Sister takes space and bravely enters the world of cultivation

In the building opposite, there was a lot of noise. The shopkeeper was frightened by the sudden arrival of a group of people. Looking at their clothes and the expressions on their faces, he felt that he was in trouble. God knew he was just a small commoner, so he was safe and sound. Who did he offend while doing his business?

"Who is the shopkeeper?" Luo Yutian shouted coldly as he looked back and forth in the room where Beiming Xianzhen once lived.

Ji Qingwu paid attention to tracking the butterfly's flight path and saw it spinning in this room for a long time. Although the breath inside was already very weak, the tracking butterfly still stopped on the bed. It seems this is where the smell is strongest.

As soon as the shopkeeper heard someone asking him, he hurriedly stepped forward to reply, "Sir, I'm young, what are your orders?"

"Where are the people living in this room?" Luo Yutian looked at the shopkeeper intently. Seeing that his eyes did not dodge, he answered without hesitation,

"Sir, the guest in this room checked out a few days ago,"

"How many days?"

"Six or seven days ago,"

Hearing Luo Yutian and Ji Qingqing look at each other, could it be that Tracking Die discovered it when he was looking around the Magic City that day? So why didn't you fly out to look for it immediately?

"Shopkeeper, do you remember what that person looks like?"

"A very ordinary and thin man, about this tall." The shopkeeper gestured to the waiter next to him.

"Do you know where he went?"

"This... Sir, we don't care where guests go when they check out," the shopkeeper whispered back. He was telling the truth. Why were you glaring at him? As long as you pay, who cares where the guests are going?

Just when Luo Yutian was arguing with the shopkeeper, Ji Qingqing saw the tracking butterfly fly to another room, but only stayed in it twice. It was obvious that the man had stayed in this room briefly.

"Shopkeeper, who lives here?" Ji Wuqing's voice sounded outside, interrupting Luo Yutian's question.

Several people ran over quickly. After questioning, Ji Wuqing got a clue, that is, the people in the two rooms knew each other, and now they were all gone. But I learned from the shopkeeper that they were a man and a woman.

Ji Wuqing knew the importance of the matter and quickly reported it to Bei Mingkun. Bei Mingkun was sitting on the throne of the Council Hall with a full stomach. He came back disappointed once again. You can imagine how sullen he felt.

After a while, he keenly noticed that someone had come to the government hall because the paperweight on the table moved a little. This was something that had never happened before.

What Bei Mingkun was thinking was that those people outside the house did not dare to come in, or even touch his paperweight or the things on his table. He was shocked and immediately looked through where there were any discrepancies. As a result, nothing was missing and nothing was missing. That's strange. Who is so bold as to dare to walk into the political hall privately?

Just when he asked someone to find out who was so bold and dared to enter the political hall privately. They received a report from Ji Qingwu, saying that there was a man and a woman who knew the person they were looking for.

"If you don't hurry up and check it out, who do those bitches want?" Bei Mingkun lost his grace in anger. He had previously suspected that someone was helping Beiming Xianzhen.

He now felt that there was an invisible net approaching him, and he was like a fish caught in the net, jumping and struggling, but unable to escape, with nowhere to escape.

What a joke, he is the master of the demon world, how could he have such ridiculous thoughts. So he quickly ordered to continue searching. Maybe this was a very useful clue.

But before Ji Qingwu could search for the whereabouts of the man and the woman, the tracking butterfly flew out of the room. The group of people followed immediately, and gradually they discovered that the tracking butterfly was spinning on the street.

When Fu Ling'er and Wan Qiyuan saw this scene, their hearts almost jumped out of their throats, and they said silently in their hearts, don't come over, don't come over.

Sure enough, the tracking butterfly flew away, and the direction he flew towards was the sacrificial temple.

This made Fu Ling'er and Wan Qiyuan feel relieved again.

Ji Wuqing and Luo Yutian were extremely surprised. How could they go to the sacrifice temple? It was not a casual place. Wouldn't that person be hiding in the sacrificial temple?

"Why are you still in a daze? Hurry up and catch up." Luo Yutian pushed Ji Qingqing. Ji Wuqing was brought back from his thoughts, and the two of them followed.

Fu Ling'er and Wan Qiyuan were a little anxious.

"What should we do? Yuan, let's go out and lure the tracking butterfly over."

"It should be more sensitive to the smell of Beiming Xianzhen. Most of us stayed in the space before. We didn't stay in that room for long, and the smell was almost inaudible, so it didn't move towards us. Flying in, if you go out, you may not be able to attract them,"

The two discussed it to no avail, so Fu Linger decided to contact Beiming Xianzhen.

So she used the power of the contract to see how far Beiming Xianzhen's inheritance had reached?

As a result, Beiming Xianzhen had already opened his eyes, apparently having finished receiving the message. Fu Ling'er quickly sent him a message, "Beiming Xianzhen, let's go quickly. The tracking butterfly is already heading towards the temple and will find you soon." went,"

"Really? But I'm about to advance, and this is not a good place to advance. I have to find a way to get out quickly." Beiming Xianzhen's tone was a little anxious. He would not be bumped into when he went out. The key is that he Don't be disturbed while advancing.

At this time, there were already calamity clouds slowly approaching in the sky.

"It's too late. They may have reached the secret prison entrance. Don't worry, I'll find a solution."

At this time, Beiming Xianzhen had vaguely heard footsteps outside.

So fast? Of course, Ji Qingwu and Luo Yutian were very excited. After running around for so many days, almost all over the mountains and rivers, they were finally about to see the man's true face in Lushan, and their expressions of excitement were palpable.

Fu Ling'er told Wan Qiyuan, then took out the small jade to break through the space and went to the secret cell. The distance was short, so she appeared in front of Beiming Xianzhen without much effort.

Beiming Xianzhen looked at Fu Ling'er who suddenly appeared in surprise.

"Why are you here? Come on, you shouldn't be here,"

"Stop talking nonsense and come with me quickly," after saying that, Beiming Xianzhen didn't wait for any more chatter, and pushed him into the crack in the space.

Fu Ling'er also stepped in. The moment the crack disappeared, there was a "squeak" and the iron door was pushed open.

There was no one, and the tracking butterflies were flying happily in the room, hovering quickly in the place where Beiming Xianzhen had just disappeared. It was obvious that the person disappeared not long ago.

"Damn, it's one step too late," Luo Yutian couldn't help but swear, "Qingwu, tell me how that person disappeared, it was just one step away, oops," Luo Yutian beat his chest for a long time, Ji Qingqing looked at the secret cell scene, a trace of suspicion arose in my heart.

Could this be the place where that person was imprisoned? Looking at the furnishings in this hidden cell, the various torture instruments hanging on the wall, the thick black iron chain, yes, this is the black iron chain, and there are four blood-stained black iron hooks lying on the ground, it is obvious that he is Knowing what this hook is for, I can't help but feel chills just looking at it.

Who is it? How dare the Demon Lord go to such great lengths to be imprisoned here without letting anyone know about it?

The key is that there is an altar outside. How dare the demon lord act like a demon here? This is blaspheming the dignity of the demon clan and trampling on the belief of the demon clan. Ji Wuwu thought of the national sacrifice event held every year. It was an event that every demon clan member looked forward to. He also hosted it, although It was a substitute, but it was also standing on the sacrificial platform.

At this moment, he felt very disappointed with the Demon Lord's actions, and his heart suddenly dropped.