Han Lin led the way in front and hid his figure.

Jiang Ding followed behind, equally stealthy, and more thorough.

Along the way, from time to time, there were strange insects passing by, or the disciples of the Seven Feather Sect fought with the strange insects, but they didn't find the two of them at all, and they moved at a slower speed.

It has to be said that the two have similarities in their fighting styles.

A few hours later, Han Lin took Jiang Ding to lurk near a crooked river, stopped for a while, and looked carefully.

"Here?"

Jiang Ding was slightly stunned.

This place, he has searched at least several times, his divine sense and sword intent, plus the hundred beast talismans, but he has found nothing.

"Formation? At least third-order psychedelia, or even a spatial shift formation! ”

Jiang Ding's heart sank.

This kind of thing is something he tries his best to avoid, and when he sees it, he has to flee quickly.

But at this time, he just touched the tip of the rusty sword with his divine soul again, confirming that he could still return to the immortal gate at any time, without any superfluous movements.

After looking at it for a long time,

Han Lin finally confirmed something, and walked to the river in one step, sometimes forward, sometimes backward, going around in circles, another hour or two.

Suddenly, a flower in front of me.

Rivers and forests were gone, and suddenly appeared in a small mountain village.

Thatched huts, barking dogs, paddy fields outside the village, buffaloes returning home, green smoke curling on the roofs, a rural scene that can be seen everywhere in the mortal world.

The only anomaly is that there is no one.

"Spatial Shifting Array!"

Jiang Ding took a light breath.

Sensing with sword intent, buffaloes, dogs, and villages are all real things, and according to a certain setting, birth, old age, sickness and death have been repeated for countless years.

"Little Uncle Ancestor, be careful."

Han Lin lowered his voice: "This place was chased and killed by a disciple and accidentally stepped in, there were more than ten other people at that time, and one of them just stepped on a small grass and was destroyed by the formation." ”

"Okay."

Jiang Ding nodded silently.

The two of them walked around the village until they came to the edge of the village, in front of a thatched hut with a fence.

In the fence,

There is a verdant tree, the whole body is verdant, evergreen all year round, somewhat similar to the persimmon tree, but each leaf is engraved with mysterious runes, flickering from time to time.

The size of two fists, the whole body is red, and at first glance, it is the fruit that has matured for many years hanging on the branches.

Under the tree, there are still more than a dozen exotic fruits, which have long since decayed, and only the kernels remain.

"Grass and Tree Spirit Fruit!"

Jiang Ding breathed shortly.

It's exactly the same as the record in the Xianmen Library!

Without any refining, if you swallow it directly, you can make people generate 'grass and wood spirit bodies' the day after tomorrow, and the qualifications are comparable to the three spirit roots, and there are bonuses in the cultivation of wood attribute exercises.

In terms of value alone, it is not high, and the three spirit roots are nothing to many immortal cultivators.

But for those who need it, it's priceless!

"Uncle Junior Ancestor, this place is very dangerous!"

Han Lin whispered: "Someone accidentally touched it before, and then twelve clay figures appeared, each of which was very terrifying, and in just an instant, all of them died, leaving only the disciples to escape." ”

Jiang nodded and motioned for the other party to stay away.

Actually, there is no need to show it.

After guiding the specific location, Han Lin had already run several miles away, looking like he was about to flee at any time, and he was extremely experienced.

I don't know how he has experienced it over the years.

"I'm still a little sure."

Jiang Ding exhaled lightly, and nine light blue sword qi appeared seven or eight hundred meters away, slashing towards the thatched hut fence.

His grasp was naturally the suppression and cultivation of the entire Nine Heavens Ruins, and no exception had ever been found so far.

You can give it a go.

Airplanes!

The ordinary thatched hut courtyard changed in an instant, and twelve clay figures rose from the ground, their eyes being the characteristic gray of granite.

As soon as they grabbed from the ground, twelve solid stone spears appeared in their hands, and they all stabbed forward.

Bang!

The nine Dao Light Blue Sword Qi burst instantly, turning into Dao Dao Sword Qi fragments and spiritual light.

"Twelve foundation building combat power, and there are formations!"

Jiang Ding's expression was indifferent, no longer hidden, revealing his figure.

Sonor!

The magnetic staggered lines of the eyebrows flickered, and the Taiqing Flying Sword, which had been gaining momentum for a long time, appeared from it and disappeared in the huge air explosion.

Rumble!

The two spears were cut off, and the Taiqing Flying Sword was so sharp that nothing could stop it, and it cut a clay figure from his left shoulder to his crotch.

Wisps of sword qi poured into it like a tidal wave, destroying the clay puppet core.

The clay puppet stiffened, and the upper and lower bodies staggered and slidied, and its aura dimmed, crumbling into a puddle of loess on the ground, and the aura of the other eleven clay figures plummeted.

"What a peerless sword cultivator!"

Han Lin's heart was shocked, and he felt that his previous worries were superfluous.

Such sword cultivators,

Although he is polite and mild, he is actually arrogant and abnormal, how can he take advantage of other people's opportunities?

I'm waiting to go out to pick the spirit fruit.

only to find that the blue shadow in the sky was even more solemn.

Sonor!

The flying sword let out a long roar and slashed at a clay puppet next to it, and the meaning of destruction was pervasive.

Bite!

Twelve solid stone spears struck again in an instant, forcing the Taiqing Flying Sword back with the sharp sound of metal impact.

"Immortal?!"

Jiang Ding muttered to himself.

But I saw that the formation lines were pervasive, and the clay puppet that had obviously been completely destroyed by the sword intent revived again, and the formation was still undamaged.

"Kill!"

After the twelve solid stone spears forced back the Taiqing Flying Sword, the granite eyes flickered for a moment, and they all looked into the sky, and the twelve sharp spearheads broke off, forming a formation to kill the sky.

Airplanes!

The thatched courtyard formation rotated, and the soil thorns formed in all directions of the enemy, leaving not even a gap the size of a floater, and falling quickly towards the center, the earth thorns were extremely sharp.

Shout!

The sword intent of destruction was pervasive, and the blue brilliance of the Taiqing Flying Sword flashed, slashing towards the twelve solid stone spearheads, and cutting off three in an instant.

The flying sword shuttled through the sky, and three more swords were slashed, splitting the remaining nine solid stone spearheads into pieces.

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Dozens of sword qi suddenly erupted from Jiang Ding's body, smashing all the earth thorns in one direction, turning into a blue light, and breaking away from the murderous trap in an instant.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

The clay figure stiffened and roared, swinging his spear, and the twelve solid stone spear heads reappeared, without any spell gaps and pauses that ordinary immortal cultivators were accustomed to.

formation operation,

In the sky, rolling stones the size of a carriage coalesced, and a heavy gravity spread around them, falling downward.

"Formation, formation!"

A little killing intent flooded in Jiang Ding's heart.

Boom!

The aura of heaven and earth fluctuated like boiling, and all kinds of earth-based spells were bombarding wildly, and the Taiqing flying sword crisscrossed and smashed, smashing one solid stone spearhead after another.

A gravity boulder the size of a horse-drawn carriage was pierced through the strongest point in the center and exploded, sending countless pieces of debris scattered everywhere.

however

No matter how you cut it down, there is still a steady stream of spells generated, and dungeons, stone pillars, and palaces the size of houses are constantly forming, falling, and suppressing.

Twelve clay puppets were cut down from time to time, and the sword qi destroyed the core, and at most, three puppets were even destroyed by the Taiqing Flying Sword at the same time.

But it's useless.

No matter how destroyed they were, in an instant, they regenerate without any loss.

On the other hand, under the great loss of mana, the blue sword light dimmed a little bit.

The killing intent became more and more violent, cold and cold.

"Little Uncle Ancestor!"

Han Lin was a little frightened, and couldn't help but say loudly: "You can't do anything, why don't we go first?" ”

Since stepping into the realm of cultivating immortals,

He hadn't met a second high-ranking monk who could be so trusted, and didn't have to worry about being killed and robbed of the treasure if he didn't pay attention, and he really didn't want it to fall.

Although he was also accustomed to himself and didn't take much care of him, this kind of habit was too rare in the immortal cultivation world.

"You, go, at least twenty miles away from here."

Jiang Ding said coldly.

In the fluctuation of the earth-based spells of the storm, the Taiqing Flying Sword clanged, revealing a trace of pale golden lines, and all the spells automatically cracked in front of it.

Breaking the law,

Break the magic fairy gold!

"Yes!"

Han Lin was a spirit, and he didn't look back, and fled quickly.

(End of chapter)