Inside the tent——

Ji Le had already finished the flat peach given to her by Jun Muzhen, and then carefully wrapped the peach core.

What she didn't expect was that just such an ordinary-looking big peach would cause her cultivation to become loose again.

She had just broken through to the eighth-level divine beast not long ago, and now she has reached the middle stage of the eighth-level divine beast.

It won't take long for her to break through the ninth-level divine beast.

Although spiritual beasts have a higher affinity for spiritual energy than humans, it is more difficult to practice.

It took Yuhen thousands of years to break through the beast master, but he is still a very powerful viper.

And if it is placed on those with better spiritual talents, it would take thirty to forty years to reach the spiritual king level.

Not to mention, there is an extremely talented person like Mu Ying.

Ji Le held her chin, and now she finally felt the benefits of her agreeing to Jun Mu Qian to become a Dou Ling.

However, there is one drawback: if she is too far away from Jun Muzhen, her cultivation will not be able to be fully utilized.

Moreover, a fighting spirit like her may be the only one in the Lingxuan world, and many things are still being explored.

And now...

Ji Le was a little surprised. Why did she feel that her strength was limited?

"Your Majesty, it's been so long, why hasn't Ammu come back yet?" Ji Le looked outside the tent and could only see other sect disciples coming and going.

"It didn't take long." Su Qingli also finished eating, "It should only have been ten minutes."

"That shouldn't be the case." Ji Le was puzzled, "Amu won't be able to walk very far in ten minutes."

Unless the distance between them is more than a hundred miles, she will feel restricted.

"Let me go out and take a look." Su Qingli didn't know what Ji Le was thinking. She stood up and said, "The young master said that her other two disciples may arrive tonight. Lele, you can watch from here."

Ji Le nodded and did not stop.

She was very reassured about Su Qingli. She had seen her brilliance when she went to Shengyuan to pick up the Queen of Shengyuan.

Therefore, Ji Le admired Jun Mu Qian even more. Even Queen Shengyuan was able to trick her into joining her sect. It was really a powerful method.

It seems reasonable that she was deceived in the first place.

Ji Le sighed sadly and started working on the remaining chicken heads.

**

After Su Qingli walked out, it was already dark.

There was no shadow of the setting sun on the horizon, only a bright moon hanging high in the sky, surrounded by a few bright stars.

There were bonfires burning outside other tents.

The land in the Duanming Plain is barren. Except for weeds, no other plants grow. Naturally, there are no wild animals for human consumption.

But legend has it that a long time ago, two people were fighting here in Duanmingyuan.

Both of these two people have extremely high cultivation, they are the kind who can lift mountains and raise their hands to attack.

So later on, this place became a desolate place, no longer inhabited.

Even the people from the Tianyin Sect and the Seven Star Alliance were sitting there eating taro and sweet potatoes, without the slightest smell of meat.

Seeing this, Su Qingli was a little confused as to why Jun Muxian only went out for a moment and took out a few live chickens and fresh fish.

Even the most advanced spiritual ring does not have the ability to store living creatures, which is a bit strange.

Su Qingli put her hands behind her back and walked around the area of ​​​​death, but found no trace of Jun Muqian.

She frowned, spread out her mental power, and began to detect.

However, unfortunately, she still couldn't get any clues.

"Can people disappear for no reason?" Su Qingli murmured, and then she blurted out with a look in her eyes, "Something is wrong!"

Although Jun Muxian didn't say what he was going to do, it definitely wouldn't take too long.

No matter how arrogant she is, the head of the Monarch Pavilion is still Jun Muzhen. She is responsible for the entire sect, even if there are only five people.

As a result, now, just a few hours before the Hundred Sects War, the master of a pavilion disappeared?

What's the point?

Su Qingli frowned even more tightly, her brain was working rapidly, and then she said to herself: "The young master must not have run away on his own, otherwise there will at least be residual traces, which proves..."

Her expression changed slightly and her body was shaken.

Someone kidnapped Jun Muqian.

Who has such ability?

At least there won't be anyone in Huaxu Continent. Could it be that they are from the Mu family?

Su Qingli took a deep breath, calmed down, and then began to check.

**

When Jun Muzhen opened her eyes again, she found herself in a damp and dark secret room.

Next to my ears was the sound of water drops falling, "tapping".

She tilted her head, feeling a slight sting in her neck.

Jun Muqian's expression paused slightly, and he raised his hand to touch what was going on there, but when he started to move, a series of crisp sounds sounded.

She squinted her eyes and looked at the chains on her wrists, feeling a little funny for a moment.

After touching my neck, I also felt something cold.

Jun Muzhen looked at her feet again, and as expected, there were two iron chains binding her tightly.

The remaining chains were tangled together and piled up on one side, and behind her was the cold wall with a slight dampness.

She was imprisoned.

When this thought came to mind, Jun Muzhen's expression instantly cooled down, but her eyes were very calm and her heart did not fluctuate much.

"Yan Shaoling." Her voice was faint but powerful, "What are you doing?"

If she still doesn't understand what happened, her life has really been in vain.

Jun Muqian sneered slightly, with a chill in her peach blossom eyes.

She admitted that she was careless.

But it wasn't because she wasn't defensive about Yan Shaoling, but because she didn't think Yan Shaoling could do anything to her.

It is true that she is conceited, but the more reason is that she failed to fully feel the other person's body.

Jun Mu's light eyelashes drooped slightly, and the corners of her lips were raised.

She should have known long ago that Yan Shaoling was definitely more fearful than Old Man Tianji.

This sick and weak owner of the Tianji Building has a delicate mind. He has already taken control of the entire Tianji Building before he was even weak, and he can still live under the nose of the old man Tianji until now...

How could such a person not be scary?

Even if his strength is not enough to scare Hua Xu, his scheming is something that not many people can defeat.

If Rong Qing couldn't see anything at all, then Yan Shaoling was hiding it well.

Jun Muqian recalled the previous scene, and what she was sure of was that Yan Shaoling called her out deliberately, not to reminisce with her, but to imprison her.

Either Yan Shaoling had set up the formation there in advance, or he had some magic weapon that even she had never seen before.

It was indeed careless.

Jun Muzhen felt the chain that locked her, and her eyes changed slightly.

If she guessed correctly, this chain should be made of seven-star cold iron, which can make people with spiritual power and below lose all their spiritual power.

Even if she can enter the Hunyuan Bell, she can't get rid of these chains.

In other words, she now has nothing but cultivation, but can't move anything.

Yan Shaoling, what exactly... do you want to do?

The sound of footsteps gradually sounded, and Jun Muzhen heard a few short breaths, as if she was forcing herself to endure something.

Finally, as the footsteps approached, Yan Shaoling also appeared in front of her.

He looked a little embarrassed at the moment, with no trace of his usual elegance, and a pair of black eyes had a turbid look.

When he saw Jun Muqian, Yan Shaoling's eyes darkened, and his voice was still hoarse: "Miss Mu."

"Hmm." Jun Muqian was unmoved, her eyes were cold, "Is this how you treat guests?"

There is something very wrong with Yan Shaoling like this.

"I have asked for Miss Mu's opinion." Yan Shaoling actually laughed, his emotions unclear, "Miss Mu insists on participating in the Hundred Sects War, so I can only invite Miss Mu here as a guest."

"Being a guest?" Jun Mu smiled slightly. Even though the iron chains had rubbed blood marks on her skin, she remained calm and calm, "But, I don't want to be your guest."
To be continued...