Mo Wentian didn't have time to think about it, he took out two third-order talismans from the storage bag, frantically infused the aura, and threw them out, in an instant, the temperature of the surrounding air suddenly dropped, and it was cold to the bone, and the squirming blood vines were covered with frost, frozen and stiff, and the growth rate became extremely slow, and suddenly, they burst up one after another, exploding everywhere like fireworks, and the disgusting green mucus spread all over the sky, and there was a disgusting smell in the air.

At the time of Mo Wentian's crisis, he used two third-order talismans of the Freezing Technique and the Ice Explosion Technique to skillfully combine the spells and turn them into powerful pseudo-magic spells to burst the ice, although the runes are consumable items and are very valuable, but they are very practical in the fighting method, because the consumption of the runes is very low, but the power is very strong, with Mo Wentian's cultivation, even if the dantian aura is sufficient, and the pseudo-magic spell is cast, at most three will be used, and the aura will be exhausted.

The thin Taoist's face changed drastically, the Twisted Vine Technique had already allowed him to consume more than half of his spiritual energy, but he still couldn't trap this person, and his heart became flustered, and the fat Taoist priest next to him suddenly understood, and said in a lost voice: "Good boy, you are definitely not a seventh-level Qi refining cultivator." ”

"You're too late." In Mo Wentian's sneer, he took out the third-order blood-devouring talisman, and it came out in an instant, the talisman was like an arrow off the string, with a strange aura attached to the fat Taoist's body, and in an instant, the fat Taoist priest was like a deflated ball, and the blood of his whole body was absorbed by the talisman, becoming a skinny and bony dried corpse, and fell to the ground.

The thin Taoist priest was horrified, he had never seen such a strange and powerful talisman, and he turned around and was about to run away.

Mo Wentian would let him escape, pinching the magic trick in his hand, the aura in the dantian was instantly emptied, the wind swept by, and the thin Taoist bamboo-like body broke into several pieces silently, like fireworks, they burst one after another, and the flesh and bones were blown up everywhere, and the air was filled with a smell of blood.

If the disciples of the Xuantian Sword Sect did not rush to kill them all, and there would be constant trouble after leaving the valley, Mo Wentian would not hesitate to use his aura, and cast a pseudo-magic spell to kill him with wind and water explosion.

After picking up the storage bags of the two people, he quickly left, turned around in the woods, found a hidden cave, drilled into it, cleaned it with dust, sealed the entrance of the cave, sat cross-legged, held a lower grade spirit stone in each of his left and right hands, and began to recover his aura.

After consuming ten lower-grade spirit stones, the dantian aura recovered as before, took out the storage bags of the two Xuantian Sword Sect disciples, and began to count the loot, these two monks seemed to have done a lot of murder and treasure grabbing, and there were a lot of stocks in them, and there were five or six useless storage bags alone.

There are two hundred and twenty spirit stones in the spirit stone pill, and eighty-eight Yijin pills; There is a copy of the high-level wood attribute spell "Twisted Vine Technique" and a copy of the high-level earth attribute spell "Earth Armor Technique"; In terms of elixir, the third-order elixir has three wood spirit grasses, twenty-eight easy-tendon grasses, one hundred and thirty marrow washing flowers, and countless other low-level herbs.

In addition, there is a white elixir, the branches and leaves are like bones, the toughness is abnormal, and there is a faint fragrance on it, Mo Wentian stared at it for a long time, and suddenly recognized this thing, it is actually a white bone flower seedling, the white bone flower seedling is a special species of the third-order elixir, it is a side medicine for refining Zhuji Dan, which is precious and abnormal, because since the white bone flower seed turned into a seedling and broke through the ground, the seedling state is only a little more than a month, if it is not picked during this time, it will grow into a half-human tall carnivorous plant, any animal accidentally touches it, It will turn into flesh and blood and become a pile of white bones, and the adult white bone flowers emit a foul smell of rotting corpses, which are often crushed by secular people to make bone powder, which is used to eliminate the traces of corpses.

Mo Wentian was overjoyed, the eight kinds of third-order elixirs required by the sect dungeon task had already obtained four of them, which was considered half of the completion of the task.

At this time, it was dark outside, the forest was pitch black, and the carnivorous forest in the darkness was particularly dangerous, if there were disciples of other sects to set up an ambush and sneak attack, it was really impossible to prevent it, Mo Wentian did not dare to try it easily, and continued to meditate and practice in the cave, and comprehended the twisted vine technique and the earth armor technique, as long as it was the Five Elements Spell, his comprehension was extremely fast, and in less than one night, he would integrate these two spells.

The next day, the sky just brightened, a ray of sunlight shrouded the entire forest, through the lush branches and leaves, reflecting a dappled light on the ground, a whole night of meditation and cultivation, Mo Wen Tian's spirit was refreshed, after making sure that it was safe, he used a spell to break open the cave, stepped out, and continued to walk to the depths of the dense forest along the road that was not completed yesterday. ,

But all the way through, the road is as smooth as a mirror, there are thick stumps and leaves piled up on both sides, the eyes are full of desolation, and there are traces of mana wreaking havoc everywhere, it seems that there are a very large number of monks passing through this place, they are numerous, and they use spells to open the way all the way, and they are naturally fearless.

Along the flat road, Mo Wentian steps like a meteor, less than a stick of incense, out of the dead and terrifying carnivorous forest, the line of sight gradually brightened, a hundred zhang away, the mountains are stacked like a giant dragon entrenched, the peak stands with the potential of inserting the sky, the dangerous peak cliff, looking up at ten thousand thousand, there is a secluded canyon in front of the road, as the mountain peak is split by a sharp axe, less than two feet apart, about 100 meters long, from which the light of the sky leaks a line, like a blue rainbow across the sky, the devil's axe is wonderful, it is breathtaking.

Under a boulder in front of the canyon, there have been many disciples of various sects and sects, each sitting on the ground, pondering silently, they saw Mo Wentian approaching from a distance, their expressions moved slightly, and they all looked out, but when they saw that he was only a seventh-level cultivator of qi refining, they snorted coldly and ignored it anymore.

Among this group of monks, there were still seventeen or eighteen disciples of the Xuantian Sword Sect in cyan robes, and the stars sat on the ground around a red-faced and silver-haired monk like the moon, with a calm face and a solemn expression; There were less than fifteen disciples of the Tianxin Sect in gray robes, sitting cross-legged, guarding a white-faced and beardless monk in the center, his expression was miserable, and his spirit was a little sluggish;

Qinghe County monks, there are only five or six disciples left in Feiyun Sect, all of them are white-shirted and bloody, their spirits are sluggish, and they are obviously not lightly injured, as for the disciples of other sects and factions, there are less than ten people, two people in a bunch, three people in a group, lazy and lazy sitting on the ground, Li Wangqing, the head of Huaxian Sect, and Ren Pingzhi, the head of Huijian Sect, are in the list, and the rest are elders or elite disciples of various factions.

After he stepped forward, before he could get to him, Li Wangqing stood up and said with a spring breeze on his face: "Master Mo, I haven't seen you all night, don't come to harm!" ”

"That's nature!" Mo Wentian sneered, stepped forward, and hesitated: "You don't go into the canyon to hunt for treasures, but you all sit here quietly, but why?" ”

Ren Pingzhi, the head of the Huijian Sect, sneered, and said with bad intentions: "Master Mo, you might as well walk in and take a look." ”

Mo Wentian's face was cold, he took a few steps forward, staring at his eyes, the canyon was less than two feet wide, revealing a line of sky, gusts of wind blew from inside, and on the right side of the entrance to the canyon, there was a huge rock, which seemed to have stood for countless years, shining with silver-gray light under the reflection of the sun.

His brows couldn't help frowning tightly, not far from the rock, leaving a few pairs of messy footprints, but there was no pair of footprints, it was leading to the canyon, and a trace of alarm inexplicably rose in his heart, as if at the entrance of the canyon, there was a pair of tigerish eyes that were coldly scanning everyone.

There is definitely something strange here, Mo Wentian sat silently looking for the ground, cross-legged and silent.

Ren Pingzhi saw that he didn't enter the canyon, a trace of disappointment flashed on his face, he and Li Wangqing, the head of Huaxian Sect, glanced at each other, and the two also sat on the ground and stopped talking.

For a moment, dozens of monks all sat silent, as silent as death.

In about a quarter of an hour, a middle-aged monk came from the direction of the woods, Mo Wentian looked at it from a distance, he also knew this person, it was Zhao Zhengyang's son, Zhao Zisong, a disciple of the Seven Xuanzong.

He walked like a meteor, and soon came to the eyes of everyone, looking left and right, quite puzzled, and came to the eyes of a monk in Qinghe County, and said inexplicably: "Ma Daoyou, you and I have been friends for several years, can you tell Zaixia, why sit here quietly and don't go into the canyon to hunt for treasure?" ”

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