Kneel down, the protagonist of Fish Lips!

Lian Qing slowly woke up from the samadhi, looking at the big stone in front of him with dark eyes.

The spiritual power in the dantian circulated crazily, huge energy surged to the palm of his hand, and burst out towards the boulder in front of him.

There was no response.

Lian Qing clenched his palm tightly, his nails digging into his flesh.

"Maomao", whispered in a low voice with extremely complicated emotions.

When Lian Qing was being hunted down by Zitai Xianzong, he accidentally fell into the wall behind the tunnel. At that time, Lian Qing only felt that his head was in a daze and he lost his consciousness. When he woke up, he found that I am in a cave with a huge night pearl above my head.

But Mao Mao in his arms was gone.

Lian Qing hurriedly shouted in the cave, but there was no response, only his own voice echoed in the empty cave.

Lian Qing's eyes were red, and he searched all the places in the cave, but he didn't see the little guy. Similarly, he didn't find a way out of the cave.

When he was exhausted, he accidentally touched the stone pillow on the stone bed, and a vigorous and powerful voice reached Lian Qing's ears.

Opening his eyes in surprise, he found an old figure floating in front of him.

Lian Qing was very vigilant, the spiritual power in his dantian was running rapidly, ready to attack at all times.

At this time, the old figure opened his mouth again.

Lian Qing listened carefully to what the man said, and after he finished speaking, Lian Qing frowned.

That figure is a cultivator in the Transformation Stage, whose name is Yue Hu. This is the image he left behind when he was preparing to attack the Tribulation Stage.

Every step up for a monk is accompanied by great dangers. If one is not careful, his cultivation base will be ruined, and his body will be destroyed if he is serious. With the improvement of the realm, every step up will be more difficult and dangerous.

And the real Yuehu does not have any sect, but a lone monk. This time, he was worried that he would not be able to pass through the tribulation period smoothly. Create a small world of your own, and pass on your own skills and insights to those who are destined.

And the wall of the tunnel is actually a very clever formation. When the rest of the people touched it, there was no reaction, just like an ordinary wall, and when Lingxiu with the mutated thunder root touched it, he Will send him to this small space.

Lian Qing's mind kept echoing the function of that wall, only people with mutated Thunder Lingen can enter, that is to say, the little guy was thrown out of the tunnel——

Lian Qing's heart skipped a beat, and he panicked.

The little guy is out there alone now.

Lian Qing's answer made him a little hard to accept.

He can't imagine how a little guy with no spiritual power can survive in that secret realm. If a monk doesn't like him, or wants to accept him as a demon pet——

When Lian Qing thought of this scene, he couldn't help being filled with tyranny, he would never allow it!

He must get out of this ghost place!

Trying hard to calm down his tyrannical emotions, he continued to listen to that person unbearably.

When he heard where the exit was, Lian Qing couldn't bear it any longer, gathered all the spiritual power in his body, and launched a fierce attack on the big rock that looked particularly protruding.

However, the stone did not move at all.

Almost frantically, Lian Qing gathered the remaining spiritual power in his body again, and launched an attack with difficulty.

The effect remains.

When the meridians all over his body were filled with burning pain, Lian Qing finally lost his strength.

With the last glimmer of hope, Lian Qing touched the stone pillow.

The unfinished words of that real Yue Hu rang out again.

After Lian Qing listened to everything, he realized that only when his realm reached the Nascent Soul stage could he leave this place.

That big stone is a rare ore, and with the array formed by his master, attacks below the Nascent Soul stage have no effect on it at all.

After the great disappointment, Lian Qing surged with endless fighting spirit.

He prayed in his heart that there would be no problems with that arrogant little guy, and then almost desperately threw himself into the practice according to the exercises taught by Master Yue Hu—just to get out of this place sooner.

Maomao, you must wait for me!

The camera turned to the little squirrel. In fact, the little guy was not left in the secret realm as Lian Qing thought, but was thrown out directly.

At that time, in order to defend himself, Lian Qing threw out the life-saving magic weapon given to him by Jing Yao, causing a huge energy storm.

The huge energy storm not only killed those four people, but also shattered Lian Qing's defensive cover, threw him out, hit the wall, and then entered the small world opened by Daoist Yue Hu.

But at the same time, because of the narrow space, and because the energy storm was too violent, the corridor trembled and even tore the surrounding space apart, forming narrow space cracks one after another.

At that time, the little squirrel jumped out of the wall because it was repelled by the powerful formation, just hit the space crack that was slowly retracting, and was involved in the space turbulence.

The huge movement instantly attracted the attention of the spiritual practitioners who were still around, and they rushed over one after another.

It's just that when they arrived here, they didn't see a single person, only violently flying dust, and the ground was in a mess.

Everyone didn't know what was going on here, but a few of them clearly remembered that four Zitai Immortal Sect disciples were chasing and killing a Lingxiu all the way from the Gongfa Pavilion.

If I didn't guess wrong, the situation here should be caused by them.

But what about those people?

Before they could think clearly, they heard an excited laugh.

Someone found a lavender interspatial ring in the newly dug up mound of soil, wiped off the dust on the surface, and the lavender on the surface of the ring seemed to flow.

This is a treasure!

There was a hot light in everyone's eyes.

Some people immediately searched the ground.

And some people showed their ferocious fangs behind others, and besieged the person holding the ring.

After Lian Qing and the others passed by, this place was regarded as a battlefield again.

In the distance, above the snow-capped mountains.

A cold person stood proudly in the cold wind, his sharp-edged face showed no warmth, and his thin lips seemed to be covered with a layer of frost.

The white long gown on his body danced violently with the cold wind, and the three thousand blue hair was tied up by a crystal clear headband and draped behind him. In front of him, slightly blocking the cold cheeks.

Cold and noble, she was about to fly away, like a banished immortal who had landed on this iceberg.

At this time, he gently raised his right hand, and slowly closed those beautiful eyes covered with ice and snow.

With a light hook of his fingertips, a small sword gleaming with silver light appeared in his palm.

The long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the little sword suddenly flew towards the distant mountain peak.

Just listening to the sound of "boom", the mountain peak was cut straight into two pieces.

And the little sword that shone with silver light returned to the cold palm of the man in an instant.

The fierce attack power of the little sword caused countless small space cracks while cutting off the mountain peak, and it was very frightening to watch.

The wind and snow there seemed to be crazily sucked by the space crack, and the wind and snow flying obliquely disappeared there suddenly. A layer of ice and snow piled up on the top, but there was no ice and snow slightly below, forming a strange scene.

At this moment, a fiery red object suddenly fell out of one of the space cracks, and fell straight towards the valley.

The person holding the small silver sword suddenly opened his eyes covered with ice and snow, and in just an instant, his figure disappeared above the mountain peak.

At the same time, his figure suddenly appeared in the midair, and he stretched out his right hand full of chills, covering it with rich spiritual power.

And the fiery red group that was falling at an accelerated rate seemed to be lifted by something, and slowly slowed down its falling speed, and then stopped on the man's hand.

Upon closer inspection, the fiery red ball turned out to be a fluffy little squirrel. The little guy seemed to be in a coma, his eyes were closed, and his body was trembling slightly due to the cold.

The palm holding the little thing felt a little heat, as if a slight doubt suddenly flashed in the eyes frozen by ice and snow.

Slowly dissipating the spiritual power in his hand, there was no longer a gap between that little guy and his palm.

Gentle warmth suddenly spread from the palm of my hand, and spread throughout my body along my meridians.

The feeling he had never experienced before made the fairy on the iceberg pause slightly.

The slender light-white fingers on the other hand slowly touched the color that had not been seen for a long time, and gently rubbed the fiery red fluff under his hand, the delicate and soft touch made people very comfortable.

The temperature on the iceberg was very low, even in a coma, the little guy shrank a little from the cold.

At this time, a cold palm covered its whole body, which made the little guy feel extremely uncomfortable, as if his whole body was going to be frozen.

Just when the light-white fingers rubbed against its neck, the little guy couldn't bear the cold stimulation any longer, and slowly opened his eyes.