This map, treasure map, etc., everyone is a monk, and they are quite sensitive to this.

Immediately, with the leadership of the middle-aged male cultivator, he walked into a slightly remote alley, and then with a wave of his hand, the ordinary small warning spell was laid down.

He spread his hands out again, slightly yellowed, and a map that looked very old appeared in his hand.

Song Wanling poked her head out.

This map or something will be engraved in the jade slip, but not all of it.

There are also various kinds of rice paper or cloth, which of course are different from those used by mortals.

And these can withstand the erosion of time, but if it is hundreds or hundreds of years, it will still leave traces to some extent.

The afterglow swept over everyone's solemn gaze, and everyone walked towards the middle-aged difficult to repair, if there was nothing to wrap him up.

Naturally, it is not that there is malice, but that it is better to be in the eyes.

"A secret mansion left by the Jindan Zhenren?"

In the silence, Song Wanling's softer and softer voice slowly came out.

Everyone raised their heads at the same time, their eyes met, and they all showed a look of excitement and fiery.

"When we find out the secret treasure, we will definitely be able to go to the Wang family again to seek justice!"

At this time, the young male cultivator said with an angry face.

Song Wanling looked up, thoughtful.

At this time, the female cultivator said with a disapproving face: "Give me and seven other people ten years of Qingning Grass, more than 1,000 spirit stones per person."

It's a big loss for the Wang family, and if you break into the door again, you and I can't take care of it! ”

"Is the secret mansion left behind by Jindan Zhenren so good? Don't just think about the Wang family! ”

The middle-aged male cultivator said heavily.

Song Wanling glanced at Rong Mo, and wanted to ask the other party if she wanted to go together, but her eyes flashed.

Come on, you don't have to ask.

Walking out of the alley, the five of them went to the inn together, and decided to rectify the day, and the day after tomorrow they set off to the secret mansion left by Jindan Zhenren.

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"Don't panic, fellow Daoists, the outermost Great Array of Protectors has been destroyed before my two brothers and I went to Wang's house, this is the secret formation we have laid out."

After three days of driving, they found a cave at random, and the five of them rested all night, and then when it was just dawn, they came to a plain filled with yellow sand.

The surrounding greenery is sparse, a puff of smoke chokes the nose, and the aura is quite weak.

And the middle-aged male cultivator lagged behind in his words, pinched his hands, and took out a formation flag, and saw the yellow sand around him drumming rapidly.

Everyone held their breath, and then a burst of aura swept through, and the yellow aura flashed in the sky.

The middle-aged male cultivator is currently walking towards the small passage that has been opened.

Immediately, the young male cultivator held the magic weapon in his hand and walked cautiously step by step.

And the nun had a look of defensiveness on her face.

When he turned around, he looked at Rong Mo and Song Wanling, presumably he was quite defensive of those two male cultivators, and wanted to form an alliance with Song Wanling and Rong Mo.

Song Wanling was draped in water moon silk, and the water cloud pa and defensive jade pendant in the storage bag were ready to be transported at any time.

And Rong Mo was very direct, the ancient knife was not unsheathed, so he strode forward, and Song Wanling followed.

The nun alone fell last.

When I returned to the circle, I saw that there was still a large plain, but now the yellow sand spread could cover the monk's divine sense.

I saw that the young male cultivator and the middle-aged male cultivator in front of him were separated by a distance of one zhang, and their faces were solemn.

The yellow sand around is long, the yellow sand in the middle is slightly thin, and the faint consciousness can barely see the road around the body.

Needless to say, the middle-aged male cultivator is in the front, the young male cultivator is in the back, and the fastest one between them is Rong Mo.

Song Wanling and the female cultivator walked side by side.

After the group walked for a quarter of an hour, the yellow sand began to stir, and everyone knew what was about to start!

Immediately, the yellow sand that obscured the vision and divine consciousness swept away and condensed into a native man.

Immediately, it swung its huge sandbag-like fist towards the five-man hammer that was constantly swept together by the yellow sand.

Song Wanling's water moon aya at one end waved it instantly.

The first native who appeared suddenly attacked the two male cultivators in front.

And as soon as Song Wanling's Water Moon Aya was thrown away, the yellow sand swept away, faintly turning into a substance to resist Water Moon Aya.

Then she felt a pull coming, and she saw that the second native began to condense her body.

Immediately afterwards, the yellow sand road under his feet began to turn constantly.

"Ahh

At this time, there was a scream from the side, and Song Wanling turned her head to look at it.

A little bit of yellow sand blew into her eyes, and she saw that the ground began to sink down piece by piece, spinning into a whirlpool, releasing a strong suction.

The nun screamed and screamed, looking like an ordinary woman with no power on her mobile phone, not a monk who built a foundation.

Song Wanling Shui Yue Aya rolled up the waist of the female cultivator and pulled her to her side.

The nun instantly hid behind her, trembling.

Song Wanling's eyes froze, and a spirit shield protected her behind her.

At this time, Rong Mo turned his palm into a knife, slashed vertically and horizontally, and turned into a cross knife light.

Like a shield, it moved forward from the ground, and it resisted the natives who were approaching.

Immediately, her palm waved continuously, and in an instant, dozens of sword lights slashed at the native who was more than a foot high, turning into yellow sand and falling to the ground.

Immediately, I saw the yellow sand spread on the ground, covering part of the yellow sand road that was constantly rolling in whirlpools.

"The yellow fog in front is too thick, you can't see the road ahead, and the ground is completely sunken, and you can't fly with too strong gravity!

It seems that this is a test, and these condensed natives must be destroyed before they can move forward! ”

The middle-aged male cultivator in front shouted with some difficulty.

Song Wanling and Rong Mo looked at each other, and then turned around with a tacit understanding.

At this time, when she was about to attack, the nun kept shouting.

"I hope that the two Taoist friends can protect me, and if I have any gains, I will definitely repay the favor of protecting my life!"

Song Wanling didn't have any thoughts about the shadowless thing, but the other party begged her like this.

After all, even if she is a fellow Daoist, she is still included in the defense zone.

Immediately, Mizuki Aya circled around his waist, and the two ends continued to stretch away.

The water light continued to spread, and the yellow mist was diluted by it, faintly making the light in the air brighter.

Immediately, water blades rolled out from the wave of light, instantly cutting the rushing yellow sand into it.

Mizuki Aya at the other end writhed at the eartheners who were waving their fists.

Bundles of yellow sand began to slide down from it, and sprinkled on the ground in the bright blue silk, smoothing out part of the whirlpool and allowing it to move forward.

And Rong Mo is an ancient knife out of the sheath, and she is extremely fast.

With a single slash, the invisible yellow mist will be broken.

Then he high-fived the earth man who gradually condensed, and it quickly revealed its cracks.

After that, she slashed away, dividing into several dazzling sword lights, among which the sword qi was swallowed and the cold light was awe-inspiring.

The natives who had not yet fully condensed and formed were scattered together.

The two walked forward quickly, and the loess road under their feet began to slowly sink again as the two walked along.

The nun panicked and staggered after her.

Song Wanling swept away, and her eyes showed deep meaning.

In this way, the young male cultivator and the middle-aged male cultivator who were a little earlier cooperated together, one protected the two of them, and the other constantly attacked those natives.

Song Wanling and Rong Mo, one of them went to the water moon aya, one waved it away, and the other two suddenly lost their pressure.

Immediately, the five of them rushed forward together, and finally saw the yellow mist in front of them.

Without hesitation, he used his spiritual power and jumped over the pressure that had been reduced.

Immediately after the body did not stand firmly, the scene was a change, the spiritual power around the body was restrained, and the five people were a little discolored either light or heavy.

Rong Mo looked at Song Wanling, who was blinded by the yellow sand just now, his eyes were red, and he looked innocent and fragile.

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