"I have heard a little bit about him. It seems to be an old fellow who has been practicing in Baicao Valley. There is very little information about him... I didn't expect that he is an evil cultivator. The three mountains of Qingshitan harbor filth and condone evil cultivators. This matter is not over yet!!"

When the boy and the monk in feathered robes saw this, their expressions changed slightly.

The boy activated the red talisman without hesitation, and the talisman immediately burned. A flash of blue-white sunlight appeared, and it was like a shining silver knife that struck out with lightning, instantly tearing a gap in the large number of ghosts summoned by "Chun Ji".

But that's it.

In just a blink of an eye, thousands of ghosts gushed out of the collar, and the gap immediately returned to its original state.

"Oh no, it's a formation!"

The feathered monk looked down at the entire Taiping Mountain and saw that a large number of trees had been cut down in the mountains and forests, low-lying areas had been flattened, and rivers had been diverted, entwining and connecting with each other to form line-like runes, flashing a terrifying glimmer.

Wisps of black air lingered out from Taiping Mountain.

And looking at the traces of destruction on the mining site in the mountains and the black gas emitted from the corpses, they are exactly the same! This matter was not done by Guang Fengzi at all! Oh no, it was Chunji who deliberately lured us here! The feathered monk was horrified.

The feathered monk who had merged into the white clouds was about to react when he saw a leg-bone-shaped magical weapon suddenly fly out from the ground of Taiping Mountain. It instantly penetrated his magic, and waves of special pressure flowed through the leg bone.

"A second-level top-grade magical weapon? Who are you?"

The feathered monk showed a look of horror on his face, his eyes widened, and then his whole body shook violently, and his figure escaped from the clouds, and the light outside his body flickered.

I saw a horrific wound on his chest, with a large amount of blood flowing out.

Even so, the Feathered Monk did not die.

He dragged his injured body and retreated violently, shouting, "Brother, hurry up and get help!"

The two men performed the blood escape technique, and balls of blood mist exploded in the void. Two red escape lights immediately rushed into the sky at lightning speed.

'Chun Ji' seemed unable to catch up and could only helplessly watch the two people's backs as they left.

Suddenly,

In the void, tingling arcs of electricity appeared.

Boom! Then it was as if the gods were roaring, the sky seemed to be torn apart, and lightning flashed through the clouds like silver snakes.

Chunji, the boy, and the monk in feathered robes looked up at the sky. Thunder flashed, illuminating their faces and making them light up and darken.

A terrifying pressure instantly enveloped everyone.

"Thunder method?"

"not good!!"

“Mercy!!”

Boom! Thunder as thick as a bucket instantly locked onto the three people, and rushed over like a thousand horses.

The remaining fire remained unextinguished, leaving behind only three dark, smoking streaks of scorched earth.

Li Qinglin came slowly, with three exhausted Purple Thunder Five Mysterious Reward and Punishment Orders in his hand, still emitting jumping arcs of electricity.

“Good news, the Purple Thunder Five Mysterious Reward and Punishment Order has a great effect, exceeding expectations.

Bad news, there seems to be no need to touch the corpse, the storage bag and magic tools have all turned to charcoal. "

Li Qinglin felt somewhat helpless. After waiting for a few breaths, he saw two ghosts floating out from the scorched earth.

Li Qinglin waved his hand, drew it in, cast a spell, and temporarily sealed it in the orb, and then slowly prepared to search its soul when he returned.

"Huh?"

Li Qinglin was surprised and realized that 'Chun Ji' seemed to still be alive.

After dispersing the smoke and taking a closer look, I saw that the ancient robe of "Chun Ji" seemed to be a rare magical instrument. A faint white light emanated from it, flowing on the skin to form light red lines, extending from the heart and dantian.

Therefore, he barely survived.

Hearing the footsteps, Chunji's eyes were completely burned and vaporized, leaving only a pair of deep and ferocious eye sockets, staring straight at Li Qinglin.

"You are not Chunji, who are you?" Li Qinglin asked.

Chunji raised the corner of his mouth, revealing a strange smile.

"never mind."

Sudden,

Li Qinglin shook his head and brought down a palm, completely shattering his skull.

The ancient robe was torn to pieces in an instant, and countless fine red dots appeared on Chunji's body. In an instant, blood spurted out, and there was no sign of life left.

Chunji's face was filled with confusion and doubt, frozen and stiff, still at the moment when Li Qinglin made his move.

Li Qinglin had seen the scene where Chunji deliberately let the boy and the feathered monk escape.

Moreover, although this 'Chun Ji' is a fake, his magic skills and magic tools are considered to be top-notch in the foundation-building realm, and he is not something that can be cultivated by just any force.

Whether they wanted to frame the Three Mountains of Qingshitan or target the Yuxu Sect, it had nothing to do with Li Qinglin.

He is just an honest spiritual plant master who cultivates the land and plants crops.

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Let's leave these conspiracies and tricks to others.

Li Qinglin was not interested in knowing this person's origins.

"ah--"

A ghost suddenly flew out of Chunji's body, and it still retained its obsession and will.

He seemed eager to tell Li Qinglin about his origins.

"I am..."

A green light flashed, and the Dao rhythm formed a spiritual energy that rushed past and shattered the evil spirit into pieces.

"Okay, okay, I know, I know."

Li Qinglin waved his hand impatiently.

Afterwards, they quickly cleaned up the battlefield and took away the fragments of the magic weapon on the ground. The leg bone-shaped magic weapon, which was not damaged by the thunder, wiped off the dust on the surface and emitted a cold white light.

Then it turned into a beam of light, flew straight into the dark night, and headed towards Feng County.

A faint voice came at this time, "The time is just right, and we can still make it in time for dinner. Lychee and kidney and carp sashimi are Qingqing's specialties. If they get cold, they won't taste good..."

…

A few days later.

The backyard of Li’s house.

Li Qinglin lay on his side on the bed, slowly waking up, but his consciousness was quietly withdrawn from the fairy in the pot.

From searching the souls of the boy and the feathered-robed monk, we learned that they were both true disciples of the Yuxu Sect, and were ranked only in the middle, with nearly ten monks in the late foundation-building stage above them.

This is the difference between famous and upright sects and small sects and small immortal cultivation forces.

In other forces, the foundation-building cultivators are all at the level of ancestors. Even in the three mountains of Qingshitan, they are existences that cannot be ignored.

The big families like the Cha family, the Xu family, Tingyu Sword Manor, etc. probably have only a dozen or so foundation-building cultivators in total.

It is barely half the number of the Yuxu Sect.

Of course, this is also because the Taichu Taoist Palace has always adopted a lazy approach and its own presence is not strong.

But after all, it is the Taoist temple where Taoist Jialing passed down his legacy, so the foundation of Taichu Taoist Palace should not be underestimated.

But no matter what, the Yuxu Sect is undoubtedly a behemoth.

In addition to the basic power structure and disciple information of Yuxu Sect, there is also...

"Shang Xuan is actually a spy of the Yuxu Sect? The civil unrest in the three mountains of Qingshitan in the past few years is basically related to her?"

(End of this chapter)