"Come with the Master." Lin Xing glanced at Yu Laoqi deeply, turned around and walked towards the valley.

Yu Laoqi did not doubt that he had him, and hurriedly followed.

At this time, the valley was full of strange rocks, overgrown with weeds, and there was no trace of steaming, and outside a long-abandoned cave, there were a few blackened rotten trees.

Lin Xing took Yu Laoqi to stand outside the cave, and the divine thoughts leaned outward, consuming a lot of divine soul power, before the divine thoughts were lowered to three hundred zhang underground, and only then did Lin Xing notice a trace of scorching breath.

It was the breath of the fire spirit.

Retracting his divine thoughts, Lin Xing took out the array disk of the Eight Gate Maze.

On the array plate of the eight gates, there are eight grooves next to the complex array pattern, and eight spirit stones are embedded.

The array of the Eight Gates Maze Array grew in the wind, and soon turned into a few zhang in size, and landed in the center of the valley with a bang, and then the gray mist spread out in all directions, and Yu Laoqi, who followed closely behind Lin Xing, was full of surprise and looked at this magical scene very excitedly.

Lin Xing pondered for a moment, took out a wood attribute spirit stone with a more regular shape, took it in front of him with his divine thoughts, and pointed it as a sword, drawing it in the void, and punched the magic trick of controlling the Eight Gate Maze into this cyan spirit stone, and then threw his sleeve robe to Yu Laoqi behind him.

Yu Laoqi hurriedly caught it, puzzled.

"This thing can control this formation." Lin Xing turned around and took his hand, looked at the churning mist, clearly heard the exclamations of the craftsmen in the formation, and glanced at Yu Laoqi, "The master will leave immediately, and he will return in two months, don't let the master down when the time comes." ”

"Yes."

Yu Laoqi still responded respectfully.

As soon as the blue light flashed under Lin Xing's feet, he turned into a retreat light and entered the mist, pinched out a spiritual light, opened a hole in the Eight Gate Maze Array, and fled towards the northwest direction almost without stopping.

Yu Laoqi couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

He held the cyan spirit stone, his eyes flashed, he closed his eyes slightly for a long time, and took a deep breath.

……

The sky is clear, and there are flocks of birds from time to time.

After escaping more than a thousand miles to the northwest, it was the moon in the middle of the sky, the stars were dotted, Lin Xing pressed the light, the blue light slowly dispersed, and he fell in a mountain col.

Putting away the Qingxi Sword, Lin Xing took out a bottle of pills.

In the jade bottle is the low-level pill, the Bigu pill.

At the moment, even if he didn't eat, it was difficult for him to starve to death, but this feeling of hunger was really uncomfortable.

Uncorked the bottle, took out a Bigu pill and swallowed it, feeling the medicinal power dissolve in the abdomen, the hunger quickly disappeared, Lin Xing looked at the bright moon and thought about it.

Low-level pills such as Bigu pills are said to be pills, but in fact they are just pills that are not in the grade.

According to the records in the jade slips that have been seen and heard in the Nanzhou cultivation realm, the elixirs in this world have their own grades.

"According to the records in the jade slip, the pill is divided into four levels: heaven, earth, Xuan, and Huang, and each level is divided into upper, middle, and lower grades, and the pill is the pill that does not enter the grade." Lin Xing was dressed in the night, his eyes flashed slightly, "I haven't heard of this in Zhengyang Fang." ”

Lin Xing originally thought that it was the record in the jade slip that had passed through the times, but after he experienced the Plum Blossom Villa and got acquainted with Duan Hongyi, it confirmed this statement.

Yellow ladder top-grade, barrier-breaking pill.

This is the name of the pill that Duan Hongyi threw to Qiu Shaofeng, according to the records in the jade slip, this barrier-breaking pill can make the breakthrough of the monk's realm easier.

In addition, the Huanglong Pill that Lin Xing had taken before, as well as the Peiyuan Pill that he had the pill prescription, and the few Guyuan Pills obtained from the storage bag of Shi Shoutian who had been killed, these pills were all middle-grade Yellow Rank Pills.

As for the Blood Burning Pill and the Transformation Pill, they are the lower grades of the Yellow Order.

In fact, according to the jade slip records recorded in the Nanzhou Records of Experience, it was not only the elixir that was divided in this way, but also the four levels of heaven, earth, Xuan, and Huang, as well as various cultivation exercises, but the classification of the grades of the exercises had already been abolished thousands of years ago, and the reason was unknown.

The moonlight fell on Lin Xing's face, his thoughts gradually drifted away, and the feeling of shadow-like yin quenching appeared on every inch of his body.

On Lin Xing's body, the black flame patterns that gathered and scattered became very active, Lin Xing could faintly feel the joy of the natal corpse puppet A Tong, after absorbing most of the yin born by the transformation of the Qiankun Mirror, the black flame patterns appeared even deeper.

The corpse yin technique perfectly fits the characteristics of the Qiankun Mirror, as long as it is night, it will always practice independently.

Lin Xing estimated that if it continued like this, it wouldn't take a few years, and the Yin and Cold Pill would become self-contained.

But he didn't have that much time.

"Fire Demon Origin Qi ......" Lin Xing thought of the strange Lin Bo and the man with golden eyes.

In less than half a year, he will rush to the Ziyan Sect.

Before he could rush to the Purple Flame Sect, he had to go to the sinister place that Lin Bo had disguised again.

And this time, he will inevitably share life and death with the slave of the golden-eyed man, Uncle Lin who behaves strangely, and instinctively tells Lin Xing that Uncle Lin's identity is very suspicious, and the deliberately arranged place of the lower grade of the Xuan Rank is even more suspicious, and even, he has a bold guess.

After Lin Xing took the Bigu Pill, he sat cross-legged on a flat boulder in the col and breathed.

The long-term flight of Edgeworth consumes a lot of energy.

What's more, the moonlight is beautiful tonight, and it is the best time to cultivate, so he naturally won't waste it.

A few dark clouds drifted in the distance, a breeze blew through the cols, and soon the swaying weeds hung with droplets, with a hint of coolness, and the drizzle fell like mist.

Lin Xing has a spiritual light to protect his body, so naturally he does not get a drop of rain.

But without the moonlight, the effectiveness of the Yin Evil Quenching Body was greatly reduced, and he broke away from pranayama, his brows furrowed slightly.

In Lin Xing's divine thoughts, on the mountain path more than 400 zhang away, there were seven or eight people dressed in coarse linen clothes and wearing hats, each carrying a sleeping little doll with short arms and short legs, sneakily moving forward, and it seemed that they were about to leave the scope of Lin Xing's divine thoughts.

These people heard the voices of both men and women, and they mentioned the words of 'mountain king' and 'sacrifice' between their words.

"Cults? Boys and girls? ”

Lin Xing's face was strange and he stood up.

After a while, the blue light flashed under his feet, turned into an undetectable light, walked through the misty rain, and followed the group to the depths of the mountain col.

……

In the depths of the mountain col, in a formation with a hidden aura.

In the Xiuzhen family of Zhengyang Mansion, Qiao Xuan, the little princess of the Qiao family, took a few loose cultivators and planned here.

Qiao Xuan's appearance is not excellent.

But that pampering has added a bit of charm to it, but unfortunately, this woman's cultivation qualifications are not good, and she is only a three-spirit root, so she has been cultivating since she was a child for more than 20 years, and she is only worthy of reaching the early stage of the seventh layer of condensation.

On this trip, Qiao Xuan entangled several loose cultivators of the family, precisely for the white tiger beasts in this mountain.

She happened to hear that in the depths of this inconspicuous mountain pass, there was a white tiger beast, which often appeared to protect the people under the mountain, and was very strange, so she asked her grandmother for the magic of the beast, and wanted to subdue it.

"How can the little cloud and rain technique be so powerful?" Qiao Xuan was very unhappy at this time, and he was dissatisfied with the little spiritual rain technique that he had worked hard to cast, but he could only attract a drizzle, "Obviously, big brother, if he performs it, he can attract a heavy rain, and I can only attract this little rain......

"How can you restrain that tiger beast like this?"

Qiao Xuan was crying, pacing back and forth.

They had already alarmed the tiger beast before, and after some various means, they let the tiger beast escape, but the methods of the tiger beast were also known to Qiao Xuan and the others.

Seeing that she was displeased, the scattered cultivators stepped forward one after another to comfort her.

They are all dependent on the Qiao family's casual cultivation, and they rely on the Yang Qiao family's snort on weekdays in exchange for some cultivation resources, and seeing that the master is not in a good mood, they naturally do everything they can to please them.

Among them, there was a young and handsome male cultivator, who made Qiao Xuan like it the most, and in just a few words, Qiao Xuan's flirtatious heart bloomed, and several casual cultivators breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, there is some jealousy.

Coincidentally, several loose cultivators secretly scolded this person in their hearts for being a little white face, and they hated to replace him.

Several casual cultivators know about it.

Qiao Xuan once begged his father, Qiao Cang, the head of the Qiao family, to give this little white face a high-level magic weapon flying sword, which could make all the scattered cultivators jealous enough at that time.

"Sister Xuan, don't worry." The handsome male cultivator held Qiao Xuan's face and looked at a few scattered cultivators on the side as if they were nothing, "I see that although the tiger beast can resist the flames, but the strength of the future is obviously not sustained, we only need to turn to the black water trap formation as before, and we will definitely be able to capture it." ”