These dozen or so flying escape magic weapons are all made from lumps of dark tree roots.
These tree root lumps have maintained their original appearance. They are all two feet long and wide. The stumps are rotten, and the roots of different thicknesses are like octopus claws.
However, this kind of bared teeth and claws combined with the black light that is constantly flowing out, does not have a ferocious and violent aesthetic, which is very suitable for these evil cultivators who are blocking the road.
The rotten tree stumps sunk inward, forming natural thrones.
Moreover, these tree root lumps also exude an indescribable and refreshing medicinal fragrance.
There are nearly twenty monks on these strange flying escape magic weapons.
Before the voice of the female nun in black rang out, the faces of these monks were full of anticipation, greed, excitement, contentment, and joking expressions.
When these black crystal swords pierced and shattered the laws of vitality around them and instantly penetrated their strange flying magic weapons, they still had the same look on their faces.
The appearance of these black crystal swords can best be described as an explosion.
It's really too fast.
It was so devastating that they had no time to make any effective response.
It was so fast that everything seemed to come to a complete standstill.
So fast that they didn't even have time to change the expressions on their faces.
Puff puff puff...
Broken tree roots, branches, and fleshy limbs splashed and fell, breaking the frozen scene.
Those huge black crystal swords crisscrossing in the air still stayed motionless in the air.
The scattered tree roots and flesh and blood fell among these solidified black crystal swords, forming a thrilling scene.
"ah!"
There was a horrified scream.
Seven figures flew out in all directions.
With just one blow, these black crystal swords destroyed the flying escape magic weapons previously used by these monks, and at the same time killed most of them.
The female cultivator in black sneered and made no move.
Qingxu in front of her originally had no shadow in the black cloud, but at this moment, a black shadow flowed out from behind him, and then divided into seven.
A faint black shadow broke out of the black cloud and turned into seven streaks of black smoke in the sky.
These seven black smoke were extremely faint and seemed to be dissipated at any time. However, in just one breath, they caught up with the seven figures escaping in different directions.
Five of the black smoke fell directly on the backs of the five people, and then flew away instantly.
The scene of the light black smoke falling and dissipating is like an invisible person taking a mouthful of black smoke and gently spitting it on the backs of the five people. There is no terrifying threat at all.
Can impact.
But these five people suddenly fell straight down like logs.
The remaining two monks were so shocked that they couldn't even make a sound.
They had never even heard of this kind of magic, and it seemed that all the protective magic weapons were useless against this kind of black smoke.
At this moment, the two black smoke chasing them had already passed over their heads and arrived in front of them.
The two black smoke suddenly transformed not far in front of them, forming a smoky black smiling face.
The two monks were trembling all over and stopped in the air, not daring to move anymore.
"If you don't laugh, you will die. To laugh or not to laugh?" The voice of the female cultivator in black sounded again.
These two monks obviously did not have the courage to kill and humiliate the monks, so they immediately forced out a smile that was uglier than crying.
In that kind of sect, there may be fools among the monks who can stay in peace until they die of old age, but there will be no fools among the evil cultivators like them who lick blood from their sword heads.
Both of them knew very well that the only reason why they were still alive while the rest of them were all dead was because they were the two with the highest cultivation among this group of people.
Among such evil cultivating groups that rely on robbery to cultivate, the leader is often the one with the highest cultivation level.
One of them is named Bai Shuilan and the other is named Kong Mengzhu.
Both of them are at the first level of Jindan.
Among the monks who died just now, there were five monks in the foundation building stage, one of whom was at the ninth level of foundation building, and two of whom were at the eighth level of foundation building!
It would be easy for people like them to ambush two or three Jindan masters in Xiaoyuzhou, but who would have thought that with such strength, they could be easily dealt with by two people without any effort.
They didn't expect that the other party would actually kill people like them directly without any nonsense.
This kind of crushing that was not on the same level at all, the overwhelming evil aura when the crystal sword suddenly appeared... They couldn't imagine what kind of existence they had provoked.
"How do you call these two fellow Taoists?"
The black cloud fell slowly, landing in front of the two golden elixir monks with ashen faces.
The black clouds parted like a curtain, revealing the figures of the female cultivator in black and Qingxu, but the black tree in the black clouds was nowhere to be seen.
The moment the two golden elixir cultivators saw the female cultivator in black and Qingxu, they felt as if there were cold thorns poking out of their scalps.
Mysterious and powerful.
Even if they are close in front of them, based on their cultivation level, they can't sense what kind of cultivation level the other two have.
"Bai Shuilan." said the golden elixir monk with a thin face that looked like he was in his fifties.
"Kong Mengzhu." Another Jindan monk also spoke up immediately. He is short in stature, only five feet tall, with very regular facial features. He looks to be in his thirties, and regardless of his figure, he is a handsome man.
"You ask." The female cultivator in black suddenly turned her head and smiled, and said to Qingxu: "I always feel that people like you who don't tell lies and are serious are more intimidating when asking questions at this time."
The two golden elixir monks, Bai Shuilan and Kong Mengzhu, were both covered in cold sweat.
What kind of deterrence do we need to talk about at this time?
"I know three kinds of God-Searching Techniques, but I have always thought that it would be much better to use the God-Searching Technique on the dead. Do you two know why?" Qingxu asked as he looked at the two Jindan monks with no emotion on his face.
The corners of the mouths of the two Jindan monks were a little twisted.
They don't know how to answer.
"Because the God-Searching Technique can only take away memories and cannot obtain the living person's own guesses and inferences." Qingxu looked at the two golden elixir monks and said, "You should understand what I mean now?"
"Understood." Bai Shuilan smiled bitterly.
Isn't this just a good explanation? It's best to draw inferences from one instance and add your own guesses and inferences. Otherwise, the other party will directly use the God-Searching Technique.
And he could tell that the other party didn't mean to intimidate at all.
Although Qingxu only said these few words briefly, his natural aura made him understand that given the identity of the other party, he had no intention of playing tricks on Xu.
Qingxu just glanced at him and said no more.
"We must have been taken advantage of."
Bai Shuilan spoke immediately, and the first sentence he spoke was indeed filled with his true guess.
"We are intercepting you here because of the Yin Lei Umbrella."
"You just left the Blackwater Market when we received the news. We didn't think much about it when we received the news, because the news said that you might be in the foundation building stage or the golden elixir stage. Although you can directly trade with foreign sources, you must be
You are from an extraordinary sect, but the Yin Thunder Umbrella alone is worth the risk, not to mention we feel that the treasures in you are far more than just the Yin Thunder Umbrella."
Bai Shuilan said a few words in succession, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Now that I think about it, I am very suspicious. The news seems to have come faster than usual, and the judgment of your traces is too accurate. It seems that the person who sent the news is...
We all know in advance that you are leaving from here."
"Who delivered the news to you?" Qingxu said.
"Huang Puyun, the owner of Qianjuefang. Qianjuefang is located in Baicao Market. In Baicao Market, including Qianjuefang, there are four or five shops that specialize in selling and communicating this kind of information to make money." Baishui.
Lan's careful explanation felt that it was not enough, so he added, "I was originally a casual cultivator in Baicao Market, so I am very familiar with the people in Baicao Market. Baicao Market is famous in the entire Xiaoyuzhou.
Although it is a medium-sized market, the kind of business we trade with is the largest and the best."
Qingxu nodded and glanced at the female cultivator in black.
The female cultivator in black knew that he meant that he had asked the question, so she smiled slightly, looked at Bai Shuilan and asked: "When Patriarch Tonghui went through the tribulation, the number of pursuers present was extraordinary. Do you know the reason?
What?"
"Some people also released the news in advance." Bai Shuilan said: "We all learned the news in advance, but the more people go to that kind of place, the less chance we have, so we won't take advantage of it."
"Then based on your inference, if we go to Baicao Market, is it possible to find out who leaked the news?" The female nun in black thought for a while and asked.
Bai Shuilan smiled bitterly and said: "I think as two fellow Taoists, it shouldn't be difficult to follow the clues. Unless..."
"Unless someone cuts the vines first." The female cultivator in black said calmly, "That's okay. It seems like you can go to Baicao Market."
Qingxu said: "You can go."
Bai Shuilan and Kong Mengzhu, who had been silent until now, suddenly became nervous. They intuitively felt that their life and death were at stake.
But what neither of them expected was that the female cultivator in black suddenly remembered something, her eyes suddenly lit up, she looked at them and asked: "What level of magic weapon do you call Yin Lei Umbrella?"
Both of them were confused, but neither of them dared to hesitate. They both said: "Based on the performance of the Yu-level spiritual treasure in that catastrophe, I am afraid it should be between the third and fifth levels of the Yu-level spiritual treasure."
It’s a spiritual treasure of time.”
"Hahahaha..." What they didn't expect even more was that they had just finished saying the words "Yu Zi Level Spiritual Treasure" when the female cultivator in black was already laughing wildly, her branches trembling with laughter, "Yu Zi Level Spirit Treasure"
Bao, hahahaha."
Bai Shuilan and Kong Mengzhu were laughed so hard that they were all covered in hair. Only Qingxu looked at the female cultivator in black with a calm expression.
Although I should be used to her bad taste, sometimes it is really unbearable.