After Li Che finished speaking, he patted Meng Qi on the shoulder. Looking at her frown, he couldn't help but smile: "Meng Qiqi, be decisive."

"That's it." He continued: "Let's talk about another thing first."

He asked again: "If Yan Xuan Linghai can be successfully repaired, what are you going to do with the inner alchemy?"

Meng Qi hesitated and said nothing.

"Netherworld Thorn and Stardust Stone." Li Che added: "We have both of these now. This is an opportunity for Meng Qiqi."

His tone became excited. For a medical practitioner, it would definitely be something to look forward to if he could encounter a situation like Yan Xuan's and if he could be cured.

"Find a way to get the Netherworld Thorn first." Meng Qi said, thinking for a moment.

She reached out and touched her storage bag, holding the medicine knife horizontally in her hand.

"Do you have any idea?" Li Che followed her curiously to see what she was going to do.

"Well, I'll give it a try." She said, leaning over and starting to draw on the ground.

"Hehehehe." The sword cultivator in black who was sitting on the cliff suddenly said, "She is going to use the magic circle."

"Hmm." The woman in red walked quickly to his side and looked with him towards the distance where Meng Qi and Li Che were.

The mountain breeze blew, and she tucked a strand of messed up hair behind her ears, raising the corners of her lips slightly.

"I'm not surprised that she can think of using a magic circle." Black-clothed Sword straightened one of his legs, and the lazy smile on his face became wider. "After all, she studied under a famous master, and she is quite talented in this field."

"It's a pity..." He shook his head, his tone sounded quite regretful, but the smile on his face remained unabated, and his eyes even flashed a little coldly, "It's a pity that her cultivation level is low and she wants to control the magic circle.

To such a fine and subtle level, her spiritual consciousness and cultivation are still unable to achieve it."

"Ha." The white-haired man suddenly sneered.

"Why are you laughing?" The black-clothed swordsman turned to glance at him, quite dissatisfied, "Am I right? If she has been distracted from cultivation now, there is still a glimmer of hope in this game. But.

She is a Nascent Soul... a Nascent Soul cultivator, even if her consciousness is indeed powerful, so what if she is the top among the Nascent Soul?"

The sword cultivator in black smiled and gloated: "Could it be that she can split herself in half, one half to control the magic circle, and the other half to cure illnesses and save people?"

"There are several schools of cultivators. When it comes to combat prowess, sword cultivation, formation cultivation, etc. are naturally superior to medical cultivation." The white-haired man said in a calm tone, "But don't forget that Wakarin's spiritual consciousness and medical cultivation have always been outstanding."

"So what? She is a Nascent Soul cultivator. No matter how strong her spiritual consciousness is, can she still be able to become two souls like a Divination cultivator?"

"Besides, medical spiritual awareness is indeed stronger than other schools, but it's not to the point where it can directly erase a large realm."

"They don't dare to get their hands on the Netherworld Thorns, so they can only use the magic circle to control the puppet to pick out the Netherworld Thorns. The Netherworld Thorns will wither very quickly after being removed, and all their medicinal properties will be lost. Not to mention the Stardust Stone."

The black-clothed swordsman smiled a little gloatingly, and the bent leg also hung down, swaying on the edge of the cliff.

The mountain breeze lifted his robe, and he continued: "Could it be that her consciousness is strong enough to separate another strand and control the puppet to get the stardust stone?"

"That's the Styx!" The swordsman in black put his hands behind his head, raised his head to look at the white-haired man, and finally came to the conclusion, "Her cultivation level is low, what a pity."

The black-clothed sword cultivator continued: "If she has already cultivated the spirit of distraction and can transform her consciousness into many, which wisp should be taken? Take the Nether Thorn, take one wisp, take the Stardust Stone, and leave the rest.

Can one ray still go away? Heal Yan Xuan. Tsk... That is really a rare occasion. What a pity, what a pity."

He sat with his legs bent, his feet dangling in the wind on the edge of the cliff, his eyes slightly narrowed, and he said with gloating: "It's a pity that he is just a little Nascent Soul."

"Humph." The white-haired man snorted and did not argue with him, as if it was a meaningless thing.

They were just like the woman in red who never spoke, staring into the distance.

After a while, the white-haired man slowly said, "You don't understand."

His tone became a little lower: "At the beginning, didn't we all think that Xiaoyan couldn't do it?"

When the black-haired swordsman heard the words "You don't understand", he subconsciously opened his mouth to refute.

But after hearing the name "Xiao Yan", he shut his mouth again.

He snorted softly, obviously speaking to the man. He was still quite unconvinced, but this time he said nothing.

"Okay." The female Xiu in red glared at the two of them, "You two, please stop arguing."

She said: "We have been trapped here for many years. What has become of the outside world? We can only know it through cultivators who come in every ten years. Tens of thousands of years have passed, and the outside world has been turned upside down.

.Don’t say anything else..."

The woman in red Xiu pondered for a moment, then said slowly: "Have you ever seen the current demon king's strength and talent before?"

The black-clothed swordsman seemed to want to refute. He had already opened his mouth, but finally closed it tightly.

He hummed softly, bent one leg, and stretched the other leg out of the cliff, swaying.

After a while like this, he said lazily: "You are such a strange person. Even if it has passed, so what if ten thousand years have passed? The spiritual energy of the three realms has declined. Didn't we already have it thousands of years ago?

See? If that demon king was born ten thousand years ago, he would be a real genius. He is the kind of real genius whose reputation can spread throughout the three realms, and may be one step away from the great road and ascension. "

"Geniuses will eventually emerge from the Three Realms." The woman in red Xiu said firmly.

"What's left after being inherited by all the schools in the three realms?" The black-clothed sword cultivator said unconvinced, "You have also seen that in the past ten thousand years, the cultivators who have been able to enter the Shijue Mountain are not as good as once.

At the beginning of this year, there are still people who can make our eyes shine. Nine thousand years ago, there were also geniuses that I could admire. Even seven thousand years ago, there were still some talents who could shine a little bit occasionally.

Eye performance..."

The black-clothed swordsman suddenly laughed out loud when he said this, and said: "After that, there were more and more fierce intrigues and intrigues. Because after leaving here, I no longer remember what happened, so I became more and more angry.

The unscrupulous Dao is struggling, but they actually lost their original intention at the beginning. The Dao's heart is not strong, the Dao's heart is dusty, and the Dao's heart is lost..."

The more he spoke, the lower his voice became, and even the lazy smile that had always been on his lips had been lost.

The mountain wind roared past, ruffling the black-clothed sword cultivator's hair, and seemed to sweep away his voice as well.

After a long time, he slowly said: "This happens year after year, round after round, until now..."

As he spoke, he turned to look at the female cultivator in red and the white-haired medical cultivator, and said, "I don't even know what we are waiting for here and what we are expecting. After all, you also know.

?,These people, they?are still the best selected by each major sect."

He didn't wait for the female Xiu in red to speak, and rushed to say: "The demon king is indeed a genius, and the battle for the demon king's order is indeed better than in the past thousands of years. Look... but so what?"

"Don't forget..." The white-haired man who had never spoken suddenly said slowly: "This is the third time in tens of thousands of years that the Seven Emotions Formation has appeared."

He paused and then said slowly: "The first two times were both in ancient times. Only this time, after the ancient inheritance was cut off, the Seven Emotions Formation was reopened."

The swordsman in black opened his mouth, then closed it again.

He suddenly turned his head to look at that person, a strange light flashed in his eyes.

He opened his mouth again, then closed it slumped.

Seeing his appearance, the white-haired medical cultivator slowly raised the corners of his lips, revealing a slightly proud smile.

"Okay, okay!" The black-clothed swordsman waved his hand and said impatiently: "What if the Seven Emotions Formation is reopened? What? Only if they can really break through the Seven Emotions Formation is their ability.

"

"I think they can." The white-haired medical practitioner said firmly.

His smile has faded, but his eyes are deeper and brighter than before.

"I even think..." He murmured: "We may have been wrong in the past..."

"Wrong?!" The black-clothed swordsman suddenly jumped up.

With his back straight, he stood in front of the white-haired medical practitioner. He was actually very tall, and when he stood up straight, he was even taller than the white-haired medical practitioner.

"What did we do wrong?" He snorted again as he spoke, seeming to be dissatisfied, "Do you mean? Or did we do something wrong, and are these people right?"

"I don't know?..." The white-haired medical practitioner slowly shook his head and murmured: "Back then..."

He seemed to remember what happened many years ago, and his expression became a little dazed, and his eyes looked towards an extremely distant place: "Do you still remember what happened back then?"

The black-clothed sword cultivator's face darkened and instantly became extremely ugly?

The female cultivator in red looked at the white-haired doctor, and then at the sword cultivator in black, and said, "What do you mean..."

"Back then, the three of us were willing to retreat here. Do you still remember why?"

"Of course I remember." The swordsman in black turned his head reluctantly, "But what does that have to do with what happened today?"

"Sword cultivator, law cultivator, medical cultivator..." The white-haired medical cultivator said slowly: "The three of us retreated to Shijue Mountain, and the inheritance of the three major schools has been preserved since then. However, the formation cultivator..."

He paused for a moment before continuing: "It was split into two. The Ji family redefined the boundaries of the Three Realms and entered the Demon Realm, never to see the light of day again, preserving the last inheritance of the formation cultivators. The rest of the formation cultivators?

, then sacrifice all your inheritance and cultivation to protect the three realms from collapse."

The black-clothed sword cultivator remained silent, his head that had been held high slowly lowered, and there was a trace of sadness in his eyes.

"Among them are some of our relatives and friends, and some..."

He looked at the sword cultivator in black and did not continue.

"Why don't you continue talking??!" The black-clothed swordsman continued instead? "Qingmei also fell like this that day."

He said angrily: "It's because there are so many cultivators who are about to attain enlightenment, ascend to immortality, and become immortal from now on. But they are willing to work for these three realms.

This world of cultivation has fallen! It’s because of this... just because of..."

The swordsman in black lowered his head lower.

In a moment, a few crystal drops of water slid down his bronze skin and fell into the wind.
To be continued...