Ziyun Mountain.

White Fort.

Late at night.

A light quietly came to Ziyun Pavilion.

"Sister Yuemo, you are back, why didn't Yu'er come back?" Bai Yunting asked with surprise.

"Sister Yu'er has obtained the opportunity. She is currently comprehending the Taoist Dharma in the Wudao Valley of Mengshan. It will take at least three months to return." Yue Mo said.

"Why did you suddenly go to Mengshan?" Bai Yunting asked with a frown.

"This matter is a long story. Li Qingcui, the thunder tribulation fox demon in Mengshan, promised me that I would send my clan members to escort Yu'er to Zhuren Village in three months. You can send someone to pick her up."

"Don't sell the six pills in her hand, just stock up in her hand." Yue Mo did not explain why, but threw out a storage bag directly.

"Hiss..." Bai Yunting exclaimed.

There are actually 300 top-grade spirit stones in this storage bag.

This is a huge sum of 3 million spirit stones.

Such many resources can not only allow Zhou Yunlei and Zhang Wanru to be promoted to a spiritual practice, but also allow herself to break through several realms.

Bai Yunting can arrange a Taoist formation and quickly improve her cultivation, but unfortunately, due to her resources, she has never arranged a Taoist formation for herself to use.

For more than three years, she has been deducing the formation on paper and has never really started to set up the formation.

The formation master, especially at the high level, consumes the most resources. Without the supply of major sects, it is impossible to sustain.

"Thank you, Miss Yuemo." Bai Yunting thanked sincerely.

"There is no need to thank you for this matter. Sister Yunting, it's really not to be hidden. I've got something wrong with my practice. I'm afraid I need to stay in seclusion in the ancient tomb for a period of time." Yue Mo said with a serious face.

"Sister Yuemo, what happened to you?" Bai Yunting asked with concern.

"I appreciate your kindness, sister, you can't help with this."

"How long will you go into seclusion?"

"It's hard to say." Yue Mo said with a frown.

Zhu Zishan has decided that before the original body has survived the thunder tribulation, the clone Yuemo will no longer take action, so as not to waste the original body's enlightenment time.

The clone cannot realize the truth, it is all the work of the original body, and the great way the clone understands is all the ghosts and ghosts. This kind of great way does not help Zhu Zishan resist the thunder tribulation at all. Instead of doing this, it is better to seal it.

"Sister Yunting is goodbye, there will be a date later." Yue Mo turned into a ray of light and left before Bai Yunting could continue to ask.

...

Underground abyss.

Fengdu City.

Ghost Hall.

There is a white bone oil lamp in front of the hall leader Wu Maqin.

A ray of green ghost fire burned above the oil lamp.

This ghost fire is the famous Nine Nether Fire.

Looking at this faint fire.

Wu Maqin's eyes narrowed slightly.

Among the three major ghost fires in Fengdu City, the most difficult thing to practice is the Nine Nether Ghost Fire.

Because the body of ghosts is necessary to refine the Nine Ghost Fire, and the body of ghosts is most afraid of thunder, followed by flame.

In contrast, neither the white bone karma fire nor the Tiandu corpse fire requires the soul to directly bear the burning of the flames, and the risk of cultivation is at least twice as low.

Taiyuan's sect and Taoist methods are special, and it is almost impossible for a monk to form a golden elixir without refining one of the three major ghost fires.

Wu Maqin originally had the ability to observe Ling Hua to practice the Xuanyin Ghost Mother's Ability, and took another way to find a way to condense the golden elixir of the ghost path without refining the Nine Nether Ghost Fire.

Unexpectedly, Ling Hua was so crazy with the help of external objects that she had already reached the level of maliciousness before she could pay attention, she had already reached the false alchemy stage. The speed of her cultivation was simply incredible.

Now Ling Hua has mastered two powerful secret techniques in the Xuanyin Ghost Mother's Technique. Although due to his poor understanding of the Blood Dao, these two powerful secret techniques have no power at all, but they cannot be taken lightly. What if this woman does something crazy to practice...

Just in case, Wu Maqin had already ordered the secret son of the Ghost Hall to focus on monitoring Ling Hua, but the matter was still a secret. Wu Maqin had not yet figured out how to confuse his brother and Mao and the sect leader Ling Zhuoping.

Suddenly.

A white ghost flew into the secret room.

Wu Maqin raised her hand to take it, and then she said in surprise: "Fairy Ling Hua went deep into Mengshan Wudao Valley to meet a high-level fox demon. She was seriously injured, her Taoist foundation was damaged, and her natal spirit ghost was destroyed!?"

...

The next day.

Tianchi Mountain.

Tianchi Palace.

Fairy Linghua's bedroom.

"Fairy... Master Wuma is here to see you." A maid came to inform.

"Please..." Fairy Ling Hua, with a pale face, said weakly.

Under the guidance of the maid, Wu Maqin, wearing a black suit, entered the bedroom.

Wumaqin sniffed it.

Anxiongshenxiang.

This is the incense that will only be lit when the soul is damaged, and it is of great value.

Damage to natal corpse ghosts will indeed hurt the soul.

Wu Maqin looked at Ling Hua.

At this time, Ling Hua's aura was extremely weak, and his cultivation had even fallen to the fasting realm.

The cultivation level built with medicines was indeed as fragile as mud and sand, and was knocked down to a level.

"Why did you go to Mengshan?" Wu Maqin asked with concern.

"Master Wuma... Ling Hua knew that he had a poor understanding of the Great Dao, so he wanted to ask for help from the Mengshan Fox Demon and wanted to exchange the opportunity to enter the Dao Valley with spirit stones. Those fox demons were really unreasonable. They actually snatched my storage bracelet and even seriously injured me, destroying my blood river beads, and cutting off my foundation for enlightenment!" Ling Hua cried with pain.

"Have you told the sect leader?" Wu Maqin asked again.

"Brother went into seclusion to comprehend the Taisu Sword Formation, how dare I disturb me?"

"Ahem..." Fairy Ling Hua coughed after saying that.

The palms were covered with black blood.

"Can you let me see?" Wu Maqin said with a flash of eyes.

"Then it's time for Master Wuma." Ling Hua directly stretched out his left hand, revealing his fair wrist.

Wu Maqin stretched out a hand and gently placed it on Ling Hua's wrist.

Absolutely not wrong!

Ling Hua's cultivation has really fallen to the fasting realm, and this is impossible to fake.

The soul talisman was also dull, which shows that her natal corpse was either sealed or destroyed.

It seems that what Ling Hua said is true.

Wu Maqin let go of her hand.

"You are indeed seriously injured now, and you are lucky to be able to come back alive." Wu Maqin said.

"Ahem... Maybe it's really my life shouldn't be over." Thinking of the woman who called her sister-in-law, Ling Hua once again showed a look of resentment.

"Forget it... this may not be a bad thing. You should recover from your injuries. When the injury stabilizes after a year or two, then consider replacing the spiritual corpse and martial arts." Wu Maqin comforted.

"Ahem... Master Wuma, we, the ghost-controlling cultivators, cannot cultivate without their natal spiritual corpse. I want to replace the natal spiritual corpse as soon as possible." Wumaqin said while coughing up blood.

"You want to die! You are already so injured. You still want to replace your natal spiritual corpse. Don't you know how to write the word "death"?"

"Ahem... Master Wuma taught a lesson... Ling Hua just wanted to practice early...Ahem..."

"Linghua! I have said it many times, hasteness will not be achieved! You are today because you are greedy and do not know where you are afraid!"

"This injury will be beneficial to you. After your injury is healed, I will personally teach you the Taiyuan Sect Shadow Magic Art. As for the Xuanyin Ghost Mother's Art you are practicing now, you should forget it." Wu Maqinyu said earnestly.

"Thank you, Master Wuma, I must reflect on you... Cough cough..." Fairy Ling Hua said and coughed again.

"You should recover from your injuries. I will come to see you in two years."

"Ahem... Thank you Master Wuma...Ahem..."
Chapter completed!