The cobweb scout in charge of Wang Wentao was very efficient, and in just half a day, Jiang Mo got the news.

In the past five days, there will be a large-scale auction in the Eastern Xuan Domain, but the news that the spider web scouts heard has nothing about the Heavenly Spark, that is, it is basically impossible for Jiang Mo to obtain the Heavenly Spark through the auction.

"Since I can't auction it, then I'll have to go to the Fallen Mountain Range for a while. ”

When Jiang Mo left the Holy Martial Sword Sect, he handed over the affairs of the sect to Wang Wentao, He Yandong and others, respectively, and he himself quietly left the Holy Martial Sword Sect.

The Falling Mountains are about three thousand miles away from the main city of the Eastern Xuan Domain, and the Terran forces launched a very tragic battle in that mountain range, and many monks in the realm of Wuzun fell, so it is called the Falling Mountains Mountains.

After leaving the Holy Martial Sword Sect, Jiang Mo walked in the air, with his current cultivation, a distance of three thousand miles, at most a stick of incense, he could reach it.

This time, Jiang Mo did not take Xiao Chi, as soon as the latter had already transformed, from the appearance, it was no different from the human race, staying in the Holy Martial Sword Sect, he could command the Red Python Cavalry Army, and better deter the surrounding forces that were eyeing the Holy Martial Sword Sect.

Second, this time Jiang Mo went to collect the Heavenly Sparks, not for cultivation.

Looking at the ground under his feet, he quickly retreated backwards, and after a stick of incense, a rolling black mountain range like a giant dragon appeared in front of Jiang Mo.

"This is the Falling Mountain Range, it looks very magnificent!" Jiang Mo sighed lightly, he took off the cloak on his head, his head was full of white hair, and under the blowing of the mountain wind, it floated with the wind.

In order not to attract the attention of the powerful desolate beasts of the Falling Mountain Range, Jiang Mo chose to walk into it.

If it is in the sky above the Falling Mountain Range, if he walks in the sky, he will inevitably be noticed by some desolate beasts who have successfully transformed into shapes, although Jiang Mo is not afraid, but he doesn't want to cause trouble, after all, he came here to pick heavenly sparks.

His body jumped in a zigzag shape over the towering canopy of trees, like a nimble ape.

With Jiang Mo's perception, before encountering those wild beasts, he took the initiative to avoid them, and in this way, he avoided a lot of unnecessary troubles.

Sometimes they are found by the desolate beasts that occasionally come out, Jiang Mo just releases his momentum to scare them away, and if he really encounters those brutal desolate beasts, Jiang Mo will not hesitate to kill them, because this kind of desolate beast, even if you are kind and want to let them go, you may not be able to get what you want.

The mountains were undulating and wide, and according to the butler, the Skyspark was in the deepest part of the Fallen Mountains.

Along the way, Jiang Mo also saw a few places, which were razed to the ground, and for hundreds of years, there was no grass growing at all, which should be the place where the rumored Terran monks had a big battle.

After passing through these Terran battlefields of the past, Jiang Mo could be regarded as coming to the deepest part of the Falling Mountain Range.

He was about to hide his breath, and as he continued to walk, he suddenly felt several fluctuating human breaths coming.

After a moment of silence, Jiang Mo released the power of divine thought, enveloping a radius of several miles, and finally found that there were about ten people in front of him, about three miles away.

"There are still people here, and their breath is so weak!" Jiang Mo was a little surprised in his heart, in order to avoid an accident when picking the heavenly sparks, he quietly swept towards the place where the more than a dozen breaths came from.

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"Gang leader, those bastards are too hateful, not only ruining the mountain gate of my Iron Fist Gang, but also trying to kill them all!" said a middle-aged man covered in blood.

The middle-aged man had a Fang Tian painting halberd in his hand, and his figure was extremely majestic, but his face revealed a tired look.

"Tiger fell in Pingyang and was bullied by dogs, if Lu Hong of Silver Wolf Valley hadn't caught up with the big man of the Heavenly Hades Pavilion, where would he be the opponent of my Iron Fist Gang!

The leader of the Iron Fist Gang should be about fifty years old, and his figure is not as strong as the big man holding the Fang Tian Painting Halberd, but he is also very strong, and at first glance he is a practitioner who is not weak in his hands.

These two were the pillars of the Iron Fist Gang, and behind them, there were seven or eight younger disciples, all of whom had a frightened look on their faces.

They had been chased and killed by Silver Wolf Valley for nearly half a month, if they hadn't hid in the deepest part of this Fallen Mountain Range, with the advantage of their geographical advantage, their Iron Fist Gang would have been wiped out by Silver Wolf Valley long ago.

"Father, the encirclement of Silver Wolf Valley has shrunk more and more in the past few days, I'm afraid they have sent more people. An emaciated man with red lips and white teeth said.

Although this person is wearing men's clothes, his voice is as soft and beautiful as a woman, and a pair of autumn-like eyes is the yellow flower girl in the boudoir, and she may not be born with such good-looking eyes.

"Mengzhi, it's my father who is useless, so you have to suffer with your father. The leader of the Iron Fist Gang said apologetically in his voice, "When the time comes, if it is really called the group of bastards of Silver Wolf Valley, it will be surrounded." You must leave first, and you must not fall into their hands. ”

"Father rest assured, if it really comes to that point, Mengzhi will die, and he will not let those beasts take advantage. Chen Mengzhi, who was dressed as a daughter, bit her red lip and said a little stubbornly.

Hearing this, Chen He, the leader of the Iron Wolf Gang, sighed, and his old eyes were full of lingering worry.

Whew, smm, smm!

As soon as the words of the father and daughter fell, in the dense forest, there was a sound of breaking wind, and when the sound came out, there were more than a dozen black arrows, which burst towards several people as fast as a streamer.

"Be careful!" Chen He, the leader of the Iron Fist Gang, shouted, and immediately clenched his fists and smashed two iron arrows.

The seven or eight disciples of the Iron Wolf Gang reacted very quickly, and immediately pulled out the swords they were wearing and cut off the arrows that passed by.

"The bastards of Silver Wolf Valley are catching up again!" The burly man who was holding Fang Tian's halberd before scolded him.

In the dense forest, there were bursts of sneering laughter.

"Hehe, I told our group to find the remnants of the Iron Fist gang first. A one-eyed man hiding in the jungle, armed with a bow and arrow, laughed.

"Big brother, if our group eats the remnants of the Iron Fist Gang and then gives it to Lord Lu Gu, we will definitely get a big reward. Another archer, hiding in the forest, shrieked.

"Hey, that's nature. These guys from the Iron Fist Gang are already at the end of their crossbows. Brothers, let's shoot together later, don't let one go. ”

The one-eyed man waved his hand, and more than a dozen fierce Silver Wolf Valley killers had already surrounded Chen and them.

(End of chapter)