She has never left Jinling Kingdom, but she already has three pass tokens from aristocratic families in other countries.
One piece belongs to the Feng family, one piece belongs to the Qingxia Sect, and one piece belongs to the Qixing Palace.
Really interesting.
This year's hunting competition has finally come to an end. He Xi did not stay in the Broken Soul Mountain for a long time like other warriors, but chose to rush back to the Cangshan Villa overnight.
What surprised her was that after the closing ceremony of the hunting competition, she never saw Ouyang Haoxuan again, let alone anyone from the Feng family.
Although the Feng family had lost face before and after the hunting competition, it was normal for them to leave early and not dare to see anyone.
However, He Xi still felt vaguely uneasy in her heart. She thought it would be safer for her to return to the secret realm of Fenglong Domain as soon as possible.
As soon as we reached the foot of Broken Soul Mountain, the sky had already become completely dark.
There are no stars or moon tonight, the sky is dark, and from time to time a cold wind whistles across the sky, bringing a chilling feeling that makes people shudder.
He Xi took a deep breath and left the Soul-Breaking Mountain, which meant she had left the restricted area of the hunting competition, so she could naturally fly with her sword.
However, just as He Xi was about to use the Lishui Sword, he suddenly felt an inexplicable palpitation.
A rough, sad, and heart-wrenching roar like that of a wild beast rang out in the dark night.
He Xi felt more and more uneasy. She immediately took out the Lishui Sword and was about to leave.
Suddenly, a powerful and somewhat cold spiritual energy spread from the southeast, covering thousands of square meters of land around it.
The spiritual power, accompanied by the sweep and exploration of the divine consciousness, seemed to be eagerly searching for something, while at the same time sealing off all spiritual power fluctuations in the area.
The pressure and strength carried by this spiritual power are even stronger than Feng Yunjing, and are definitely not something that He Xi can contend with today.
Beads of sweat appeared on Hexi's forehead.
Then, she heard countless footsteps running in the distance, as well as faint shouts.
"… Find him quickly, don't let him get away…"
"... He's so badly injured, there's no way he can get far. You guys go look for him over there, we'll go this way..."
He Xi frowned slightly, it seemed that this restriction was not aimed at him.
This group of people seemed to be looking for someone.
With a slight tap of his feet, the internal force flowed through his body, and He Xi retreated rapidly and silently, his figure disappearing into the darker shadow of the mountain wall.
A moment later, a group of men in black clothes and veils hurried past holding crystals for lighting.
They carefully checked their surroundings along the way, back and forth over and over again.
Although the face could not be seen clearly, the eyes exposed outside the veil were full of anxiety.
Hexi chose a very good position, hanging in the air close to the mountain wall. She was also very good at hiding her breath, so the group of people circled here for several times but did not find her.
After an incense stick of time, the group probably confirmed that there were no Tibetans here, so they left in a hurry and went to the next location to search.
He Xi jumped down from the cliff and looked in the direction where these people left, falling into deep thought.
Suddenly, shrill screams were heard from the crowd that had just left.
One, two, three times, the strong smell of blood, accompanied by human screams and beast-like roars, rang out in the dark night.
He Xi's heart tightened, and a creepy feeling of fear rose from his tailbone.
The direction where the bloody smell was diffused, although there was no spiritual power fluctuation, made her feel instinctively fearful. (To be continued)