Qinghe Immortal Clan.

Chapter 580 Lingbao
In a vast white space where nothing could be seen, Song Qingming was struggling to fly forward on the escape light.

Suddenly, a black spot appeared in the white mist ahead, which caught Song Qingming's attention. With a hint of joy on his face, he quickly accelerated his escape speed and headed straight for it.

A moment later, when Song Qingming approached the black spot, he saw clearly that in front of him was an octagonal stone pavilion standing alone in the white mist.

There is a dark red guardrail with a stone table and two small round stone benches in the middle. There are some wind chimes hanging on the crossbar above that sway in the wind, making soft and pleasant sounds from time to time.

"Why are you back here again!"

Looking at the very familiar layout in the stone pavilion, Song Qingming muttered to himself, frowned slightly, and then sat down on a stone bench with a look of helplessness.

After killing Du Yucheng before and escaping from the first level of the "Tongtian Pavilion" trial area, Song Qingming was chased by Ma Wuchen who used a spiritual object left in Du Yucheng's storage bag. On.

Song Qingming, who was only at the third level of Jindan, naturally knew that he was no match for Ma Wuchen, a late-stage Jindan demon cultivator. Facing Ma Wuchen's suppression of strength, Song Qingming, who was in crisis and thinking about how to escape, suddenly remembered the previous fire. The black iron plate that Feng had used in front of him.

Anyway, he was in a desperate situation. No matter where this iron plate would take him, it was better than falling into the hands of the demon cultivator Ma Wuchen. In order to save his life, Song Qingming did not hesitate too much and followed Huofeng before him. The method used before was to directly pour one's own mana into the "Tongtian Token" held tightly in his hand.

Just like that, under Ma Wuchen's shocked gaze, Song Qingming was brought into this empty space by a white light.

Song Qingming didn't know how long he had been here. Except for the stone pavilion in front of him, he couldn't see anything in this space, and no matter which direction he flew, he would be back here soon.

Song Qingming, who had tried several times, saw that he seemed to be unable to get out for the time being, so he simply sat down in the stone pavilion.

Although he used the "Tongtian Order" out of desperation, Song Qingming was still mentally prepared that he would encounter Huofeng or others here.

Unexpectedly, when he arrived here, he found that it was exactly the same as he had imagined. After searching for a long time, he didn't see a single stone except for this ordinary-looking stone pavilion.

"No matter what, as long as my life is saved, even though I can't get out for the time being, as long as I stay patiently in here, I should be able to get out directly when the Tower of Babel is closed."

According to the information previously obtained from Huofeng and Longfeng, before the Tower of Babel is closed, anyone who is still alive will be forcibly expelled by the restrictions inside. Although the environment here seems a bit special, it stands to reason that there will be no exception. .

Entering Tongtian Pagoda this time, Song Qingming has already obtained a lot of treasures. He has also successfully passed the trial on the first level of Tongtian Pavilion and gained the complete training experience of a Nascent Soul monk. It is already a worthwhile trip.

After experiencing a life-and-death pursuit by Ma Wuchen and almost losing his life, Song Qingming didn't have too many thoughts in his mind now. He just wanted to go out safely and return to Weiguo.

In the final analysis, his own cultivation strength is too low. It's okay to be a gangster on the lower floors. Entering a place like the ninth floor, without Huo Feng and the others, it would be difficult for Song Qingming to resist any master of the late Jindan stage. Not to mention trying to compete for spiritual objects in their hands.

Being able to grab a treasure from Du Yucheng's hands was purely a coincidence. Song Qingming would not believe that he could have such good luck after going out.

After deciding not to look for the exit, Song Qingming took out Du Yucheng's storage bag, spent a while to open the restriction on it, and poured out all the contents.

Just as he glanced at the contents inside, a small wooden sign that had broken apart immediately caught Song Qingming's attention.

After picking up the wooden sign and feeling a trace of aura coming from it, Song Qingming chuckled softly, and suddenly a fierce elixir fire appeared in his hand, which quickly burned the wooden sign into ashes. .

At the same time, Ma Wuchen, who was outside the "Tongten Pavilion", looked at the wooden plaque in his hand that had turned into charcoal. He sighed angrily and threw it aside.

"Where did this kid come from? He is just an early-stage Golden Core cultivator. How could he possess such a thing as the Heavenly Token?"

After Ma Wuchen thought for a moment, he still had no clue. He could only shake his head and turned into a black light and left the place.

Speaking of which, although Ma Wuchen and Song Qingming did not know each other, they still had some connections. In order to investigate the unprovoked murder of his junior brother Hong Qijun, Ma Wuchen once tracked the place deep in the Fuyun Mountains where Song Qingming tried to retreat and form elixirs.

However, seeing that Long Feng was not hostile at that time, Huo Feng personally took action to scare him away. Song Qingming only heard from Long Feng that a demon cultivator was following him, and did not directly meet Ma Wuchen.

In Du Yucheng's storage bag, except for two damaged magic weapons, the rest are all the techniques and elixirs commonly found in demon cultivators. These spiritual objects are all contaminated with demonic energy, and for Song Qingming The words were basically useless, so they had to be burned on the spot.

After spending a lot of time carefully selecting, Song Qingming found less than two thousand spiritual stones, and he couldn't help but show a bit of disappointment on his face. "I thought that as a Golden Core cultivator, I was living a relatively poor life, but I didn't expect that someone would be even poorer than him!"

After dealing with Du Yucheng's storage bag, Song Qingming took out the small wooden box that he had finally risked his life to grab. It took him almost half an hour to finally completely remove the upper limit.

Song Qingming was still looking forward to this wooden box that so many golden elixir monks in "Tongtian Pavilion" were fighting for. He slowly opened the top cover of the wooden box with a happy face.

What caught his eye was a small blue jade bottle that looked very delicate. Song Qingming picked up the jade bottle and opened it carefully and looked at it. He found that it contained a bottle of grass-green liquid spiritual water.

Although he could feel the rich spiritual energy coming from the bottle and knew that it contained nothing vulgar, Song Qingming still couldn't find a name in his memory that matched the spiritual water in the bottle.

After thinking for a while, there was still no answer. Just when Song Qingming put the cork on the bottle again and was about to put away the small jade bottle in his hand, a voice suddenly came into his ears out of thin air, frightening him to stay where he was.

"Seeing as how you still don't look happy, is this Cuiling True Water still not worthy of your attention?"

The first moment he heard the sound, Song Qingming's consciousness tightened in his mind. He quickly searched the area around the stone pavilion, only to find that there was still nothing around him, and there was no change at all.

"Who is here? Can you come out and see him?"

After Song Qingming shouted with a calm look on his face, he carefully looked around Shiting, waiting for the other party's response.

After a moment, a white light lit up, and a man in white suddenly appeared out of thin air across from the stone table in front of Song Qingming. He looked at the small green bottle he held tightly in his hand with a smile on his face.

Seeing the man in white suddenly appearing in front of him, Song Qingming's back felt cold, and a trace of cold sweat broke out on his forehead. For a moment, he couldn't even move his feet.

To be able to appear in front of him suddenly and silently like this means that the cultivation level of the man in white has at least reached the Nascent Soul stage.

Moreover, when Song Qingming's consciousness accidentally covered him, he was like a mud cow drowning in the sea, unable to sense the aura or pressure of the other party at all. This also proves that this person's cultivation level is still higher than that of Huo Feng and Li Mu. Above the early infant monks.

The moment she saw the man in white, a look of helplessness suddenly appeared on Song Qingming's face. Sure enough, there was a master in the Nascent Soul stage hidden inside. What he had just thought was too wonderful.

"Senior! After participating in the trial in Tongten Pavilion, I triggered a restriction and entered this place by mistake. I don't know where this place is. Please give me some advice, senior."

With Song Qingming's current level of cultivation at the third level of the Golden Core, facing such a strong and advanced man like the man in white, he no longer had to think about escaping. He could only honestly step forward and bow, and first put on his display. A respectful attitude.

"Haha! Don't worry, little friend. The reason why you are here is not just because of the Tongtian Token, but because I sent you here intentionally." The man in white saw the nervous look on Song Qingming's face. , immediately smiled and explained.

"I really don't know about this. I didn't expect that it was you, senior, who sent me here. I don't know what you call me, senior. Why did you call me here?"

The man in white waved his hand after hearing this, then came forward and sat down at the stone table, and slowly said: "Don't be too anxious, little friend. How about we sit down and talk slowly?"

Seeing the unhurried look of the other party, Song Qingming did not dare to say anything. After nodding lightly, he sat directly opposite him.

Seeing the expression on Song Qingming's face, he relaxed a little, and then the man in white opened his mouth again and continued to explain:

"You want to ask my name, which may disappoint me. I am not a monk as you imagined. Naturally, I cannot have any Taoist title or name. You can just call me Xuantian here. ”

Hearing the answer from the man in white, Song Qingming frowned, and a look of shock immediately appeared on his face. A hint of disbelief soon appeared in the eyes of the man in white.

"My little friend guessed it right. My true body is just a spiritual treasure in the Babel Tower. It has been in this tower for countless years!"

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