The location of this Blood Sea Sect's station, the highest cultivation is this unknown rudder master.

The Blood Sea Helmsman died, and the stronghold of this was that the dragons had no leader, turning into a plate of loose sand, summoning the ghost of the Blood Sea Helmsman and becoming a thug.

Shen Xiu immediately arranged for him to clear this sinkhole, and the remaining Blood Sea Sect members, these Blood Sea Sect members had blood on their hands, and he didn't have the slightest pressure to clear them.

When those ghost guards cleared the rest of the Blood Sea Sect, Shen Xiu had already searched under this sinkhole, and went straight to the room of the helmsman in the Blood Sea Sect, and rummaged through it and found 80,000 taels of silver tickets, as well as dozens of spirit stones, and this trip was also a lot of gains.

Back in the central square, perhaps the Blood Sea Cultists in the sinkhole had been resolved, and the entire environment became quiet, except for the hula sound of the breeze passing through the cliff cave in the distance.

In the center of the hall, scarlet lamps swayed on the eaves, shining on the blood-colored wooden stakes with strange ears, with an eerie smell.

Just now, those Blood Sea Sect members worshiped this unknown thing, and they also ate the strange growth of ears.

It's just that this thing seems to have a lot of benefits for those Blood Sea Sect members, but Shen Xiu doesn't want to take it, the ghost knows what those things are.

Well?

Approaching the weird, living stake, Shen Xiu suddenly found that the Nine Transformations Golden Cicada in his body seemed to be very interested in this stake.

According to the habitual knowledge, the Nine Transformations Golden Cicada can add a lot of satiety if it is interested.

The Nine Transformations Golden Cicada appeared, fluttering around the stake that looked like a living thing, and then stopped in a corner, and seemed to have a suction in its mouth, devouring the living creatures.

Shen Xiu didn't know what this weird wooden stake was, but since the Nine Transformations Golden Cicada was interested, he followed it, and through Fang Cai's fight, he also knew that there was another courtyard in such a wooden stake in this stronghold.

Taking advantage of the Nine Transformations Golden Cicada Devouring Kung Fu, Shen Xiu found a broken rattan chair and lay down comfortably, only to feel that the muscles and bones of his whole body were sore.

Fang had just fought with the helmsman of the Blood Sea Sect, killing on a whim, and he didn't know anything about these things.

At this time, the effect of the innate skill receded, and the sequelae of the whole body came like a tide.

Lead the Nine Transformation Golden Cicadas to devour two strange flesh and blood stakes, the color of which gradually became lighter and thinner, and finally turned into dry and cracked dead wood that had lost its water and soil and was exposed to the sun.

Since then, the harvest of the Nine Transformations Golden Cicada has also been not small, and the satiety has become 33.3%.

After searching the other high-level members of the Blood Sea Sect, Shen Xiu's body had tens of thousands of taels of silver, and Shen Xiu's body had more than 100,000 taels of silver for the first time.

This stronghold has been wiped out, and the cultists in it have been slaughtered, and it is no longer a place to stay.

Looking at the ghost whose figure had become a little fainter, Shen Xiu put it back into the underworld, then climbed the cliff, and returned the same way along the tunnel that came over, and when he left the tunnel entrance, the first rays of dawn were also projected from the sky.

After a night of killing, it was dawn of the next day.

After crossing more than ten miles of ice and snow, Shen Xiu came to a jungle where he came, found the carriage placed in it, released the demon tiger ghost to pull the cart, and then released the other two ghost guards, and he lay on the blanket behind the carriage to rest.

One night's killing, coupled with the battle with an Eight Realms martial cultivator, was not an easy and simple job, and at this moment, when it was relaxed, it was like a tide of exhaustion.

With such a powerful lineup of guards, Shen Xiu had nothing to worry about, the soreness of his body was like a tidal wave of exhaustion, accompanied by a deep sleep, and he soon let out a slight snoring sound.

Only the rather generous carriage remained, and it followed the established course forward.

I have to say that the shock absorption function of the carriage is good, and this sleep was not until the sun set, and Shen Xiu woke up in a daze.

The curtain in front of him was slightly lifted, and the ghost demon tiger pulled the car, and the ghost of the previous Blood Sea Sect helmsman sat in front of the horse groom and guards.

Shen Xiu lifted the curtain, this is a remote mountain road, I don't know which mountain peak which mountain road.

After walking like this for a few days, Shen Xiu came to a small town again, and when he went to a restaurant and sat down for a short time, he suddenly felt a change in the aura in front of him, and when he looked up, it was an old monk he had seen.

Being able to get so close to him so silently also made him feel awe-inspiring, but he didn't want to entangle with the monk of this King Kong Temple, so he immediately prepared to leave.

"Amitabha, can the donor listen to what the old man has to say?"

The old monk had a kind face and said in a gentle tone.

Hearing that the old monk didn't seem to have malicious intent, Shen Xiu thought for a while, thought about it and returned to the table and sat down.

"The donor doesn't need to argue, the old man knows that the donor has practiced the Vajra not bad magic skills of my temple, although I don't know how the donor practiced, but after all, it is also related to my Buddha.

But with my Buddha fate, but not orthodox, there are still a lot of troubles in my sect, the truth that the law is not lightly passed on must be known to the donor, and the old man is looking for the donor, which is also considered to be for this matter. ”

Shen Xiu's brows furrowed slightly, and he didn't know what was going on.

As if seeing Shen Xiu's doubts, the old monk continued, "In Tiandu Mountain in the south of Dongshan County, there is a black-armored underworld pawn from the underworld. ”

Listening to what the old monk said, Shen Xiu was also very surprised, the black armor was outside the forest city, and the surrounding area of Shanglin City was turned upside down, and the people were not happy, and there was actually one in Tiandu Mountain in Dongshan County.

It seems that this old monk is here to seek help, but what this old monk said also has some truth.

King Kong is not bad or the unique school of King Kong Temple, this King Kong Temple is one of the three major sects in Yunzhou, and the power is not trivial, no matter how you say it, this is a trouble.

If it weren't for that, there wouldn't be so much trouble trying to wash it up.

What the old monk said may not be a solution.

"How can I trust you?"

"The old man testifies to my Buddha, and the monks don't speak, otherwise their minds will be lost."

The old monk's oath is a serious abnormality, according to the testimony of my Buddha, compared to the person who went to sea to swear to Mazu, if you do not abide by it, I am afraid that the follow-up will be extremely damaging to the cultivation of Buddhism.

Hearing what this old monk said, Shen Xiu was also a little moved.

The old monk did not say wrong, his exercises came from a wrong source, if he really met the high-level of the King Kong Temple, I am afraid that there is a problem, and it will always be a trouble.

Without thinking about it for too long, Shen Xiu quickly agreed to the old monk's conditions.