In the cold river, the demon prodigy Ji Cang Yue swung his war-god halberd, hitting water waves weighing a thousand kilograms to temper his strength. After swiping tens of thousands of times, Ji Cang Yue jumped onto the shore and ended the day.
of practice.
The drunkard who had been waiting aside for a long time came over hurriedly and respectfully, and said in a low voice: "Reporting to Lord God of War, we have found the whereabouts of that boy!"
"Um...where is he?"
Ji Cang Yue's steps forward paused slightly, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.
"According to reports from our people, he is currently in Zhuyang City, China."
The drunkard handed a letter in his hand to Ji Cangyue and replied calmly.
"Wei Qiaogu? Who is he?"
Ji Cangyue read the contents of the letter, finally focused on the signature, and asked in a low voice.
"Wei Qiaogu is the son of the owner of the Sin Valley. He is the clansman sent to the Tiannan Blood Soul Swamp to assist the money-minded demon."
The drunkard hurriedly told Wei Qiaogu's information, but he was confused in his heart as to why Lord God of War paid attention to such a small person.
"Big reward!"
Ji Cangyue smiled slightly, with a rare curve in the corner of her mouth, and whispered.
The drunkard bowed down, but he was even more confused in his heart. He didn't understand what the Lord God of War meant by this move.
Ji Cangyue crumpled the letter into a ball, and a black flame suddenly rose in his hand, burning it to ashes.
The dark ashes drifted away in the surrounding breeze and turned into little stars.
Ji Cangyue frowned, and the depths of her eyes shone with a cold luster.
Of course he knew that Wei Qiaogu was the one who assisted He Sijun to go to Tiannan this time. This was originally his arrangement. What puzzled him was why He Sijun didn't report this matter to him in person, but instead pretended to do it.
, the unknown Wei Qiaogu, this is a bit too unreasonable!
Thinking of that inadvertent glimpse of me in the Devil's Pond of Annihilation, and that peerless beauty, I, a person obsessed with martial arts, was slightly moved and fell into a sea of longing.
Ji Cangyue smiled slightly, a touch of gentleness flashed in his originally cold eyes, and he strode towards the distance, but his flying black hair showed his inner determination.
He is the God of War of the Demon Clan and the immortal legend of the Demonic Destruction Pond. No one can get his hands on the woman he likes!
Tiannan Blood Soul Swamp is located three thousand miles south of Zhuyang City. It is a dense jungle with countless poisonous snakes and beasts. What is even more frightening is that there are countless large and small swamps and wetlands. Once you fall into it, you will definitely die.
Because the land here is red, as if it is infected with blood, it is named Blood Soul Swamp. It is a forbidden place in China.
Even at this time, it is widely rumored that an ancient ruin has appeared in the Blood Soul Swamp, but few people dare to enter, for no other reason than this place is a death place, and those who trespass will die!
Between the dense jungle, a black shadow rushed past, but soon stopped in front of a strange plant.
This plant stands twenty centimeters tall and has six leaves, each showing different colors. A tiny purple bud appears in the bud at the top, like a long dragon breathing.
“I really made a lot of money this time!”
The man shouted excitedly and hurriedly put the plant into the Sumeru Ring. This man was none other than Cheng Chi.
Di Ming, who was in the Jiulizhu, looked at Cheng Chi's excited look, pouted his mouth, and said disdainfully: "Isn't it just a six-color breath grass? It's like picking up a treasure."
"I said, little Di Ming, you don't understand. This six-color breath grass, together with the Soul Pearl, Phoenix Flower and some auxiliary medicinal materials, can be made into the Xiantian Pill to help me successfully advance to Xiantian."
Cheng Chi said softly, but he began to think about how to refine the Xiantian Pill.
If you can successfully refine the Xiantian Pill, you can become an Xiantian Warrior one step faster.
"Innate elixir? Brother, are you kidding me? Is that a golden elixir level elixir? A golden elixir is enough for a first-class force like Shennongsi to regard it as a treasure. You...you can really
Refining the innate elixir?"
After hearing what Cheng Chi said, Di Ming let out a strange cry and said in surprise.
"Golden elixir? Then I really may not be able to refine it. I also heard what the master said. Hehe... When the old man wakes up, I will ask him how to refine the innate elixir."
Cheng Chi raised his eyebrows after listening to Di Ming's words. He didn't expect this innate elixir to be so complicated, but since the master mentioned it, he must know how to refine it.
"You brat, you really think I am omnipotent."
As soon as Cheng Chi finished speaking, a laugh and curse came into his mind.
Cheng Chi was stunned for a moment, and then shouted ecstatically: "Master! Is it really you!"
"Haha... Brat, have you been lazy during this time?"
Mo Xingshan smiled slightly, but the corners of his eyes instantly became moist. He had actually woken up just now, but because of his long-term weakness, he could not speak immediately.
After communicating with Di Ming beside him for a while, Mo Xingshan also learned about what happened recently.
I feel extremely happy for everything Cheng Chi and Simba have done for me.
I thought I would pursue fame and fortune all my life, but I didn't expect that I would be so lucky to have a disciple who would inherit my legacy. I would have nothing to ask for in this life.
"Master, that's great! I miss you so much! By the way, do you feel uncomfortable anywhere else?"
When Cheng Chi heard those long-lost kind words, he had the urge to cry.
In the past, Mo did good things for himself, eliminated various crises, and guided his cultivation. Without him, I was really afraid that I would not be able to cope with various crises. Fortunately, the master finally woke up.
"Haha... Even if you, a brat like you, still have some conscience, don't worry, my body is so tight!"
Hearing Cheng Chi's words of concern, Mo Xingshan felt warm in his heart and laughed.
"By the way, Master, Simba..."
Cheng Chi suddenly remembered that Simba seemed to be still in a coma and asked quickly.
"Simba is fine. He is just overworked. He will be fine after taking some rest."
Mo Xingshan touched Simba's head and showed a loving smile. This little guy really suffered in order to save his soul.
Di Ming saw the expressions of the two masters and apprentices, wrinkled his little nose, and muttered: "He is the emperor of the demon clan, how can he be so weak, you are all worrying about it."
Cheng Chi didn't hear the child's mumbling.
However, Mo Xingshan heard it clearly. He frowned and said to Cheng Chi, "We'll talk later. I'll talk to Di Ming first."
Just as Cheng Chi was about to say something, Di Ming and Mo Xingshan's Yuan Ling disappeared into the sea of consciousness. This made Cheng Chi a little puzzled. What is the master going to do? He doesn't want to accept Di Ming as his disciple, right?
Anyway, I already have one Simba, so I don’t care about one more.
But he misunderstood. Mo Xingshan did not accept Simba as his disciple at all. The reason why Simba called him master was entirely because Cheng Chi called him master.