Song Wanling nodded, "That's indeed good luck." ”

"Take out the map and see where you're heading."

Reluctantly waiting for everyone to exchange the dangers they had experienced, Rong Mo said coldly to the middle-aged male cultivator.

When she spoke, everyone's eyes fell on her, and their eyes flashed.

Because it seemed to be a battle at this time, Rong Mo's body was too awe-inspiring, and the whole person was like a sharp knife with sword qi released.

The middle-aged male cultivator shook his hand, carefully held the map, and everyone stepped forward.

Soon they turned to look at the grass in front of them, where the green trees were neatly arranged in front of them.

The crowd walked up.

"I'm afraid this is a maze, this big tree is a formation, everyone needs to be careful!"

The middle-aged male cultivator said in a deep voice.

At this moment, everyone changed color, and they saw Rong Mo's eyes beside Song Wanling cold, holding the knife in his hand, and the blade went straight up.

Song Wanling said carefully: "Sister Mo, what are you doing?" ”

"Wouldn't it be troublesome to grope carefully, and watch me split it with a knife!"

When the words fell, under the stunned eyes of Song Wanling, Rong Mo's figure jumped straight into the air.

The ancient knife swirled in front of him, and then the blade went downward.

She immediately slapped it with her palm, not to swing the knife light and scatter it, but the ancient knife seemed to have been copied, divided into two, two into three.

Then the blades pointed downward, and she covered it down with one hand.

All the ancient knives instantly sank into the most central and lush ancient trees that seemed to cover the sky.

The ancient knife slashed down from the canopy-like branches and leaves, like flesh and blood tearing, and it seemed to split the sound of the tree.

The ancient knife was inserted into the ground again, and the ground shook.

Immediately after that, several ancient knives pierced through the ground, and in the boom, the giant trees trembled, and instantly fell to the ground in large pieces.

Song Wanling covered her mouth and nose, and when the smoke and dust spread, she saw that the surrounding virtual and real scenery shook for a while, and then broke apart.

The quaint cave house is just ahead!

Dressed in a black power suit for hunting, Rong Mo's body descended to the ground smoothly, and his breath was steady.

Song Wanling stepped forward, but handed it to Rong Mo with a bottle of elixir.

Her gaze swept around, then she looked in the direction of the cave.

"Sister Mo, let's replenish the spiritual power first, and when the spiritual power is at its peak, I will go in together to find out."

As she spoke, she turned around and looked at the people who couldn't wait to enter, smiling slightly, her eyes softening.

A few strands of jet-black sideburns brushed on his cheeks, adding a bit of elegance.

"Do you have any objections?" Her voice was clear.

The young male cultivator frowned, but he really couldn't say anything.

None of them encountered as much danger as Song Wanling and Rong Mo.

In this last level, he was broken by Rong Mo alone, and at this time, the spiritual power was in its heyday.

But after all, Rong Mo helped everyone, so he could only wait in the cave at this time.

After a while, Rong Mo got up and walked side by side with Song Wanling to the three of them.

Immediately, the quaint door of the cave was pushed open by the young male cultivator and the middle-aged male cultivator.

The female cultivator was frightened and avoided the two of them, at this time it was Song Wanling and Rong Mo, and she didn't dare to get close completely.

Song Wanling's several spirit runes were pinched by her fingers between her cuffs, and her face was silent.

Two male cultivators led the way in the front, she and Rong Mo followed, and the female cultivator fell in the back.

It's a very ordinary cave house, and there is even only one room in sight.

And in front of a cloud bed, in the middle of the futon, one on the left and one on the right.

There were jade slips on it, as well as a few small bottles of elixir.

Other than that, the cave is empty.

The distance between the people became more and more separated, and they walked forward, their eyes fiery.

Could the Jade Slip be a technique for cultivating to the Golden Pill, or some powerful secret method?

And what is the elixir? Can help to achieve a breakthrough in cultivation, or how many years can it enhance its spiritual power?

I was looking forward to it more and more, but I turned around at the same time, staring at everyone with very defensive eyes.

"How to distribute the pill and the jade Jane?" The young male cultivator was the first to ask.

The middle-aged cultivator looked at him unhappily, "The jade slip can be watched by everyone, if it can be copied, it will not be a problem."

The pills can also be checked one by one, how many are there, and then distributed one by one, why are you so anxious? “

"How can we distribute the things that are related to cultivation one by one?" The young male cultivator is aggressive.

"Besides, if the first person sees it and destroys it automatically, or if it is necessary to swear not to teach others, what will happen to the people who come after?"

"This cave was found by me and my sworn brothers, and the outermost and most difficult magic circle was also unlocked by me and him, so naturally I should take a look at it first!"

When the middle-aged male cultivator heard this, his expression tightened, and then he made a gesture of non-modesty and said strongly.

Immediately, his cultivation in the middle stage of foundation building broke out, and only he was the highest cultivation present.

Rong Mo stepped forward, and the blade was straight at him.

"If you follow the contribution along the way, the yellow sand and the native people in the first level are most of the ones that Sister Mo and I have killed.

The sea of fire in the second level is also me and her to take the lead, you keep up, and the maze of the last level is broken by Sister Mo alone, you should let Sister Mo take a look first! ”

Song Wanling also didn't give up a bit, next to Rong Mo, and the cultivation that broke out together between the two was not weaker than that of a middle-aged male cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building.

The middle-aged male cultivator looked at them, his eyes full of caution.

And the young male cultivator turned his gaze, looked at the female cultivator who was retreating behind, and asked coldly.

"How are you doing?"

"I'm the last, I'm the last ......"

The nun is timid and afraid.

Song Wanling looked at the young male cultivator and the middle-aged male cultivator coldly, without giving in, her eyes were piercing, and her momentum was extraordinary.

"Fledgling little girl, if it weren't for me sweeping the tail in the back before, how could you lead the way so easily!

Let you have a few points, but dare to get an inch! ”

Saying that, the kind look on the middle-aged male cultivator's face was replaced by hideousness, his eyes were full of coldness, and with a move of his hand, the sharp mana struck at Rong Mo who took a step forward.

Song Wanling Shui Yue Aya made a move, and she was about to attack his chest.

At this moment, the young man's figure turned, and he also stabbed the magic sword in his hand, but it was stabbed at the middle-aged male cultivator.

He didn't forget to say to Song Wanling and Rong Mo: "I'm in the early stage of foundation building, it's not too late to solve this person before we discuss!" ”

Song Wanling and Rong Mo did not respond to him, but the spells in their hands strengthened at the same time, hitting the middle-aged male cultivator with one left and one right.

When the young male cultivator saw this, he was about to wear the magic weapon in his hand.

Three-sided attack, and there is also a female cultivator who is eyeing the tiger, and the middle-aged male cultivator is in danger.

But when the magic sword pierced through his back, it suddenly shifted and stabbed fiercely towards Rong Mo's face.

The middle-aged male cultivator also turned around in an instant, side by side with the young male cultivator, and the situation changed in an instant.

Four people, two by two.

Song Wanling swayed and protected herself, and the other end continued to slap flexibly on the two opposites.

And the two of them burned spiritual shields, and they also kept wielding magic weapons.

Rong Mo stepped forward even more, and the sword light struck straight away.

At this moment, the middle-aged male cultivator took out a bell-shaped magic weapon made of copper, injected spiritual power, and surged in the wind.

Immediately, the Dharma bell swung in the middle of the four people, constantly turning, knocking and knocking, and the heavy, loud and deafening bell was endless.

The spiritual power running in Song Wanling and Rong Mo's bodies stagnated, and the two on the opposite side took advantage of the victory to pursue.

At this moment, the female cultivator behind shouted angrily, "What are you doing here, two fellow Daoists?

was calculated by the Wang family before, thanks to the help of Miss Song and Rong Daoyou, do you want to take revenge at this time? ”

It's a pity that the thick questioning voice didn't disrupt the attack of the two male cultivators in the slightest.

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