Yue Buqun quickly left the valley, traveled hundreds of miles, and found a random mountain peak to sit down, and the fighting spirit in his heart was still not gone.

The horse-faced monk was too sensitive, and when he noticed that something was wrong, he immediately fled away, making Yue Buqun, who had climbed to the highest point of battle spirit, not up or down, extremely uncomfortable.

If Yue Buqun pursued that sword cultivator, the dozens of rings left in the valley would inevitably be cheaper than others.

By the time the ring was obtained, the Horse-Faced Monk was gone.

What a tough opponent!

Yue Buqun took out a small cloth bag, poked out his divine sense, and broke the prohibition of these rings, and all the things inside were transferred to his rings.

His ring was expanded by purple brilliance, several times the space of other rings, but he couldn't finish everything, so he had to expand another ring to be sufficient.

Get rich!

Of the thirty-four rings, there were a total of eighty-six spiritual weapons in them, only twelve of them were slightly damaged, and the other seventy-four were intact, and this one alone was worth hundreds of millions of spirit coins.

In each ring, there are many magic weapons, and hundreds of magic weapons are worth more than 100 million yuan combined.

There are even more messy things such as talismans, array plates, etc., which are full of a ring, but these are no longer in the eyes of the local tyrant Yue.

Hundreds of other bottles and jars, as well as mountains of precious elixirs, were packed in another ring, but Yue Buqun was not very enthusiastic about alchemy, and he didn't know much about the value of elixir pills.

Twenty-three dark red pills!

Yue Buqun didn't know how valuable such an elixir was, but he could let these monks go forward and fight desperately, thinking that it would definitely have a miraculous effect and would not be cheap.

The last thirty-four rings are also worth a lot of money.

This trip, Yue Buqun can be regarded as conforming to the old saying.

If it doesn't open for three years, it will open for three years.

From now on, Yue Buqun also dared to say loudly that he had accomplished a small goal.

However, Yue Buqun, who had a small goal, was not too happy, and soon lost his smile.

He frowned and ran the Taihua Immortal Classic, but after only a while, he stopped.

A hot breath always blocked his chest, making him a little breathless and extremely irritable.

The operation of the exercises was restless, fast and slow, and almost had an accident.

Yue Buqun exhaled vigorously, his divine sense flashed, retrieving his every move for more than two months, and found that he had been affected by this terrifying array.

This great array has been running for thousands of years, and at least tens of thousands of monks have died here, these monks are all genius masters who have cultivated for more than a hundred years, each body is strong, full of qi and blood, and the spiritual power is incomparably strong.

The dark red elixir, although it contained a large amount of spiritual power and qi and blood, but these amounts, I am afraid that even the inside of the monk's body is less than a percent.

Where did the other ninety percent go?

Yue Buqun looked at the sky, looked at the spiritual materials that could be seen everywhere in the mountains and forests, and his expression was full of deep jealousy.

The realm of him and the person who set up the formation was too far away, and the people were refining the pill in front of him, and he didn't realize it at all.

Ever since he entered the valley, inhaled the first breath of air in his mouth, and absorbed the first wisp of spiritual energy when cultivating, he began to be affected by this valley.

Therefore, Yue Buqun, who was usually calm, did not hesitate to kill other monks, and he had no idea of showing mercy to his subordinates and letting them live.

This is not in line with Yue Buqun's way of life at all, not his style.

Yue Buqun, who grew up under the red flag, has always had a deep awe for human life, and even if he has strong strength, he will not be easily deprived.

But now, Yue Buqun killed a few of them like chickens and dogs, and there was no psychological burden at all.

On the contrary, he did not kill the horse-faced monk, which made him extremely unhappy.

Even the joy of making a fortune only made him happy for a while, and he became depressed in a blink of an eye.

Is this forcing the people into the battle to kill someone?!

Yue Buqun thought about it, isn't it just killing? Our family can do it too, and they are very proficient, so let's kill a few!

Naturally, Yue Buqun made the decision that he felt was most beneficial to him.

From the dozens of spiritual artifacts he picked up, he took out a three-foot long sword, inserted it in his waist, and swaggered out while using his divine sense to refine the long sword.

At the final stage of the trial, I am afraid that there are less than three hundred monks left.

These people are almost all concentrated in the last two thousand miles of the realm, and the chance of encountering each other has greatly increased.

Therefore, everyone tries to hide their tracks as much as possible to avoid being plotted by, and they are also cautious and looking for opportunities to attack others.

Yue Buqun, who showed his body generously and walked in the treetops on the top of the mountain, attracted the attention of many monks in an instant.

Yue Buqun's divine sense swept across the valley unscrupulously, and all the things within a radius of fifty miles entered his mind.

The three monks felt his divine sense scanning, and two of them jumped up, harnessing the spirit weapon to kill him, and the other body paused, looked up, turned and left, without any hesitation.

"Kill ......"

Yue Buqun roared angrily and rushed towards one of the two monks.

The Sky Sword leaped up, with an indomitable momentum, a scorching white light, and suddenly flashed through the sky.

"White rainbow through the sun!"

The monk jumped with a loud shout, wielding a black knife and carrying a gust of wind.

The Yue Kong Sword stabbed straight away, and was about to stab the tip of the opponent's sword, but suddenly Yue Yue flipped through the air, avoided the spirit knife, and appeared in front of the monk.

The monk's eyes were full of joy, and he hurriedly offered a shield to defend against it.

But the sword was too fast, and the shield was not in place, so the sword leaped past and stabbed between the monk's eyebrows.

Another monk jumped at high speed from the other side, and when he saw Yue Buqun attacking others, he was overjoyed, and he wielded a lancet like a breeze to cut at Yue Buqun's neck.

Yue Buqun looked sideways, the long sword in his hand was raised, a sword stabbed on the lancet, the long sword was twisted, the sword qi flew out continuously, the lancet swam, avoided it, turned to the other side of Yue Buqun, and slashed down.

Yue Buqun snorted, the long sword swiped, and the sword qi flew out, half entangled with the lancet, and half crossed the long sky and cut towards the other party.

A small umbrella rose above the man's head, and the small umbrella was opened, dripping and turning, and all the sword qi emitted by the long sword was swept away.

The lancet flew and rotated around Yue Buqun, and the sharp blade cut through at high speed, cutting off all the big trees on the top of the mountain.

Yue Buqun stepped out in one step and descended to the top of the mountain, the long sword vibrated and laid a sword curtain in front of him.

Thousands of sword qi flew out from the sword curtain, crossing thirty miles, or cutting, or stabbing, or chopping, or splitting...... Attack the man.

The man tried his best to control the small umbrella, resisting the fierce sword qi attack, and then using the lancet to attack, feeling the pressure getting heavier and heavier, his heart moved, and his divine sense swept towards the other monk.

The Yuekong Sword jumped up against the treetops, and when the other party's divine sense noticed it, it had already crossed a distance of thirty miles and stabbed it silently.

Xiyi swordsmanship!

The sound of a huge sword resounded through the valley behind, but the flying sword traveled silently.

As soon as the man's divine consciousness shrouded the Yuekong Sword, the Yuekong Sword flickered, and it had already crossed the small umbrella aura that the man controlled, and stabbed him into the back of his head with a sword from behind, killing him instantly.

Ignoring it, when the enemy saw the flying sword, the flying sword had already left there.

And where the flying sword really appeared, the enemy was unaware.

Yue Buqun's set of swordsmanship is not perfect, therefore, the flying sword cannot appear in the enemy's line of sight in a dignified manner, and it can still make the enemy undetectable.

Therefore, it can only avoid the enemy's sight, which can be regarded as a sound attack.

It is a rudimentary version of Xiyi's swordsmanship.

After killing two people in a row, Yue Buqun's chest was swept away, his mood calmed down, his mind moved, and he put away the elixir formed by the spirit weapon ring of the two of them.

This hell formation, it is really forcing the monks who enter the formation to kill each other!

Yue Buqun didn't know if it would have an irreversible impact on his mind if he continued to kill on a large scale, but he didn't dare to try.

In the distance, a rapidly jumping figure faintly appeared in the mountains and forests.

Yue Buqun saw the same, snorted, unwilling to kill any more, his body shook, and he disappeared into the mountains and forests.