The four immortal cultivators who guarded the mine were all in the realm of forging veins for seven or eight weeks, and they took the Qiankun bag and packed all the spirit stones in the entire minecart into the bag, and two of them took the Qiankun bag and flew away, as if they were going to hand it over somewhere. The other two drove the mountaineers back to the pit and continued to guard the cave entrance.

"Keep up with the two of them, let's go make a big deal!" Mu Wei patted Xuanhu's head excitedly, urging him to catch up. Motowei roared in a low voice, but he couldn't suppress his curiosity, so he stared at the two people flying low in the grass and followed from afar.

After a stick of incense, the two immortal cultivators landed on a hill, where the trees were uprooted, leaving dozens of thick stumps, and those trees were built into a rather magnificent octagonal pavilion, and on the chairs in the pavilion sat four middle-aged immortal cultivators, all of whom were cultivators of the Gathering Spirit Realm. Behind the four of them, there were several very beautiful young women around twenty years old, all of whom were cultivating in the Forging Pulse Realm, and they had pleasing smiles on their faces, which made people look excited.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the fifth mine cave has mined another carload of top-grade spirit stones. The two young men guarding the mine presented the Qiankun bag with both hands and respectfully reported it.

The middle-aged man sitting in the middle took the Qiankun bag and tossed it with his hand, then took out his Qiankun bag from his arms, poured all those superb spirit stones into it, and threw the empty bag to the two young people. The middle-aged Qiankun bag is different, the black flannel-like bag body is embroidered with gold patterns, and it seems to be inconspicuous. Yuan Wei has cultivated the Chaos Forging Technique, and he already has a deep understanding of the identification of spiritual weapons, he can recognize at a glance that this Qiankun bag is a five-grade spiritual weapon, and the black flannel cloth should be the fur on the body of a spirit beast, and those golden patterns contain a formation, which not only hides the spiritual power fluctuations of the bag itself, but also hides the items in the bag well.

"Uncle Ling Jin's Qiankun bag is really a top-grade spirit weapon! Dozens of cars of top-grade spirit stones are packed inside, and you can't see it at all. An immortal cultivator sitting at the bottom looked even older than that "Ling Jin", but he called Uncle Shi in a low voice, and his words were full of flattery.

"This Qiankun bag is a five-grade spiritual weapon, and it is naturally a good thing. This is Elder Meng's treasure, Elder Meng is a strong person in the Soul Condensing Realm, and only a strong person of his level is qualified to use this kind of spiritual weapon. Although Ling Jin was proud, he did not forget his identity, he took the Qiankun bag into his arms, his brows furrowed, "Three, Elder Meng will come to fetch the spirit stones in two hours, but now I only have 50,000 ordinary spirit stones and 10,000 top-grade spirit stones in my hands." With this amount, I'm afraid Elder Meng won't be happy. ”

"Senior Brother Ling Jin is right. The tall and thin immortal cultivators beside Ling Jin felt the same way, "With hundreds of mortals, I'm afraid it will be difficult to increase the speed of this mining, in my opinion, all the disciples of the Wulu Sect should be driven into the mine, so that it can be more effective." ”

Ling Jin saw that the faces of the two people sitting at the bottom had changed slightly, so he comforted and said, "Senior Brother Pubo is straightforward, but no matter what, we will not let Bai Jun and Lan Shan go to the mine." ”

The ones called Ling Jin and Pu Bo were the Haoyang hunters, and the immortal cultivators called Bai Jun and Blue Mountain were naturally the disciples of the Wulu Sect. The four of them had been waiting in Cangpu Mountain for several days, and although they had already captured all the nearby mountain people and driven them into the mine, the collection of spirit stones still could not satisfy them. Thinking of Elder Meng's long face, Ling Jin's heart trembled, "Senior Brother Pubo, you go and let the Wulu disciples guarding the entrance of the cave leave only one person to guard, and all the others enter the mine to collect spirit stones!" Then, he turned around and glanced at the woman behind him, and ordered mercilessly, "You guys also go mining!"

Those female cultivators who had stayed by his side with their posture were all disgraced, but they had seen the cruelty and ruthlessness of the Haoyang hunters, and although they were ten thousand unwilling in their hearts, they all obediently followed Pubo and left the pavilion.

"Brother, I want that Qiankun bag. Mu Wei lay on Xuanhu's ear and muttered in a low voice.

"I want to too, but there are three Spirit Gathering Realm Immortal Cultivators here, we can't strangle them, and once the sound of the fight gets out, there will be other people to help. Motoo helplessly analyzed.

"Then it's time to divert the tiger from the mountain, let's make a little movement first, lure them away, and then we will work together to strangle that Ling Jin, how simple it is. Mu Wei disagreed.

Yuan Wei smiled bitterly, even if they were really separated, just that Ling Jin, it would be difficult for him and Mu Wei to be opponents, after all, it was the realm of the five weeks of gathering spirits! Mu Wei said seriously, he insisted on letting Yuan Wei return to the mine he had just discovered. Pubo should have been here, but outside the entrance of the cave, there was only one immortal cultivator who had been forging veins for eight weeks waiting there alone, and he seemed to be a little sullen. Mu Wei held his breath and quietly approached the entrance of the cave, and quietly waved his wooden staff, and suddenly there was a rumbling sound from the depths of the cave, and dozens of thick rattan sticks poked out with teeth and claws, and the disciples of the Wulu Sect guarding the entrance of the cave were entangled layer by layer and pulled towards the cave. The disciple was shocked, and roared angrily as he took out a long knife and slashed around.

"Go back to that pavilion!" Mu Wei smirked as he urged Motoo to gallop all the way. Halfway through, through the branches and leaves overhead, they found that Bai Jun and Lan Shan were speeding at a low altitude, and they should have heard the movement and rushed to the Fifth Mine Cave to check.

Soon, the pavilion was in sight, and in the pavilion, Ling Jin sat on a chair with a natural expression, as if he decided that there would be no major events worthy of him in this Cangpu Mountain.

Mu Wei muttered a few times in Xuanhu's ears, and without waiting for Xuanhu to say anything, he jumped off the tiger's back, took out the emerald bamboo-like flying machine he got from Su Wudu and Xu Lou, and flew towards Ling Jin in a panic, shouting as he flew back: "Senior Ling! Senior Ling! The Fifth Mine Cave has collapsed, and those mortals and a few senior brothers are buried in the cave, what should I do?" As he spoke, Mu Wei had already flown into the pavilion, less than two feet away from Ling Jin.

There were many disciples in the Wulu Sect, and Ling Jin naturally couldn't know everyone, and when he saw Mu Wei stepping on the flying bamboo unique to the Wulu Sect, he was already convinced. The collapse of the mine cave is not a trivial matter, this determines the speed of collecting spirit stones, Ling Jinteng, who was already worried about this, stood up and asked again and again, "What's going on? What's going on?"

Mu Wei seemed to be startled by him, sat on the ground, crawled to him, hugged one of Ling Jin's legs, and cried, "I don't know..." Ling Jin was caught off guard, and was blown out of the pavilion by a strong wave of qi, and one arm was missing. Ling Jin was an Immortal Cultivator of the Spirit Gathering Mirror, and before he could land, he had already balanced his body and took out a spear.

But at the moment when his feet landed, a Xuanhu pounced behind him without warning, and bit on the shoulder of the lost arm with a big mouth. This Xuanhu is naturally the transformation of the Yuanwei, compared with before, the Xuanhu's body does not seem to have become larger, it is still more than two feet long and more than six feet high, but the momentum is a lot stronger, the red flames in the eyes have already formed, if you keep an eye on the flames, you will instantly have the feeling that the soul is burned;

Xuanhu's fangs were deeply nailed into Ling Jin's flesh and blood, and the spiritual power in Ling Jin's body seemed to be hindered, and it immediately slowed down. Mu Wei's doppelganger explosion has weakened his cultivation by thirty percent, so Ling Jin himself at this time is weaker than Yuan Wei, coupled with Yuan Wei's surprise attack, Ling Jin couldn't help but panic, his spear as a long stick swept Xuan Hu's body, Xuan Hu raised a dustpan-sized tiger palm to block, and the spear flew straight out.

The blood at the severed arm continued to flow into Xuanhu's mouth, the smell of blood seemed to have a special magical power, unconsciously, Xuanhu became crazy, it shook its head and threw Ling Jin in its mouth to the ground, the giant palm grabbed his chest like lightning, four black iron hook-like tiger claws were like four daggers from the chest to the lower body, four bloody mouths appeared on the originally invulnerable immortal cultivator's spirit, and the heart, liver and other internal organs in Ling Jin's chest were exposed. Xuanhu lowered his huge head, the tip of his nose was stained with blood, and his tongue full of barbs stretched out to his still beating heart...

"If you eat that heart, I won't pay attention to you for the rest of my life..."A weak voice sounded, and Xuanhu turned around to find that it was the pale face of Mu Yue.

"No, that's... I didn't want to eat... I won't eat it... It's disgusting... But the smell of blood is so tempting..."Xuanhu's speech was so confused, even he didn't know what he said.

Mu Wei finally mustered up the courage to loot Ling Jin, who was already cold, and disappeared into the dense forest with one man and one tiger.

The allure of the five-grade Qiankun bag and the spirit stones in it was too great, and if he wanted to get them, Mu Wei knew the risks involved. So he ignored Yuanwei's warning, and used his most powerful killing move as soon as he came up, coupled with Yuanwei's strong body that transformed into Xuanhu, he won in a thrilling way. Leaning over Xuanhu's back, Mu Wei pinched the Qiankun bag in his arms and couldn't help laughing.