After Wei Xia Zhi flew away, the sky exploded into a ball of brilliant fire the size of a thousand zhang, side by side with fireworks in the mortal world.

The golden and green fireworks took away a lot of lives, and only a few of the outside monks trapped inside could live, and those few were also able to survive with the special nature of the natal weapon, and the realm plummeted.

One of them looked at the jade fragment in his hand with a sad face, and he was reluctant to stand in the air at this time.

"For that pseudo-magic weapon, I destroyed my natal weapon......"

"Ahh

The man's heart was completely broken, and he went crazy, not knowing where he was going to fly.

Lives are short-lived.

The others all sighed softly, although they were not so fragile, but they were still full of loss. After all, having come to this realm, those who are still stuck in progress are all a handful of years.

Otherwise, who would have come so far here? What Nanling Immortal Dynasty, to put it bluntly, is a bunch of broken mountain ranges, nothing good.

But for the sake of that magic weapon, in order to have the opportunity to break through the Tianxuan Dao, and for the avenue in front of him, he will choose to come to this foreign land to adventure, and will come to kill the young man who has no grudges with him.

When he dies, he can complain that his skills are not as good as others, and he can complain about the injustice of heaven and earth, but what if he dies? Nothing to talk about.

When everyone else left, there was a middle-aged man who stayed here, holding the fragment of the long sword and sitting quietly on the ground, I don't know how long it was, and I didn't know how close it was.

When Dongfang Huaiyin arrived here, the battle had already ended, and there was not much smoke and dust left.

She looked at the sad man and asked, "There's a big fight here?" Are you defeated? ”

The middle-aged man didn't raise his head, still holding the fragment of the long sword, and muttered in his mouth, "It's all gone, it's all gone, the Taoism of thousands of years is gone, there's nothing, how dare you go back to your hometown......

When they came, they were ambitious, and the attack pseudo-magic weapon offered by Tianyuan Wei Burial White was bound to be obtained, and the Dao Sect did not interfere, but chose to help, which made them more confident.

But why can't the boy be killed? Obviously they are already very united, and it is very rare for a bunch of monks who don't know each other to do this.

Dongfang Huaiyin closed his eyes and deduced for a while, but he couldn't get any deduction answers.

The first is that her realm is not enough, and she is not good at calculating, and the second is what means the departed person used to hide his breath.

The middle-aged man finally got down and continued to whisper, "Devil, devil ......"

can survive under the siege of so many Tianxuan monks, and kill most of them, he has not yet cultivated, isn't this the devil?

Dongfang Huaiyin's face became more and more solemn, this person didn't look like a disciple of the Taoist Sect, he was dressed casually, could it be the head of which immortal sect?

Killing a demon cultivator?

This person was definitely not weak in the late Tianxuan period in his heyday, and judging from the traces of this battlefield, there were many monks who participated in the siege, and none of them were lower than the middle Tianxuan period.

That demon cultivation is extremely strong!

The woman in the skirt immediately chased in the last direction where Wei Xia Zhi's breath disappeared.

Although she is not a person from the Nanling Immortal Dynasty, but the two devil cultivators are punished by everyone when they see it, since they have met it, let's do it once to subdue the demon and eliminate the demon.

Wei Xia Zhi clutched his chest and slowly fell to the ground.

The speed at which he refined qi and resisted the wind was a little faster, thanks to the fact that the refining of qi had truly broken through to the late stage of Tianxuan, and it was also the end point of all the people refining qi in the world.

Qi refiners are already stronger than most cultivators of the same realm, with a variety of means and strong ability to adapt to the environment, as long as there is a place with a true spirit, they can exert infinite killing power, which is also the reason why the monks in the late Tianxuan stage will choose to refine qi.

Wei Xia Zhi took out one of the storage bags, there were not many spirit stones in it, plus the dozens of pieces that were eaten by the mountains and rivers, they were less than three hundred.

Even if the monks in the middle of the Tianxuan period are weak, they are still so poor?

In fact, Wei Xia Zhi didn't know that the spirit stone and spirit jade were not only of great help to breaking through the realm when they were in the low realm, but after the realm was a little higher, it would be difficult to have an effect on the body.

When fighting, the speed of absorbing spirit stones is too slow and too slow, and it can't have any effect, so you can only use them to nourish your natal weapon or forge a pseudo-magic weapon.

And the natal weapon is a bottomless pit, if you want to practice it to the quality of a semi-magic weapon, the only way is to fill the spirit stone and spirit jade to speed up, otherwise it will take a long time to wait.

Now Wei Xia Zhi seems to have discovered this problem, and after inhaling dozens of spirit stones, the mountains and rivers have traveled less than a hundred miles, and this distance only slightly covers up the breath.

"Is there too few spirit stones?"

Wei Xia Zhi poured all the remaining more than two hundred spirit stones on the mountain and river roll, and for a while, like throwing stones into the sea, he couldn't splash too many waves.

On that quaint picture scroll, after a little bit of aura, it turned bleak.

In fact, there are not many true spirits absorbed by this magic weapon, and most of them are wasted.

It lacks a master, a master who can absorb the true spirit.

Wei Xia Zhi took out another storage bag, it was messy, and it was also very poor, listening to the sound, there were only five or six hundred spirit stones, and there was no spirit jade to look forward to.

It's still the same, all disappearing on the mountains and rivers.

The small corner where the missing piece of the ancient scroll moved, and then it was calm, and all the true spirits gathered in the torn corner dissipated and did not grow.

Wei Xia Zhi tried to urge shallowly, and sure enough, there was a hint of response.

Although it came back to life, it was still "weak" and did not last long.

The emaciated teenager put away the scroll and a smile appeared on his face, "That's enough." ”

It's good to be able to use it when necessary, now he doesn't dare to say more, the vast majority of Tianxuan late stage is no longer an opponent.

As long as they didn't suddenly fall into the big array, coupled with the sword qi that turned into a Dao, twenty or thirty of them could also escape with their own strength, unless there was some strange means that he couldn't understand.

After Wei Xia Zhi sat on the ground for a while, he had no intention of resting.

In fact, during this time, he had been worried that the Seven Tibetan Gods would bring him side effects, just like the days when he just came out of Dongchu Sword Village, the seven emotions and six desires brought by him were difficult to control.

In the end, there were no side effects left in the ears and eyes, and he was not worried about the eyes at all, but he was afraid that one day he would be really deaf.

Then he would lose most of his perception of the world.

The emaciated boy flew into the air again, and could only roughly choose one direction.

"You have to find a place to rest quickly, or I'm afraid this injury won't heal......"

There were many injuries before, but with the influence of that dragon vein on his body, he recovered quickly, and that sword qi only helped him temporarily block the wound, and he had not yet healed, and it still hurt badly.

Coupled with his various old injuries from the past, he really needs a good rest.

On the third day of the fourth month, Xiaoman.

The boy who had been flying for thousands of miles all the way finally stopped, and he wanted to take a break, which was almost to his limit.

In a dark cave, Wei Xia Zhi half-covered a boulder before he was relieved to sit inside.

This was a temporary place for him to find after searching for a while, and he also found a lot of meat.

It's just that in the small full season, the outside world is very hot.

In the dark cave, the dirty figure looked so embarrassed, like a beggar who had been hungry for a long time and had not eaten.

He stretched out a hand, and the refined true spirit slowly roasted the piece of meat, but the first thing he smelled was a rotten smell.

The ingredients that have just been recovered and the undried blood are very fresh.

Wei Xia Zhi frowned, but he didn't have much strength to care about the rotten flesh on his chest.

After a while, after he had eaten half full, he took out two balls of cloth and wrapped them around his chest.

It was the smell he hated the most, the smell of decay.

Wei Xia Zhi continued to eat, as if he had died suddenly, and he didn't know when he fell asleep, with roast meat in his mouth.

This scene made people watch, and they couldn't help but admire his perseverance.

Exhausted, he slept to death.

After he crossed the territory of the Fire Cloud Sect, the real danger was also imminent.

This time, Nanling Xiangjia did not leave a hand, it was bound to win, not only dispatched the strength that could sweep any immortal gate, but also secretly brought a pseudo-magic weapon, a murderous magic weapon.

Even Xiang Yan didn't know about this matter, let alone Xiang Liming, who led the team.

The old patriarch of the Nanling Xiang family really wanted him to die, not only for the magic weapon in his hand, but also for other factors.

It's like the Purple Qi Sect has an elder to show him the way, so it must be done cleanly!

Xiang Liming was also resting at this time, but he didn't look very concerned.

They had Wei Xia Zhi's blood in their hands, and after using some secret methods, they had a magic weapon similar to a demon seeking needle to show them the way.

And in this team, any one can crush Wei Xia Zhi to death, that is a monk who breaks the mystery and enters the Tao!

Xiang Liming actually still couldn't understand the heavy responsibility that Xiang Yan gave him, and he could have come out and take the credit himself.

"Commander Dawn, the pointer has moved again."

The blue-robed man lying on the tree moved, looking into the distance, "Oh? Is there a specific direction? ”

The black shadow in the distance slowly approached, shook his head, and said, "Not yet." ”

Waving to Dawn, "Got it, just keep heading south." ”

"But...... But the hand kept moving. ”

The blue-robed man suddenly sat up, jumped off the tree, and laughed: "Quick, continue south, I'm going to find him." ”

The unmodified Demon Seeking Needle could only sense the blood owner within a certain range, and along the way, the pointer moved after a long time, making it difficult for them to believe that thing.

But now, it's not far from him!

A thousand miles to the southwest, the young man huddled in the cave became more and more pale, not only was he injured, he was sick again, and the high fever did not go away, and he did not know that he was sleeping.

On the top of the clouds, the child who was changed into a pink dress was full of sorrow.

Cai Xuan'er smiled and said, "How is it, Xiao Xia Ye, is this dress good-looking?" ”

Xia Ye shook her head a little helplessly, this fairy said that Lord Ye Zhi had not cooperated with her work, so she had to let him do it for her.

Xia Ye's mood at this time is not to mention how complicated it is, isn't this Lord Ye Zhi's home? Why aren't you leaving?

He scratched his head suddenly, as if he were a guest.

I think about it differently, I'm a big dryad, why do I wear such a ...... Such a well-behaved dress?!!

The little boy in the pink skirt sighed and touched the bamboo slip in his hand, which was secretly given to him by Lord Ye Zhi last time, and he has been holding it all the time.

Xia Ye misses the days when he flew thousands of miles of mountains and rivers with Wei Xia Zhi.

The tall woman in the distance sat in the pavilion all day, saying that she wanted to practice.

Xia Ye thought that such a boring day would not be as interesting as following Wei Xia Zhi and waiting for death.

Now his life is very stable, he is very happy, and he is a little unhappy.

The tall woman suddenly opened her eyes and looked to the east.

There was little anger in her clear eyes, and then she stood up, like an unsheathed sword, and her momentum alone was better than the sword momentum of countless people.

"What's wrong?" Cai Xuan'er was a little puzzled.

Ye Zhi sneered and said, "There is an old guy who dares to go out of the mountain casually without our consent, do you think you should fight?" ”

"Huh? Who is it? ”

"Forgot, what does it seem to be called a real person?"