readx;? The evil wind is still blowing violently, it has been three months, and there are fewer and fewer stones rolled out of the evil wind, this time when she came out of the valley, Lan Shuge did not tie the stone around her waist, and the cultivation of the fire level was displayed, and she took every step in the evil wind steadily. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

This time, as usual, she handed over a few fist-sized stones to Black Eleven, and her gaze swept over the other eight remaining monks at the mouth of the Evil Wind Valley, those monks' highest cultivation was the late stage of distraction, and in eight months, her divine sense cultivation had caught up with and surpassed them, and it was finally time to leave.

The soul needle in the sea of knowledge is also firmly imprisoned by the soul breaking needle method, even if the big evil dragon feels bad and detonates it personally, it must be cracked her soul breaking needle method, when she first came to the dragon prison, she had promised the angry green weapon spirit to be cold sealed, and his body was retrieved, she has decided, this is the last time to hand over the evil wind stone to the black eleven, and then, she will leave the dark canyon and go to a secret cave in the jurisdiction of the big evil dragon mentioned by the heavenly hammer to find the body of the angry green weapon spirit, and end the training in the dragon prison. As for the despicable dragons, what is owed to her must be returned.

The sky was overcast, and the snow was falling again. The burly Hei Eleven didn't have any expression, looking at Lan Mingge saluting him, as if thanking him for taking care of her here, without Hei Eleven, Lan Mingge knew that in this Evil Wind Valley where the weak eat the strong, it was impossible for her to cultivate peacefully until now, here, she avoided fighting with that group of great cultivators with strong divine sense, and she also got great benefits, although she handed over some evil wind stones to Hei Eleven, but for what she got later, it was just a drop in the ocean, and the immortal cultivation world never helped the monks without compensation, and those evil wind stones handed over to Hei Eleven were regarded as the protection money that Lan Mingge brought him。

Hei Eleven's cultivation of the sea has already exceeded the Mahayana period, and even though he wants to leave here, Lan Mingge is still willing to form a good relationship with a kind attitude.

Looking at Lan Mingge's figure leaving step by step in the raging snowstorm, the nine monks left behind already understood that Lan Mingge was not afraid of the soul needle implanted in the sea of consciousness at all, they were a little envious, but they didn't dare to leave the mouth of the canyon half a step at all, that Terran female cultivator, I don't know if she really had controlled the control of the big evil dragon over her, and had stepped out of the range of controlling their actions, but that kind of firm back, in everyone's field of vision, gradually grew taller.

"Senior Feng, are you sure it's going in this direction?"

"Hmm. ”

"Why is it all ------ here?"

"Well, this is it?"

Is it really here? Lan Mingge was extremely shocked when he walked into this plain with the guidance of the angry young spirit.

From a distance, on the vast plain, the aura is extremely rich, in the middle of the aura, there is a faint undulating hill, sometimes, the huge aura floats past, covering those hills that are high and low, completely giving people a feeling of being in a fairyland.

This is not like a dragon prison at all, but like a secret place for cultivation in a large sect.

Reaching out and touching a ball of aura, the aura mass flowed and changed on Lan Mingge's palm, Lan Mingge couldn't help but sigh in his heart, I don't know how many thousands of years have passed, the monks' dantian has been sealed, and they can't cultivate, so they can form such a rich aura, she looked at the hills in the distance and found that the more they went in the direction of the hills, the richer the aura became.

"Fifth Hill. The angry young spirit seemed to be very excited, and tried his best to suppress his high-pitched voice.

Lan Mingge didn't hesitate, as long as she found the body buried in the angry green artifact spirit, she would be able to return to the depths of the Evil Wind Valley and leave here. As she walked, she quickly spread her senses.

This is the first time that Lan Ming Ge Zhihai has used his divine sense to the extreme after cultivating to the late stage of distraction, as if casting a large net on this vast plain, it instantly shrouded a radius of a hundred miles, she checked whether there were any monks in the Dragon Prison on the plain, and on the other hand, she checked whether there was any abnormality in the middle of the hills in the distance.

Are there any monks?

Yes In the place where Lan Mingge's divine consciousness fell, there were quite a few monks who were sweating profusely digging the soil pit, digging out bundles of grass roots from the soil pit, and those monks were digging and scrambling, and a few of them had already become entangled and fighting.

However, Lan Mingge could easily see that those monks were all fighting for it with brute force, most of their sea consciousness cultivation was in the Yuan Infant Stage, and the confrontation between the divine senses had no effect at all, as if whoever had the most strength could be the boss, and the clumsy movements and panting running made Lan Mingge look ridiculous.

If these Yuan Infant Stage monks were in the outside world, without exception, they were the elders of the Great Sect, but unfortunately, when they came here, the Dantian Yuan Force was sealed, and even if their divine consciousness cultivation reached the distraction stage, they were no different from ordinary people.

After all, a Divine Sense attack can't kill the opponent at once.

Lan Mingge didn't pay attention to those, her eyes fell on the plain, and then she found that there were a lot of precious herbs here, probably because these herbs were all used to promote the cultivation of Yuan Li, I don't know how many years, no one picked them at all, and the herbs that increased soul power and spiritual power should have been picked up, and she also found that the grass roots that those monks were scrambling to dig were a relatively low-level herb to enhance soul power.

Next, Lan Mingge ignored the protests of the angry young spirit and began to pick. Lan Mingge was different from those monks who used brute force to dig and tie up, her body flickered, the thunder vine on her waist turned into a sharp long knife, filled the Yuan Force, and stretched dozens of zhang, and then, the surface of the ground covered with herbs was lifted upward, and with a movement of her heart, she secretly received it into the space.

Gradually, Lan Mingge collected as he walked towards the hill in the center of the plain.

Whether it was those monks who were digging the earth pit, or the monks who were scrambling to fight, they didn't notice Lan Mingge's clean and neat movements, the plain was vast and boundless, Lan Mingge's movements were very fast, his body was like lightning, and his divine sense felt that there was no danger around, so in less than two hours, the entire plain where the herbs were dense was swept by Lan Mingge.

Yes, it was all looting, and in the murmuring of the angry young spirit of protest, another hour passed, and Lan Mingge was already standing in front of the hill in the center of the plain.

This is------

This is the grave!

Lan Mingge opened her eyes, full of shock, there were about fifty huge hills in front of her, extending from low to high along a gentle slope, in front of each hill, there was a stone carved tombstone, which was carved with ancient words, Lan Mingge still had a lot of research on this ancient text, when she found the fifth hill along the edge of the hill, the tombstone was carved:

Leng Feng, the master of the dragon family's medical cultivation, in the middle of the Mahayana period.

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