Jin Bingyun was asked by Li Chimei to come to the Shuiyue Faction to see what was going on. Before she got close, she saw two figures sneaking out. Seeing the familiar figures, she couldn't help but be startled, "It's them?"
So she followed them quietly. Worried that she would be discovered, she didn't dare to get too close. Along the way, she circulated her internal energy throughout her body and slowed down her breathing for fear of making any movement.
On the other side, Song Qingshu felt the soft and bouncy body next to him and couldn't help but say, "Hierarch, you are too close to me."
"It's mainly to make Scarlet Serpent Deity angry." Dan Yuru smiled and naturally let go of his arm.
Song QingShu thought that he would have a lot of trouble in the future, but when he thought about how he didn't have a good impression of Li Mochou, he decided not to worry about it. "This time, I still have to thank Cult Leader. I have been busy these days and haven't had the time to thank you."
Dan Yuru looked at him with a hidden bitterness. "You call me Hierarch. You are treating me like an outsider."
Song Qingshu smiled. "Then I will call you Miss Dan from now on."
Dan Yuru was still not satisfied. This form of address was too distant. But she was careful to not make him uncomfortable, so she didn't show anything. "You don't have to thank me, Master. This time, it was mainly to save Guo Jing. I was just helping from the side. What's more, you have saved my life, so I naturally have to repay you. "
Song Qingshu chatted with her for a while and then said, "This time, I'm afraid I will have to trouble you to make the hang glider." Making the hang glider required tools, materials, and manpower. Right now, he naturally couldn't use as many people as the Tianming Sect.
"Of course, but I hope you can teach me how to do it." Dan Yuru was also full of curiosity. What kind of magic kite that could let people fly in the sky was?
Along the way, Song Qingshu explained to her the general appearance of the hang glider and how to make it. When they finally arrived outside the Devil's Palace, Dan Yuru stamped her feet and said, "I am eager to try it. I have to go back and find the materials to try it."
Song Qingshu was stunned. "Aren't you going in?"
Dan Yuru shook her head. "Pang Ban and I belong to the same Sacred Sect. Although our cultivation techniques are different, we are more or less related. If I were to enter the Demon Master's Palace, it would be easy for Pang Ban to sense it. That would implicate you instead. This time, I mainly brought you here."
Song Qingshu knew that the Three Sects and Six Schools of the Demon Sect had a deep relationship, so he did not make things difficult for him. "Alright, go back and try to make a glider. If there are any problems, communicate with me in time. I'll go in and check it out first." Although he was injured, Princess Yalun had been meticulously helping him heal. Although he hadn't fully recovered, he could still protect himself.
"Be careful." After Dan Yuru told him, she used her Lightness Skill and disappeared into the night.
Only then did Song Qingshu begin to size up the Demon's Palace not far away. The Demon's Palace was black in color, and under the cover of the night sky, it gave off a mysterious and strange feeling.
From afar, he saw a tall tower rising from the ground. It was said that many masters of the Demon's Palace would go to the top of the tower to observe the stars and meditate at night to help themselves achieve a breakthrough in their cultivation.
"I hope I'm not so unlucky as to encounter Pang Ban meditating inside today." Song Qingshu did not want to raise flags, but it was indeed a possibility.
However, he remembered that Pang Ban was injured and should be recuperating in seclusion now. The probability of him appearing at the tower was not high. At most, there would be other masters of the Demon's Palace.
He quietly climbed over the walls of the Demon's Palace. The Demon's Palace was infamous, and most people avoided this place. Therefore, there were not as many guards as he imagined. However, there were not a single open or hidden guard. Fortunately, he had maxed out his Infiltration skill. Otherwise, he would have been discovered long ago.
Song Qingshu arrived at the bottom of the tower. There were two guards at the entrance of the tower. Their martial arts were not weak, but this was not a problem for him. He circled to the back, tapped his toes, and flew up.
After checking a few floors in a row, Song Qingshu could not help but frown. Every few floors in the tower, there were masters of the Demon's Palace meditating inside. It was fine if he was alone, but if he wanted to fly out with many people, it would be impossible to not alarm the people inside. Unless he could suppress the masters on every floor at the same time, but was this possible?
Song Qingshu observed the surrounding terrain from the top of the tower and recorded the changing of shifts of the Demon's Palace's open and hidden guards. Only then did he quietly leave.
However, just as he left the Demon's Palace, he stopped and looked at a shadowy corner with a vigilant expression.
"Your vigilance is too low. You didn't even know that you were being followed for so long." A tall figure walked out from the shadowy corner. His face was masked, but the familiar aura on his body still let people know that he was the Skyreach Shaman.
Song Qingshu's gaze fell on another beautiful figure. It turned out that there was a white figure standing in front of him. Jin Bingyun's shoulder was held by him and all the acupoints on her body were sealed. The longsword in her hand was only halfway out of its scabbard. One could totally imagine what had just happened.
"Miss Jin, are you that interested in me?" Song Qingshu maintained his distance from them and did not walk forward. Now that he was injured, it was better to be more vigilant when facing the Skyreach Shaman.
"The entire Helin City is looking for you. I didn't expect you to come to the Demon's Palace?" Jin Bingyun's clear voice had an additional trace of surprise. She had followed this figure because she felt that this figure was familiar. She did not know that the other party was actually Song Qingshu.
"The most dangerous place is also the safest place." Song Qingshu did not want to reveal his true hiding place. He pretended to be suspicious. "But shouldn't Miss be more concerned about your own situation now?"
Jin Bingyun twisted her body and tried to break free. Unfortunately, the other party's hand was like a mountain pressing down on her. She could not break free at all. "Who are you?"
Even though the other party had launched a sneak attack, she could not even draw her sword. This was too terrifying.
"Go to hell and ask the King of Hell." The Skyreach Shaman sneered. He exerted force in his hand and Jin Bingyun felt a terrifying chill. Every cell in her body was telling her that she was in extreme danger. But at this time, her acupoints were sealed and she could not resist at all.
Was this the feeling of being about to die? It seemed that I did not care about my life as much as I had always thought.
At this time, Jin Bingyun even had the mood to let her imagination run wild.
"Wait!" Song Qingshu hurriedly stopped him.
With Tongtian Shaman's level of cultivation, he could control his inner force as he pleased. He held it in his palm but did not release it. He looked at Meng Qi and sneered, "Why, are you still reluctant to use it?"
Song QingShu looked at him curiously. "Sometimes, I wonder if you're even a man. You killed such a beautiful woman just like that?"
Hearing him praise her beauty, Jin Bingyun blushed. She thought that this guy hated her. Every time he saw her, he would run away as if he had seen a ghost.
Tongtian Shaman snorted, "If I don't kill her like this, how else can I kill her? You won't learn from those perverts and do that first before killing her, right? If that's the case, I'll look down on you. "
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