The spring in the desert was too late to lift the green clothes, so it was replaced by the scorching summer, and Mu Jun crouched behind a windy rock mound for almost an hour, holding his breath and staring at the scorpion and snake facing each other five zhang away. The giant scorpion, which is three feet long, has a two-zhang long tail spine, shaking two giant claws, moving left and right, the black and shiny tail spines are always facing the opposite side, and two feet away from it is a triangular dark cyan giant snake, and its scarlet letter sways in the air from time to time.

The last time he went to Poplar City to sell scorpion tails, the head told Mu Jun that if he could capture these poisons alive, the spirit stones would at least triple. After returning to the desert, Mu Jun found that using the formation method was the best strategy after many experiments, so she spent a lot of money to buy a spirit pet bag, just to hold these living poisons.

The giant scorpion couldn't bear it anymore and rushed towards the giant snake, and the two of them fought as if no one was around. Mu Jun aimed at the opportunity, pinched the trick with both hands, and urged the spirit seed: three breaths, twenty-seven vines emerged from the surface, after two breaths, the vines staggered into runes, and after four breaths, the formation was formed. The two giants fought each other, unconcerned about the changes taking place around them. No, to be exact, it was the giant scorpion that didn't care, the giant claw clamped the snake's body, and the black tail thorn pierced into the snake's belly. The giant snake shook the giant and tried to break free, Mu Jun stood outside the array, looking at the despair in its giant eyes, rubbing his nose, his eyes deviated, his hands pinched the trick, and the vines flew like living creatures around the two giant claws of the giant scorpion, and the three vines were wrapped around its tail thorns, looking like a rice dumpling from afar.

The half-dead giant snake was also tied by vines, and Mu Jun squatted in front of its big head, suddenly remembering the giant python in the blue and brown secret realm. Sighing slightly, he reached out and touched its eyes: "You and I met too late!" With a wave of his hand, he threw the giant snake into the spirit pet bag. This is the giant scorpion of the winner. Struggling desperately, Mu Jun patted its giant claw: "I'm sorry." This is called a fight between snakes and scorpions, and the hunter wins. With a wave of his hand, he also threw it into the spirit pet bag, allowing the two of them to keep their friends and foes warm again.

Riding a motorcycle transformed by phantom wood, Mu Jun roared through the vast and lonely deserted Gobi, and met several waves of people from afar on the road, all raised their hands to greet them, and then returned to their own ways. After three years in the desert, Mu Jun has slowly become accustomed to the rules here. And began to learn to take advantage of these rules. She finally understood why she was robbed as soon as she entered the desert: when she first arrived, she had to worship the mountain.

The seven people who robbed the road at the beginning were the landlords on the road leading to the Barren Hidden Valley, and lived in Heiyuntou. Mu Jun didn't realize it until two years later, when they learned that she was a disciple of the inner sect of the Yunhua Sect, and it was only a symbolic collection of a thousand lower spirits. For these perennial Dao robber monks, a thousand spirits are not even a mosquito leg. Mu Jun saw a lot later. At the same time, I realized that Liyue took her to rob the black cloud head at the beginning, just to tell her that in this realm: it doesn't matter if you don't cultivate enough, but you must be bold. Cultivation will eventually go up. If the heart is timid, the way forward will be lost.

Mu Jun walked through the windy rock sand dunes and gathered the phantom wood outside the poplar gate. When Wang Qi at the gate of the city saw her, he raised his hand to greet her. Mu Jun raised his hand and threw him a small jar of spirit wine, and he took a sip. Wang Qi smiled and stuffed the wine jar into the storage bag. handed Mu Jun a spirit plant bag: "Some time ago, the shopkeeper Wang got a few special spirit seeds, so he kept them for you. ”

"Thank you," Mu Jun's divine sense probed in, and sure enough, there were four spirit species that he had never seen, and raised his hand to salute Wang Qi: "Thank you for your trouble." ”

"It's okay, it's just a gesture. Wang Qi waved his hand, and his bright smile made it impossible to see his jaw.

Mu Jun went to the old place to sell the two poisons, and her divine sense probed the spirit stones in the storage bag, which made her feel a lot happier. Passing through the wide sandstone paved street, Mu Jun's gaze swept across the opposite street, and there were four men in navy blue military uniforms standing quietly with their hands down, raising their eyebrows and looking at the 'utensils pavilion' on the opposite street, and their thoughts turned darkly: the Hong family of the desolate Gobi.

As soon as he turned the corner, Mu Jun received a sword letter from the trace: "Return quickly!" After listening to it twice in a row, Mu Jun was sure that he had indeed heard correctly, just two words. Mu Jun quickened his pace, and his heart turned a few times: Could it be that there is a space-time crack somewhere? Thinking of this, his hand subconsciously brushed the spirit plant bag, paused, and turned around and rushed towards the spirit seed store.

"What kind of spirit seed does the monk need today?" the clerk greeted Mu Jun familiarly.

"Well," Mu Jun glanced at the various spirit seeds, "the cheapest spirit seed." ”

"If you have to smoke the spirit seed, you can get ten taels of spirit. The clerk pointed to the grass seed in the corner.

"......" is really cheap, but this spirit seed can't be used to set up formations: "Are there any other cheap wood spirit species?"

"This ......" The clerk scratched his head, patted his head, took a corner of the counter, and slipped out of the spirit planting bag: "Good fruit spirit seed, a total of fifty spirit products." ”

Mu Jun's divine sense probed into the spirit plant, his expression froze, and his eyebrows suddenly rose, and he took out fifty spirit pins: "Just it." ”

When Mu Jun passed by the street opposite the 'Artifact Pavilion' again, four men in navy blue military uniforms were still standing with their hands down, and the male cultivator in the smoke-blue wide-sleeved robe led the cloud-robed wide-sleeved woman out of the 'Artifact Pavilion' hall, Mu Jun's eyes swept over the face of the female cultivator, and after a pause, he turned his gaze as if nothing had happened, and ran towards the city gate.

When Mu Jun ran back to the Barren Hidden Valley, Jianji was standing on the boat, meditating or in a daze on the lake?

"The spiritual power enchantment of the Desolate South Mountain Range is unstable, tomorrow night is the full moon once in a hundred years, there must be a powerful relic mansion in the world, you go with me. Jianji looked at the surface of the lake and said lightly: "Prepare the spirit seed." ”

"......" Mu Jun pouted: "Understood." ”

The next day, as soon as the sky was slightly bright, Mu Jun put away his things and stood at the mouth of the valley to wait for the traces. Mu Jun rode the phantom wood and prepared to follow behind Jianji, he raised his eyebrows and looked at it twice, and said, "It's too noisy!" and carried Mu Jun to his flying sword.

Mu Jun stood behind the trace, staring at his back, and secretly slandered: At this speed, when you reach the South Mountain Range, you won't even have a single hair. Suddenly, I remembered that the person I saw in Huyang City yesterday thought that she must have come for this, alas......

In the middle of the moon, Mu Jun faintly saw the South Mountain Range, and several flying sword spiritual power halos loomed under the moonlight. Mu Jun was a little excited, there must be a lot of treasures in the powerful relics, and I don't know if I have the luck to get one or two. Mu Jun looked up at the sky and the moon, the golden halo was slowly expanding, as if the golden stars were tilting down, she always felt that this scene was very familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it.

Towards two o'clock, the spiritual power of the valley west of the South Mountain Range fluctuated strongly, but in a moment, a large hall appeared in the moonlit night, which was too far away for Mu Jun to see the specific appearance, only felt that its style was a bit like a temple. Mu Jun glanced at the traces of the caged, hesitated for a few moments, looked up and asked him, "Senior brother, won't we go over?"

"The hour has not yet come. Jianji's gaze swept over Mu Jun's face, and saw that her eyes were shining, and she was silent: "Wait until the relics disappear." ”

After the relics disappeared?Mu Jun blinked suspiciously, what kind of treasure was he looking for when he disappeared??......

"Senior brother doesn't go to the relics to look for opportunities?" Mu Jun stared at him.

"I don't practice Buddha. Jianji's expression was faint, and he lowered his eyes to see the loss on Mu Jun's face, and thought for a while: "With your cultivation, you won't be able to grab any opportunities, if you are not careful, you will definitely be in danger of your life." ”

"......" Mu Jun opened his mouth, wanting to say that anyone with a lower cultivation level than me could enter, but remembering that person was a 'son of luck', he stopped thinking.

Mu Jun followed Jianji to stand at the head of the East Mountain for seven days, Mu Jun could feel the divine sense of Jianji sweeping the western barrier from time to time, remembering the scene of measuring the spiritual root in Shuiyue City, and guessing if Jianji was the main divine cultivator. Divine cultivation must have an inherently powerful divine sense, remembering his golden world of sea of knowledge, which is vast and heavy, but full of sharpness.

When the relic slowly disappeared into the air, Jianji flew to the valley to the west with Mu Jun, and just walked to the mouth of the valley, he met the men and women who came together. The man in the smoky blue robe, between his eyebrows was like two drops of water staggered, one white and one black, this was the pattern of the heaven-level golden water spirit root Jin Dan overhaul. When the two saw Jianji and Mu Jun stop flying their swords, the smoke-blue man leaned over and raised his hand to pinch the trick with Jianji: "Fellow Daoist, it's been a long time." ”

"Hong Daoyou," Jianji also pinched back the Pingling ceremony.

"The hedge has seen a major repair. The cloud-clothed wide-sleeved female cultivator next to the man in the smoke-blue robe made a junior salute with a faint expression.

"Mu Jun has seen major repairs. Mu Jun also performed the junior salute.

The hedge's eyes fell on Mu Jun's face, and he was silent and made a peer salute to Mu Jun, Mu Jun raised his eyebrows and raised his hand to return to her. Jianji's eyes fell lightly on the body of the hedge, and after two breaths, his gaze fell back to Mu Jun, and he frowned slightly.

The four of them passed by again, each going their own way, Mu Jun secretly thought: I don't know where the hedge learned that there is a relic here?

Entering the valley, sure enough, two space-time cracks appeared, according to the old rules, the cracks were repaired, and Mu Jun laid out the formation. A day later, Jianji looked at the pink spirit plant array all over the valley, the corners of his eyes couldn't help twitching, Mu Jun stood on one side, looking at the pink world, and was in a good mood: Let me produce a spirit seed by myself, and I will disgust you. Maybe in the future, the entire Hidden Mountains will be full of pink good fruit trees.

It is said that after seeing this kind of spiritual plant, a Buddhist monk saw that it had been pink for a lifetime, but it had produced green fruits, so he smiled and joked: "In the end, you will get good fruits." (To be continued......)