"It's going to be soul liquid!" Wang Yiyi looked at the golden dragon head and said softly. 『』

"Let's go!" Murong Bai pulled Han Qingqing, quickly bypassed the countless boulders in the square, and quickly swept towards the mountainside along the winding mountain road full of stones.

At the same time, Wang Yiyi and the blue-robed warrior also followed closely behind.

Just as the four of them swept towards the mountainside at the same time, behind a boulder at the edge of the square, a figure popped out, it was Zhong Wuya, who had gone and returned.

"Hmph, let you go first, the soul liquid will be Lao Tzu sooner or later!" Zhong Wuya looked at the backs of the four of them, and with a flip of his palm, a black cylinder the thickness of an arm and more than a foot long appeared in his hand.

After more than a dozen breaths, Murong Bai, Han Qingqing, Wang Yiyi, and the four warriors in the green robe all came to the mountainside of Longji Mountain, only to see that where the mountainside was, it was a small circular platform, half of the platform was paved with white crystal slate, and the other half was black crystal stone slab, and the whole platform was a black and white yin and yang pattern.

In the center of the platform, there is a broken cyan altar, the altar is not big, there are several buckets thick, about one person high, about two zhang above the cyan altar, is the golden dragon head that sticks out of the mountain.

Murong Bai and the four of them had just seen the surrounding scenery clearly, and the mouth of the golden dragon head had already opened a gap, only to see a flash of golden light inside, and a fist-sized cyan droplet of cyan water dripped down the corner of the mouth.

Murong Bai didn't think about it, he took out the palm-sized jade bottle with purple light given by Zhuge Blue Eagle, and as soon as the dantian moved, after the aura was injected into the purple jade bottle, he threw it gently, and with a whoosh, the purple jade bottle flew out, and the dripping cyan water droplets were connected to the bottle.

Murong Bai's eyes showed joy, and he hurriedly raised his hand to make a move, and a spiritual aura emanated from his palm, and returned to his hand wrapped in a purple jade bottle.

Sniffing it lightly with his nose, a cool and fragrant breath suddenly entered his nostrils, but when he smelled it again, Murong Bai felt that his head was a little swollen.

It seems that this soul liquid is indeed a good thing, but the current strength cannot be used yet, Murong Bai shook his head, and hurriedly closed the lid.

"Hehe, you're welcome, and you're going to start collecting soul fluid. Wang Yiyi said coldly.

"Ahem, the next drop is yours!" Murong Bai shrugged his shoulders, there is no need to conflict with Wang Yiyi at this time, it used to be a Quartet force, but now only the Goshawk Mercenary Group and the Wang family are left, thinking that the soul liquid dripping from the dragon's mouth should be enough for the two families to divide equally, if it is really not enough, it is impossible to say that Murong Bai has to calculate the life-saving money to Wang Yiyi.

"Boy, this soul liquid seems to have a certain effect on repairing the broken bowl!" At this time, the bastard's voice came into Murong Bai's ears, in fact, the bastard didn't know that the soul liquid had a repair effect on the broken bowl, but when Murong Bai was smelling the soul liquid just now, the broken bowl in his arms shook slightly, which scared the bastard at that time, but when Murong Bai closed the bottle cap, the broken bowl regained its calm, and the bastard pondered for a while, and then he was uncertain.

"You mean, soul liquid can repair broken bowls?" Murong Bai's tone was full of doubt and disbelief.

"I just said maybe, who knows if your body shook a little just now. The bastard suddenly thought that it was not the reason why Murong Bai's body trembled just now, and the broken bowl in his arms also moved.

"Don't talk about it yet, there are outsiders here, and when no one is around, we will find out if we try it. Murong Bai said indifferently.

Almost at the same time as the two were secretly talking, cyan droplets of water dripped from the dragon's mouth again, and Wang Yiyi took it away with a purple jade gourd.

In this way, in the friendly atmosphere of one drop of you and one drop of me, Murong Bai and Wang Yiyi both received more than half a bottle of soul liquid after a stick of incense.

And Han Qingqing and the green-robed warrior stood behind Murong Bai and Wang Yiyi on guard respectively, after all, Zhong Wuya was not dead, so he had to guard against it.

As the cyan water droplets kept dripping, the big mouth of the golden dragon head was also slowly opening up, and the dragon's mouth at this time was enough to fit half of the house.

"When the dragon's mouth is fully opened, this soul liquid will be gone. Wang Yiyi looked at the golden dragon head and said.

"Hmm. At the same time as Murong Bai responded, his arm was raised again, and the purple jade bottle flew out and took another drop, and when the purple jade bottle returned to his hand, Murong Bai shook it gently, feeling almost three-quarters of it, and then secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

At the beginning, Zhuge Lanying took out a low-grade spiritual weapon purple jade bottle, Murong Bai was startled, thinking that he would let him pretend to be a river, but who knew that he had only taken a stick of incense, and he had taken three-quarters of it.

In fact, Murong Bai had some misunderstandings at that time, it was true that the purple jade bottle was a low-grade spiritual weapon, but that was in terms of the materials used to make the purple jade bottle, that is to say, this bottle could resist the attack of the lower-grade spiritual weapon, and its true volume was only more than ten times that of an ordinary bottle, and if the purple jade bottle was a magic weapon, it would be filled more.

The two of them still methodically followed the soul liquid, and as the dragon's mouth slowly opened, the frequency of the cyan water droplets was also slowing down.

As soon as Qi Qi Qi was calm, Han Qingqing and the blue-robed martial artist had been vigilant all around, and they didn't find anything abnormal.

With the passage of time, the vigilance of the four people has decreased, and Zhong Wuya has no courage to appear, and in the case of one against four, there is no possibility of winning at all.

But at the most relaxed moment of the four people, the change happened suddenly.

"Rainstorm pear blossom needle! Send you to the western sky!" An eerie voice suddenly sounded in the ears of the four people.

With the sound, Zhong Wuya suddenly jumped out directly from behind a boulder next to the circular platform, with a cold meaning at the corner of his mouth, without saying a word, his palm flipped over, and when the black cylinder with the thickness and length of the arm appeared in the palm of his hand, his thumb pressed down fiercely towards a black button on the black cylinder.

"Quack. ”

When a small spring sounded, suddenly a dazzling white pear blossom burst out from the black cylinder in Zhong Wuya's hand, and in an instant, the white pear blossom suddenly exploded in the air.

Bang!

After a loud bang, it was followed by silver points of light in the sky, directly covering the top of the four people's heads, and at the same time, they turned into hair-like silver needles, like a downpour, from all directions, galloping towards the four people.

Almost at the moment when Zhong Wuya triggered the mechanism, Murong Bai's eyes froze, his body shook, and he held Han Qingqing in his arms, and at the same time, his consciousness moved, and the red umbrella in the Sumeru ring immediately turned into a red light and rushed out, and opened it in an instant, protecting the top of the two of them, which avoided the end of being stabbed to death by random needles, but Han Qingqing, who was lying in Murong Bai's arms, turned pale with fright.

Although Wang Yiyi on the side was not slow to react, the long sword in his hand kept waving, wanting to weave a sword qi to protect his whole body, but He Zhong Wuyan's secret weapon was too powerful, almost at the moment when the sword qi was about to form, the silver needle in the sky pierced through the sword qi and stabbed towards Wang Yiyi.

At the critical moment, the blue-robed warrior roared, and without hesitation, he hugged Wang Yiyi under him, and protected Wang Yiyi with his body