"This ...... Could it be the ancient beast Golden-tailed Phantom Lion?" Zhu Qian looked at the strange beast lying on the ground, with no breath at all, and said in surprise.

Xia Han didn't speak, she circled around the body of the beast, and then her eyes stopped at the beast's slightly open mouth, and said after a while: "This beast should be a half-beast puppet, and its strength should be far inferior compared to when it was alive." ”

"However, that person was actually able to kill this beast directly, it seems that there are definitely a lot of hidden methods, and he really deserves to be an alchemy master" Xia Han paused and said with a slight frown.

Table ...... Senior sister, what is the identity of that sallow guy?" Zhu Qian finally couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart, and asked with doubts on his fat face.

"That person is the alchemy master of the sect, Uncle Mo Xiaoyao," Xia Hanmei glanced at Zhu Qian and said truthfully.

"Ah...... This ......", Zhu Qianyuan's round body trembled slightly, and his narrow eyes were full of disbelief.

These two naturally didn't know that it was not only Mo Xiaoyao who killed this beast, but also their old acquaintance He Xiaoshi.

Xia Han looked at the golden-tailed phantom lion and was silent for a while, and then walked towards the low mountain first.

Zhu Qian hadn't reacted from the shock yet, and after finding out that Xia Han had left, he hurriedly followed.

In front of the low mountain, at the entrance of the dark, geometrically deep cave, a black water with a foul smell meandered to the mouth of the cave.

Xia Han half-squatted on the ground, his face changed slightly and looked at Heishui, and his beautiful face was full of groaning.

"It's ...... This is...... The blood of those rotting crows?!" Zhu Qian asked rhetorically in disbelief.

The madness and bloodlust of the group of rotting crows not long ago are still vividly in his mind, how could Zhu Qian forget them?

It's just that the blood of the rotten crows has merged into a small stream and flowed out, so how many rotten crows have died?

What's going on inside this cave?

When Zhu Qian thought of this, his face was full of surprise and surprise.

Xia Han stood up, the crystal light in her beautiful eyes was faint, and then she didn't even look back, and entered the deep cave in front of her.

"Cousin, wait a minute, it's dangerous inside!" Zhu Qian was in a hurry, and no longer ignored Xia Han's warning, and directly shouted the word "cousin".

However, Xia Han was unconscious and went straight ahead.

Zhu Qian was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, constantly turning in circles, his shiny forehead was covered with sweat, and his face was even more anxious and worried.

After a while, Zhu Qian stomped his feet on the ground, and his fat body, unwilling to twist, entered the cave.

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In a sprawling ruined palace.

Mu Kaixuan, the leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect, and two fellow disciples stood in the void in a triangle, each holding a sword.

Around the three of them, hundreds of lightning-like sword lights continued to rotate around the three of them, with the aura of ancient sword intent, surrounding the three of them.

"Two junior brothers, although these sword intents are no longer one in ten, they contain a powerful sword soul power, and we will work together to devour them and refine our sword intent, which can be regarded as a big chance", Mu Kaixuan's face was not the slightest panic, but his tone was a little eager and hot.

"That's what Senior Brother Mu said", one of the Heavenly Sword Sect disciples said loudly.

Then, the man stabbed the sword light in front of him first.

The other two, who are also not far behind, are also not far behind.

All of a sudden, the sword intent was pervasive, and the three substantial flying swords of different colors were constantly colliding, blending, and entangled with the sword nets intertwined with the surrounding virtual sword lights......

The sword net became more and more faint, and the flying swords belonging to the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect were even better at sword light, and the faces of the three of them all showed an extremely useful and intoxicated color.

This kind of supplement of the sword element, and the mutual fusion of the sword soul, for their sword cultivation, is really a great opportunity to improve the level of the flying sword and their own sword ability.

In the outside world, there will be a flying sword phantom containing such a huge sword soul?

Even if there were, it would not be possible for it to fall into the hands of these sword cultivators of the foundation building realm.

However, the three of them did not notice that in the depths of the ruins, there was a baby only three feet tall with pigtails on his head, who was watching the actions of the three of them coldly.

This baby's face is white and tender, his eyes are black and white, but his hands are upside down, his figure is slightly bowed, he looks old-fashioned, and he looks like he has an indescribable weird feeling.

What's even more weird is that the baby's surface is covered with an almost transparent flying sword!

Around the flying sword, the space is slightly distorted, and the sunlight that shines down will make a strange distortion around it, and the light seems to be folded together.

Near the flying sword, not to mention mosquitoes, there is not even a trace of dust, as if even some rules have to be avoided by it.

- - - - - -

Almost at the same time.

More than thirty miles east of Mu Kaixuan, a hill suddenly exploded.

Rocks flew into the air, and dust filled the surroundings, obscuring the golden sun overhead!

Where the hill exploded, countless gorgeous fires rose into the sky, and incomparably hot waves of air spread out.

The two white-clothed Foundation Building Realm disciples of the Heavenly Gate stood a mile away from the exploding hill, and in their blue eyes, they each looked ahead with a mysterious symbol.

Behind these two people, there were eight foundation building monks, these monks stood respectfully, with their hands tied, looking respectful to the two Heavenly Gate disciples in front of them.

Among these eight monks, there are all people from the three sects of the Aolai Kingdom, and the handsome blonde man of the Barbarian Ghost Sect is impressively listed.

I don't know what benefits these two Tianmen disciples promised, or if the attraction of Tianmen is too strong, these disciples are willing to follow behind these two, and most of them look flattering.

Just as the invisible blazing air wave spread, the two Heavenly Gate disciples, each with open arms, two incomparably pure rays of light descended from the sky.

The two looked at each other and each pushed a palm forward.

Two rays of pure light stretched out, blocking everyone in front of them, keeping the heat wave out.

The monks looked at the eyes of the two Tianmen and became more and more in awe.

The heat wave disappeared, the smoke and dust dissipated, and the low mountain that exploded in front of it showed its true face.

In the huge hole of the low mountain is a huge "lake", and the lake is not water, but endless magma!

Above the lava, billowing black smoke billowed out!

In the midst of the black smoke, there were dancing magnificent flames, emitting a blazing temperature, and even the surrounding void was burned a little deformed.

"Look, what's that?" exclaimed one of the monks.

The monks stared at it, and saw that in the midst of the black smoke, there was a bird made of gold, which was being scorched by the flames below!

"That's ...... A bird with Vermilion Bird blood!" said the blonde-haired Barbarian Ghost Sect disciple in a trembling voice.

A disciple of the Heavenly Gate in front of him, the runes in his azure eyes flowed for a while, and then he made a faint voice: "It has long since died, the divine soul cannot withstand that temperature, it has long been burned and disappeared, and as for the body, it is at the critical point of being about to turn into ashes." ”

Everyone was terrified.

The birds that contain the blood of the Vermilion Bird generally practice in the flames, but it can be said that they are the most fearless of fire, and the divine soul can't bear this fire?

So what's the use of them coming here?

As if he had seen through the thoughts of the monks, another Tianmen disciple said calmly: "This gossip terrain has lasted for thousands of years, and it has long lost its former majesty, so don't be afraid, this is the opportunity for me to wait." ”

Gossip about the terrain!

This was the first time that the monks of the Three Sects had heard of the peculiarity of this place, and then they looked at the terrain near the low mountain, and were horrified to find that the surrounding terrain was undulating with this low mountain as the center.

Due east, the heat wave is scorching, and the colors of the ground are arranged in a certain pattern, attracting an abundance of sun fire essence.

Directly west, there is a hill shaped like a tomb, and the golden sunlight seems to be difficult to shine through there, and there is a billowing Taiyin qi, emitting it!

In the other two directions, the mountains are undulating like dragons, as if a faint dragon qi has been lured!

Some monks who had opened their eyes, under careful observation, could see that within a radius of three miles from the center of this exploding hill, there were bursts of glow, purple steam, and countless divine magnetic runes fluttering and undulating.

And it was obvious that the two disciples of the Heavenly Gate, with the runes in their eyes, had already discovered the clues, otherwise they would not have been led here, not to mention that not long ago, they drove a forbidden weapon that exuded a strong formation aura, and directly detonated the runes near the low mountain, causing the low mountain to explode directly, revealing rolling magma and those extremely gorgeous flames!

Bagua terrain, can give birth to the fire essence of heaven and earth, temper the monk's body and even the soul, so that the monk's body is stronger than King Kong, so that the soul is more powerful, the legend can only be arranged in the upper realm of the Taishang Bagua terrain, with the stars as a guide, absorbing the real power of the sun and the sun, the end is the creation of many heaven and earth, so that the strength of the immortals, to reach the incredible realm.

And the saint who looks down on the nine heavens, transcends the six reincarnations, and can change the rules of heaven and earth with one word and deed, the ancestor of the entire immortal god, the Taoist ancestor who created the "Tao Sutra", and also has the gossip divine furnace, which can refine the ultimate elixir, mortals can eat it, they can soar in the daytime, and become immortals;

As for the gossip terrain in front of you, naturally there is no such majesty, and under the passage of time, most of the divine energy has been gone, but this is the gossip terrain after all, not to mention that today's Aolai country is the Middle Earth Shenzhou, and the monks who can arrange this terrain are also rare.

With such a topography, the effect on these monks in front of them can be imagined.

It's just that in the chance, there is naturally a great danger, if the monk's soul is not strong and his body can't meet the requirements, don't say that the monk who relies on the gossip terrain is a monk who stays above for a while, and it will directly turn into ashes.

"You go!" the disciple of Tianmen suddenly instructed a monk of the Xuanqing Hall with a national character face behind him.

The expression of the monk with the face of the national character changed slightly, and the rafters that came out of the beginning rotted first,*, even if the opportunity was close at hand, of course this person did not want to be the first person.

It's just that the Heavenly Gate is too detached, and it has the inexplicable luck of some monks, and this person doesn't want to disobey in public.

"Wealth is in danger!" thought to the country-faced monk, and as soon as his heart was horizontal, he walked towards the gossip terrain ahead.

The eyes of all the monks stared at this person one after another, looking like they were waiting to see.