Chapter 135: The Furball and the Monkey

"Thank you to the Daoist friends of the Wanyan Sect for their help, the poor Dao is a dust, and the elders of the One Sword Sect are guarding the pavilion. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 Although Xie Yan did not identify himself, the Wind Resisting Technique was a magical power that only the elders of the Dao Yan Sect could learn, and this old Dao naturally recognized it at a glance.

"With a lot of effort, you don't have to worry about it."

Xie Yan smiled and returned the salute.

The monkey's stick before looked extremely turbulent, but in fact, Lao Dao did not receive any substantial damage, because when Xie Yan was saving him, he found a cracked jade talisman in his chest, and all the power of the stick before thinking about it was borne by the jade talisman. The way of the talisman is extremely profound, so far Xie Yan has only drawn a few basic paper talismans, and the power of the jade talisman is still above the paper talisman, which belongs to the deep talisman that can only be touched by building a foundation.

"And even if I don't make a move, Yichen Daoist should be fine." Xie Yan was referring to the matter of the jade talisman.

"That talisman was found by me from an ancient ruin, it can help me die three times, I have used it twice before, I never thought that this third time would be used here." It's also a pity to be in the dust.

The jade talisman is extremely valuable, and few people are able to make this kind of talisman nowadays.

Not to mention the high-grade jade talisman like the substitute talisman, this kind of thing, in addition to being found in the ancient ruins, cannot be purchased at all in the talisman shops outside. Even if it appears, it is always at auction, and the price is ridiculously high.

"I was injured by the monster before, the consumption was very large, and then I was attacked by the monkey with a stick, although the substitute charm blocked the disaster, but if it wasn't for the help of Taoist friends, I'm afraid I wouldn't have escaped so easily, in short, this life-saving grace, I wrote it down." After Yichenzi regretted two sentences, he responded to Xie Yan's previous question with a straight face.

Xie Yan smiled, it can be seen from this that this dusty person is quite good.

"I don't know how Yichenzi Daoyou could get into trouble with that monster?"

"I'm unlucky."

Yichenzi Lao Dao also sat down, he was actually not too seriously injured, the pranayama just now had almost recovered him, and when he saw Xie Yan and Guo Ling'er sitting next to the fire, he also came over.

"Lao Dao came here this time with the intention of collecting some sword grinding stones to refine the natal sword, every time I came here in the past, I was able to take away the required sword grinding stones smoothly, but I didn't expect that this time I came here and happened to meet this monster napping on the sword grinding stone, and accidentally alarmed it."

The sword grinding stone is a special stone, and there is a layer of sand condensed by gold elements on the surface of the stone, through which the sand can be continuously polished the magic sword, which is a rare treasure for sword cultivation. However, this kind of thing is difficult to keep for a long time, even if it is placed in a storage bag, the quality of the grinding stone will continue to decline, and only the newly unearthed grinding stone is the best.

In the Yuan Sea area, there is only one place where the sword grinding stone is unearthed, and that is the Ghost Mountain Range.

"What kind of monster is that?"

Xie Yan asked.

He asked himself to read a lot of ancient books, when he was in the tenth peak, no one cared about him, he almost looked through all the books in the Daoyan Sect Library Pavilion, and he knew many unpopular things, but the hairball that appeared before, he really hadn't seen it.

"Stubborn furballs, a weird monster, can't be killed at all, and once they are entangled in it, it's hard to get out."

Thinking of this, Yichen Lao Dao couldn't help but show a look of happiness.

There are too many strange things in the Ghost Mountain Range, and it's good to meet a stubborn hairball, but if you meet that kind of evil thing that survived in ancient times, you can explain it directly.

"Naughty furballs?"

Xie Yan thought about the appearance of the monster before, and felt that it was appropriate.

Although the monster was uncertain, most of it was still in the form of a hairball, and judging from the way it was still very happy in the face of a dusty sword qi before, it also met the name of stubbornness.

"Where's the monkey in the back?"

Xie Yan remembered the monkey that swept over later.

The pure golden monkey hair, the demon wind surging between the shots, and the stick method is also a first-class domineering, not losing the Dao method of the foundation building realm.

"Golden Flame Monkey, this monkey is an ancient alien species, it is said that the ancestors jumped out of the stone, and the bloodline is very powerful." Yichenzi is worthy of being an elder of the One Sword Sect, and he has lived longer than Xie Yan, and he knows a lot of knowledge that cannot be seen in books.

"This demon is naturally powerful, you don't need to cultivate, you are a demon king when you become an adult!"

Xie Yan didn't know how powerful the so-called demon king was, and it was estimated that even if it was a dust, he couldn't figure it out.

"No wonder it's a tie with that hairball." Xie Yan nodded thoughtfully.

"Although this monkey is powerful, he rarely comes out and walks around, and he is extremely territorial, and any life that enters his territory will be attacked by him." Speaking of this, Yichen added. Lao Dao was also swept out by a monkey with a stick before, but when Xie Yan rescued him, he was not in the monkey's territory, otherwise he might not have left.

"I made such a big move before just to lure this monkey out and use it to get out of trouble."

Xie Yan was relieved.

How can you say that this dust is also an elder of the One Sword Sect, and it is not enough for a person to go crazy in the Ghost Mountain Range stupidly, and now it seems that the reason for making a movement is really to save himself.

"It's almost nightfall now, and there's no way to leave."

Yichenzi walked to the door, looked at the sky, and said helplessly.

He had planned to take a few sword grinding stones and go back, but he didn't expect to encounter such trouble, and now he is still stranded in the Ghost Mountain Range.

"Although the mountain range is dangerous during the day, there is still a way to live, but at night, the danger increases tenfold, and I have heard that someone once saw a black warship in the middle of the mountain, with headless soldiers patrolling on board, and someone saw a sword singing and a bird crying in the air."

These scenes have been seen, and they are absolutely real.

Xie Yan listened to the novelty, so he asked a few more questions. He had also been in the Ghost Mountain Range for a while, but at that time he didn't know the danger at all, and he stayed there day and night, but the strange thing was that he didn't encounter any danger, which may have something to do with the old monk he met.

The monk's power to suppress the evil land is by no means an idle person.

Just as a few of them were chatting, three more figures rushed in from the outside, these three people looked very embarrassed, and there was a long button on the left chest of the leader, and I don't know what kind of monster scratched it. These three people are the lame old men who had a relationship with Xie Yan before.

"Finally escaped."

"It's safe to enter the mountain temple, we'll stay here for one night and set off tomorrow."

After the three of them entered the temple, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

It's just that as soon as they looked up, they saw Xie Yan and the three of them sitting next to the fire, Guo Ling'er and Yichenzi said that when they saw Xie Yan, the faces of the three changed at the same time.

It's the poisoner!

"Before... Predecessor? The lame old man said in astonishment.