"The Seventh Block......"

Standing on top of the head of a giant beast corpse, Zhu Liu's face was slightly happy, and he put another fragment on the agate ball that had been basically formed.

A white light flickered slightly, and the fragments blended perfectly into the sphere.

"If each piece is about the same size......"

Zhu Liu thoughtfully played with the exquisite snake ball in his hand:

"There should be two more."

Smelling the breath of success, Zhu Liu, who was greatly encouraged, put away the Linglong ball and floated down from the top of the giant beast's head in a dashing posture.

"Perfect!"

Intoxicated by his wonderful figure, Zhu Liu was ready to embark on the journey again.

"Uh..."

Just took two steps, Zhu Liu's face turned red, and he turned back slightly embarrassed:

"Ahem, I think I forgot to pick up my sword."

……

Ten days later.

“……”

Lying on the sand in the posture of looking up at the starry sky, Zhu Liu cast a loveless look into the sky above the phantom sea.

"Why can't I find ......?"

Ten days have passed since Zhu Liu began to search for the last two fragments. However......

"Nothing."

Complaining depressedly, Zhu Liu got up from the ground, held his chest with both hands, sat cross-legged on the sand, and began to think about the reason behind it:

"If it's a game, then what you're going to do after getting the clues should be the point; Then ......"

"The difficulty required to get the clues shouldn't be too high;"

"As proof, it only took me three days to get the seven fragments before; And the monsters that contain the fragments are only the strength of the foundation building period......"

"Wait!"

Zhu Liu suddenly thought of a question:

"Did you say that you have to collect all the clues by yourself?"

"Or does it matter how many people there are, as long as they can be gathered... This ball is fine? ”

"If there were anyone else in the Phantom Sea......"

Thinking of this, Zhu Liu, who was faintly excited, couldn't sit still:

"Perhaps, those two pieces are in the hands of someone else right now?"

……

——————I'm the dividing line—————

Following this team with a strange atmosphere, Zhu Liu looked around with hidden eyes.

Walking in the forefront were two white-robed monks with young appearances, both of whom had the cultivation of the middle stage of Jindan, and should be the person in charge of the Gou Chen Immortal Dynasty stationed in the Thunder Fire Mountain Range;

A little further back, is a dignified female cultivator in a green robe, the early stage of Jindan, from the Yuan Miao Immortal Sect;

Well, although I also wear a green robe, this one is slightly worse than ours!

praised his wife in his heart, and Zhu Liu, who was on the left side of the team, turned his head sideways and looked to the right:

On the right side of the line, there is a rickety figure in a black robe; It seems to be an old man in his last years. However, this person's body exudes a strange and unpredictable aura, and at a glance, it is clear that he has practiced some kind of magic skill.

Feeling Zhu Liu's gaze, the black-robed man paused slightly, and the black aura around him surged slightly.

Well, Jindan is close to consummation in the later period.

Not willing to conflict with the other party, Zhu Liu retracted his gaze and secretly commented in his heart.

At the end of the procession was a young monk who was also dressed in a white robe, and was in the early stage of cultivation.

Hmm, this person who also didn't report his family should not be the one who hooked Chen Xianchao.

Feeling Zhu Liu's gaze, the young monk turned his head and smiled slightly at Zhu Liu.

…… That's why we hate this kind of little young monk the most.

Feeling the hidden heat in the other party's eyes, Zhu Liu turned his face expressionlessly.

It's easy for a certain insect to get into the brain, but the problem is that when you see a beautiful nun wearing a little brighter, you feel that it is easy to use......

Zhu Liu looked at the fiery red robe on his body with a cold face.

Fuck his sister's.

I really don't know who educated this.

The two surnames of Gou Chen Xianchao are Zheng; The female cultivator of the Yuan Miao Immortal Sect is surnamed Chen; The black-robed man claimed to be surnamed Mo; The white-robed young man's surname is Lin.

No one knows anyone's name.

This is more in line with Zhu Liu's intention - she doesn't think she will receive any good response when she says her name......

Previously, under Zhu Liu's search, she soon found the brother surnamed Zheng who had obtained a fragment; Later, he met a female cultivator surnamed Chen who did not find the fragments. Since Zhu Liu claimed to be a monk of the Purple Void Immortal Sect, the atmosphere between several "righteous path monks" at this time was quite harmonious.

The problem is that the identities of the two people who followed are really embarrassing: needless to say, the black-robed man with a demonic aura; The aura on the young man surnamed Lin who brought the last piece of fragment was also unpredictable, and it was difficult to distinguish between good and evil; For the righteous people who have never been waiting to see the Demon Sect, it is too embarrassing to go with the Demon Cultivator or even join forces. In the case of not having an absolute advantage in strength, it is barely possible to let them acquiesce to the facts, but it is necessary to keep them happy and happy......

Ahem, forget it.

Shaking his head in his heart, Zhu Liu secretly commented on this temporary team:

The spicy chicken field team with zero tacit understanding.

…… And there are many hidden dangers.

Zhu Liu secretly glanced at the black-robed man and the white-robed young man.

Sighing in his heart, Zhu Liu set his gaze on the huge pillar of light in front of him that seemed to lead straight to the sky: the moment they gathered the snake balls, such a big guy who could light up the blind rose in the center of the illusory sea.

"This thing...... Where is the door? ”

Before Zhu Liu's words fell, the huge pillar of light slowly dissipated, revealing a towering wooden pavilion.

Looking at the plaque at the entrance of the attic, the monk surnamed Zheng at the front of the line whispered:

"Heaven-Shou-Pavilion?"