Without looking at the dying tiger any more, Zhao Xianzong turned away.

"You must recover from your injuries as soon as possible, in this case, you need to kill at least two Jindan monks, it's really difficult, not to mention that you are seriously injured at the moment, even if you are intact, this is very difficult to complete!"

"Second, you must verify whether you can still plunder and cultivate, after losing the big roulette lottery, you have a faint premonition, I just hope it's not true, otherwise your future road will be more difficult."

Traveling all the way, Zhao Xianzong did not make any stops, at this moment Zhao Xianzong was dressed in dark clothes, and the green shadow on his waist had already been put into the storage bag, so even if he looked extraordinary, no one suspected that he was a seriously injured monk.

The storage bag came from the two disciples of the Heavenly Dao Alliance who were killed, and through sorting out, it was found that there were a lot of spirit stones and various pills, and even the Zhuji Dan had eleven.

However, these are useless to themselves, the so-called Zhuji Dan is just an elixir containing a lot of spiritual power, which is only needed by low-level monks to break through the level, and those with better talents don't even need this thing.

He was seriously injured at this time, if he blatantly crossed the market with a hanging sword and was noticed by the monks of the same class, Zhao Xianzong had no doubt that they would immediately kill and seize the treasure.

Not everyone has a rich family, and not every monk is afraid of the so-called cycle of cause and effect.

After inquiring a few passers-by in a "friendly", he went all the way to the uninhabited trail or the dense forest, and finally arrived in the territory of Yue after half a year.

I didn't want to be involved with Han Li, but it backfired, it seemed that I needed to find this person, I had a specialization in the art industry, but my injuries needed the help of the mysterious vial, it was easier to find Han Li than to calculate the Jindan monk.

Any conspiracy must have a certain strength to rely on, Zhao Xianzong had no doubt that if he dared to calculate the Jindan monk with his crippled body, he might be killed before he could carry it out, and it would be much safer to come to Han Li, at least at this moment, Han Ran ran himself could still hold it.

There is a city in the north of Yue called Jianzhou, the area ranks second among the thirteen states, its territory is mostly mountains, rivers and ravines, sparsely populated, and at the same time with the neighboring Yuanwu State junction.

In the western part of Jianzhou, there is a continuous mountain range of thousands of miles, full of wild beasts and birds of prey, and it is a vast primeval forest.

The wild people in the mountains, the woodcutters, occasionally claimed to have seen fairies and monsters, and over time it added a bit of mystery to this place.

Zhao Xianzong stood by the forest, looking at the mountain range in front of him from a distance, from the appearance there is no difference here, the same mountain range is steep, the trees are lush.

But even if he was seriously injured, his divine consciousness was still there, in Zhao Xianzong's perception, this mountain range was shrouded by a huge Qimen formation, within this formation, there were countless towers, the main hall rose from the ground, the shadows were heavy, and there were many people stepping on the magic weapon to fly in the air.

Zhao Xianzong stood for a long time but did not rush forward, how could the sect allow outsiders to intervene, if he didn't have the reason for the past, he would never be able to set foot here.

Not to mention the old monster in the Yellow Maple Valley, let's just say that at this moment, I am afraid that a random foundation building monk will be enough to drink a pot for himself.

After wandering for a few days, he always waited for the opportunity, and on this day, in Zhao Xianzong's divine sense, two male monks lingered on the south side of the Taicang Mountain Range and hesitated.

"Senior brother, further ahead is where the sect of Yellow Maple Valley is located, let's forget it, it's not worth it for a mere demon beast!" spoke a young man in a moon-white robe.

"Hey, my brother's words are wrong, how difficult the road to seek the Tao is, if the junior brother still reports this mentality, I'm afraid it will be hopeless to build a foundation," the middle-aged man who was also dressed sighed.

"But Senior Brother... “

"Needless to say, junior brother, you remember that the path of cultivation is full of difficulties, and how many amazing and brilliant people have fallen on this road.

Zhao Xianzong, who came quickly, heard these words, but he couldn't help but glance at the man.

It is really not easy to build a foundation and cultivate to have such an insight, and it is even stronger than many monks who rely on the sect to form a Dan, but what is the use of this?

Sometimes hard work is just a seasoning, and the word 'chance' has cut off the path of many people.

If I hadn't obtained the system, maybe I would have spent my short life in a world where the aura was cut off, right?

I also doubted the origin of the system, but after all, I was relieved, no matter where it came from, after all, it brought me a magnificent life, and I always had insight into everything.

"Who's coming out!"

Seeing that it had been discovered, Zhao Xianzong no longer hid his traces, and flashed out and said, "Where did you two come from? Why don't you linger near my sect?"

Intimidated by Zhao Xianzong's courage, after hearing this, the two of them looked at each other and thought that they had met someone from Huang Feng Valley.

"Daoist friends are polite, the two of us are disciples of the Moon Occultation Sect, but I just tracked a demon beast all the way to this point, and I hope to forgive me if I don't have time to visit your sect."

"Since they are people of the same way, how can they forgive me? Your sect is the head of the Seven Sects that cross the border, but it is far away from our faction! The two of them have no evidence to have physical evidence?" Zhao Xianzong looked at the two of them with a wary expression and asked.

"Daoist friends are careful, and then! This thing is the waist card of the core disciple of my sect, this can not be faked. The middle-aged man said with a wave of his left hand, and a palm-sized token with a dark body flew straight towards him.

The token was slightly heavy, and the whole body was cold, Zhao Xianzong couldn't tell what kind of material it was for a while, but he felt that even if he did it with all his might, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to destroy this thing, and he also understood why this person said that he couldn't fake it!

After taking the token and examining it carefully for a moment, Zhao Xianzong stepped forward with a slight smile and handed back the token, and said, "If it is really in front of the Daoist friends of the Hidden Moon Sect, but it is my rudeness, I am just ordered to inspect the duty, and I hope don't blame it!

"Daoist friend is polite, my name is Zhang Youdao, this is my junior brother Wang Yun, and my family teacher is Elder Chen, one of the five elders of the Hidden Moon Sect," the middle-aged man replied with a smile.

After speaking, he smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist, you are Huang Fenggu... Fellow Daoist, you... “

The middle-aged man looked at Zhao Xianzong, who was standing with a sword, with a frightened face, looked down at the big hole in his chest, and then looked at the junior brother who had fallen.

With a face full of unwillingness, "Why is Daoyou? I asked myself if our senior brother and sister are not a strange treasure, why did Daoist friends do such a hot thing?"

Zhao Xianzong's face was expressionless when he heard this, "This seat is just asking for that glimmer of opportunity, Taoist friends are determined, but they gave up their lives because of carelessness, and the impermanence of fate can be seen, Taoist friends can go with peace of mind, I will build a decent tomb for you"

"Hehe, Daoist friends don't want to say it, I hope Daoyou can go further, don't be like me today!"

Half a day later, a dark figure hurried towards the Yellow Maple Valley, but there were two new tombs in this vast primeval forest.

Zhao Xianzong, who was marching, turned around and looked at the tomb that had been left far behind, and sighed slightly, "If he dies by himself, can anyone build such a tomb for himself?"