Chen Xiang'er has accumulated a lot of credit for catching corruption and instigating rebellion in the past few years. She has many eyes and ears in northern Xinjiang. During this period, Ximen Feng has been contacting Jiedan monks everywhere to save Wang Mingren, so naturally he can't hide it from Chen Xiang'er.

Her feelings for Wang Mingren were very complicated. She wanted to kill Wang Mingren. When she learned that Wang Mingren was trapped in the Purple Fire Abyss, she was indeed very happy, but she soon couldn't be happy again. She imagined that if

If Wang Mingren dies, she will become very bored. After all, Ximen Feng still has a child to keep her company.

Over the years, she transferred her hatred for Wang Mingren to her work, turning her grief and anger into strength. She treated those disciples and enemies who made mistakes as Wang Mingren. Seeing their begging for mercy, she felt an unspeakable feeling in her heart.

Changkui, if Wang Mingren dies, who does she hate? Who does she love? She has lost the motivation to live.

She found that she hated Wang Mingren to the bone, and at the same time loved her to the bone. After Wang Mingren died, she could only be happy for a while, and the rest of her life was filled with endless emptiness. This was an extreme love.

"Why are you here? What do you want to do?"

Ximen Feng looked at Chen Xiang'er warily. Ximen Feng believed that Chen Xiang'er must have received the news and that this matter could not be hidden from her.

"I've been standing at the door for more than half an hour. Why don't you invite me to come in and sit for a while?"

Chen Xiang'er said with a half-smile.

Ximenfeng frowned. Wang Mingren was uncertain about his life or death, so she couldn't laugh.

"If you have nothing to do, just leave! We have nothing to say."

"Don't you want to save him? If you want to see him die, I don't have a problem with that."

Chen Xiang'er turned around and left. Before she could go far, Ximen Feng stopped her: "Wait a minute, come in and have a seat!"

Ximen Feng invited Chen Xiang'er into his residence and made tea for her.

"Do you really have a way to save your husband? As long as you can save your husband, you can ask for anything and I will try my best to satisfy you."

Ximen Feng bit her red lips and said in a deep voice.

"What? Aren't you afraid that I will harm him? You know, I am very stingy."

Chen Xiang'er laughed at himself and said with a smile.

Ximen Feng was silent for a while and then said: "I believe you hate him and want to kill us, but you will definitely not sit back and watch something happen to your husband. No matter what, you two should be husband and wife."

Chen Xiang'er sneered, took out a map, and said: "The space marked by the red dot is unstable. If there is a high-level monk fighting in the place where the red dot is, the aftermath of the fighting may trigger the ban, and maybe he will be released, but Hong

The marked place is very dangerous, and there are also fourth-level monsters. If you don't deal with it, your life will be at risk. Believe it or not, you have to figure it out yourself!"

After saying this, she stood up and left.

Ximen Feng looked at the map left by Chen Xiang'er and frowned.

Should we believe Chen Xiang'er? After all, she is Wang Mingren's ex-wife, and she might help Wang Mingren, but she has said a lot of harsh words. Who can guarantee that she is telling the truth? What if it is a trap!

Ximen Feng is not afraid of death, she is worried about Wang Changjie.

She pondered for a moment, put away the map, and walked out.

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South China Sea, Fire Dolphin Sea.

Feng Ping is a casual cultivator, and the life of a casual cultivator is not easy. In order to go further on the path to immortality, Feng Ping, who is in the Qi refining stage, joins the demon hunting team and goes to sea to hunt demon beasts.

He spent ten years trying to accumulate 50,000 spirit stones and prepared to bid for the Foundation Establishment Pill. However, he was attacked by a second-level monster on his way back. He fought his way out of the siege, but was seriously injured. In order to heal his injuries, he

Most of the 50,000 spiritual stones that I had saved up were used up.

The older he gets, the more difficult it is to build a foundation. Feng Ping thought twice and took the risk to kill a wealthy monk. He got a large amount of spiritual stones at the cost of breaking a hand. He relied on robbing to get the spiritual stones.

I bought two foundation-building pills and successfully entered the foundation-building period.

After tasting the sweetness of killing people and grabbing treasures, Feng Ping was no longer willing to go out to sea to hunt monsters. He planned to specialize in killing people and grabbing treasures, which would definitely attract the attention of big forces. For this reason, he gathered more than a dozen monks.

Use the so-called treasure map and inherited magic beads to kill the monks who come to hunt for treasures.

In order to improve efficiency, they cast a wide net and used various methods such as inherited magic beads and treasure treasure maps to mark three locations. The three locations were all located in an uninhabited sea area and were not far from each other for easy support.

Cast a wide net to catch more fish. Over the years, monks have fallen into the trap and died at Feng Ping's hands. Their number has slowly expanded. There are eight foundation-building monks and more than 20 Qi-refining monks. Their soldiers and horses are strong.

Of course, they have also encountered strong enemies and used formations to trap them and escape.

Feng Ping has reached the eighth level of foundation building, and he is preparing for the elixir formation. To this end, he has laid many traps, just to trap and kill more monks who are blinded by greed.

On a remote and uninhabited desert island, in a secret cave, Feng Ping was sitting cross-legged on a futon, meditating and practicing. A slight scream sounded, and he opened his eyes, which shone brightly.

"The fat sheep has arrived, and a monk has come to hunt for treasure."

He took out the interrogation disk, typed in a spell, and said excitedly: "Brothers, we are ready to work. Cheer up and get ready to work."

In an open area, Wang Xianbin and other dozen monks gathered together. Wang Xianbin held a topographic map in his hand.

Wang Yingjie presented a so-called treasure map, and Wang Xianbin encountered a bottleneck. He volunteered and took five foundation-building monks and ten Qi-refining monks to hunt for the treasure. After they left the Five Dragons Sea Area, they changed into casual clothes.

It's convenient.

According to the clan rules, if there is a treasure, the monk who hunts for the treasure will get 40%, the family will get 40%, and the individual who submits the treasure map will get 20%. If there are casualties, the family will handle the funeral affairs and provide pensions to the descendants.

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"It should be here. The ancient monk's cave should be in that cave."

Wang Xianbin pointed to a valley not far away and said, "There is no grass growing in the valley.

Wang Xianju released his spiritual consciousness and scanned the area several times, but found nothing.

At the entrance of the valley, more than thirty feet underground, there was a light yellow light curtain. Feng Ping and other eight foundation-building monks gathered inside the yellow light curtain. Their faces were full of excitement. This was not the first time they had done such a thing. As long as

If the enemy is trapped by the formation, he will definitely die.

"Seventeenth Brother, you bring half of your troops in, we will stay outside to provide support and be careful."

Wang Xianbing told a tall, thin young man in blue shirt that the location of the ancient monk's cave was particularly suitable for an ambush, and he had to be careful.

The young man in blue shirt responded and led two foundation-building monks and five Qi-refining monks towards the valley. They released three puppy puppet beasts and walked in front, and they followed behind.

As they walked into the valley, countless yellow mist surged from the ground and suddenly covered the valley.

"Not good, enemy attack."

Wang Xianbin's expression changed and he shouted loudly, his consciousness fully opened.

Almost at the same time, there was a muffled sound on the ground, and more than a dozen magical weapons flew out from the ground and slashed at them.

There were several screams, and the five Qi-refining monks fell into a pool of blood on the spot. Fortunately, Wang Xianju and the three Foundation-building monks were unharmed.

Eight people from Feng Ping and Ping emerged from the ground, two of them controlled the formation, and six of them attacked Wang Xianbing and three others.

"Evil cultivator! Looking for death."

A trace of anger flashed in Wang Xianbin's eyes, and he sacrificed three second-order puppet beasts. The other two Wang family monks also sacrificed three second-order puppet beasts. Bright runes lit up on the surface of the nine puppet beasts, and they rushed towards the opposite side.

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Wang Xianbing raised a set of yellow formation flags and submerged them into the surrounding ground. The ground quickly turned into pale gold, and a golden light curtain emerged out of thin air, covering them.

More than a dozen magic weapons were chopped on the puppet beast, but the puppet beast was intact. They attacked from three directions: underground, land and high in the sky. Feng Ping and others were in a hurry.

"This is a set of puppet beasts! No, they are descendants of the Qinglian Wang family."

Feng Ping suddenly thought of something and his expression changed drastically.
Chapter completed!