"Senior brother?" Baiwei gently came to the bottom of the boulder and looked up at Yuanwei. %d7%cf%d3%c4%b8%f3

"Huh?" Motowei suddenly opened his eyes, and the black light in his eyes flashed, "What's wrong, senior brother?"

Baiwei shuddered involuntarily and said, "I've been thinking these days, with my current realm, is it worthy of having a Shenxiao Shield?"

"Not worthy!" Yuan Wei replied bluntly, "I used to own a city back then, but because of my low realm, although I was reluctant to give up, I was still robbed!" Yuan Wei looked in the direction of Yanjun City, and then turned his head to look at Baiwei, "In this immortal cultivation world where you are fighting for me, if you don't have strength, you don't deserve to have wealth!

Baiwei smiled awkwardly, "Senior brother, what you said is too straightforward, but it's all the truth." Therefore, I think that I should abandon the Divine Shield and concentrate on cultivating and improving my realm. ”

Yuan Wei stared at Baiwei seriously, "Senior Brother is right, and Senior Brother has been addicted to food for too long, otherwise Senior Brother's talent should have already broken through the Soul Condensing Realm." ”

Baiwei seemed to be encouraged, and his expression relaxed, "Do you know that there is any secluded place in this Nanmeng Wasteland, I want to retreat and cultivate, if I don't break through the Soul Condensing Realm, I can't come out." ”

Yuanwei lowered his head and pondered, and suddenly smiled: "I have a wonderful place, senior brother, it is the most suitable place to retreat......

Nanmeng Wasteland, Jingtan.

The so-called Jingtan is a huge barren well in the Nanmeng wasteland, which covers an area of more than 1,000 acres. It is said to be a well, simply because this magical area is sunk thousands of feet deep below the ground, and the edge is a neat stone wall.

Legend has it that this Jingtan was once a beast breeding pond for immortal cultivators in ancient times. But with the passage of time, except for those broken stone walls, there is no other artificial trace of Jingtan. Moreover, the Jingtan exudes a visible death air all the year round, rare life within a hundred zhang, and there are no birds and birds in the sky above the Jingtan, and it is always quiet, so it gets the name of Jingtan.

The death qi erodes the spiritual power of the immortal cultivators, and no one can control the weapon in the dead qi!

In the dense mist-like dead air, several immortal cultivators quietly walked through.

"Master, don't go too fast, wait for me!" a girl who was only eleven or twelve years old walked at the end, crying out in confusion.

"Shhh

The girl looked around nervously and said, "I know, but why did the Great Elder send us out to collect stagnant water? Everyone knows that Uncle Nie Cai needs to be taken care of by Master when he recovers from a serious illness!"

The young woman sighed, "This order doesn't have to be given by the Great Elder! Your Uncle Nie Hua has always looked at us unpleasantly, who knows if the order he conveyed is true or false! But we are out of Yanjun City, so we can't complain anymore, give me to be alert!"

Everyone whispered yes, and then continued to walk through the dead air.

There is no obstacle on the stone wall of Jingtan straight up and down, if it is not for the dead air that does not disperse inside, the scenery at the bottom of the pool may be able to see the same.

The stone wall is a common bluestone, and the surface is covered with traces of axe chopping and chiseling. Each stone is two or three zhang long and wide, and the gap between the adjacent stones is also one foot wide. The stones were stained with a viscous liquid, some of which had dried to the shape of wax droplets, while others were dripping with thin silk threads.

"A hundred years ago, my master used to take staple water in Jingtan, and he explained everything here for me in detail, so the risk is not too big this time. It's just a pity that I have limited talent and can't practice the forging techniques like his old man, but the ropes forged by your master and uncle should be able to resist the dead qi in the Jingtan......" The young woman said as she handed out a silver rope to each of them.

"It is said that when the master entered Jingtan, he only had the realm of the Eight Weeks of Forging Vein, is it true?" the girl asked.

"Naturally, it's true!" replied the young woman proudly, "Your master is a peerless talent, and his achievements are certainly not comparable to ours. ”

"But I've heard some rumors that the ancestor is reborn ...... Xuanmo."

"Shut up!" the young woman said angrily, "Your master is forbearant and kind, he treats me and your master as if he were his own, and he is even more Qin Se and Ming, how can he be the rebirth of the ancient demon dragon!"

Among this group of immortal cultivators, the young woman has the highest cultivation and has broken through the bone refining realm. And the others are all young people from the Spirit Gathering Realm and the Forging Pulse Realm.

Everyone saw that the young woman was angry, and they didn't dare to say anything more, so they tied the ropes one after another under the guidance of the young woman, and dragged the ropes to the bottom of the Jingtan Pool.

The bottom of the pool was still shrouded in mist-like flowing dead air, and the dead air was even stronger, and everyone took out their spiritual weapons to force back the dead qi around them.

In that dead air were some huge animal bones, which were said to be animal bones, because those bones were too huge to be human bones: a skull one zhang high, bone rods two or three zhang long, and vertebrae more than ten zhang long could be seen everywhere. I don't know if it's because of the ravages of time or the erosion of dead air, those huge bones are all black and gray, exuding the smell of decay.

"Master once said that there will be some stagnant water left in the skulls of these giant beasts, you must follow me closely, and you must not get separated!" the young woman told the young woman to walk ahead of the crowd, and in her hand was a silver staff, and a silver dragon hovered over the staff. The silver dragon emitted a faint silver brilliance, illuminating a radius of several feet.

After a stick of incense, the group really found a pool of stagnant water.

It was a large, mutilated skull, with the lid missing, like a giant broken bowl with a shallow pool of inky black water at the bottom of the bowl. The black water was as thick as glue, and it was originally undisturbed, but when everyone and others approached, the black water seemed to come to life, screaming and changing into a grimace the size of a basin, jumping up half a foot high, and rushing at them.

The young woman and the others were caught off guard, and they were all frightened by this grimace and took a big step back, and the grimace seemed to be unable to break away from the skull, and fell into the bowl for a moment and turned into black water again. However, the black water was unyielding, constantly changing into grimaces of different shapes, and constantly falling back. Stagnant water, whose name is water, is essentially a melted resentful soul.

"Master's words are really good, this is stagnant water!" said the young woman with a long sigh of relief. She took out a jade bottle from the Qiankun bag, bit her index finger and squeezed out a drop of blood and dripped it into the bottle, and then wrapped the bottle with her spiritual power and slowly sent it to the dead water. Attracted by the blood, the backwater went crazy and changed into the shape of a grimace and pounced on it.

The jade bottle had a narrow mouth, and the grimace squeezed into a twisted wisp and drilled into it. The jade bottle is a spiritual weapon specially used to hold stagnant water, and although it looks small and exquisite, the space inside is not small. The young woman watched as all the stagnant water entered the jade bottle, and quickly fastened the cork of the jade bottle.

"Master is amazing!" the girl jumped up for joy when she saw the dead breath in the bottle.

The young woman smiled slightly, "You have also seen that as long as you are cautious and bold, this stagnant water is not terrible. You go in groups of four to get stagnant water. After an hour, no matter how much we take, we must meet at the place where we came down! By the way, if you hear the sound of the tide rushing in, you will immediately retreat! Because it is a stagger tide that the Great Elder cannot resist!"

Everyone agreed, and the young woman led the girl to the depths of the pool. After successfully collecting dozens of bottles of stagnant water, the two of them were already close to the center of Jingtan. In front of him was an ocean of 100 acres, and an underground spring gushed out, and the black stagnant water that rushed up was dozens of feet high. The spring fell from the sky, and the stagnant water began to ripple in layers.

This is the backwater pool in the very center of Jingtan, and neither of them dares to get too close to it, but just watches from afar.

"This is the center of Jingtan, the dead air here is too heavy, let's go back quickly." The young woman took the girl and wanted to leave. At that moment, she raised her staff alertly and asked, "Who is it?"

"Hahaha, junior sister is so alert! We can still be found in this dead air!" After a burst of laughter, several figures appeared in the dead mist!

The young woman's heart slowly sank, it was a few strange immortal cultivators, the leader of them was a middle-aged man who had been refining bones for five weeks, and behind him were all immortal cultivators of the Spirit Gathering Realm!

The middle-aged man looked at the girl, and his eyes glowed with the greedy light of a beast: "What a peugeot girl, if you follow our candle hunter, I will definitely take you out of the Third Realm!"

"I—I'm not going!" the girl whispered and refused and hid behind the young woman.

"You don't think you said this!" said the middle-aged man kindly, "We met seven or eight young people in Jingtan just now, but unfortunately they were too weak, so they could only give up their lives in vain and lose dozens of bottles of stagnant water!

"Shameless Candle Hunter!" the young woman was furious, she brandished her silver staff and shouted, "Dragon Trick!"

The wind was born out of thin air in the quiet pool, and the wind swept into a dragon shadow and went straight to the middle-aged man.

"Shield!" The middle-aged man swung his long sword and conjured a golden shield shadow to block the dragon shadow.

However, the wind was endless, and the dragon shadow roared against the shield shadow as if it were alive, and the middle-aged man quickly retreated dozens of feet in shock. The dragon shadow used its strength again to smash the shield shadow into a little golden light, and it still didn't disperse, and those few young people in the Spirit Gathering Realm couldn't dodge, and two of them were already smashed into pieces by the dragon shadow!

The middle-aged man was furious: "It's reversed! Now the Third Realm is completely reversed! There was Xuan Mo raging in this Nanmeng Wasteland, and today even a little woman dares to fight against our Candle Yin Hunter!

With that, the long sword struck out a golden sword shadow that split through the thick mist of dead air and headed straight for the young woman.

The young woman saw that the sword qi was anxious and heavy, and immediately waved her staff to condense a silver shield in front of her to block the sword shadow. The shadow of the sword creaked and sliced through the shield, the weight of the power that the young woman could barely resist.

However, behind her, a pretty figure appeared without warning, and the figure grabbed the girl and threw it to the middle-aged man, kicked the young woman down, and stepped on the young woman's head.

That young woman had no ability to resist, because the other party was a cultivator of the Great Perfection of the Bone Refining Realm!

The pretty figure was a little disgusted: "Senior brother, why are you messing around here? Didn't Senior Yafu warn you to hide immediately if you robbed your property? Xuanmo may appear at any time in this Nanmeng wasteland, and even Senior Yafu is already like a frightened bird! You and I can only pray that we don't meet that demon!"

At her feet, half of the young woman's pretty face was trampled into the dirt, and a trace of stagnant water dripped into her skin, and within a few breaths the skin on her face was gone, revealing the terrible white bones.

"That devil is damned!" the middle-aged man said as he grabbed the girl.

"Why should Xuan Mo be damned?" a hoarse voice sounded above their heads, and everyone looked up, and a black figure flapped its huge scales and didn't know when it had appeared in the sky of Jingtan.

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