Looking at the figures of those monks fleeing in a hurry, Lian Jin and the others piled up the corpses of those dead monks together, and a fireball from a basin smashed on the pile of corpses, and the pile of corpses was instantly covered with an orange-red veil. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The four of Lian Jin immediately used their body methods to sweep in the northwest direction, which was the direction leading to the Qingxu Gate.

Not long after Lian Jin and the others left, a monk who practiced qi at the eighth level rushed to the scene, looking at the big pit that was several zhang deep, as well as the pile of burning corpses, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, there was no heavy treasure born here as he imagined, and the baby was not a single one, but he saw the blood on the ground and a pile of burning corpses, feeling the yin wind blowing from the bottom of the cliff, Huang Yien planned to leave here.

Because Huang Yien knew that if he stayed any longer, the monks themselves would be speechless, they could completely think that this big pit was formed when the baby was born, and those corpses were burned after he fought with the monk who snatched the treasure from him, so many years of hard work, he also knew the cruelty of the cultivation realm.

But just when he wanted to leave, two more eighth-level Qi cultivators appeared from the direction he came from, and after seeing the big pit and the corpse, they were not only transferred to Huang Yien, Huang Yien's heart tightened.

"Fellow Daoist, it's not good for the baby to be swallowed alone, take it out and share it with our brothers. One of the two new monks said in a huff.

What worries Huang Yien has still happened, let alone swallowing the treasure alone, even the shadow of the baby has not been seen, at this time, Huang Yien's heart hates the monk who took the treasure and killed people.

I must not carry this black cauldron, these two people can never be beaten by myself, and if you fight hard, there is not much hope of survival, escape. This is the result of Huang Yien's thinking.

"It's a baby, we can divide it evenly. Huang Yien walked towards the two people with a storage bag, the only way out was behind the two, the cliff behind him was not in Huang Yien's consideration at all, joke, without the strength of the foundation building period, even if he jumped, he would definitely die.

"It's for you two, I don't want it. Huang Yien approached and threw the storage bag to the side of the two, and the true qi under his feet instantly exploded and rushed forward.

One of the monks saw the storage bag thrown aside and quickly rushed towards the storage bag, while the other monk watched Huang Yien run past him, and a trace of doubt flashed in his heart, regardless of the storage bag behind him, he also rushed towards Huang Yien at a speed.

"Grass, you are so deceiving Lao Tzu, if you catch you, you must suffer from ten thousand swords piercing your heart. The monk who had gone to pick up the storage bag opened it and saw that it was empty, without a single bird feather, and chased after the two of them while cursing.

After the three of them left, more and more monks came to this place, and the story between Huang Yien and the two monks happened repeatedly, making this Black Wind Mountain Range surprisingly lively, because so many people got the treasure and knew his whereabouts.

For a while, the monks played a game of chasing and chasing, but the four of Lian Jin, who started the game, slowed down, instead of digging out an elixir from their feet and picking a fruit from the tree.

Needless to say, it must be Lian Jin who digs medicine, and it must be the fat man who picks fruits, Qingyangzi's memory stores too much knowledge, refining medicine, refining tools, not to mention what about bed, and when these memories are digested, it is not impossible for Lian Jin to become a theoretical talent, and this memory of the elixir is the part of alchemy.

There are many demon beasts in the Black Wind Mountain Range, while causing a fierce reputation, it also protects the growth of these elixirs, the avenue is selfless, and it just stops and goes, watching the demon beasts die, the grass sprouts, and even Jin also feels that his cultivation is becoming more and more stable, and he should continue to exert his strength, and cultivate to the eleventh layer of Qi training, combining work and rest, Lian Jin has always thought that this is the most ideal way to cultivate, blindly cultivating hard, or cherishing the red dust, this is not advisable.

In front of the deep pit left by Lian Jin after killing Wang Wenchuan.

A flying sword stopped at the edge of the pit, the monk on the flying sword had a twenty-seven or eight-eight face, his eyes were bright, his broad cheeks made him look like a steady temperament, he was dressed in a white robe, and a white cloud pattern on his shoulder made it look more elegant.

That coercion and thunder prison are quite similar to the supernatural powers of the Jindan period monk that Chen Hui said in the mouth of the Hui sect that day, but this corpse, if a Jindan stage monk wants to turn this corpse into ashes, he doesn't need such an inferior fireball technique, it can only be said that none of this is a Jindan stage monk, or even a foundation building period monk, more like a Qi cultivation period monk.

If Lian Jin was here, after listening to this person's analysis, would he be scared to death, all the secrets of Lian Jin would be speculated between this pit and a pile of corpses.

"Huh?" I saw that the man suddenly frowned, and the flying sword under his feet set off a wave of qi, and rushed down the cliff with this person.

"It seems that it's still too late, this seems to be a cave house for a foundation building monk, but unfortunately, if I can get it, the ranking of the mountains and rivers list in three months will definitely be able to advance a few places in the ranking of my chaotic ancient gods, then Chen Hui is really too hidden, and no one has really been able to let him use his full strength until now, this time the competition for the ranking of the mountains and rivers list, I will meet you." ”

After the self-proclaimed Qingxu Sect monk finished speaking, he turned into a rainbow of light and rushed to the top of the cliff, and the direction of his flight was resolutely northwest.

While walking, Lian Jin counted the harvest of this trip to Black Wind Mountain, that piece of purple jade pendant, it doesn't need the urging of true qi, it only needs to be worn on the body, and there will be a steady stream of spiritual energy gathered over, and with the improvement of Lian Jin's cultivation, the spirit gathering effect of the forbidden demon futon is not as obvious as before, this purple jade pendant has solved this embarrassment, and the replaced forbidden demon futon can be used by Lian Yiming, who has the lowest cultivation here.

The spirit weapon of the Four Seas Bottle, Lian Jin didn't take a closer look when he first got it, and now he found that this bottle is sealed with the soul of a demon beast of a snake, which can urge the true qi to conjure up a snake to attack, which is quite powerful, and can collect any liquid, and the space inside is huge, which is not bad for the fat man to defend himself.

The last ancient spirit weapon mountain and river sword, inside is the ancient monk directly intercepted a section of the leyline to seal in, and it is also mixed with the rare metal of star iron, which is extremely sharp, and has the power of thousands of catties to attack at will, and the mountains and rivers that are conjured can also suppress living beings, and the magic is not only that, this sword can also continue to seal the spirit of the demon beast into it, as long as it does not exceed the limit, the more spirits, the greater the power, this thing Lian Jin likes very much.

In the end, Lian Jin divided those spirit stones equally, and also taught the transformation secret technique to the three of them.

Qingxumen, here we come.