C104

On the second day, Murong Ling withdrew her Ghost Vine and saw a few corpses of small beasts at the entrance of the cave. On the road, there were still a series of footprints of large beasts left behind.

Having won the first battle, Murong Ling was very satisfied with the defensive abilities of the Ghost Vine.

She was in a good mood as she looked at Li Cangmin, "Let's go."

Li Cangmin did not follow her, but instead walked towards the direction of the Wintry Spring, "Wait, before I leave, I need to go gather some things."

Because the day before yesterday, when the cliff had collapsed, the surroundings of the cold pond had been a mess. Li Cangmin didn't care about it at all. He glanced at Murong Ling, turned around and jumped into the cold pond that was as calm as ever, and instantly sank down.

Murong Ling picked a large rock and sat down, looking at the cold aura spiralling upwards above the cold pond, it was extremely hazy. After six hours, when the sun hung high in the sky at noon, the fog in the center of the lake had become even denser, and gradually spread outwards.

Threads of dense cold air seeped into his body, Murong Ling trembled from the cold and immediately activated her cultivation technique, causing his body to gradually warm up. After waiting for another two hours, there was still no movement from the lake surface. Unable to sit still any longer, she also jumped into the lake.

Murong Ling closed her breath and sank, it became colder and colder, and her eyebrows were even covered in a layer of frost. Just as she was unable to hold on any longer, her body seemed to come across a layer of transparent obstruction.

Without layer upon layer of lakewater, her feet were firmly planted on the ground. The space above her head was also sealed, and there were no traces of lakewater, as if she had already arrived at another space.

Murong Ling had already understood the wonders of this world. She was no longer surprised by the techniques of cultivators, but instead observed her surroundings carefully.

It was a long and dark corridor. Walking down, he saw a small residence. There were a few pieces of furniture inside the residence. It was very simple and crude, without even a bed.

This room was completely devoid of life, it looked like no one lived inside, but when Murong Ling wiped the table, there was not a single speck of dust, and after carefully looking around, she could not find any traces of the mechanism, finally, she set her gaze on the bookshelf.

She carefully picked up the book without making the slightest movement. Lowering her head, she saw the large words《 The Elementary Training》 reflected in her eyes.

So this was where the cultivators would hide.

Murong Ling was overjoyed. She then looked at the other books on the bookshelf, < Classification of Spirit Grasses >, < Encyclopedia of Demon Beasts >, < < < Four Seas and Eight Desolations > >, < The Travelling of Earth >. Wait, wait, these were all the cultivators' basic knowledge. To Murong Ling, who was in a dark state, these books were no different from immortal books. As long as she finished reading them, bluffing the Ghost Vine would not be a problem.

She put the book back on the shelf. It wouldn't be too late to find the Prince Qin and read it with him. Strangely, there was no trace of him along the way. Could it be that there was another passage?

"Is anyone there? Senior? Is anyone there? "

After shouting a few times, no one replied. Just as Murong Ling was about to give up, an aged male voice suddenly sounded out, "Who are you, to actually disturb my peace and quiet."

Murong Ling turned to look and saw a painting appear out of nowhere in the middle of the room. The image was of a ruddy haired old man wearing a white robe, with the sleeves fluttering in the wind, looking very saintly.

Although it was just an illusion, Murong Ling could still feel the pressure from his body. With the Ghost Vine's experience before, she understood that this was a suppression on cultivation, and this person was even stronger than the Ghost Vine.

Ghost Vine s were already a set of Infant Phase, so how could this person be higher?

Murong Ling pursed her lips: "It is junior's fault to disturb Senior's cultivation, but junior has something to ask, I wonder if Senior can see a man enter this place?"

"Who is he to you?"

The old man suddenly asked. Murong Ling raised her head in surprise, and looked at the imposing gaze of the old man, her heart stopping for a moment. After hesitating for a while, she finally opened her mouth, "Friend."

Boom! *

The old man's eyes narrowed, causing Murong Ling's heart to palpitate. Before he could even react, he was sent flying by a huge force, heavily smashing onto the bookshelf. His internal organs burned, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

She was shocked and angry at the same time. She looked straight at the old man. This junior has asked himself why he didn't offend you, and why did you hurt me! "

The old man's eyes turned cold, "Ungrateful feelings, you should be killed!"

She waved her hand, and a surge of spirit energy surged towards her. Murong Ling was enraged, she gathered his spirit energy to form a thick tortoise shield in front of him, causing his spirit energy to collide with her. In the blink of an eye, the opponent had broken through her defense and sent her flying once again.

She was currently only at the sixth level of the Natal Refinement Realm and was not the match of that old demon who had lived for so long without knowing the passage of time.

"Oh, it's actually a wood type Heavenly Spirit Root." The old man's calm and emotionless voice finally contained some surprise, and looking at her appearance, it felt even more familiar. He extended his hand and grabbed the person in front of him, and upon closer inspection, he looked exactly the same as the Girl in his memory.

"Who is Murong Ningyuan to you?"

Murong Ling swallowed her blood and laughed coldly, "I don't."

"Impudent! Aren't you afraid that This Sovereign will kill you?"

The old man was angered by her attitude and was about to attack again, but not only was Murong Ling not afraid, he revealed a profound smile. With lightning speed, he grabbed the portrait behind him and leaped out of his restraints.

"Don't move, or I'll destroy it!"

The old man's hand was raised into the air, his expression did not change, but his eyes were filled with rage, "Female Child, you think you can control me with just a painting?"

Murong Ling leaned on the bookshelf, unconcernedly fiddling with the scroll in her hand, secretly adjusting her internal injuries, her face carrying a smile, and pretended to be surprised: "Senior, why do you say that, how does this junior dare to control Senior, it's just that I want to take a look at the beautiful picture, and that's all."

Looking at the fox-like smile on her face, the old man realized that he had been tricked. If she had only suspected it at first, it would have become a certainty after he had spoken of control.

He did not expect that a dignified Divine Division Supreme Elder would actually fall into the hands of a silly little girl. He asked in frustration, "How do you know the mystery behind this painting?"

Since she had asked, it meant that she had made the right choice.

Murong Ling arrogantly got down from the ground, rolled up the painting and knocked it on the table. Seeing that the image in front of him was swaying a little, her lips curled up, and she finally released her resentment from being suppressed.

"Very simple. Two reasons." She held out two fingers. "First, there was no painting in the house, it came with you, and you didn't leave the painting even half a step when you made your move. Secondly, with your cultivation level, killing me is as easy as turning my hand. However, the reason why you attacked me again and again is only to injure me severely. It means that you are just bluffing, outwardly strong but inwardly weak. "

The old man's expression became uglier and uglier. Murong Ling smiled in schadenfreude as she spoke word by word, "That's why I say, geezer, you are actually already dead. This painting is your place of refuge right?"