Song Mingting leaned forward a few steps, while Guo Jingyi, Liu Xiaoxiao and the girls frowned involuntarily, and subconsciously took a step back, obviously feeling a little uncomfortable. Although Qian Mo and the men did not retreat, they did not step forward either.

There is no way, the death of these people is too scary. So the only ones who really don’t care about coming forward are Song Mingting and Su Ningshuang.

Su Ningshuang, a young girl, had no discomfort when facing these terrifying dead bodies. Should she say that it is because genius is always unexpected?

When Song Mingting looked at Su Ningshuang, Su Ningshuang also looked at Song Mingting. She was also quite surprised by Song Mingting's calmness.

After looking at Su Ningshuang, Song Mingting focused on the body. Although there are many ways to suck human essence, the symptoms formed by different methods are subtle. Only experienced people can see this.

Song Mingting bounced out a wisp of sword energy and cut a small hole in the arm of one of the corpses.

The flesh is cut open, revealing the muscles. On the shriveled muscles, a little dark blue can occasionally be seen.

"It's a demon." Song Mingting and Su Ningshuang's voices sounded almost at the same time.

Su Ningshuang looked at Song Mingting unexpectedly and then said, "What killed these people is the demons. Only the demons will suck the essence of people and will form dark green spots in the body."

"It's actually a demon?" Everyone else was shocked.

The demon is a kind of monster, and is a kind of monster. It is transformed by the strange aura of the mountains and forests. It has a human face and a beast body, one hand and one foot. The demons formed are at least as powerful as a week. And the demons with deep Taoism can even match the powerful power of the first stage, and it is not impossible to ascend to the fairy world.

"But, isn't it right?" Bai Yingmei raised her eyebrows slightly and said suspiciously, "The demons do not have the ability to expand Peach Blossom Miasma."

Others also felt it made sense when they heard it.

"This is indeed a suspicious point, but these people must have died at the hands of demons." Su Ningshuang said affirmatively.

At this time, Zhang Hualing walked in. Su Ningshuang asked, "Which elder has the master sent here?"

Song Mingting also turned his attention to Zhang Hualing, but he did not expect that the person who was about to come was still an acquaintance.

"It's Master Yanxia." Zhang Hualing replied.

Su Ningshuang nodded and said, "The purpose of the fox demon is still unknown at present, so in order to ensure safety, we should not enter the peach blossom miasma again. Let's talk about everything when Uncle Yanxia comes."

Everyone stayed in Jiange, Taohuacheng County.

As night fell, it was soon night. Song Mingting closed his eyes, sat upright on the bed, looking like meditating.

On the other bed, Qian Mo kept saying something. At first, Song Mingting replied one or two more words, but later he simply stopped talking.

Qian Mo said for a long time, no one responded, so he closed his mouth in a bad mood and began to practice.

Song Mingting and his group were too many, and there were not enough rooms in Jiange in County, so they could only arrange one room for two people.

The moon was as cool as water, and Qian Mo quickly immersed in the cultivation. Song Mingting, who was standing beside him, seemed to be meditating and practicing, but in fact, it was not. He was actually using the art of chanting the gods of the mayfly.

Song Mingting secretly moved the method, and the art of chanting candles was activated.

As the world shook, it suddenly became silent. The thought of the mayfly, which seemed colorful but actually invisible, rushed out of Song Mingting's body like a crazy-growing water grass and rushed into all directions.

With such a strange phenomenon, Qian Mo, who was next to Song Mingting, had no idea about it.

The thoughts of ephemerals passed through the roof and walls, and flew towards all directions. Strands of ephemerals were like ghosts flying everywhere, starting to rush towards all directions with the county Jiange as the center.

The whistling thought of the mayfly passed through the walls and began to look at the past from house to house. In an instant, hundreds of pictures from different perspectives and directions began to flash in front of Song Mingting's eyes.

Hundreds of mayfly thoughts whizzed through the city. After more than ten breaths, the mayfly thoughts in other directions suddenly collapsed and disappeared invisible in the blink of an eye. Only a few strands of mayfly thoughts were suspended in front of a window.

The only few remaining strands of mayfly thoughts approached quietly, and finally formed a thicker strand of mayfly thoughts.

Inner city, county Jiange, guest rooms.

Found it! Song Mingting breathed a sigh of relief in secret. At this stage, it was still a bit too burden for him to launch the art of divine connotation in the candle.

In the room, Ji Wanqiu was sitting cross-legged on the bed, and the moving charm of her body had completely restrained and became much more ordinary. Next to Ji Wanqiu, a man who looked like a casual cultivator was also meditating and practicing.

The man has dark skin, smart and handsome appearance, and ordinary clothes, which is no different from all the casual cultivators who are struggling at the bottom of the Taoist world.

County Jiange, guest room.

A smile appeared on the corner of Song Mingting's mouth: Brother Shenshang, long time no see.

That's right, Ji Wanqiu has a husband, and her husband is also an ordinary casual cultivator. Even after decades, his cultivation will only take a week. Now, his cultivation is of course even lower. Sister Wanqiu's husband is the man in front of him - Zhao Shenshang.

In fact, he couldn't understand why Ji Wanqiu found such an ordinary husband. Maybe this is love, he didn't understand this very much. In his "last life", he only cared about escape and revenge, and he had no time to care about love.

However, although Zhao Shenshang was not strong, he was a good person, smart, steady and enthusiastic. In his "last life", although he didn't want to get into trouble with him at first, he finally didn't bother Ji Wanqiu and took him in. He also treated him well during his injury. This was already a rare thing for a casual cultivator.

Zhao Shenshang was willing to take in him so much danger, but he could only say that he really loved Sister Wanqiu miserably.

Song Mingting was thinking about this, and on the other side, the thought of a mayfly passed through the window and floated into the house.

What he has to do now is to warn the two of them, because Ji Wanqiu's cultivation level is only in the Rongyue period, so he naturally takes the weight and can easily escape, but he has not been able to deal with Taoist Yanxia.

So he needed to warn the other party so that the flood would rush the Dragon King Temple.

The thought of the mayfly entered the house, but Ji Wanqiu and Zhao Shenshang had no idea. But when the thought of the mayfly entered the vase beside him and began to dip the water in the vase, Ji Wanqiu noticed it and she suddenly opened her eyes.

Zhao Shenshang, who was beside him, noticed the movement, opened his eyes and said carelessly: "What's wrong?"

Ji Wanqiu shook his head, then signaled him to look at the vase with a serious expression.

The flowers in the vase were moving without wind. Zhao Shenshang's expression changed slightly. With a move, he summoned the flying sword into his hand, then flashed to Ji Wanqiu and protected her behind him.

A soft color flashed across Ji Wanqiu's face.
Chapter completed!