Chapter 707 Restriction
Mingrong's face was filled with horror as he used his spiritual consciousness to investigate, not daring to miss any detail from the internal organs to the meridians. After a while, he saw a small sword filled with red fire light floating up and down above his dantian, but it looked like it was not stable for the time being. What kind of danger would it look like?
But instead of making Mingrong feel at ease, this made him even more frightened.
His face turned pale for a moment, and he knew that this little sword must be the restraint placed on him by Ye Chunyang. From then on, his fate was in the hands of the other party.
Mingrong never dreamed that Ye Chunyang was also a master in the late stage of magic, and his strength was far superior to him. Looking back at the other party calling him master a moment ago, but now he had to obey the other party's orders, Mingrong felt extremely regretful and regretful. This person should not have been brought from Su Qin's place.
Isn’t this sending yourself to a dead end?
"Now we can talk."
Ye Chunyang put away his magic power, sat cross-legged on the futon, and looked at Mingrong with a half-smile.
This person stood aside with a look of fear on his face, not knowing whether to stand or sit down, and his heart was full of uneasiness.
"Don't worry, I, Ye Chunyang, have always had a clear distinction between grudges and grudges. Although you wanted to kill me to silence me, you have treated me well in the past ten days since I started. Since I said I will not take your life, I will never break my promise. The restriction left in your body I just want you to calm down so you can help me complete some things."
Ye Chunyang's expression was calm, no longer the honest and upright person he had been in recent days, showing his majestic aura.
Feeling the change in Ye Chunyang's aura, Mingrong was trembling in fear and dared not even speak.
Ye Chunyang gave him an expressionless look, leaving this person behind so that he could successfully enter the advanced stage of pill formation in the Arctic Ice Pond, and naturally he would not kill him at this juncture.
After a while of silence, Ye Chunyang said: "What is the origin of the man in black just now? How could he be hiding in your cave?"
Mingrong's body stiffened for a moment, hesitation flashed across his face, and he said, "Is this Lu Qingyuan you are talking about, fellow Taoist? I don't have much friendship with him, and I don't know much about him."
"Oh, then tell me what you know." Ye Chunyang said indifferently.
Although the man in black with the surname of Lu was already dead, Ye Chunyang felt that the man's martial arts aura was a bit strange when they fought, and it gave him a vague sense of familiarity, so he was still a little curious about his identity.
Ming Rong secretly smiled bitterly, but after hearing Ye Chunyang's words, he did not dare to be negligent and said hurriedly: "I met Lu Qingyuan by chance when I went out for a few years ago. Probably this person felt that I had some research on the formation method, so I He gave me the method of setting up the Lingxu Formation as a condition for joining our sect. It was also my fault that I was obsessed with it at the time and agreed to his request out of my love for all kinds of formations. That’s why he was able to join Feixian Sect. Hidden to this day.”
"So, he wants to use Feixianmen's Xuanhan Qi to form elixirs." Ye Chunyang touched his chin and sneered.
"Exactly." Mingrong nodded solemnly, "I don't know much about this person's origin. I only know that he seems to be from the four major demon sects in central Dongzhou, but I don't know which lineage he belongs to. Got it.”
"Four major demon sects? No wonder his martial arts aura is so familiar." Ye Chunyang couldn't help being startled when he heard this, and then suddenly realized.
Only disciples of the four major demon sects could have such a gloomy and eerie aura. He should have thought of it a long time ago.
As he pondered in his heart, he turned his head and looked at a place beside him, then he picked it up with his fingers, and the Qiankun bag of the man in black with the surname Lu flew into his hand.
Ye Chunyang glanced at it, and the seal at the mouth of the bag opened silently, and his spiritual consciousness penetrated it easily.
This move almost scared Mingrong next to him to death.
After all, Lu Qingyuan is also a master in the late stage of magic, so it’s just a matter of being beaten into a meat pie by his punch. Only he can break the seal of the Qiankun Bag. Ye Chunyang can break the seal with just one look. What a powerful god at this time. knowledge?
Ming Rong was extremely frightened for a moment. They were both in the late stage of magic power, and there was probably a huge distance between him and Ye Chunyang.
Ye Chunyang ignored him, and after scanning Lu Qingyuan's Qiankun bag for a moment, he suddenly let out a light sigh and took out a strange-looking iron piece.
"I didn't expect this evil cultivator to have such a thing?"
Looking at this object, a strange color flashed in Ye Chunyang's eyes, but it disappeared immediately, and his face returned to normal.
Seeing his strange appearance, Mingrong felt secretly surprised, but he did not dare to say a word and just stood aside obediently, looking extremely respectful.
Ye Chunyang looked at Lu Qingyuan's Qiankun bag a few more times, his face changed slightly, he was a little shocked and a little confused. Finally, he put it away without saying a word.
Then he looked at Mingrong, thought for a moment and then said: "You just said that the evil cultivator came for the Xuanhan Qi, so it seems that you have a way to bring him into the Arctic Ice Pond?"
Mingrong's heart moved when he heard this, and he looked at Ye Chunyang with a slightly complicated look.
If you can ask this question, and coupled with his late-stage cultivation of magic power, I am afraid that the purpose of coming to Feixianmen is probably the same as Lu Qingyuan, and they are all here for the mysterious cold energy in the Arctic ice pond.
With such a guess, Ming Rong became even more chilled, and he replied tremblingly: "To be honest, I didn't have any special means to bring Lu Qingyuan into the Arctic Ice Pond. At that time, it was actually due to my attack on the Lingxu Formation. Because of greed, I took the risk and agreed to him. "
Mingrong smiled bitterly.
Ye Chunyang frowned, his expression turned cold, and said, "It seems that fellow Taoist Ming thinks Ye is easy to fool, right?"
With a light "hiss" sound, a layer of fire spread over Mingrong's body without warning. In an instant, a burning pain came from his dantian. The red sword hidden in his body was gradually enlarged, as if it was ready to chop him into ashes at any time.
"Fellow Daoist, spare my life! Everything I said is true, and I would never dare to deceive you!" A huge fear enveloped Mingrong's heart. He couldn't help but kneel down with a plop, and said to Ye Chunyang with a sad face: "At that time, I only thought of the formation method of the Lingxu Formation obtained from Lu Qingyuan, and never thought of anything else. But later I did think of a feasible method, which might be able to deceive the world."
Ye Chunyang raised his eyebrows: "What method is it? Tell me?"
Feeling the breath of death emanating from the small sword in his body, Mingrong's face was full of fear, and he hurriedly said: "This method I have mentioned to fellow Daoist, it is the selection meeting of the five veins true disciples in the near future!"
"What do you mean?" Ye Chunyang's face was slightly cold, but he did not stop activating the forbidden formula.
"This matter couldn't be simpler. In a few months, it will be the 100-year period for condensing the mysterious cold energy. At that time, in addition to the five-veined immortals, the disciples who won the selection meeting can also enter the Arctic Ice Pool. I want to use this opportunity to let Lu Qingyuan stand out in the meeting." Ming Rong said with cold sweat.
"What a joke, your sect's two Jindan elders are not ordinary people. If you arrange this person to mix in with the disciples, how can you hide it?" Ye Chunyang sneered.
Ming Rong's face changed for a moment, and said: "Daoyou, this evil cultivator of the demon sect has practiced some strange skills. He has a very deep attainment in the collection of the way. Even Jindan cultivators may not be able to detect him."
Ye Chunyang secretly said, "Sure enough, this person can lurk in Feixianmen for several years without being discovered, which shows that the skills he practiced are indeed tricky. However, he had expected this and was not surprised.
After a moment of silence, he continued to ask: "Are there no other ways besides this?"
Ye Chunyang had already planned to pass himself off as a disciple, but this method has certain risks after all. It would be best if he could get other methods out of Mingrong.
Mingrong shook his head and said: "Only the two elders know how to open the Arctic Ice Pond restriction. They will only open it together after the formation of the mysterious cold energy every hundred years. No one can break into it alone. Therefore, except for the five veins immortals, others can only pretend to be disciples to enter. Therefore, the immortals of each vein have always been strict in accepting disciples, in order to prevent someone from taking the opportunity to sneak in."
At this point, Mingrong couldn't help but secretly glance at Ye Chunyang. This person probably hid his cultivation and went up the mountain for this purpose!
However, in comparison, Ye Chunyang is probably many times more powerful than the black-clothed man named Lu. He didn't reveal any aura at all, and he couldn't sense it at all after multiple contacts.
After hearing Mingrong's words, Ye Chunyang frowned secretly. It seems that he may have to continue to disguise his identity as a disciple.
Looking at Mingrong, Ye Chunyang said, "It seems that you can guess the purpose of my coming here. In this case, you and I will still be the master and apprentice in the future. When the selection meeting is held, I will participate as your disciple. I don't need to say more about what to do, right?"
Mingrong's expression froze, and he kept saying that he didn't dare.
Just kidding, ten of such a powerful person might not be qualified to call themselves the master in front of him.
Ye Chunyang waved his hand without comment. In fact, if it weren't for the situation today, he didn't want to reveal his identity too early. Now that Mingrong knew his strength, he thought that the other party would not dare to have any bad intentions.
"Let's just pretend that what happened today never happened. I will watch you." Ye Chunyang took a last look at Mingrong, chuckled, and walked towards the door.
Mingrong's face was ashen, and he hunched over and didn't dare to say a word.
When Ye Chunyang's back disappeared outside the attic, his smile slowly withdrew, and he sat on the ground with weakness.
"Who is this person? He is obviously in the late stage of magic power, but he can kill Lu Qingyuan with his bare hands. My magic circle is useless in front of him." Recalling the scene just now, Ming Rong's hands and feet were cold.
Through a fight, he clearly felt that although Ye Chunyang had not yet formed a pill, his strength was not inferior to that of a Jindan cultivator. He had no power to resist him.
Thinking of this, he probed the restriction left by Ye Chunyang again, and urged his magic power to try to refine it, but he could not eliminate the red sword no matter what.
After many unsuccessful attempts, Ming Rong's face was ashen, and his heart was full of horror.