Just when Shen Junyuan was staring at Luo Yuanjing's movements with great thought, in a hut in the mountains, Jiang Yunqi suddenly opened his eyes.

A strong sense of vigilance hung over him.

Taking a slight breath, Jiang Yunqi looked at the bed on the other side, and it was really empty.

I don't know when he and Shen Junyuan had an inexplicable connection.

Just like just now, the strange feeling that suddenly surged in his heart was because he felt Shen Junyuan's mood. Jiang Yunzhen shook his head, stepped off the bed, and reached out to explore Shen Junyuan's bed, there was still residual warmth on the bed, thinking that Shen Junyuan had not been away for long.

Looking down at Fang Cai's feeling of being in danger and his heartstrings tightening, Jiang Yunqi frowned slightly, and walked out in his clothes.

Could it be that Shen Junyuan is in danger?

Jiang Yunqi paused, and a deep worry surged in his heart.

Naturally, he was not worried about Shen Junyuan's fall, but afraid that Shen Junyuan would be in danger, but would get a greater opportunity.

After thinking for a moment, Jiang Yunqi turned his steps to a path in the mountains.

He didn't want to look for Shen Junyuan, but suddenly remembered that when Zhang Muhai left that day, he said that he had left something for him. He had been eating and living with Shen Junyuan for the past few days, so he didn't go to get those things immediately.

At this moment, Shen Junyuan didn't know where he was, he just went to pick up what Zhang Muhai had left.

Since Zhang Muhai had left the sect, his residence was taken back by the sect. On that day, Zhang Muhai said that he had something to leave for Jiang Yunqi, so Jiang Yunqi gave him a one-turn magic bead that he had refined, and asked Zhang Muhai to bury it in the ground as a mark.

That bead Jiang Yunqi had already been refined, and at this time, as long as his mind moved, he could detonate it, and then he only needed to observe the movement in the forest attentively, and he could know where the things Zhang Muhai left him were buried.

Bang.

A flat land in the forest was scattered in an instant, and suddenly, Jiang Yunqi recalled his first confrontation with Zhang Muhai.

On that day, he hid a turn of beads in his baggage and injured Zhang Muhai's hand, who would have expected what happened later, which made the two of them feel a sense of sympathy.

After settling down, Jiang Yunqi walked towards the dusty place.

A small crater about a foot wide had been blasted into the ground. Jiang Yunqi leaned down and dug around along the small pit, and soon dug up a small box.

opened the box, and a letter fell into Jiang Yunchi's eyes.

Zhang Muhai looked strange that day, and finally didn't say anything, leaving only one sentence: "Lao Tzu has something to say to you...... Well, it's all in Lao Tzu's letter. ”

What does Zhang Muhai want to say to him?

With some curiosity in his heart, Jiang Yunqi spread out the letter, but suddenly laughed dumbly.

I saw that the letter read:

Yun Qin (crossed out) sound (crossed out) 殳 (crossed out) Xin (crossed out) ......

Line after line on the letterhead, all of them were crossed out by Zhang Muhai.

Jiang Yunqi shook his head, his name is really so difficult to write?

Seeing that a huge piece of paper was painted only two finger widths, a puddle of ink suddenly appeared on the letterhead, as if the person who wrote the letter had written here, and he put down his pen and pondered, unaware that a puddle of ink had oozed from the tip of the pen.

Jiang Yunqi's gaze moved downward, and he finally saw three big characters that were crooked, but they could penetrate the back of the paper - don't die.

Jiang Yunqi sighed slightly, his fingers stroked the three words, and his eyes gradually sharpened.

The path of cultivation was very dangerous, and he couldn't die, because he had to go home.

After settling down, Jiang Yunqi wanted to burn the letter with fire, but after thinking about it, there was nothing wrong with this letter, and it was not impossible to keep it. He put the letter away.

The mountain wind is getting stronger and the night is getting darker, and I am afraid that a heavy rain is coming.

Jiang Yunqi waved away his thoughts and carefully examined the other things in the box.

However, the more he looked, the more frightened Jiang Yunqi became.

Zhang Muhai actually left him a whole box of thundering beads!

If you want to talk about the origin of this thundering pearl, I am afraid it goes back to thousands of years ago. There was once a monk who practiced penance all day long, and suddenly one day a novel idea came to him: since a cultivator has to cross the tribulation to become an immortal, if he directly attracts the heavenly tribulation, will he be able to become an immortal?

With this in mind, the monk spent his days pondering the method of inducing thunder, and finally he actually made a magic weapon that could attract the power of thunder and lightning, the Thunder Bead.

As soon as this bead came out, it caused a vibration in the world.

It's just that there are very few offensive attributes in low-level magic weapons, and most of them are some chicken rib attributes, or defensive attributes. And if they learn to refine the Thunder Bead, then the low-level cultivators also have a strong power of self-preservation.

However, this thundering pearl has many drawbacks.

First, the thundering bead needs the power of real thunder and lightning to be activated, and if the sky is sunny and windless, it cannot be driven.

Second, the thunder and lightning summoned by the thunder bead are not driven by people, and if you can't dodge it, it will hurt others and hurt yourself.

Three, the thundering bead is only a first order, even if you recognize the master, you can be refined again, if you fall into the hands of the enemy in the fight, it can be said that you will lift a stone and hit your own feet.

Jiang Yunqi took a deep breath, there were so many thundering beads, I don't know how long Zhang Muhai would have to refine them.

Maybe he has been refining the Thunder Bead since he entered the sect, but the disciples in the sect are not allowed to hurt their lives in private fights, so they rarely take it and use it.

And as soon as he left like this, he would bring a few thundering beads at most to defend himself, if he took them all away, he would be targeted and snatched away by someone with a higher cultivation, but it would put him in danger.

Jiang Yunqi took a deep breath, no matter what, he had recorded Zhang Muhai's friendship.

Sitting down cross-legged, Jiang Yunqi began to refine the thundering beads in this box.

Previously, Shen Junyuan had given him a book explaining the art of refining, and he had studied hard for many days, and now Jiang Yunqi is no longer the person who knew nothing about refining weapons at the beginning. Coupled with the endless refining fire in his body, Jiang Yunqi's refining speed was extremely fast.

A large number of thundering beads were refined, Jiang Yunqi's face showed a pale, and a feeling of exhaustion welled up in his heart.

Three, two, one.

Until the last Thundering Bead was also refined, Jiang Yunqi only felt that the treasure in his body was vibrating, and the originally full aura was also exhausted.

Jiang Yunqi shook his head slightly, the spiritual fire qi in his body seemed to be inexhaustible, but since he had not practiced the orthodox method of qi cultivation, the overdrawn refining magic weapon at this moment would naturally be exhausted.

Looking down at the box of thunder beads, Jiang Yunqi remembered something, and suddenly frowned.

This thundering bead is also one of his hole cards, so naturally Shen Junyuan can't let him know, so it is only appropriate to continue to bury it underground.

Buried in the ground...... These four words were like a swift lightning bolt that crossed Jiang Yunqi's heart.

An extremely bold idea suddenly popped into his mind.

On weekdays, Shen Junyuan and he often practice swords by the cold pool in the dense forest, if all the thundering beads are buried in the ground, and then choose a rainy night with thunder and lightning, and all of them are detonated, then ......

Jiang Yunqi got up suddenly, and the cold glint in his eyes flashed.

Previously, the system said that if he reached the third transformation within three years, he could start the follow-up plot.

Therefore, he always put the promotion and cultivation in the most important position.

However, in fact, he can be completely free from the mercy of the system.

If Shen Junyuan died, wouldn't the task of this world be completed, why should he train hard to the third turn.

It's just that he hadn't really driven the Thunder Bead before, so he had to try its power before it was proper.

Jiang Yunqi looked at the dark mountains, the wind pressed against the woods, as if a group of beasts were whispering.

A storm is coming.

He suddenly turned and walked towards the mountain.

Taking advantage of the thunderstorm tonight, why don't he try the power of this thundering bead?

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In the Tibetan Temple.

Shen Junyuan looked at Luo Yuanjing with a cold expression.

What kind of treasure will this third-turn monk and famous disciple bother finding?

Seeing that Luo Yuanjing had been rummaging in the Tibetan Scripture Institute for a long time, suddenly a yellowed book was suddenly carefully pulled out by Luo Yuanjing. This time, Luo Yuanjing did not immediately put the book back, but turned it page by page, as if looking for something.

Page after page.

The rustling sound of flipping books suddenly stopped, and the hall was quiet.

Shen Junyuan slowly overturned his consciousness, wanting to see what Luo Yuanjing was looking for.

However, when he looked at it like this, a trace of doubt rose in Shen Junyuan's heart, what Luo Yuanjing was looking for was just a portrait.

The person in the portrait is no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, with the corners of his eyes finely tuned, and his face is full of pride and wantonness.

Jiang Chongling.

This name is not unfamiliar to Shen Junyuan.

Jiang Chongling, at the age of fourteen, worshiped the Cloud Mirror Sect. At the age of sixteen, he became an inner disciple, and all the inner disciples of the Cloud Mirror Sect had the opportunity to enter the Burial Vessel Valley and choose a weapon that suited him. This is a monstrous opportunity in the eyes of others, because what is hidden in the Valley of Burial Vessels is the soulless immortal artifacts left by the Ascended True People. Although the spirit of the immortal weapon also soared when the real person ascended, the immortal weapon that carried the spirit of the instrument fell into the mortal dust and was imprisoned in the door by the Cloud Mirror Sect with secret techniques.

And Jiang Chongling, ten days after entering the Valley of Burial Vessels, came out empty-handed. Then he told the master that the immortal weapons in the valley did not suit his eyes, and he was unwilling to reluctantly accept them as his natal weapons.

Doesn't fit the eye.

These four words almost caused Jiang Chongling to be expelled from the mountain gate.

Perhaps Jiang Chongling's qualifications are extraordinary, and his master cherishes his talents and only punishes him to go down the mountain for three years.

However, three years later, although Jiang Chongling returned to his master's school, he brought back a broken sword, claiming to have refined it into his natal weapon.

His master remembered his past feelings and promised him that as long as he destroyed the natal weapon and chose another divine weapon, he would not be held accountable for his mistakes.

However, Jiang Chongling was unwilling, and would rather be expelled from the sect than keep the broken sword.

The real person in charge was furious and immediately expelled Jiang Chongling from the division.

The disciples in the sect secretly sneered, but only after more than a hundred years, Jiang Chongling had actually refined the Soul Realm Immortal Weapon!

The immortal artifacts born in the past world were often able to touch the Heavenly Dao because they contained the spirit of the instrument. However, Jiang Chongling's immortal weapons not only have spirits, but also can transform into shapes, and have immortal and immortal bodies.

With this primate by his side, no matter whether it is the two realms of righteousness and demon, Jiang Chongling is invincible.

Everyone thought that Jiang Chongling would enter the realm of crossing the fire and ascend to become an immortal, but to the surprise of the world, Jiang Chongling's ascension failed, his spirit was destroyed, and he left his immortal weapon without a trace.

However, at the moment, Luo Yuanjing took a lot of trouble just to see the portrait of Jiang Chongling when he was young?

Shen Junyuan's eyes became cold, and he always felt that something had been ignored by him.

He vaguely felt that what Luo Yuanjing was drawing must be the immortal artifact left behind by Jiang Chongling's death, but he couldn't figure out what the connection between that immortal artifact and this portrait was.

Wave away the thoughts in his heart, he has more important things to do at this moment, there is an opportunity to kill Luo Yuanjing and find the heavenly fire.

The mountain wind is howling, and the clouds are layered.

Luo Yuanjing stared at the portrait for a long time before putting it back into the Tibetan Academy.

Just as the book fell into the shelf, Shen Junyuan moved.

Shen Junyuan's eyes were faintly bloody, a drop of blood condensed out of thin air at his fingertips, and as the spiritual energy in his body continued to gush out, the blood bead turned into a fist-sized dragon head and flew towards Luo Yuanjing. At the moment when the blood beads burst out, Dao blood qi flew out of Shen Junyuan's body, condensing into a ring, and they were tightly bitten one by one, and in an instant, a chain emitting a bloody shadow and ghost light was formed to bind Luo Yuanjing in it.

Luo Yuanjing turned his head violently, and before he had time to think about it, he noticed a great twisting force binding him, and the qi in his body was surging, and he suddenly summoned a bronze mirror with a simple shape.

On the bronze mirror, the smoke and waves flowed, and in just a moment, the waves in the mirror slowly flowed out, hitting the blood-colored iron chain wave after wave.

Overcome rigidity with softness, water is easy to form, and good at understanding thousands of forces.

Shen Junyuan's eyes flashed cold, this flowing wave mirror is the best at cracking the fierce magic weapon. At this moment, he could perceive that the blood-colored chains were shattering one by one.

Feeling the surging blood qi in his body, Shen Junyuan's eyes were like electricity, and he violently drove the Dan Qi, and the chain released moved slightly with his thoughts, scattering into a trace of blood qi, and submerged into the water waves flowing out of the flow mirror.

No way!

Luo Yuanjing's eyes widened, and he looked at the blood-colored iron chain scattered into the water waves in horror, the form of this magic weapon is changeable, and the other party actually has four transformations of cultivation!

His pupils shrank sharply, and cold sweat broke out on Luo Yunjing's forehead, at this moment, he could only drive the aura in the Dan Aperture, gritted his teeth to defend, and had no time to fight back.

Shen Junyuan's expression was gloomy, Luo Yuanjing had already spent a lot of aura in order to drive the concealment effect of the clothes. At this point, if there was a slight slack in his defenses, he could stab the blood needle into his body.

Twenty breaths.

Luo Yuanjing's breath finally loosened a line, and Shen Junyuan immediately drove the blood qi to submerge into Luo Yuanjing's body, and as soon as this blood qi submerged, it spun rapidly, absorbing all the blood in Luo Yuanjing's body and condensing into a cloud of blood.

Luo Yuanjing struggled violently, as a disciple of Buyun Pavilion, he could learn from all the disciples on weekdays, and he could all play with ease, but how could he ever encounter such an endless situation, at this moment, his hands and feet trembled violently, as if he could feel a huge mouth in his body devouring his blood.

Just when he thought he was going to die, a trace of surprise crossed Shen Junyuan's eyes.

He only felt that a cold force absorbed all the blood qi he released, and Shen Junyuan's eyes were full of ruthlessness, driving the blood blade that had submerged into Luo Yuanjing's body, wanting to escape from the shackles of that force.

Although that power was very domineering, it made Shen Junyuan instinctively feel close.

Shen Junyuan was shocked, this power, could it be that his heavenly fire instinctively sucked away those fire qi?

Feeling that the blood blade in his body was all sucked away by the Xuanyin fire hidden on his waist, Luo Yuanjing didn't have time to think about it, and suddenly jumped out of the window.

Falling short.

Shen Junyuan's eyes flashed, today he poured all his strength into it, if he couldn't kill Luo Yuanjing, then he could only watch Luo Yuanjing return to the sect.

Between the distant mountains, a bolt of lightning suddenly fell, and a muffled thunder sounded, like the low roar of an ancient beast.

Luo Yuanjing hid his figure, but he always felt a cold aura chasing his steps.

He ran towards the dense forest in the mountains, and Shen Junyuan chased after him, his body swaying slightly.

With his qualifications in this life, it is naturally impossible to drive the Four Transformation Realm magic weapons, that magic weapons are condensed by him with his exercises and his own blood and qi, if he hurts Luo Yuanjing by five points, he himself is afraid that he will also be injured by four points.

What made Shen Junyuan even more jealous was that whenever he got close to Luo Yuanjing, there was a momentum that attracted all his blood and qi, making him unable to gather his qi and form.

The heavy rain was as dense as a curtain, and Shen Junyuan faintly felt that he might not be able to kill Luo Yuanjing today.

Shen Junyuan sighed in his heart.

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Under the gloomy shadows of the trees.

Jiang Yunqi squatted on the ground, looked at the land where the thunder beads had been buried, and suddenly took a few steps back, waiting for the next muffled thunder to fall.

The silent mountains and forests were empty, only the rustling of the wind.

Bang.

Almost as soon as the muffled thunder sounded, Jiang Yunqi triggered the thundering beads buried in the ground.

In the empty forest, a terrible scream suddenly sounded, and Jiang Yunqi was stunned.

Jiang Yunchi: "?? ”