After Zhang Heng left Tianyu Pavilion, he did not dare to stay for a long time. His figure quickly disappeared into the crowd and quickly went to the castle outsider.

After about half an incense stick, Zhang Heng's figure soon appeared outside the Dutian Castle.

Stepping on the spiritual weapon to control the air, he turned around and looked at the Dutian Castle that looked like a prehistoric giant beast.

It was not until this moment that Zhang Heng felt a little relieved. It was impossible for those monks in the early stage of foundation building to say that he was not nervous.

The turn he pretended to be mysterious before leaving was just to make the monks in the Foundation Establishment stage feel a little afraid of him and thus dare not continue to attack him.

With his current strength, he cannot compete with the monks in the early stage of foundation building. At most, he can only save his life in front of the opponent, unless he can refine the fire of the void and exert the true power of the spiritual weapon.

The spiritual weapon under his feet emitted a slight trembling sound, and a faint silver light flowed on its surface. Zhang Heng broke away from the cliff mountain where Dutian Castle was located at a speed far beyond that of an ordinary Qi Refining Cultivator.

After leaving Jueya Mountain for more than ten miles, Zhang Heng did not fly towards Fang Yun Mountain, but kept observing the surrounding mountains with his eyes.

Soon, he discovered a mountain not far away, like a guide to the road of immortals. This mountain is only shorter than the cliff mountain in the nearby mountains.

Zhang Heng drove his spiritual weapon and flew quickly to the top of the mountain.

Before it landed on the ground, a pleasant sound came from beside a huge rock on the top of the mountain.

Zhang Heng looked sideways and saw Luo Ningxue wearing a snow-white skirt robe, pretty next to the huge stone. In front of the entire huge stone, her figure seemed very small, but from a distance, it seemed that she was the protagonist around her. The calm and peaceful aura made people dare not have any indignation towards her.

From the spiritual weapon, Zhang Heng and Luo Ningxue kept a distance of four or five feet, and looked at the proud daughter of heaven on Fang Yun Mountain with plain eyes.

"I wonder what happened to Junior Sister Luo here to ask me for a date? There seems to be no relationship between us."

When he met Luo Ningxue in the bustling street of Dutian Castle, Zhang Heng was puzzled by her sudden approaching her. Later he realized that the other party did this just to facilitate the transmission of voice to his spiritual sense.

In other words, Luo Ningxue's spiritual consciousness can actually leave the body. Although his spiritual consciousness is far inferior to Zhang Heng, he is also close to the great perfection stage of the Qi Refining Stage.

Among the monks Zhang Heng encountered, the strength of three people cannot be measured by their own cultivation.

The first one is Wu Ling, who was mysteriously hidden in Fang Yunshan. Even now, Zhang Heng has not yet figured out his background. The second one is Zhao Rui, who has just separated from him. This guy can cast a spell comparable to the third level, which is naturally very perverted.

The last fairy Luo who belongs to him has some ability that seems to be able to see through the human heart, and his spiritual consciousness can even leave the body at this moment.

Compared with Wu Ling and Zhao Rui, Luo Ningxue may be a little weaker, but it should not be underestimated.

Luo Ningxue stared at Zhang Heng quietly for a moment, opened her jade lips lightly, and finally spit out a word: "Do you know this female monk Ning Xuerong?"

Zhang Heng was extremely surprised. The other party suddenly suggested what intentions did Ning Xuerong, a female cultivator who turned into a snow lotus not long ago?

Could it be that she and Ning Xuerong are very familiar with each other and have doubts about herself after Ning Xuerong disappeared?

On the surface, Zhang Heng smiled and said, "Junior Sister Ning is an inner monk in this sect. Although Tang doesn't have much contact with her, he won't know her."

Luo Ningxue carefully observed Zhang Heng's expression with bright eyes and found that the other party did not have any abnormal expression.

After standing there for a moment, an extremely secret magic fluctuation flowed from Luo Ningxue's body.

Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows lightly and said in a distant tone: "Junior Sister Luo, if nothing is wrong, I will leave, Tang."

"You are lying." Luo Ningxue's orchid-like eyes were staring at Zhang Heng tightly, and her eyes fell on Zhang Heng's storage bag again.

Only then did Zhang Heng realize that the other party had just used some unknown spell to detect himself. If he was an ordinary cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage, it would be difficult to find this faint magic fluctuation, but there was no way to hide in front of Zhang Heng.

"Haha, it is his own freedom to tell whether to lie or not. Do you still need Junior Sister Luo to restrain him?" Zhang Heng's body gradually tensed, like a leopard ready to explode at any time.

In addition, he also used his spiritual sense to observe the other party's every move.

"I need something in Senior Brother Tang's storage bag." Luo Ningxue made her request in a faint tone, as if she was not worried that Zhang Heng would reject her.

Zhang Heng's heart moved. The other party mentioned Ning Xuerong at the beginning, and now he said he wanted something in his storage bag.

Zhang Heng quickly guessed what the other party wanted to have in his storage bag.

"This is what you want, right?"

Zhang Heng pointed his fingers gently on the storage bag, and a white and crystal snow lotus lay quietly on his hands, with a faint cold meaning floating in the air.

The moment Zhang Heng took out this object, a trace of color bloomed in Luo Ningxue's plain and quiet eyes. She nodded repeatedly: "It's this object. Please give me this object to Ningxue. Ningxue will definitely be rewarded."

Zhang Heng was slightly surprised. Does this snow lotus have any unknown value? Even Fairy Luo, who has always been indifferent to the world, developed a greed.

At this moment, a trembling mental fluctuation came from the snow lotus, and Zhang Heng suddenly felt a hint of fear coming from the snow lotus.

The spotless snow-white petals touched Zhang Heng's palm, as if trying their best to persuade Zhang Heng not to hand him over to Luo Ningxue.

Zhang Heng slightly held the snow lotus into the storage bag, and sneered: "I don't know what Junior Sister Luo wants to exchange this snow lotus with Tang."

Luo Ningxue's beautiful figure slowly came towards Zhang Heng, and the sound of nature came to Zhang Heng's ears: "As long as Senior Brother Tang is willing to hand over this snow lotus to me, Ningxue can agree to you any request."

This sentence contains some undetectable temptation, which makes Zhang Heng slightly lost his mind for a moment.

Zhang Heng pretended to be obsessed and looked blankly at Luo Ningxue's angel-like quiet jade face: "Can you be my double Taoist couple?"

A trace of disgust flashed in Luo Ningxue's plain eyes, and the special voice with a charming feeling continued to be transmitted to Zhang Heng: "Leave the snow lotus to me, my junior sister can agree to you in anything..."

She slowly approached Zhang Heng, who was in the midst of illusion and obsession, and soon walked to a place less than ten feet away from Zhang Heng.

"If the junior sister can play a undressing show in front of Tang, I will give this snow lotus to you." Zhang Heng's demented face was filled with a few illuminating banter.

"Tait out the clothes?" Luo Ningxue's beautiful face was slightly stunned.

Of course she didn't understand the true meaning of the three words "undressing show", but she could still guess one or two of them from the two words decorating.

A hint of shame and anger flashed in his bright eyes, and a faint red cloud was applied to his snow-white porcelain-like cheeks.

Suddenly, she seemed to understand something, and the strange color in her eyes flashed and her body retreated repeatedly.

"Haha, it's too late!"

The demented expression on Zhang Heng's face disappeared in an instant, replaced by a faint sarcasm. His figure turned into a phantom and suddenly pounced on Luo Ningxue.

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Heng rushed to Luo Ningxue's face.

Ning Xuerong's slender jade hand had just reached to the spiritual weapon Piaoyun belt around her waist, and the tip of the Wuling Sword had already pressed against her snow-white jade neck.

Her face changed, and she was about to use the magic power in her body.

At this moment, Zhang Heng's other hand was also moving like lightning, and his palm, which was flowing with a faint silver light, sealed it on Luo Ningxue's left shoulder.

The extremely powerful Void Refining Spiritual Aura sealed the magic power that was about to be moved in her body in an instant.

With just one breath, Zhang Heng subdued Fairy Luo, who was like a goddess in the hearts of other male monks in Fang Yunshan.
Chapter completed!