"Hey!" A middle-aged monk in yellow robe saw that the zombie had been beaten to death by numerous spells, but it still didn't fall down. He was a little impatient. He saw the right moment, shouted loudly, and threw out a
A small round shield, the round shield spun in mid-air, turned into a thick and heavy round shield, and pressed hard towards the zombie's head.
With a "snap", half of the zombie's extremely tough head was flattened by the round shield weapon.
Then, a golden sword light flashed, and the remaining half of the zombie's head completely flew up and rolled to the ground.
Only then did everyone see that when the zombie fell, he was holding a small box made of gold and stone. As soon as the zombie died, the small box rolled to the ground.
The eyes of the dozen or so monks who surrounded the zombie suddenly became hot.
This small box is not big, which means it can hold dozens of spiritual stones. A zombie will not hold a small box without any reason. There must be something very important to the zombie hidden inside.
More than a dozen monks looked at each other.
Almost all of them come from different sects from the two cultivation countries. Although they are eager to grab the small box, no one dares to rush over easily. It will only become a living target for all other monks and be violently attacked.
The monk who killed the zombie put away the flying sword weapon, glanced at the monks in the big cave, and suddenly said to the yellow-robed monk: "Fellow Daoist Wang, this zombie was killed by you and me together, and the items it left behind
How about we split it equally, what do you think?"
The middle-aged monk in yellow robe glanced at the dozen or so monks in the big cave, weighed it up, and thought it was feasible. He smiled grimly and said: "Okay, Fellow Daoist He, this is a good idea.
"I, Mr. Wang, are in a good mood today. I don't want to start a mass killing. If you don't want to die, you can leave by yourself. This box belongs to me and Fellow Daoist He. You don't have any chance." The monk surnamed Wang played with the shield in his hand quite confidently.
Magical weapon.
The monks cursed a few words in a frustrated voice and prepared to leave.
Before Yuwen Zhouyuan left, he whipped out a wind blade from his sleeve and hit the small box, breaking the outer shell of the small box to see what was inside.
"Crack!" The small box was split open by the wind blade, and dozens of rolls of palm-sized blueprints rolled out from it, lying on the ground.
More than a dozen ordinary monks in the venue looked at it, and they were all stunned, their eyes widened.
Even monks surnamed Wang and monks surnamed He were equally stunned and in disbelief.
There are thirty volumes of drawings in this small box.
Inside the large cave, it was extremely silent, and the only sound that could be heard was the sound of swallowing saliva.
It is easy to distinguish map drawings from drawings for other purposes. Even an idiot can tell that those are mine map drawings.
This zombie actually collected dozens of rolls of maps and drawings into its small box. No wonder the monks like them could never find any trace of the maps and drawings.
Huh, hoh! Several figures, without making a sound, suddenly swooped towards the drawings.
According to Yunzi Biaotong's promise, as long as any expedition team takes back a blueprint and submits it to the sect, each member of the team will be rewarded with a Yuan-helping Pill. If they can get more blueprints, they will get
The rewards of Yuan Zibiao are so high, and the rewards of other sects will definitely not be much lower.
Puff, puff, muffled sounds kept coming, and more than a dozen monks who were extremely jealous started to go crazy, kicking and punching, swords flashing, and snatching the blueprints on the ground. There was chaos in the big cave. No one could care about the alliance.
Okay, let’s get the map and drawings first.
Yuwen Zhouyuan reacted very quickly, and with one swoop, he copied the two map drawings into his hands.
After picking up an antique yellow drawing on the ground, Yuwen Zhouyuan put it into his storage bag without having time to look at it carefully.
The more maps and drawings you grab, the richer the rewards given by the sect, and rewards like the Yuan Dan are indispensable. With this idea in mind, the monks who rushed to the front had quick eyesight and quick hands, and grabbed a lot of drawings in their hands.
It's better to go back and exchange rewards with the sect.
The monk following behind was even more anxious and desperately tried to stop the monk in front from picking up the blueprint.
Yuwen Zhouyuan was able to obtain two drawings so easily, and there was a bit of surprise on his face.
Yuwen Zhouyuan has no intention of relying on these two drawings to exchange Yun Zibiao for the Yuan-Supporting Pills. Because he has a lot of Yuan-Supporting Pills in his hand, and what he lacks now is just a place of retreat full of vitality.
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The large cave had long been in chaos, spells were flying around, and all the monks were frantically attacking each other to snatch the blueprints.
Yuwen Zhouyuan was secretly frightened and his hair was numb. This kind of chaos was the easiest to lose his life. No one knew who would suddenly attack him, and he probably didn't even know how he died.
Just as he was about to leave, his eyes caught sight of a shiny jade slip on the ground in a corner of the cave, and he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
Yuwen Zhouyuan was delayed for a moment, and immediately flew over, intending to pick up the jade slip and take it away, and then immediately leave this chaotic place of right and wrong.
Suddenly, Yuwen Zhouyuan felt a warning in his heart, and his figure twisted and dodged a foot to the side. Several fireballs hit the place where he was standing without any warning, splashing some dust and gravel.
A black-faced monk, holding a spiritual sword, flew up and stood in front of the jade slip, stared at him fiercely, and said with a smile: "I want this jade slip!"
Yuwen Zhouyuan couldn't help but secretly cursed and looked at the black-faced monk. This black-faced monk was at the ninth level of the Qi stage. He was holding a high-level spiritual sword in his hand. He was probably the core disciple of a small sect. He was a bit surly and arrogant.
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If you only use Han Xue's spiritual weapon, it is not impossible to kill this black-faced monk. It just takes time. However, once you use the silver light sword, you will reveal your trump card in front of these monks. This trump card
, use as little as possible.
Yuwen Zhouyuan gritted his teeth and decided to give in.
The black-faced monk couldn't help but feel a little surprised when he saw that Yuwen Zhouyuan gave up the jade slip so easily and took a few steps back to show his concession.
The black-faced monk couldn't help but be secretly happy. He was a monk from the Empire on which the Sun Never Sets, so he naturally recognized the costumes of the enemy's monk camp.
This guy was obviously an ordinary monk from the enemy country Yunzibiao. He was so weak that even his spiritual weapons were destroyed, so he had no choice but to give in and not take any advantage he had.
Thinking like this, the black-faced monk suddenly said sternly: "Hand over the map paper you are carrying, open your storage bag, and hand them over. I will then consider whether I should let you live."
Yuwen Zhouyuan was secretly annoyed, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes. He was really looking for death. He had already decided to give up the jade slips and leave directly. But this black-faced monk didn't know what to do, and even wanted to take advantage of his storage bag.
, if you are entangled by this black-faced monk, there will be endless troubles. You must solve it quickly.
"If you want to see what's in my storage bag, well, Yuwen, I'll let you see clearly!" Yuwen Zhouyuan sneered, patted the storage bag on his waist, and a silver light flash flew out of it.
, the Yinhan sword drew a perfect semi-circle in mid-air, suspended in mid-air, and controlled freely.
"Magic Flying Sword!" The black-faced monk was stunned, and his expression changed in horror.
The black-faced monk was so regretful that his intestines were green. Yuwen Zhouyuan did not give him a chance to fight to the death to protect himself. The silver sword light quickly revolved around the black-faced monk.
The black-faced monk was so frightened that he couldn't care about what was in front of him but behind him, so he could only turn around and run away.
While running, he was shocked to find that the protective shield behind him was torn apart by the sword light, and then he felt a pain in his heart, staggered under his feet, and fell to the ground with his eyes open.
Yuwen Zhouyuan glanced coldly at the monks around him, and quickly picked up the jade slip that fell out of the zombie box from the ground.
It's tens of feet away from Yu Wen Yuan.
Old Meng, who was also born in Yunzibiao, was fighting with a tall and thin middle-aged coolie monk to snatch a blueprint.
The tall and thin monk, who was also an ordinary monk, was very embarrassed, holding an intermediate spiritual weapon and fighting with Old Man Meng.
"Hurry up and hand over the drawings!" Old Meng yelled excitedly after gaining a slight advantage in the fight with the tall and thin monk.
The tall and thin monk was entangled by Old Man Meng and could not escape. He cursed angrily and said in a vague voice: "Bah! You shameless person! What's the point of robbing my land? I need blueprints. You have the ability to rob others."
Yes, others have plenty of them!"
"I'm going to steal your land, what's wrong!" Old Meng's face was ferocious. He gritted his teeth and threw out an intermediate fire talisman worth dozens of spirit stones in his hand.
The tall and thin monk failed to dodge and was "bombed" by a flame bird. He was blown half a foot away and fell to the ground. The protective light shield was greatly dimmed. This violent blow consumed all the energy.
The tall and thin monk had a lot of real power.
Old Meng immediately pounced, thrust out a low-grade gold spirit sword in his hand, and "Puff!" the tall and thin monk screamed and was nailed to the ground.
Old Meng didn't care and took out a drawing from the other party's storage bag.
Old Meng's hands were trembling violently, and tears were about to flow. He shouted excitedly: "I found a roll of map drawings, haha!"
"Pfft!" A golden light passed through Old Meng's chest.
Old Meng looked at the big hole in his chest in shock, with a stiff smile on his face, and fell to the ground.
A slender golden figure flew down beside Old Meng without any hesitation. Looking at Old Meng's stiff face with a smile, he sneered with disdain: "A little bastard with a cloud sign, what are you dreaming about!"
The man forcefully opened Old Meng's clenched fingers, took out a drawing from his clenched fist, and put it into his storage bag.
Then he looked through Old Meng's storage bag and found that there were a lot of bottles, cans, and animal skin bags containing trivial raw materials, spiritual stones, and a small stack of talismans. The golden-robed monk didn't even look at these tattered things.
one time.
"This old man is too shabby. He doesn't even have anything decent." The golden-robed monk threw down his storage bag and tried to find his next target.
At this moment, he suddenly felt keenly that there was a pair of cold eyes staring at him from behind.
Turning around suddenly, he saw a young monk in Tsing Yi standing dozens of feet away, wearing the same clothes as the old man, looking at him with a sullen face.