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He dug up dozens of weapons and put them in storage bags, which were still stained with blood.

After coming to the cave where the fire python was, Shi Yue went straight to the dozen or so black lingzhi.

"Millennial black pine mushroom!" Shi Yue looked at a black Ganoderma lucidum the size of a watermelon, his face showing ecstasy.

The rumor that there is a thousand-year-old elixir in the depths of the Lingwu Mountain Range is true, and the habitat of the second-level fire python actually has a thousand-year elixir.

In addition to a thousand-year-old elixir, there are more than a dozen black pine mushrooms of 300 to 700 years.

With the thousand-year-old elixir and the gallbladder of the second-grade fire python, Shi Yue purchased the remaining auxiliary medicine, and he could prepare the peiji liquid.

Shi Yue carefully dug out more than a dozen black pine mushrooms and packed them in a wooden box, and the thousand-year-old black pine mushroom was packed in a jade box.

After confirming that nothing was missed, Shi Yue turned around and walked out.

A quarter of an hour later, Shi Yue returned to the valley.

In another seven or eight days, the apprenticeship ceremony will be over, and according to the original plan, he was going to go back and sell the passion spirit wine in the space, but Shi Yue, who had tasted the sweetness, did not plan to return to Xianyuan City immediately, he planned to stay for two more days to see if he could find another thousand-year elixir.

He slapped the spirit beast bag on his waist with his palm, and the snow cloud marten flew out of it.

The snow cloud marten circled around Shi Yue, looking at Shi Yue with blank eyes.

Shi Yue touched Xue Yun Mink's head dotingly, took out a century-old elixir, and threw it to the ground.

The snow cloud marten divided five by two, and ate this century-old elixir.

It sniffed a few times in the air, moved its limbs, and quickly sprang out of the valley.

The wind spirit boots under Shi Yue's feet lit up with a burst of blue light, and his right foot lightly touched the ground, turning into an afterimage and chasing after him.

It didn't take long for a man and a beast to be in the dense forest.

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Zhang Yang was born in a poor family, and was once a descendant of a large family, but by chance, he got a secret book of cultivating immortals, and became an immortal cultivator in a daze.

His qualifications are average, and he has set foot on the immortal path relatively late, Zhang Yang, who Chinese New Year's Eve is five years old today, is only at the ninth level of qi refining.

After seeing the methods of immortal cultivators, Zhang Yang didn't want to turn into a pile of dry bones after a hundred years, so he heard that the Five Sects of the Tang Dynasty held a ceremony to accept apprentices, so he rushed to Xianyuan City thousands of miles away.

At the beginning, he wanted to worship the Ancient Sword Gate, but he didn't have any talent in swordsmanship, the Ancient Sword Gate didn't accept him, and he didn't understand the refining weapon, so he naturally couldn't worship the Wind and Fire Gate.

In this way, only the Taixu Sect and the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect were left for him to choose from.

After some weighing, Zhang Yang chose the Taixu Sect, there are three ways to accept apprentices in the Taixu Sect, Zhang Yang chose the last one, and went to the Lingwu Mountain Range to pick the elixir.

Zhang Yang and five immortal cultivators who intended to worship the Taixu Sect formed a medicine search team and entered the Lingwu Mountain Range together to find the elixir.

After more than ten days of searching, Zhang Yang and his party found a lot of elixirs, several of which were needed by the Taixu Sect, but the elixirs they found were not enough at all, so they could only continue to look for elixirs.

On this day, Zhang Yang and the six of them walked in a dense forest, and their twelve eyes scanned back and forth in the dense forest, for fear of missing something.

"Hey, Jin Yanzhi. Zhang Yang, who was walking in front, suddenly lit up his eyes and quickened his pace.

It didn't take long for Zhang Yang to stop in front of a towering tree, and at the base of the towering tree, there was a palm-sized golden Lingzhi with some red spots that resembled flames.

Zhang Yang carefully picked up the soil near the golden lingzhi, dug out the golden lingzhi, and packed it in a wooden box.

"Zhang Daoyou, your luck is good! This Golden Yanzhi has been around for a hundred years! With this century-old Golden Yanzhi, you can worship the Taixu Sect, and we will be the same sect in the future." A tall young man in a blue shirt said with a smile.

"This is also thanks to Song Daoyou, otherwise, with the cultivation below, it is not certain whether he can come to the depths of the Lingwu Mountain Range. Zhang Yang's face turned pale and he said gratefully.

"Yes! If it weren't for Song Daoyou, I'm afraid we would have died at the hands of the demon beast. A woman in a red dress nodded in agreement.

"Demon beasts are not the most dangerous, the most troublesome are those demon cultivators who kill people and seize treasures, since Zhang Daoyou has also picked the elixir that Taixu Sect needs, then let's go back quickly! This is the depths of the Lingwu Mountain Range, maybe you will encounter those demon cultivators, it is better to leave early." The blue-shirted young man shook his head and said with some unease.

Hearing this, the others did not object, and turned around to leave.

At this moment, a black light flew from a distance, and it was very fast.

"Be on guard. The blue-shirted young man was shocked, and put his palm on the storage bag on his waist.

Seeing the black light flying, Zhang Yang and the five took out the magic weapons one after another, and their faces were full of vigilance.

It didn't take long for the black light to stop in the void in front of Zhang Yang and the others.

The black light was a black eagle the size of a zhang, and on it sat an old man in a black robe with a thin face.

"This senior, is there anything that the junior can help you?" The blue-shirted young man had a bad premonition in his heart, and he took a step forward and asked cautiously.

"Just a few of you dare to enter the depths of the Spirit Mist Mountain Range, isn't it too arrogant!" the black-robed old man said coldly, his voice a little hoarse.

"The juniors also know that their strength is limited and are preparing to leave. The blue-shirted young man replied respectfully.

"Well, before leaving, the old man wants to borrow something from you?" said the old man in the black robe seriously.

"What's it? If the younger generation has it, it will definitely meet the needs of the seniors. The blue-shirted young man raised his eyebrows and said cautiously.

A smile appeared on the face of the black-robed old man, and he said with a smile: "I want your head." ”

After speaking, his face turned cold, his sleeves flickered, and a short red ruler flew out, and a magic trick hit it.

The red light flashed, and the red ruler was divided into two, two, and four······

It didn't take long for hundreds of identical red rulers to emerge.

"It's not good, I've met a demon cultivator who kills people and grabs treasures. When the blue-shirted young man saw this scene, his face changed greatly, and he hurriedly shouted loudly.

But before he could react, hundreds of red rulers flew towards him.

The blue-shirted young man shook his sleeves, and a small blue shield the size of a palm flew out, and after the wind rose, it flew around him.

At the same time, Zhang Yang and others also cast spells to resist, or threw out defensive talismans, or sacrificed defensive magic weapons.

With a miserable scream, hundreds of red rulers hit the blue shield, and the blue shield immediately shattered, and the body of the blue-shirted young man was pierced by dozens of red rulers.

The screams sounded one after another, and Zhang Yang and the five fell down one after another, Zhang Yang was the last to fall, his palm covered the bloody hole in his chest, and his face was full of horror.

Zhang Yang did not die immediately, but he was also dying......

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