Qinghe Immortal Clan.

Qiu Daoping's cultivation has reached the fifth level of the Nascent Soul Realm, and his fighting skills are not weak among Nascent Soul cultivators.

Even if they are a hundred miles apart, a mid-Nascent Soul stage cultivator casting a spell with all his strength cannot be easily dealt with by a Jindan stage cultivator.

Although he was a little surprised that Song Qingming could block Qiu Daoping's attack, it did not affect the confidence on his face at all.

In his eyes, even if a Jindan cultivator like Song Qingming had some powerful magical powers, he was still completely useless in front of a mid-Yuanying cultivator like him.

Compared to the first red sword light, the second sword light emitted by Qiu Daoping was even more powerful.

Even if Song Qingming could still take out a third-grade top-grade defensive talisman, it would not be easy for him to take on this attack.

The opponent has now entered his pursuit range. Even if Song Qingming could escape by chance, it would not affect the subsequent results. He does not need to rush to kill this relatively weak prey for him.

Although the sword light had just passed through the sky, Song Qingming, who was a hundred miles away, had already sensed a sense of crisis in his heart and had almost increased his escape speed to the fastest.

Since the person who just attacked him was a Nascent Soul cultivator, there was no way that the other party would let him go easily. While Song Qingming was trying his best to escape, he was also constantly on guard behind him, always ready to deal with the danger coming from afar.

Song Qingming is now only a few dozen miles away from the location agreed upon with Feng He. For a Jindan cultivator, it is not too far and he can arrive in half a quarter of an hour at most.

Even with the last few dozen miles of distance, Song Qingming felt it was farther away than ever before. He wished he could escape faster so that he could get rid of the danger behind him sooner.

Just when Song Qingming was extremely worried about this, he suddenly saw a red sun appear on the sea below. Turning around, he saw another fierce red sword light rushing towards him.

"It came so quickly, I really am not lucky enough today!"

Although Song Qingming was only about one or twenty miles away from the agreed location, the red sword light was already behind him and there was no escape. Song Qingming could only secretly say in his heart that his luck was a little worse.

Before on the island, Song Qingming was not too worried about his own safety because he knew that "Fenglei Island" did not allow cultivators to fight.

Even if the other party could find him through Qiu Wuxin's storage bag, it would take some time. As long as he could successfully arrive at the agreed location and meet up with Feng He before that, he would be able to resolve the crisis.

After leaving "Wind and Thunder Island", Song Qingming rushed on his way almost without stopping. He thought that this place was not far from "Wind and Thunder Island" and the other party would not attack him so quickly because there were too many cultivators around.

After all, "Luomae Valley" is also one of the six major sects that preside over the secret realm. If they blatantly kill the cultivators coming out of the secret realm here, once they are seen and the news gets out, they will definitely have a bad reputation.

Normally, Qiu Daoping and his men would have to take some impact into consideration. Even if they wanted to kill Song Qingming to avenge Qiu Wuxin, they would have to find a place with few people and do it quietly.

He didn't expect that he had just left the "Wind and Thunder Island" when the other party quickly locked onto his location and caught up with him. Moreover, the one who made the move was a Nascent Soul cultivator, who didn't care about the impact of the matter at all. This was somewhat beyond Song Qingming's original expectations.

Feeling the red sword light behind him, which was even more powerful than the first sword light, Song Qingming's expression became very solemn.

Knowing that it would be difficult for him to withstand this attack, Song Qingming secretly made up his mind. A flash of light appeared in his hand, and the next moment a gray talisman with an ancient look appeared. He was ready to cast a spell to activate the talisman in his hand to resist the crisis.

The talisman in Song Qingming's hand is a very rare fourth-grade lower-grade talisman. It was also the spiritual object given to him by his master "Taoist Lingxu" for self-defense when he left the sect with Li Xuanyi.

Spiritual objects above level four are extremely rare in the world of immortal cultivation. Song Qingming has treasured this talisman extremely over the years and has always carried it with him as a life-saving trump card.

Although Song Qingming still had a lot of magic weapons and talismans on him, facing the powerful attack of the Nascent Soul cultivator at this moment, ordinary defensive spiritual objects could hardly help him deal with it.

The only third-grade top-grade defensive talisman he had had was used to resist the first red sword light. At this moment, he had no better defensive item on him.

For this reason, Song Qingming did not dare to be careless at all. He directly took out the fourth-grade low-grade talisman from his body and placed all his hopes on this talisman.

Although this fourth-level low-grade talisman is not a defensive type of talisman, it is a powerful fourth-level spiritual object after all. The effect of using it will definitely not be worse than the third-level high-grade defensive talisman that Song Qingming had released before.

Now that the danger is imminent, even though Song Qingming is still unsure in his heart, he can no longer care about anything else at this moment. He can only hope that this talisman can block the opponent's attack.

Just when Song Qingming was about to activate the talisman in his hand, suddenly a voice transmission entered his ears, which made Song Qingming's face suddenly brighten with joy, and he immediately stopped casting the spell.

"Humph! I knew that guy wouldn't follow the rules. Brother Song, come over to my side."

Hearing the familiar voice, Song Qingming turned around and saw a green light rushing towards him not far away. It was Feng He, whom he had not seen for many days.

Seeing Feng He's figure appear, Song Qingming hurriedly turned his escape light and moved towards him, and the tension in his heart instantly relaxed a lot.

By the time Song Qingming and Feng He met up, the second red sword light had already arrived behind him, emitting a powerful force.

"The Flame Spirit Sword Qi is much more powerful than it was back then!"

Seeing the red sword light behind Song Qingming, Feng He said something calmly, then cast a spell and threw out a golden seal magic weapon. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a huge mountain more than ten feet high blocking the two of them.

After the red sword light hit the golden seal, there were bursts of "sizzling" sounds from the burning flames. Song Qingming, who was not far away, also immediately felt a wave of heat.

Although the second red sword light was very powerful with flames, it was more powerful than the first sword light that Song Qingming had received before, and the golden giant seal was burning with bursts of red spiritual light.

But under the encouragement of Feng He, who was also a Nascent Soul cultivator, the golden giant seal was able to firmly resist the opponent's attack and did not allow the red sword light to advance a single step.

After a while, the golden giant seal in front of Feng He suddenly exploded with a loud bang, and another violent impact came from the same location, causing huge waves on the sea surface.

After the smoke and dust raised by the explosion dissipated, Song Qingming, who had stabilized himself, looked carefully and found that the red sword light and Feng He's golden seal magic weapon had disappeared together.

The golden seal magic weapon that Feng He had just used was only a third-grade superior magic weapon of relatively ordinary power for Nascent Soul cultivators. After resisting the sword light, it seemed to be automatically detonated and destroyed in the explosion.

Seeing this, Song Qingming finally felt relieved. He hurried forward and bowed to Feng He, saying with lingering fear:
"Senior Feng He, you came just in time. If you were any later, I would have been unable to cope and would have had a hard time seeing you again."

Hearing this, Feng He smiled calmly and said, "Haha! You have a lot of treasures on you, this sword shouldn't kill you!
But these guys actually took action here, they really don't care about their dignity at all, luckily I arrived in time, otherwise it would have been a big deal. "

In order not to attract the attention of the Nascent Soul cultivators on the island, Feng He has been hiding in a stone cave on the coast these days and did not dare to get too close to the "Fenglei Island".

Until recently, Feng He felt that there were Jindan cultivators coming out of the secret realm passing by the seaside. Knowing that the "Fenglei Island" secret realm had been closed, he took the initiative to come out and walked some distance to the seaside.

Unexpectedly, his action was unintentional, and he happened to run into the scene where Song Qingming was being chased.

Before, when Song Qingming was resisting the opponent's first red sword light, Feng He, who was dozens of miles away, had already noticed the huge movement on his side.

Feeling somewhat worried about Song Qingming's safety, he immediately rushed over here quickly and appeared here just in time to save him.

"Well, I think we got the stuff!"

Hearing Feng He's question, Song Qingming nodded quickly and threw a storage magic tool that he had carefully hidden on his body directly to the other party.

"Fortunately I have accomplished my mission! This guy is indeed quite strong. Fortunately, I have the skills that the senior gave me in advance to restrain him. Otherwise, I might not be able to defeat him."

Seeing the storage magic weapon thrown by Song Qingming, Feng He's face lit up immediately. He took it in his hand, took a look at it, and then put it away. Then he urged Song Qingming:

"Alright! That guy will probably catch up with us soon. This is not the place to talk. Let's go!"

After Feng He finished speaking, he waved his hand and put away the flying boat beside him, and then jumped directly onto his "Phantom Boat" under Song Qingming's somewhat surprised gaze.

"Senior, what are you doing?"

Seeing the confusion on Song Qingming's face, Feng He quickly explained, "That guy's cultivation is not lower than mine. If we speed up hastily, it might easily attract his attention.

Don't worry! This guy is practicing a fire-attributed technique. Next, we just need to escape into the sea, and he won't be able to cast spells to attack us from a distance so easily.

You just need to control the flying boat and leave the rest to me. Don't worry, I have everything ready and nothing will go wrong."

The reason why Feng He said this was that he didn't want to reveal his identity in advance, so he asked Song Qingming to continue using the "Phantom Boat" to travel.

Including the previous fight, he also used a low-quality third-grade defensive magic weapon, and deliberately detonated a self-destructive magic weapon in order to hide himself and pretend to be a Jindan cultivator with insufficient strength.

Hearing what Feng He said, Song Qingming immediately understood that he didn't want to alert the enemy, and quickly cast a spell to urge the flying boat under his feet, turning into a white light and escaping directly into the sea, quickly disappearing from the spot. Qiu Daoping, who was a hundred miles away from the battlefield, also felt the second sword light he had just released, but still failed to take down the opponent, and his face couldn't help but show a little more surprise.

"You even knew to hide in the sea to disrupt my pursuit. This is getting more and more interesting. It seems that I still underestimated you. In this case, I can only meet you in person.

It is indeed impossible to kill a heartless person so easily. I hope you won’t let me down too much next time!”

After Qiu Daoping muttered to himself, he looked thoughtful, and the giant white python under his feet suddenly became more spiritual and its speed increased.
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After the two of them escaped into the sea, the speed of the flying boat under Song Qingming's feet slowed down slightly due to the obstruction of the sea water.

But at this moment, because Feng He was there, he was no longer afraid of the opponent's golden light attack. He began to control the flying boat under his feet with all his heart and soul, maintaining the fastest speed and rushing to the place Feng He told him to go.

After the two of them sped across the sea for dozens of miles, they soon arrived not far from the shore, but the flying boat controlled by Song Qingming was not in a hurry to get out of the sea. Instead, it turned around and continued to move eastward along the coast.

After traveling for about a hundred miles, Song Qingming finally controlled the flying boat to leap out of the sea and arrived at an island designated by Feng He.

This island is not large in area. It is a deserted island with no spiritual energy. It is only a few dozen miles away from the coast. Standing high in the sky, Song Qingming can clearly see the coastline in the distance.

As soon as the two appeared above the island, a ray of light flew out from the island. It was Song Yuanli, who had been separated from Song Qingming for more than a month.

Ever since Song Qingming went to "Fenglei Island", knowing that he was going to help Feng He carry out a relatively dangerous mission, Song Yuanli has been worried about his safety these days.

Seeing Song Qingming return safely, Song Yuanli was a little excited, and immediately took the initiative to greet him with a happy look on his face.

"Seventh Uncle, come back!"

Song Yuanli came to the two of them and before he could finish his words, Feng He beside him waved his hand and interrupted him. He said to the two of them with a serious expression:

"That guy will be here soon. We don't have time to reminisce with you now. Let's go and get ready!
It's going to be a tough battle, and I'm afraid I won't be able to take care of you.

I have no other wish in this life, I just hope to get revenge in my lifetime, Brother Song, please work together to help me kill this man!"

"Don't worry, senior! Now that we are here, we will do our best and will not let you down."

After hearing Feng He's words and instructions, Song Qingming and Song Yuanli bowed to him, then turned around and left the place to go to the island below.

Not long after Song Qingming and the other man left, a red light suddenly appeared in the sky far away from the island and quickly rushed towards the location of the deserted island.

Feng He stood in place and took a look into the distance. Then a white jade pendant appeared in his hand. It was the storage magic tool that Song Qingming had given him before.

Because he had promised Feng He before, Song Qingming did not choose to open the other party's storage magic device after killing Qiu Wuxin, and did not know what was inside.

On the way here, Feng He had already erased all the marks left by Qiu Wuxin on the jade bottle. At this moment, his spiritual sense just moved slightly, and he quickly and easily penetrated into the magic weapon in his hand.

After a while, Feng He took out the magic weapon "Lihuo Chixin Sword" that Qiu Wuxin had used before, as well as a wooden sign that looked somewhat dark.

Feng He, who had obtained these two spiritual objects, turned around again and saw the red spiritual light in the distant sky. A hint of excitement suddenly appeared on his face.

"It's been five hundred years since we last met! Junior brother, we will meet again soon."

Feng He whispered something, then immediately disappeared from the spot without a trace.

Half a quarter of an hour later, as a ray of red blood light slowly descended on the deserted island, bursts of red light were also reflected on the nearby sea surface, dyeing the area around the island red.

Qiu Daoping, wearing a golden crown and stepping on a white python, looked at the deserted island on the sea below with a playful smile on his face.

"Haha! I thought you could run so far, but you show up so quickly!"

After his spiritual sense swept lightly over the deserted island, Qiu Daoping quickly opened his eyes. The next moment, he disappeared in mid-air and came to a small canyon on the south side of the island.

Qiu Daoping, who had just revealed his figure, looked forward and a man in a green robe sitting on a huge rock immediately caught his attention.

"It seems that this is the cemetery you have chosen for yourself!"

Seeing that the green-robed man in front of him was the one he had been looking for all this time, Fellow Daoist Qiu had already regarded him as a dead man. He stepped into the air and walked towards the man's location in an instant.

However, just as he approached the green-robed man in front of him for a distance, Qiu Daoping suddenly felt something was wrong. He stopped not far from the other person, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"Hey! There's something wrong with your aura. You're hiding your cultivation. No wonder Wuxin fell into your hands. You're really good at tricking me. You almost fooled me."

Before, when Song Qingming was still on the "Fenglei Island", Qiu Daoping had already sensed Qiu Wuxin's aura from the other party, so he tracked him all the way here.

Before this, Song Qingming's cultivation level was only at the eighth level of the Golden Core. But now, after Qiu Daoping approached the green-robed man, he noticed that the other party's cultivation level had suddenly changed. It was much stronger than before and was no longer within the range of the eighth level of the Golden Core.

Seeing that the other party had already noticed it, the man in green robe smiled slightly, and then he did not hide his cultivation level. After standing up, he suddenly emanated a powerful aura.

"Nascent Soul cultivator! How is this possible?

The forbidden formation on Fenglei Island is so powerful that even a cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage may not be able to escape detection. How can you, who is only at the third level of the Nascent Soul stage, have such means? Could it be that I have found the wrong person and disturbed you, fellow Taoist?"

Seeing that the green-robed man in front of him suddenly showed the cultivation level of the Nascent Soul Stage, Qiu Daoping's face immediately showed a hint of surprise, and he opened his mouth to test it out with some disbelief.

Originally, he thought he was chasing an ordinary Jindan cultivator like Song Qingming, but he didn't expect that when he arrived on this island, a strange Yuanying cultivator suddenly appeared, which really caught him off guard.

No matter how powerful a Jindan cultivator is, he is of insignificant importance in Qiu Daoping's eyes. However, when facing an unfamiliar Yuanying cultivator, the situation is somewhat different.

Yuanying cultivators are those who have already stood at the top of the world of immortal cultivation. Generally, they will try their best to be nice to others and will not easily make enemies with others.

Before confirming whether the other party was a friend or an enemy, Qiu Daoping tried to ask carefully to prevent himself from causing any misunderstandings due to impatience. It would be a waste of time and effort to create more enemies.

After hearing Qiu Daoping's question, Feng He did not directly answer his question, but gave him a somewhat weird smile.

"Five hundred years. I have waited for a full five hundred years. Do you know how I have been through these five hundred years? Hahaha." After Feng He finished speaking, he burst into laughter again.

Qiu Daoping, who was standing opposite him, had a look of confusion and surprise on his face after hearing Feng He's somewhat unreasonable answer.

"What do you mean by five hundred years? Who are you, Excellency, and why did you bring me here?"

However, in response to Qiu Daoping's question, Feng He still stood there, laughing crazily, and did not answer the other party's question.

Seeing Feng He acting so abnormally, Qiu Daoping's face became more confused. After scanning the other party for a while, he waved his hand and released a powerful pressure, which pushed the crazy Feng He back two steps.

"It seems that what happened to you was really done by you, Daoyou. No matter who you are, you must give me an explanation for what happened today, otherwise it will be difficult for you to leave here."

Qiu Daoping has been condensing his Nascent Soul for more than 700 years. He has reached the fifth level of the Nascent Soul and is also a long-established Nascent Soul cultivator who has been famous in the "Tianhai Immortal Cultivation World".

Except for facing a few late Nascent Soul cultivators, Qiu Daoping has not suffered much loss in front of cultivators of the same level over the years.

Seeing that Feng He in front of him was only at the third level of the Nascent Soul stage and actually did not take him, a mid-Nascent Soul stage cultivator, seriously, Qiu Daoping's face suddenly showed some anger.

Although no one wants to offend an enemy of the same level for no reason, if Feng He is really the one who framed Qiu Wuxin and is targeting him, he will not let him go easily.

Facing the angry Qiu Daoping, Feng He finally recovered from his madness and turned to look at Qiu Daoping with a pair of cold eyes.

"An explanation, yes, I have waited for so long, actually just to give you an explanation! It has been five hundred years, it is time for us to put an end to it!"

"You always mention five hundred years, but I see that you are no more than two or three hundred years old. Could it be possible that we knew each other five hundred years ago?"

Faced with Feng He's somewhat crazy and incoherent answer, Qiu Daoping's face became more and more confused and he couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

As he was thinking, a figure that frightened him but was unlikely to appear suddenly entered his mind, causing Qiu Daoping's expression to become very solemn. (End of this chapter)