Cheng Jun scolded secretly: "Bad luck." With a leap of his body, he returned to the icy water of the lake and went upstream.

Judging from the height of the golden cloud's fall, that person may have been crossing the hundred-zhang deep lake and falling into this space, which Cheng Jun did not want to see. The secret of this formation must not be revealed. If possible, be sure to stop it.

Only, where is his reliance to stop all this?

The two people above, the one who chased him, was the great sword cultivator of the Spirit Heaven and Earth, and the one who escaped was afraid that he was also a similar cultivator, and this kind of conflict was not something he could interfere in. Rao is Cheng Jun is full of wisdom, and there is nothing to be done for a while. If he was lucky, he might have a chance to stop the Golden Cloud Monk's corpse from falling underneath, but if he didn't have a chance, he had to protect himself.

If the cultivation is poor, it will not be his turn to compete for the lead, Cheng Jun entered the lake, or to protect himself.

Staying in the lake, although it may seem dangerous, is safer from a hidden point of view than being exposed to a space without barriers.

As soon as he entered the lake, Cheng Jun used the water transformation technique, blended his body into the lake like a droplet, and then went straight upstream, and without swimming much ten zhang, he felt that the originally calm lake water was suddenly turbulent, and obviously the fluctuations above had been passed down.

Cheng Jun squinted his eyes, and seemed to see a slightly glowing figure with layers of white waves falling rapidly in the water dozens of zhang away, and the surrounding water tribes were a little restless, as if they smelled the smell of blood.

He hesitated, but instead of chasing after him, he retreated slightly.

Boom - the sword light flashed and disappeared!

The white waves are rolling, and the turbid waves are empty!

Cheng Jun saw with his own eyes that a brilliant sword light fell from the sky and went straight into the water. The lake on both sides, which was as silent as a glacier, abruptly parted on both sides, giving way to a chasm that stretched for hundreds of miles.

A sword, the mountains and rivers are broken!

This is the strength of the Great Sword Cultivator of the Spirit Heaven and Earth.

Cheng Jun was pushed backwards by the boiling lake, and he didn't know how far he had rushed away. So much so that he couldn't even use the peep to see what was going on above, let alone make a difference.

After washing for a long time, Cheng Jun felt that the lake had calmed down a little, and although there were aftermaths, the turmoil gradually subsided. Apparently the man only made a sword, and he stopped there.

Cheng Jun breathed a sigh of relief, and fell all the way down with minimal movement, falling out of the space of the lake.

The space under the lake is as calm as ever, and it seems that it is not affected by the waves above at all. The technique of the Water Moon Mirror Flower shrouded above did not fluctuate at all, quietly reflecting the scene above like a mirror.

In the sky above the lake, the sword cultivator had already collected the sword qi and floated in the air. I saw that he was in his forties, thin, his brows were deep, and his whole temperament was not as powerful as the sword just now, but with a little bitterness.

Then, in his hand, he held something the size of an egg, golden red, and shining.

Cheng Jun's eyes flashed - it was the Dragon and Tiger Essence Pill formed by the soul monks, and it was also the gathering of the monks' soul cultivation. It seems that his opponent has never recovered, and he will never be reborn.

The sword cultivator played with the essence pill for a moment, put it away with a jade bottle, glanced at the lake coldly, and suddenly leaned down, with a face that showed a bit of bitterness in indifference, facing the water directly. Cheng Jun raised his head and looked at each other without the other party's knowledge.

After a moment, the man's indifferent expression suddenly moved, revealing a sly smile.

Immediately after, he straightened up, and the flying sword was like a rainbow, dragging a long millilight into the sky.

Cheng Jun remained motionless below, and after a while, he shook his head, and said secretly in his heart: Sure enough, it is the Kunlun Realm, and there are masters everywhere.

It's a pity that this place has fallen into the eyes of others, although Cheng Jun didn't think it was absolutely safe here. But now it is clear that the number of unsafe possible surnames has increased.

You can't stay here for a long time, and it makes sense to dismantle the formation as soon as possible. It's easy for him to refine the formation, and when the time comes, go back and find a place to rebuild, and save yourself in case you go far and can't recognize the way back, wouldn't it be troublesome?

Thinking of this, Cheng Jun jumped lightly and jumped into the lake again.

The man above is gone, but there is probably still one in the lake. The sword cultivator just now took the man's essence pill, and he didn't take the person's body, so it may have been put away, and it was more likely that he was thrown into the lake casually.

Cheng Jun then floated with the smell of blood in the water, and it was easy to find the person's location. The man sank all the way, and he was no more than a foot away from the formation at the bottom of the lake.

When Cheng Jun found him, he only found a part, that is, exactly half.

The man floated in the water, surrounded by a cloud of blood, surrounded by many ugly water tribes, apparently coveting the food that had fallen from the sky. Cheng Jun casually drove away the fish, and saw that half of the body was wrapped in blood, and only one side was left from head to toe, especially the head, from the bridge of the nose to the lips, neatly cut into two halves, as accurate as a ruler.

Thinking that person fell from the sky, such a powerful sword, but the sword can still be accurate, it can be seen how superb the sword is. Since this killed monk can form a fine pill, his cultivation must not be much worse than that sword cultivation, but he ended up like this, and the strength of sword cultivation should be second to none among monks of the same level.

With a wave of his hand, half of the man's body was taken back into the Qiankun bag, and Cheng Jun went to find the other half of the corpse - after all, he was also a monk with good cultivation, and he should not be reduced to bait for fish and shrimp. However, after searching for a while, it was still fruitless, and he didn't know where it had fallen, so Cheng Jun had to retreat first.

Out of the lake, Cheng Jun casually released the man's body. I saw that the person was also middle-aged, originally it was quite Zhouzheng, but only in the remaining half of his face, it was inevitably terrifying, his mind was empty, but it was because the essence pill in the Purple Mansion was dug up, because only half of his body was left, and his clothes could not be worn, and he hung on his body in pieces, which was only a line away from seeing him naked. A major repair with good cultivation is not as good as a beggar when he dies, and he becomes a king and loses a villain, which should be like this.

Cheng Jun saw that he was really dead, and he didn't plan to go into the ground, so he stretched out his hand to summon a flame and burned it.

Cheng Jun's flames were not ordinary, there were not even ashes left in the red-hot ones, only turned into wisps of green smoke, and the fire burned out, and there were still two things left underground. Cheng Jun secretly wondered, he didn't see him carrying a Qiankun bag just now, his clothes were gone, and the essence pill that could warm his natal magic weapon was also poached, and he didn't know where that person's things were going.

These two things, one is a Dan bottle, and the other is a jade plaque.

Cheng Jun took the jade card first, only to feel that the jade was as warm as fat, and the tentacles smelled. Kunlun produces good jade, and in the Lingshan realm, such jade must be recorded in the upper exercises, but in Kunlun it can be used as an identity token. The jade plate was the size of a palm, and there were four seal characters engraved on the front, Cheng Jun carefully identified it, and saw that it was written on it-"Qimen Northern Sect." ”

Here are a few kids, "second-generation disciple Meng Chunfeng".

He nodded and said, "It turned out to be a monk from the Qimen branch. Speaking of which, it is still my fellow practitioner of the refining array. This person's cultivation is not bad, his status must not be low, and his attainments in refining the array should not be bad. It's a pity that if he had brought more materials with him, it would have saved me a lot of trouble. ”

Although Cheng Jun had extensive knowledge, he didn't know how many Dao Sect branches there were in the Kunlun Realm, so how could he remember them one by one? Except for a few big forces that he had to know, what he remembered most clearly were those few great sects of formation cultivation that were refining formations.

When it comes to refining arrays, Qimen can be regarded as the leading sect in the Kunlun realm, with an extremely deep heritage, although there has been no top-level major cultivation, coupled with the large number of disciples, it is inevitable that the good and the bad are uneven, and the reputation has been damaged a little, but it is also a big force in the Kunlun realm. If it is placed in the Lingshan Realm, I am afraid that it is still a step higher than Zixiao Palace.

However, this Qimen Northern Sect is only a branch of Qimen, not a branch of the lineage. Branches like this, counting those who pull big flags as tiger skins, there are not a hundred Qimen, there are always dozens, and Cheng Jun can't remember them all. But he remembered this Qimen Northern Sect, and he also knew that this Qimen Northern Sect was wiped out. It's not that he is well-read, but that Beizong later showed his face in a joke that was widely circulated in the Kunlun world, letting many people know their fate.

I don't know if this Qimen Northern Sect is still there.

Looking at the situation, it is very likely that the Northern Sect is now being destroyed, and this monk escaped from the gate and was chased and killed by the opponent, so that he fell here. However, although this speculation can be justified, it is also unfounded. Cheng Jun didn't take it.

Turning over the jade plate, I saw some landscape graphics engraved on the jade behind it, and at a rough glance, it should be a map. There are many forces in the Kunlun realm who will paint the topography of their mountain gates on the gate token as an emblem, and presumably the same is true of this Qimen Northern Sect.

With a thought move, Cheng Jun said secretly: The materials I want, whether it is this mission or future needs, are indispensable for refining the array. These things may be rare in other places, but Qimen, a sect that specializes in refining formations, should be prepared. It's just that my cultivation is not enough now, a big sect like Qimen, not to mention thousands of miles away, it is difficult to reach, even if I get there, I am afraid that the harvest will be limited, but if the Qimen Northern Sect is nearby, maybe it will be a good opportunity.

It's just that the landscape graphics on this jade plaque are too simple, and it is difficult to distinguish where the mountain gate of the Qimen Northern Sect is. But with a clue, it's better than no clue at all.

Casually put the jade plate in the Qiankun bag, Cheng Jun picked up the Dan bottle, this Dan bottle is also jade, different from the token jade is warm, but this jade bottle is hard and fine. Cheng Jun recognized it as Jiaoshan Lei Yu, which has always been used as a magic weapon, and has the effect of warding off evil spirits and suppressing them.

I saw that in the pill bottle, there was a golden-red pill dripping and turning, with a dazzling luster, what is the essence pill that is not a spirit cultivator?

(To be continued)