The water from the underground river suddenly poured into the tip of Meng Jingzhe's nose.

Meng Jingzhe immediately smelled the smell of blood.

He vaguely thought of the spiritual river in Taiyuan Forest, which had a faint blood-red color.

The reason why the Linghe River is like this is because the river flows out of the Changsheng Valley, and the blood in the Changsheng Valley flows into a river, polluting the Linghe River, and that's why that situation happened.

The same is true for this underground river now, which gave Meng Jingzhe a bad premonition.

Thinking like this, Meng Jingzhe paddled faster and faster.

He didn't know how long he paddled, but he finally stopped, and when he emerged from the sinking surface, he saw darkness.

In the pitch-black environment, thanks to the experience in the Yin-Yang Tomb, Meng Jingzhe still saw things as normal. He climbed ashore carefully, dried all the water on his body, and then headed towards the one-man cave in front of him. Walk along the trail.

Meng Jingzhe used concealment techniques to cover up his aura, and his footsteps were as light as if they were not there, and he slowly approached the vine's nest.

Meng Jingzhe suddenly felt something touch his feet. His heart sank. He already had a weapon in his hand and was ready to fight.

But when I looked back, I saw a vine that had just climbed out of the water.

The vine clearly touched something, but it didn't feel the presence of anything. It turned left and right on the spot for a while, looking for the hidden Meng Jingzhe.

Meng Jingzhe carefully avoided Vine's inspection.

The vine rotated for a long time without encountering Meng Jingzhe again. It finally gave up the idea and continued crawling toward the ground.

Meng Jingzhe breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this. In order to avoid being discovered, he became more careful with his next actions.

He walked for a long time on a short one kilometer long road before arriving outside the underground vine lair.

Meng Jingzhe cautiously looked inside. Five huge vines, like pillars, supported the underground space.

Meng Jingzhe's eyes wandered among several vines, and soon he spotted a figure hanging high.

The figure was wrapped in layers of white spider silk, and he could not clearly see the condition of the person inside. Meng Jingzhe carefully stretched out a ray of consciousness, trying to check the condition of the person.

"get out!"

A male voice sounded.

Meng Jingzhe immediately felt as if his ears were going to explode.

This voice was filled with overwhelming murderous intent. Meng Jingzhe felt his heart agitated just after hearing it for a moment, but he held it back forcibly so that no blood came out.

Once he vomits blood, the smell of blood cannot be concealed at all.

The masked man was sitting on the exposed roots of the vine. He was very aware of his voice, but after waiting for a long time, he still didn't get the slightest breath fluctuation.

"Did I feel wrong?" the man thought in his heart, and then raised his head and glanced at the white spider cocoon hanging high.

The masked man continues to practice.

Meng Jingzhe did not dare to let his consciousness move rashly, but his eyes saw what seemed to be a steady stream of white mist, overflowing from the cocoon wrapped in white spider silk, and rushing straight towards the masked man.

The masked man's expression also improved at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Meng Jingzhe's heart sank. He now knew Meng Xiaotian's identity, so naturally he would no longer treat his sister as an ordinary cultivator.

The mythical beast Pixiu, even if it has never practiced cultivation, its flesh, flesh, and spirit are the most precious treasures in the world for cultivators. Therefore, seeing this scene in front of her, Meng Jingzhe intuitively felt that this person was absorbing Meng Xiaotian.

He didn't know the situation of Meng Xiaotian in the spider cocoon, but he just felt that if he waited one more minute, his sister would be in more danger.

Meng Jingzhe knew that he was unable to defeat him, so he knew that if he wanted to take action, he must ensure that he would kill with one strike. He carefully searched for a suitable position and a suitable way to attack.

He slowly moved his position, and at this time, there seemed to be something wrong with the masked man's practice, and the aura around him became manic.

Meng Jingzhe did not wait any longer, but directly attacked the man.

Reincarnation decision.

Nine swords.

He used two of his current strongest killing moves together.

But the moment the attack landed, the masked man suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes were clear, and he did not appear to be manic at all. At this time, he looked straight at Meng Jingzhe, who was hiding, and said: "I caught you."

Meng Jingzhe was shocked.

The Reincarnation Jue seemed to have no effect on the masked man, and was broken into pieces in an instant. As for the Nine Swords, it was like paper.

These moves that were useful to Qi Feixuan, a monk in the transformation stage, had no effect at all when facing the masked man.

With a slight click from the man, Meng Jingzhe's body was sent flying backwards.

"It's no use being alone." The masked man said.

At this time, the man felt quite proud. After all, he had been suppressed by Meng Jingzhe and Jinghe Sword Master before, but now it was extremely easy for him to deal with Meng Jingzhe alone.

Meng Jingzhe struggled to get up, but the masked man's attack also fell at this time.

"You don't even have the Divine Sword in your hand, so what are you, a swordsman without a sword mind?" the masked man said softly.

Kenshin.

When Meng Jingzhe heard Lian's comment again, he couldn't help but think of Jinghe Sword Master.

Jinghe Sword Master also said that he lacks the heart of the sword.

But what exactly Sword Heart is, he still has no idea.

The masked man chuckled lightly and said: "That loser Gu Ze, has he waited for you for so many years? "Nine Swords" looks like this in your hands, you are really a coward."

"I don't have a sword heart, do you have one?" Meng Jingzhe asked.

There is still no yin and yang value generated. The masked man is like an iron wall. It seems that no words can have any effect on him.

"These tricks of your Yin and Yang bloodline are of no use to me," the masked man said.

Meng Jingzhe was shocked in her heart. Although the other party didn't say it clearly, Meng Jingzhe always had a feeling that the other party knew his secret.

It's like he knows everything about the system and the yin and yang values.

As he spoke, the vines behind the man immediately attacked Meng Jingzhe.

Meng Jingzhe hurriedly retreated. When there was no way to retreat, he simply stopped retreating.

Those vines were like sharks that had seen blood, swarming towards him. But just as they reached Meng Jingzhe's side, a bunch of vines suddenly rushed out from the thorns.

Two sets of vines were entangled together in an instant.

They were all good vine brothers in the underground. Now, because they were each their own masters, they started killing each other to the death.

Soon, the underground space began to emit a strong aura of vegetation, and countless branches and leaves fell to the ground. The result of the fight was obviously very tragic.

The end result is that there is nothing that can be done to each other.

The vines on both sides seemed to have triggered some protective mechanism. After fighting both sides, they faded away like the tide. No matter how Meng Jingzhe and the masked man commanded them, these vines stopped moving, as if they were in a state of recuperation.

Without the cover of the vine melee, Meng Jingzhe was completely exposed to the masked man.

"You have no help."

As soon as the masked man finished speaking, Meng Jingzhe felt a completely irresistible force on his body, making him unable to move.

"Now we can continue the previous topic, where is the Yin Yang Pearl?" the masked man asked.

Meng Jingzhe's heart skipped a beat and she couldn't help but said tentatively: "The person you want to resurrect will never survive. You are wasting your efforts!"

The masked man tightened his hands when he heard this, and Meng Jingzhe immediately felt that the restraints on his body were getting heavier.

"Yin Yang Pearl." The masked man said again.

With his reaction like this, Meng Jingzhe couldn't figure out a definite result for a while.

In desperation, Meng Jingzhe could only continue to test and said: "That person might not want to live at all."

"Yin-Yang Pearl." The masked man seemed to turn a deaf ear and kept asking about the Yin-Yang Pearl. His attacks became more and more severe, and Meng Jingzhe couldn't help but cry out in pain.

"I don't know where the Yin Yang Pearl is." Meng Jingzhe said loudly.

"I've seen the yin-yang beast in you, and you still want to continue lying?" the masked man asked.

"That's my Nascent Soul, not some Yin-Yang Pearl." Meng Jingzhe thought to herself, could it be that the Yin-Yang Pearl is the Yin-Yang Beast.

"Pretend to be stupid." After the masked man finished speaking, his hand movements became heavier.

Meng Jingzhe immediately felt as though life would be worse than death.

"Hand it over." The masked man said.

"You are so capable, come and get it yourself!" Meng Jingzhe simply broke the jar.

The masked man's eyes narrowed.

Meng Jingzhe suddenly realized something, immediately laughed and said, "Why don't you dare to move?"

The masked man looked at him and said, "I advise you not to get carried away."

Meng Jingzhe felt like she was holding the man's hand, and said to him, "Don't you dare do anything to me."

"You can give it a try," the man replied.
To be continued...