The Huanxu Mountains are one of the six mountain ranges in the central area of ​​Tianshou Island.

Thousands of miles from east to west, countless groups of monsters and beasts are entrenched here, thriving and thriving.

On this day, at the edge of the mountain range, a black light loomed in the sky, then quickly lowered its altitude and slowly descended.

At the same time, several figures separated from the black light and silently hit the ground.

The huge turtle shell Taoist instrument turned around and turned into a ray of light that shot into the beautiful woman's storage ring.

This group of people is the team of monks who came here to plan the mines, including Ke Zifeng, Lu Ming, Hu Zongquan, Ban Tiande, Pan Qianning and other five people.

"We are really lucky. More than 14,000 miles from the Guzhou Plain, we only encountered a wave of monster bird attacks on the way."

Ke Zifeng gently stroked his beard and smiled happily.

"The next step is to be more careful. Although there are no Level 4 monsters in the Huanxu Mountains, there are so many monster birds that flying at low altitudes is not safe. I put away the turtle carriage with this in mind."

Pan Qianning stared at the mountains ahead and said calmly.

"Friend Pan Dao is right. This is one of the demon clan's lairs. You can't be too cautious."

Nodding in agreement, Hu Zongquan said: "We are all Yuan Dan monks, so we must have mastered the art of breath concentration."

As soon as he finished speaking, his golden light disappeared, his body blurred into the air, and even his breathing became very weak.

Ban Tiande, Ke Zifeng, and Lu Ming followed closely behind, each using their secret concealment skills, as if Hu Zongquan was following his lead.

In just two days of getting along, the four of them seemed to have formed a small group, excluding Pan Qianning alone.

"Friend Pan Dao, let's get ready to go into the mountain!"

Hu Zongquan's surface is light and cloudy, but deep down, it's secretly proud.

There were five people in the group, except for Pan Qian Ning, whose half-step golden elixir strength was enough to secure the first place.

There was no need for him to take the initiative, and Ke Zifeng, Ban Tiande, and Lu Ming moved closer to him in a tacit understanding, forming a potential resistance to Pan Qian Ning.

After all, this woman is a fake alchemy monk, and no one can be her enemy in a single fight.

However, Hu Zongquan was not too worried.

Bound by the Hou Yi Contract, if Pan Qian Ning makes any move that is not conducive to them, he will definitely suffer backlash and be seriously injured.

Of course, Hu Zongquan's purpose is only to protect his own interests.

It would be best if everyone cooperated sincerely and had no evil intentions.

Faced with the defense of Hu Zongquan and others, Pan Qian stared blankly, turning around with a trace of extremely obscure sarcasm flashing in his eyes, which then turned into a ray of green light and shot into the mountains.

…

A dozen breaths later, as a ripple-like abnormality appeared all around, a man with an indifferent face appeared where everyone disappeared.

The man looked at the mountain stream in the distance. A dull, high-grade fire spirit stone in his hand was broken into powder and slowly fell.

Yes, this person is none other than Chen Ping, who followed the cultivators.

In order to keep up with Qian Ning's top-grade flying weapon, he ignored losses along the way and used up thirty pieces of high-grade fire spirit stones.

Although Dengyunma's escape speed is slightly faster than that of the turtle shell Taoist weapon, its aura is too vast and its whereabouts are easily exposed.

The reason why Chen Ping rejected Ke Zifeng's invitation but followed him quietly was that he certainly had no good intentions.

After finding the specific location of the mineral vein, he would then kill a few people in one fell swoop and force Ban Tiande to join the family. This was his complete plan.

However, Ke Zifeng gave him a vague feeling that something was wrong.

It's not his malicious speculation, but there are some clues to prove it.

Several people invited by Ke Zifeng, including Pan Qianning, were either helpless casual cultivators or elders of the Yuandan Sect.

In addition, at the previous exchange meeting, there were several Yuan Dan Dzogchen monks.

But Ke Zifeng did not choose them all. Instead, he invited Ban Tiande, who was in the late Yuan Dan period.

Could it be that he took a fancy to his attainments in formations?

If you think about it more deeply, it's quite normal.

It is important to know that a large mineral vein has existed for countless thousands of years, and it is not uncommon for a powerful natural formation to form during this period.

"Don't blame me for being ruthless. If you don't choose a good deal, you have to play this game."

With a raised eyebrow, Chen Ping's complexion gradually turned cold.

He is now a master of arts and bold.

As long as the golden elixir doesn't come out, no matter what tricks Ke Zifeng plays, they can't escape his grasp.

Then, the spiritual power in his meridians changed, and his appearance and figure changed again.

After half a breath, he suddenly turned into a red-faced, rickety old man.

The green clothes on his body also burned automatically, and he was put on a set of pure blue clothes.

This costume has a lot of history.

It is one of the true symbols of a top Jindan sect in the outer sea.

As for why he knew it, of course he found it out from Yu Zeqiu's memory.

After realizing that Ke Zifeng and others were about to fly out of the range of his consciousness, Chen Ping calmly followed them.

…

Huanxu Mountains, in front of a strange mountain range.

There are more than ten small peaks in this mountain range that stretch together to form a mountain range hundreds of miles in size.

And behind this mountain range, a piece of yellow light covered the blue sky, looking very eerie.

"There is a Xuanyin snake at the peak of the third level entrenched in the valley. Let's decide whether to kill it and move forward, or take a detour of thousands of miles."

Pan Qianning's voice came out from a cloud of green mist.

Hu Zongquan squinted his eyes, glanced at the yellow light a few times, and said with a smile: "It's just a third-level Xuanyin snake. Hu thought it would be easier to just kill this snake."

"Then let's fight quickly to avoid making too much noise and attracting the attention of other monster groups."

Pan Qianning nodded and led the cultivators into the valley.

At a glance, the original gray scene was all gone, and there were lush green trees growing around it.

Lush vegetation.

The peaks on both sides are full of white stones, all round and shiny, the big ones are like millstones, and the small ones are about the size of fists.

Looking deeper into the valley, large swaths of black fog gathered, so thick that they were almost substantial, making it impossible to see clearly what was going on in the fog.

"The Xuanyin snake seems to be sleeping. Hehe, let Hu lure it out."

Hu Zongquan said from the side.

When everyone heard the words, no one objected.

Then, Hu Zongquan took off a small spiritual beast bracelet from his wrist and threw it into the air. A small pigeon with light white feathers flew out from the bracelet like an arrow and hovered in the air.

Hu Zongquan shouted in a low voice, raised his sleeves and robe, and a square talisman flew out of his hand and hit the little pigeon.

The bird spread its wings, and a layer of cyan light armor suddenly appeared on its body.

Following Hu Zongquan's instructions, the little pigeon screamed, turned into a beam of white light, and shot towards the black mist in the distance.

The little pigeon plunged into the black mist and immediately disappeared.

Everyone couldn't see clearly what was happening in the fog, and for the sake of caution, they didn't use their spiritual senses to detect it rashly. They all turned to pay attention to Hu Zongquan's expression.

At this time, Hu Zongquan's eyes were slightly closed, and he was connecting with the little pigeon with his mind.

"It's drawn out, ready to kill the demon!"

After a few breaths, Hu Zongquan shook his body, clicked on the storage ring, and a golden sword flew out from it.

The golden rainbow soared into the sky, flashed several times in mid-air, the golden light shone brightly, and its size suddenly increased several times.

In the blink of an eye, a golden giant sword more than half a foot wide appeared above Hu Zongquan's head.

Seeing this, Ban Tiande flipped his palm, and a red formation flag trembled, its surface expanded, and its brilliance was dazzling.

Then, streams of flames like magma swarmed out from above, turning into more than a dozen giant dragons shrouded in flames, and swept away menacingly towards the black mist in the distance.

"Portable formation?"

Pan Qianning glanced at him in surprise, then opened her lips and said, "Is this made by fellow Taoist class himself, or is it a treasure that flowed into the archipelago from the outer sea?"

"I have been studying it for decades, and I can barely understand the basics of portable formations."

A trace of amusement flashed across Ban Tiande's face, and he said with a smile.

Obviously, the meaning behind the words is very obvious.

This set of fire-attribute portable formations was indeed built by him himself.

"Fellow Daoist Ben is really a talented person."
To be continued...