"The Bai family, thank you senior." Bai Yan'er was overjoyed when she heard the words, and said with great gratitude to take the Fulu with trembling hands.
Liu Ming didn't say anything any more, and the black light flashed up into the sky, turning into a light burst and went away.
Bai Yan'er looked at Escape's direction with a complex expression, and sighed a long time later.
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Liu Ming continued to fly in the direction of the Barbarian Ghost Sect. After flying continuously for two days and two nights, a mountain range shrouded in gray clouds was already in sight. As far as his eyes could go, there were a dozen high and low peaks. , All towering into the clouds, clouds and cranes lingering around, just like a paradise on earth.
Compared with the Wanling Mountains in the Zhongtian Continent, this scene is obviously insignificant, but in the Yunchuan Continent, it is still a rare outside world.
Liu Ming narrowed his light, stood in the void, squinting his eyes slightly to look at the highest mountain in the distance.
The buildings built against the mountain are like scales, winding on both sides of a very large mountain road, which winds like a giant python and leads directly to the top of the mountain.
A look of nostalgia flashed in his eyes.
"I didn't expect to have been away for so many years, but there hasn't been much change here." Liu Ming muttered to himself after seeing the familiar scenery around him for a while.
With a sigh, he wanted to fly forward as soon as he moved.
At this moment, behind him fluctuated together, and a ghost hand covered with silver scales suddenly emerged, and grabbed Liu Ming's back like lightning.
But Liu Ming's figure flashed, without any sign, disappeared all of a sudden, and the ghost hand grabbed nothing.
Along with a low roar and a vicious wind in the sky, a silver zombie with a height of six feet appeared in the air.
The zombie's face is like a human, except for two long canine teeth, it looks exactly like an ordinary monk.
His whole body was covered with silver scales, but his back had a pair of horny-like silver wings. The ten nails were extremely sharp, covered with silver scales, and looked hideous and terrifying.
The breath exuding has reached the stage of crystallization.
"Hey, flying silver corpse..." Liu Ming's voice came from behind the silver zombie, with a hint of surprise in his tone.
The silver zombie let out a low growl, and turned around as soon as his wings moved.
At this moment, its neck tightened on its back, and a white hand grasped its body and lifted it up.
"Roar!"
The silver zombie roared. Although it was a zombie, after its cultivation base broke through the crystal, it had already developed a sense of wisdom. How could it be captured willingly.
The silver wings slammed on his back, and suddenly a whirlwind was rolled up into the sky, the silver light on his body was released, and the body was struggling violently.
A strange color flashed in Liu Ming's eyes, and there was a firecracker-like sound from his arm.
The silver zombie's face immediately showed pain, and a terrifying force came from the palm of his back, and it almost snapped its neck.
The silver light on the surface of its body suddenly became extremely dim, and the struggling body curled up, and there was a painful wailing in its mouth, but there was no resistance at all.
"This fellow Taoist, please be merciful." A group of gray clouds shot out from a certain mountain in the distance, and an old voice came from it.
Liu Ming's eyes condensed, and he saw the figure in the clouds clearly, and his eyebrows were slightly raised.
The person in the mist is a gray-robed old man with a triangle-shaped hair and white hair.
More than a hundred years have passed, but his cultivation is still in the early stage of crystal transformation, but his appearance has become more and more old.
At this moment, the old man surnamed Yan, looking at the silver zombie easily subdued by one hand from a distance, a look of shock flashed across his face.
Since this flying silver corpse successfully advanced a hundred years ago, its cultivation base has risen rapidly, and it has faintly reached the middle stage of the crystal transformation. Not only is it powerful, but it is almost invulnerable to the whole body. It has become the biggest killer in his hand.
At the time when the Sea Clan frequently invaded Yunchuan, in order to deter the Sea Clan, he released it for patrolling the mountain and protecting the sect. For strangers who stepped into the range of the Barbarian Ghost Zong’s mountain gate, he would launch an attack on his own. I didn't expect to be easily subdued by the other party.
"I don't know where the friend is, and I suddenly visited the Mangui Sect. If there is something wrong with Yanmou, please don't be offended." I didn't notice the other party's cultivation base, and he suddenly felt stunned, and hurriedly yelled out again.
After all, if the other party is angry and destroys the silver corpse that he has painstakingly sacrificed, then he will lose a lot.
For some reason, he faintly felt that the breath of the green-robed youth in the distance was a bit familiar, as if he had encountered it somewhere.
In his mind, he quickly recalled the known crystal transformation experts, and it seemed that there was no one who matched the person in front of him. He could use one hand to subdue the flying silver corpse, at least it was also the repair of the crystal transformation in the later stage.
Not to mention the five sects of the Great Profound School, they are among the other sects of Yunchuan. If there is such a character, he can't be ignorant. Is the other party a perennial ascetic who lives in seclusion
Liu Ming smiled slightly and said slowly: "Uncle Yan, I haven't seen it for a long time, I never thought that your green iron corpse has successfully advanced to the flying silver corpse."
After that, he grabbed the silver zombie's hand and threw it forward, then put it back.
The silver zombie received the amnesty, still screamed in horror, and flew in the direction of the gray-robed old man trembling.
At this moment, the old man surnamed Yan can fly to a distance of two to three hundred meters from Liu Ming. When he heard the other party call him uncle, he quickly took a close look at the opponent, and suddenly remembered a savage ghost disciple more than a hundred years ago. The figure suddenly showed a look of shock, but there was still some uncertainty in the mouth:
"You, you are Liu Ming, Nephew Liu..."
"Haha, haven't seen him for many years, I didn't expect Uncle Yan to remember to go down." Liu Ming clasped his fists with both hands.
"You are really Nephew Liu, but your cultivation..." The old man surnamed Yan slowly came over, and he flew a little closer, asking hesitantly.
"There was an accident when I went to Bieyuan Island to perform a mission more than 100 years ago. I was transported to a place outside the Canghai after being tossed and turned. He has been cultivating until recently, and only recently he was able to return to the Canghai realm." Liu Ming said with a smile.
"Well, you can't think of more than a hundred years, you have cultivated to such a realm, it is really the blessing of the door, come, please come into the mountain quickly." The old man surnamed Yan was naturally overjoyed when he heard the words. The silver corpse was collected.
"Uncle Master, please," Liu Ming said calmly.
"Since you have also cultivated to the crystallization stage, you don't need to mention the word Shishu, just call me a friend." The old man surnamed Yan said sternly.
Liu Ming's eyes flashed and nodded. He didn't break through the fact that he had actually advanced the real pill cultivation base, and flew behind the old man surnamed Yan.
There are more than a dozen large and small peaks in the Manguizong Mountain Range, various pavilions, pavilions, and halls are surrounded by a thick sea of clouds. Some monks wearing Zongmen costumes are holding the clouds and driving the fog, and they are frequently traveling between the peaks.
Looking at the huge buildings on the largest mountain among them, although it was more solemn than before, Liu Ming still recognized some familiar places such as the Deacon’s Hall and the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion at a glance. Kind of intimacy.
Then the two fell in front of a hall on the top of the main peak and walked in.
"Uncle Yan, what happened just now..." An old man in Mai walked out of the hall and was startled when he saw the two old men surnamed Yan.
The old man in Mai is Huangshi, the head of the Barbarian Ghost Sect. His divine sense senses Liu Ming's breath, and he feels awe-inspiring in his heart. Before he can take a closer look, he bows his hand.
"Huangshi, I have seen this senior."
"Haha, Master Huang, take a good look. This is not someone else, it is Liu Ming who was back then." Liu Ming hadn't spoken yet, and the old man surnamed Yan had already said with a smile.
"Yes, Liu... Junior Brother Liu..." Huang Shi's head suddenly raised his head when he heard the words, staring at Liu Ming in a daze, his eyes gradually brightening.
"Brother Master, haven't seen you for many years." Liu Ming said with a light smile.
"It's really Junior Brother Liu, where have you been all these years? And your current cultivation base..." Huang Shi's head smiled with joy, and then a look of horror appeared again.
"Well, I am also very curious about this matter, so let's go ahead and talk about it." The old man surnamed Yan waved his hand and said.
"Yes, yes... please." The head of Huangshi hurriedly stepped aside and asked the two of them to enter the hall and sit down.
"Back then, you and Daoist Ye Tianmei went to work in the realm of the sea, and then there was no news. Later, Daoyou Ye also sent a message to this sect to explain your disappearance. Just now, you said that you have practiced outside the sea in these years. What's going on?" As soon as the few people sat down, Uncle Yan asked eagerly.
"You Daoist Ye's words are not bad. I was captured by the Sea-Monster Emperor in Bieyuan Island and then taken to an underground mine..." Liu Ming didn't conceal it, and roughly said his experience over the years. Things that involve one's own secrets are naturally hidden.
The old man surnamed Yan and the head of Huangshi listened all the way, and the expressions on their faces changed continuously. When they heard that Liu Ming had now joined the Taiqing Sect, one of the four great Taizongs of the Zhongtian Continent, and was now the cultivation base of the late Zhendan, suddenly Sluggish.
"True... late Zhendan..." The old man surnamed Yan, ignoring his image, opened his mouth slightly, looking at Liu Ming incredulously.
The head of Huangshi seemed to be petrified, unable to speak for a long while.
"Zhongtian Continent is a true holy land for cultivation. The true pill monks are only acceptable in the Taiqing Sect. There are also many abilities in the celestial image realm and the profound communication realm. You don't have to be so surprised." Liu Ming shook his head.
"Taiqingmen, this is really a great opportunity!"
The two came back to their senses after hearing this, the old man surnamed Yan's expression on his face was slightly restrained, but still full of incredible murmurs.
"I won't talk about it, I don't know how the situation in the clan has been during the years when I left here? I heard from the Canghai Realm that the Sea-Monster Emperor has returned to the Canghai Realm, and has been oppressing the human monks in the Yunchuan Continent for these years?" Liu Ming Unwilling to talk more about the cultivation level, he asked after a turn of the conversation.