Sensing something was wrong, Zhang Xiaohui quickly reacted and waved his hand to hit him in the back.
There was only a soft sound, the pink beads exploded, and a burst of pink gas was released.
What is this?
Zhang Mu doesn't seem to have such a thing in his memory. Where did he get it?
He didn't know, but Zhao Qianer, who was sitting outside the venue, was stunned. Wasn't this charm bead given to Zhang Mu by her? How could she not use it until now?
It's no wonder that Zhang Mu didn't know much about the things on his body before. He only knew how to use powerful and familiar things that could save his life, so he didn't use them.
Speaking of which, this charm bead seems very ordinary, but if it is broken into pieces, no matter what level of cultivation the monk is, without preparation, he will fall into an irregular state of obsession.
This thing is very precious. It is the essence that Zhao Qian'er cultivates. Only one grain can be refined after a very complicated process.
But looking at Zhang Mu, it seemed that he didn't know the function of this thing. If he didn't seize this opportunity, it would be dangerous after the pink mist dissipated.
"Brother Mu, this is the charm bead, take action quickly!" Zhao Qian'er warned.
Zhang Mu suddenly realized that this was a charm bead, and he was really confused.
Can this small charm bead be enough to confuse a monk in the Nascent Soul stage?
Yes, Zhang Xiaohui is indeed a monk in the Nascent Soul stage, but he has only half-stepped into the Nascent Soul stage. He used some secret technique to suppress him to the middle stage of the Golden Core, making it impossible for anyone to detect.
But regardless of whether it was true or not, there was no room for maneuver, so we had to bite the bullet and charge forward.
With a flip of one hand, the Meteor Sword appeared in his hand. He exerted force under his feet and rushed towards Zhang Xiaohui!
The pink mist was indeed very powerful, and it confused Zhang Xiaohui.
But she has practiced the art of charm herself, and she can't be charmed for long at all.
The mana in the body is activated, and the dizzy feeling dissipates.
At this moment, she felt a sword wind coming quickly, and she couldn't help but panic.
This cannot be said about her. After all, no matter what level of cultivation a monk is, without any protective measures, he is basically stronger than ordinary people.
Even though she is a demon cultivator, her main practice is not to use the body as a magic weapon, but to use some powerful magic skills.
Zhang Xiaohui felt really speechless. She didn't want to kill him, but he still attacked her. There was no use regretting it. She could only blame herself for being confused.
Feeling the cold edge of the sword on her neck, Zhang Xiaohui looked at Zhang Mu sideways and said nothing.
"Why don't you take action?" Zhang Xiaohui said with a smile.
Zhang Mu suddenly smiled and said: "No matter what, I want to thank you, you lost!"
Zhang Xiaohui was stunned for a moment, then chuckled, glanced at Zhang Mu, and walked away.
"Auntie, are you helping me?" Zhang Mu whispered.
No matter what, this tenth battle can be regarded as being won by Zhang Mu in a daze, which also means that Qingzhou can be saved.
As for the monks in the demon world, they naturally would not give up easily, but they could not break their promises, so they could only retreat to Wanku Mountain, a thousand miles away, as a base, and wait for opportunities in the future.
Regardless of these, Zhang Mu has accomplished a great feat this time, and the reward is naturally indispensable.
There was nothing surprising about Motoya's reward, it just made him the nominal hall master and in charge of a newly-established hall, but he knew that this was just in name only, just for show.
However, Zhang Mu doesn't care about these at all. Now that he has planned to build his own new force, he naturally doesn't care about his status in Qingfeng Valley.
But then again, the greater his status in Qingfeng Valley, there will be no obstacles in doing things in the future, and it will probably help him a lot.
But this time, the reward from Qingzhou's top management is indeed something to be happy about.
Zhang Mu and everyone were excited about the millions of low-level spiritual stones. This was Meng Zhilan's first fortune.
Although it looks like there are millions of spiritual stones, these spiritual stones are all hoarded by hundreds of thousands of monks in Qingzhou, and they are just a drop in the bucket.
These spiritual stones can be used to purchase spiritual grass, and then cultivate spiritual fields that can be planted in the dreamland. Then the use of spiritual grass will be much more convenient.
Zhang Mu also had a headache with the elixir. One or two pills would be fine, but there were more than a few thousand of them for Xue Nu alone, which was indeed enough to give Zhang Mu a headache.
Then there are some magic weapons and defensive clothing, as well as the most important sect defense formation.
Although there is a blue mist guarding the periphery of the Dream Land, it is impossible to say that the high-level monk will enter. That would be a heavy blow to Dream Blue, whose wings are not very full, and it should not be careless!
It's just that this kind of sect formation is no more rare than other formations. It is basically created by dozens or even hundreds of formation masters. The time and resources required are even more outrageous.
Recently, Zhang Mu doesn't have to worry about this. After all, Qingzhou has just calmed down, and they are busy using the things they harvested this time for their own use, and auctioning off the unusable ones to others. However, Qingzhou's
Some monks filled their pockets, which was no less than what Zhang Mu earned.
This baptism almost reduced the number of monks in Qingzhou by 20 to 30%, greatly jeopardizing the foundation of Qingzhou.
Fortunately, the monks in other states did not seem to be burning with tar, which made the monks in Qingzhou shout lucky, otherwise Qingzhou would not be able to withstand a battle.
Preliminary calculations show that without fifty years of development, Qingzhou would never be able to return to its original appearance, which is disappointing.
These things have nothing to do with Zhang Mu. As long as Sun Xing can be happy, Zhang Mu feels that what he does is right.
What Zhang Mu has to do now is not to practice, but to repay his love debt.
Nangong Wan'er's injury also stabilized. After winning in Qingzhou, she was brought back to Yunzhou by Fairy Qinyue, which really made Zhang Mu feel pity.
But we already know that Wan'er is Nangong Wan'er. Naturally, nothing will happen to Qinyue Sect in Yunzhou. It won't be too late to visit her when the time comes in the future.
What Zhang Mu misses the most now is Hu Meier. After all, he owes her too much.
Because of a previous misunderstanding, I actually stabbed her with a sword. Thinking about it, I feel deeply guilty.
After half a month of training, Zhang Mu told Sun Xing and took Liu Li and others out of Qingfeng Valley, planning to call the rest of the brothers up.
As the leader of the hall, Zhang Mu naturally has a lot of power and can also recruit some of his confidants.
Otherwise, I will always feel unsafe in Qingfeng Valley.
After all, old man Lu Li has been killed by Zhang Mu. Although his body has been destroyed, Wu Miao and Mo Yu who ran away have not returned to the valley. There is no guarantee that they will clear up the matter, so it is better to build it as soon as possible.
I need some strength of my own so that I can compete with the Lu family's children, otherwise I will be too passive.
After leaving Qingfeng Valley, Zhang Mu and his group of nine people first drove towards the Forest of Steles with their swords in hand.
...
Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar small forest of steles, Zhang Mu felt uneasy. There were too many things happening here.
First Hu Mei'er, then Xi'er, made her realize that things in the world are unpredictable, and it is not something that he, a foundation-building monk, can change now.
Now Zhang Mu realizes how much he desires to pursue a strong belief.
Only when one's own strength is strong can he be freed from his shackles, and neither heaven nor earth can be moved by him!
At that time, can everything be undone?
"Li Zi, you guys wait for me here, I'll go in and take a look first." Waving his hand, Zhang Mu walked towards the forest.
Neither Liu Li nor the others spoke, watching him disappear into the forest.
The feet stepped on the fallen leaves, making a "squeaking" sound, which was very harsh.
However, Zhang Mu didn't care about this at all. He just wanted to find Hu Meier so that he could make up for what he owed her.
But walking around, Zhang Mu saw no sign of Hu Meier.
It has been two or three years. After all, it has been so long. There are no powerful monsters in this small forest of steles. It is difficult to say whether she is still here.
Zhang Mu radiated his consciousness and looked around, hoping to see traces of Hu Meier, but he was disappointed.
"Hey, Mei'er, where have you been?" She sighed softly and slowly sat down by the tree, closing her eyes and concentrating.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Mu slowly opened his eyes and saw Liu Li and others standing around, looking like they had been waiting all night.
"You are here."
Liu Lidao: "Muzi, I think Miss Meier should leave here."
Yesterday, I almost searched this small forest of steles. Except for some tigers, jackals, etc., there was no trace of Hu Meier. I thought maybe she really left here.
"Maybe." Zhang Mu looked around, sighed, and said, "Forget it, we will meet each other if we are destined, let's go."
Then, the nine people started to rush again, flying towards Wolongpo not far away!
...
Wolongpo is still the same as before, nothing has changed, except that things have changed and people have changed.
"Brother, I'm going to call the brothers!" After receiving Zhang Mu's permission, Jiang Shaojin ran up the slope.
As for Jiang Shaolin and the others, they were very familiar with this place and began to pick wild fruits around to satisfy their cravings.
A few people were eating fruits and chatting, and time passed by...
It took about half a stick of incense, but Jiang Shaojin still hadn't come back.
"How come you haven't come back after being in there for so long? Did something happen?" Zhang Mu asked worriedly.
Although they didn't know each other for a long time, they still got along well with each other and had become very familiar with each other.
Jiang Shaolin frowned and said: "I don't know. According to the area of Wolongpo, it should take just a cup of tea to come back."
Liu Lidao: "Could it be..."
Zhang Mu touched his nose with his hand and asked: "Shaolin, are there any hidden caves for monks or powerful monsters in this area?"
Jiang Shaolin shook his head without thinking: "Probably not. I haven't seen it in these years."
"Oh, this is strange." Suddenly, Zhang Mu shouted: "Don't think about it, Shao Jin is not weak. If he hasn't come back after a while, he must have encountered difficulties. Let's go and have a look!"
Several people nodded, and the sword flew towards the Wolongpo stronghold...