Villain: I am not good at fighting.

In the cold and dark tomb, Li Zhiyun hugged her knees with her hands, her lips turned pale, and her whole body was trembling. Her cultivation level was not even at the Qi Refining level. She had no spiritual roots and was just an ordinary person.

At Liu Muqing's request, Hong Qi used cruel means to forcibly transplant her spiritual roots, allowing her to reluctantly embark on the path of cultivation.

After all, the transplanted spiritual roots are not your own and will gradually fade away. The key is that Hongqi was careful and the properties of the spiritual roots transplanted to her were different each time.

This caused her cultivation to be like a dream bubble. Once there was no elixir to maintain it, her cultivation would gradually dissipate.

He fell all the way from the fourth level of Qi Refining to the first level of Qi Refining. His spiritual roots and body began to reject each other. The more evil spirits he absorbed from the Yin Gathering Land, the faster his cultivation level dropped.

Li Zhiyun is in this state now.

If a mortal without spiritual roots wants to cultivate immortality, he needs to invest a lot of resources. During this period, the spiritual roots cannot be cut off and he needs to rely on resources to accumulate until he reaches the great perfection of Qi refining.

When one's spiritual roots have been promoted to form a foundation and a qualitative sublimation has occurred, then one can be considered to have officially embarked on the path of cultivating immortals.

Among the three sisters, she was the one with the weakest will. She witnessed Hong Ju transplanting spiritual roots to her with her own eyes. The bloody scene still remains in Li Zhiyun's heart and has become an indelible shadow for her.

Perhaps back then in Xiangyue Tower, following her mother's instructions and hooking up with a wealthy master to become his mistress or concubine was her correct destiny.

This cultivation of immortals is too dark and bloody to be accepted by people.

Sister Mu Qing said in the letter that she had met Sister Xiaoyu and that someone from Daoxuan Sect would come to rescue her. To be honest, Li Zhiyun didn't quite believe it.

Because in the previous letter, sister Mu Qing's tone was still sad and there was a kind of determination to make arrangements for her final affairs, so she was worried that the person who would find her would be her master Hongqiu.

The sisters who depended on each other had realized that it was a wrong choice to lead her on the path of cultivating immortals, but Li Zhiyun never blamed her.

Hong Ju slaughtered the entire Xiangyue Tower. If it weren't for her, I would have already become a corpse in the sea of ​​blood and corpses in Xiangyue Tower.

A powerful pressure came from outside the Yin Gathering Land, making it hard to breathe. Li Zhiyun became even more frightened, and hid in the small tomb, shrinking inward again.

The huge stone at the entrance of the tomb suddenly broke apart, and a light that had not been seen for a long time shone through. Li Zhiyun closed her eyes in fear, like a prisoner waiting for the verdict of his fate.

"Sister Zhiyun... Sister Zhiyun... It's me, Xie Xiaoyu. Hehehe, I'm so glad you're okay."

This was a scene that only appeared in dreams. Li Zhiyun suppressed her excitement, opened her eyes which had not yet adapted to the light, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

"It's really you, Sister Xiaoyu... woo woo woo..."

With a cry, Li Zhiyun threw herself into her parents' arms like a child who had suffered great injustice, her cry filled with endless confession.

"Cry, it's okay. You and sister Mu Qing will be fine."

Xie Xiaoyu gently comforted the sweetheart in his arms, feeling Li Zhiyun's cold skin and the chaotic evil in her body.

Somehow, sand and dust got into my eyes and I hugged her tighter.

"He cultivates Yin Sha, but his spiritual root is mainly fire. What a cruel method."

Master Lin Luo saw through Li Zhiyun's background with just one glance, and a cold light flashed across his kind, wrinkled face.

If a mortal without spiritual roots wants to cultivate immortality, he must kill the immortal seedlings with spiritual roots, or low-level cultivators below the third level of Qi Refining.

The means are bloody and cruel, so this method is expressly prohibited in the righteous way and in the Daoxuan Sect. What was transplanted into Li Zhiyun's body was a mixed spiritual root with three attributes, the main one being fire.

The technique she practices is the "Sha Yin Jue" which is used to absorb evil spirits. One can imagine the intentions of the person who transplanted her spiritual roots.

"Ok?"

"Uh... ahem, your name is Zhiyun, right? Where is Liu Muqing?"

Receiving Master Lin Luo's diss look, Fang Jian coughed twice, interrupting the two girls' tearful reminiscence.

Li Zhiyun subconsciously raised her head to look at her, and suddenly buried her head in Xie Xiaoyu's arms, afraid~

"(?д?; )"

Xie Xiaoyu also raised her tearful eyes, rolled her eyes at him, then gently held Li Zhiyun's cheek and asked solemnly:

"Sister Zhiyun, where is Sister Muqing? Do you know where she is?"

Li Zhiyun nodded and pointed in the direction of Xiaoyun Peak. Her voice was trembling and hoarse, and it seemed that she had not spoken for a long time.

"She... is in the mountains, and Master often uses me... to threaten her."

Lin Luo used his spiritual sense to investigate, then frowned. The formation on the mountain was quite mysterious, and even his spiritual sense could not penetrate it.

"The teacher goes one step ahead."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Luo's figure disappeared, and the next moment he appeared outside Xiaoyun Peak.

Then, behind Lin Luo, golden mist rolled and turned into a blurry golden giant, which opened its arms and slapped towards the Xiaoyun Peak formation.

Although the formation was mysterious and Lin Luo could not figure out how to break it, in the face of absolute strength, all formations were futile.

The golden giant palm was invincible and devastating. The formation of Xiaoyun Peak only withstood one blow, and then it shattered into pieces with a crackling sound.

"Hmm? There are traces of battle..."

Lin Luo raised his brows slightly, and his spiritual sense quickly swept the top of the mountain. Soon he appeared next to a collapsed building and raised his hand to control the collapsed beams and huge trees.

Lying in a pool of blood, the dying Liu Muqing appeared in front of him.

Not dead yet...

Without saying a word, Lin Luo injected surging spiritual power into Liu Muqing's body, forcing her to prolong her life.

Then he took out blood and qi replenishing pills from the storage bag, crushed them directly with his spiritual power, and transferred them into Liu Muqing's body through the air along with the qi.

At this time, Fang Jianyi rode the dark green flying sword and rushed over with the two women. When Xie Xiaoyu saw this scene, he was so heartbroken that he almost bled.

Liu Muqing's clothes were tattered, her body was covered with scars, blood was flowing from her lower abdomen, and there were bloodstains on her throat that had not yet healed. She looked like she had been tortured to death.

"Master..."

"Don't worry, she won't die as long as I am here."

Lin Luo knew what she wanted to say and returned her look confidently, but he frowned in his heart and stared at Liu Muqing strangely.

It is true that he had been abused, the scars on his body were real, and the throat should have been a fatal wound, but now it seemed insignificant.

The penetrating wound in the lower abdomen deviated from the Qi Hai Dantian, and it also seemed that the fire was not strong enough. The key point was that there were traces of fighting on Liu Muqing's body, and there was a faint breath of thunder and lightning.

If he was tortured to death, why are there signs of fighting?

If she had resisted, the two fatal wounds in her throat and lower abdomen would have been too non-fatal.

Thinking of this, a strange expression appeared on Lin Luo's face, as if he had seen something against the will of heaven. Forget it, it's a good thing that he's not dead.

Not long after, vitality reappeared in Liu Muqing's body, and streams of Yin evil energy replaced the exhausted blood evil energy and circulated wildly.

Liu Muqing's body was also covered with a layer of frost, emitting an astonishing coldness.

"Ok?"

Lin Luo's expression changed, and the golden mist turned into golden threads, entwining Liu Muqing's pulse.

"Nine Evils Cumulative Yin Technique... huh? Someone must have tampered with the technique!"