"Let me tell you," the short-haired middle-aged casual cultivator said, spitting, and his eyes were full of admiration, "My second brother was just like me at the time. He was a blank slate. He was so poor that he was able to turn danger into safety.
But those idiots who were left in the cave are all wealthy people. Let me ask you, where is this?"
"Of course this is the Qianshan Sect." Kuang Shu knew that he needed to cooperate at this time, so he said respectfully, and even handed over a half-ripe spiritual fruit to show his respect.
"My opponent, among those very valuable people, there are two heads, and one of them is the head of the Qianshan Sect. How about it? Is it powerful?"
"Let me tell you?" Jiang Feng couldn't help but say.
"This brother is very knowledgeable. He must have read a few books."
"No, I just like to read some miscellaneous notes." Jiang Feng missed the topic, "Then the second master can go back and get the belongings of those people and make a windfall?"
"You, you have read too many books." The short-haired middle-aged casual cultivator lectured, "Who dares to go back in that situation? Hehe, but if it were you," he said quietly, "you would tell me that you went back to get something.
What?"
Several people smiled evilly at the same time, tacitly understanding each other, and their relationship became much closer for a while.
This Yan Baihu actually had some interactions with Ren Wudao? Jiang Feng listened to a few people chatting and bragging for a while. Using the skill of urinary escape, he separated from the crowd and hid in a corner and thought to himself, the elders in the sect said
, let me go to the rocky sea to hit the chance, then nine out of ten went to what this person called "Haitang Sanren Mansion". This person has never heard of it. On the one hand, it is not a big deal for earth-level monks, on the other hand
, or it may itself be false.
The problem is, he probably left with the people of the Vantage Sect. The existence of the Vantage Sect, the leader will definitely not fall into it, so who is the other leader? Will this ruins trap the leaders of two sects at the same time?
Could it be a trap in itself?
He decided to observe for a while to see if he could get more information about this. If Ren Wodao's remains or items could be found, the mystery of his selection might be revealed.
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Luoyingmen, eighty miles northwest of Taoyuan City, Dudian Mountain.
A cloud of black mist fell in the sky. As the smoke cleared, a strong man emerged from it. The bat-shaped wings on his back were folded up and integrated with his skin.
There is something special about Hong's strong body.
"Old Devil, you should find something to wear."
"You're so troublesome, kid. Are you feeling a little unbalanced because I didn't get hurt this time?"
"Where, I have already guessed that you will be successful this time. How about, I said to go to the hinterland of Red Dragon Gate, right?"
"You are very smart." He stretched out his big claw-like hand and condensed two light red demon pills. "It's just that you are far away. If you weren't afraid of being surrounded, you could collect all seven."
"Don't worry, there are six pills here. There is only one missing." Chen Kun picked up the demon pill and put it together with the four pills in his hand. "Stormstorm Canyon has been very popular recently. Do we want to touch it?"
Try your luck?"
"You want to go in?"
"No, not at all, but I like the feeling of hunting in the wild."
"It suits me very well."
"But, Old Devil, you have to do one thing for me first."
"What's up?"
"I found out that Biyun Sect has a secret treasure that is very beneficial to my wife's cultivation. I need your help to contain it so that I can get it."
"Biyun Sect?" A trace of doubt flashed in Wanlaomo's eyes.
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Stormrage Canyon.
The sky was filled with yellow sand and the sky was dim, as if oil paint had been splashed on it.
Every year at this season, countless sand and dust blow from the north, covering up the sky and the sun, covering up the original color of the sky. It also makes people near the canyon feel a haze in their hearts, and there are often more fights and frictions than usual.
Times, before the Seven Alliance War, there were still monks from Biyun Sect, Luoying Sect and Gujian Sect who were upholding justice. Now three sects have been defeated by two sects. Although Chixia Sect and Tianli Sect have taken over this place, nothing seems to have happened.
Just like Guan Ji, he allowed the fighting here to turn into chaos for a while.
Today, at the northern end of the canyon, at the junction of Luoying Gate and Chixia Gate, a group of mysterious monks came.
There were nine of them in total. They acted in a low-key manner and did not fly any flying magic weapons. If Jiang Feng were here, he could easily recognize one of the monks with an obvious appearance. On his forehead, there is a vertical eye. He is the Earth-level monk.
Monk Liao Shen Cang.
"stop!"
Walking in front was a female nun. Her face was covered by a black veil. On her white arms, a red-eyed frog was lying there. On its grass-green back, there were a group of black spots that seemed to be solidified. Its eyes moved slightly.
, seems to be looking for suitable prey.
"Lord Zuo, we haven't reached the entrance yet."
Behind him, a Xuan-level monk stepped forward to report. In his hand was a simple-looking compass, which shone with red-gold light under the dim sunlight.
"he came."
When everyone heard this, their expressions changed. Six Xuan-level monks immediately gathered together, while the woman Qiu Nanjia, known as "Lord Zuo Shi", and Liao Shenchang, as well as another Earth-level monk Chen Xuanqing,
Flying around, the three of them formed horns and were on guard.
The wind died down and everything became quiet. The strong wind that was still dragging the old grass suddenly stopped, and there was a percussion in the ears that shook the eardrums.
The voice seemed to have the ethereal sound of a late night watch, and was like a beating that penetrated the heart, plucking the heartstrings of everyone present. Even Qiu Nanjia, the most cultivated Zuo Shi, had hidden anxiety on his fair face.
It seems that he is very afraid of the mysterious existence hiding in the dark.
Gua!
A frog croaked, breaking the silence in the venue.
The black spot that was originally solidified seemed to melt with this cry, turning into a ball of black air, running towards the void dozens of feet away. As it appeared, Zuo Shi, who was covered with black gauze,
Qiu Nanjia picked up seven or eight silver flying needle-like magic weapons in his hand, and quickly threw them in the direction of the black energy!
Ding! Ding! Ding!
The flying needle seemed to have touched solid metal and was blocked head-on at a distance of five feet. Only the black air seemed to be unimpeded as it ran towards the depths of the grass.
Wow! Wow! Wow!
In the withered and green grass, three huge fireballs flashed out one after another. The fireballs came very quickly and broke out almost at the same time. The black smoke was dispersed by the air waves, but condensed again not far away, running towards
Deeper in the grass.
"The wind is coming!"
Liao Shenchang recited a sentence softly, and his whole body instantly sat cross-legged, becoming majestic and solemn. Three waves of air rushed out from his body, one quickly pursued the black mist, and the other two chose almost the opposite direction, forming a flanking attack on the left and right.
The force of the air wave was like a fast-swimming python, rolling forward in the grass. The initial power of the air wave was not great, but it seemed to be able to absorb the spiritual energy in the air. It grew rapidly, and soon it became a tornado.
The dead grass on the entire wasteland was quickly flattened or cut off by the roots, and was no longer as dense and obscure as before.
Snapped!
The two air waves met half a mile away, and there was an explosion. A thin figure emerged from the strangulation of the strong wind, and headed straight for the six Xuan-level monks among the nine.
"The wind is coming!"
Liao Shenchang didn't look panicked. The strong wind that was originally dragged outside dissipated in an instant and returned to his side, forming a whirlpool shape, getting bigger and bigger until it reached the size of fifty steps. As his arm was slightly raised
, that wind wall quickly flew towards the six Xuanji who were guarding one place, guarding them in the center.
"snort!"
The skinny figure let out a cold snort. Seeing that he was unable to achieve success, he did not retreat. Instead, he floated in the air, clasped his hands together, and began to chant. Suddenly, the knocking sound that had dissipated resounded in his ears again.
The sound penetrated the wind wall, and one of them, who had a slightly lower level of cultivation, suddenly started bleeding from all his orifices, as if he had been seriously injured by the sound wave.
Several green vines quickly sprang out from the soles of the injured monk's feet, entangling him on the spot. Dots of green light sprinkled from the star-shaped leaves and penetrated into the injured man's skin. The blood quickly transpired and dissipated, and his pale body
His face turned rosy again. This was the work of Chen Xuanqing, the remaining prefecture-level monk. At this time, he was not wearing any magic weapon and seemed to have extra combat power that he had not yet used.
"Who are you, and why do you want to hold back?" The skinny figure stepped back, floating in the air and asked, his voice extremely penetrating.
"We are the descendants of Lord Tianlei Equisetum. According to the agreement between him and Venerable Yuanchu during his lifetime, we want to enter the ruins and take away the remains of our ancestors."
"Impossible! The Sky Thunder Equisetum has been wiped out for a long time." The skinny figure said with certainty, "Moreover, with my Ancient Fire Rong here, it is impossible for you to let you enter the cave of Lord Yuanchu."
What answered him was a painting floating past.
"Qi Fanyi is a man of first-class character?" The skinny figure recognized the man in the painting. His voice changed slightly, but he did not intend to give up. "It seems that you have killed him."
He looked up to the sky and sighed, as if he had lost a lot.
"Now that this is the case, our fate is over, just like a light goes out. I no longer have to worry about the kindness of my old friends on Baishan Mountain."
"Qi Fanyi has already told everything, is there still a need for a fight? Why don't we open up and let's take the remains of Lord Tianlei Equisetum and leave." The woman whose face was covered by black gauze interrupted his emotion.
"That's not a bad tone." Spiritual power suddenly appeared in the hand of the skinny figure, and the scroll turned into a pile of dust and scattered everywhere, "Do you think Qi Fan understands the real me once we have had some interactions with each other?"
"If this is the case," Qiu Nanjia, the Zuo envoy who was covered in black gauze, said, "then don't blame us for being rude." As soon as she finished speaking, the black mist that she didn't know where to pursue suddenly appeared on the skinny face.
The figure rushed into his body.
"Don't even think about it! This level of soul impact can't do anything to me!"
The skinny figure soared into the sky, and at the same time, thirty-six huge iron plate-like black stone tablets floated from all around. Over the entire wasteland, a dark wind howled, as if the end of the world was approaching.
"Formation! He has been guarding the tomb for so many years, and his energy has long been exhausted. He will not be able to hold on for long!"
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Chixiamen, Langgu Town.
The team of casual cultivators who had been flying around for two hours decided to rest here. The casual cultivators teamed up and went out in twos and threes to "grab the grass in the valley". In fact, they were robbing the business travelers who had not followed in the past.
Jiang Feng just learned that this team also has a very unsophisticated name, called "Red Yellow", and the leader's name is Huang Xie, who is from the Wei State. At this moment, he, Yan Baihu, and Lu Gouzi are gathering together to discuss tomorrow's itinerary.
The three of them have no interest in the drudgery of robbing ordinary business travelers. However, as a military advisor, Lu Gouzi is often responsible for purchasing better quality trophies from casual cultivators. Although they do not go out, they are also very good at purchasing.
You can make a lot of money.
The leader who has to worry about the livelihood of everyone more than me should be happy, Jiang Feng thought to himself.
Kuang Shucai came over seemingly unintentionally and whispered, "Caishu, do you want to go to the city to gamble?"
"Do you think my name is suitable for gambling?" Jiang Feng rolled his eyes at him, thinking that the other party used his own name, he was angry and funny, but he didn't suffer much loss and had already regained his position.
"Hey, I'm going then. Brother Caishu, you have to be careful."
"Okay." Jiang Feng responded. He knew that Kuang Shucai just found an excuse to be alone to prepare for the trip to the valley. Everyone has their own secrets, and naturally there is no need to expose them in person. With his "little bitch" character, he can gamble money
?
Ah!
Fortunately, he also had to secretly refine the long sword "Mo Di", so he needed to find a quiet place and could not go with Kuang Shucai. And this must be done before entering the valley, otherwise he would be passive.
It is enough to refine the seven-pointed gray crystal, but I still lack a Dharma form, but for the time being, there seems to be no suitable opportunity.
So he quietly left the team, found a teahouse in Langgu Town, and borrowed an empty room. He did not go to the tavern or hotel. There were many people there, and maybe there were people from the team there.
It's quiet at night.
Jiang Feng injected the last ray of spiritual energy into "Mo Di", and with an inaudible clang, the magical weapon obtained from Chu Yiming finally changed hands.
However, he suddenly discovered what a broken skill this was.