Qiu Bai Temple?

Jiang Feng recognized at a glance one of the prefecture-level cultivators on both sides of the struggle, the head of the Black Water Sect, he had met a few times in the final stage of the Cold Mountain peace negotiation, he spoke little, and he had little communication with the others, only a little communication with Ma Ai, the acting head of the Cold Mountain Sect who was next to the seat.

And the thick black mist rising from the other party's body was undoubtedly the demon shadow that he had seen in Lizong True Martial City.

Qiu Bai Temple is the strength of the middle stage of the prefecture level, in other words, isn't the Demon Shadow generally attacking the monks of the early stage of the ground level? In terms of the difficulty of plundering the Inner Dan, it is not wise to choose an opponent in the middle of the ground level.

By the way, he remembered the cooperation between the Changning Chamber of Commerce and the Jincheng faction that he had just helped promote a few days ago, Dou Jinfan still knew about the threat of the Demon Shadow, and found a human Jindan monk to help him, and the monks of the same level of other sects would even huddle together to keep warm and tide over the crisis together, that is to say, this demon had to choose a lone mid-level monk?

As far as Jiang Feng knew, Qiu Bai Temple was indeed the only prefecture-level monk in Heishuimen at present.

Qiu Baisi held a large red light axe, the length exceeded his body, it was nine feet long, the axe was not large, only about one-eighth, and from a distance, it looked more like a spear burning with flames.

His body was surrounded by more than one fiery red sharp light blade, which seemed to hide violent energy, flying rapidly, winding, circling, flickering far and near, attacking and defending, with Qiu Bai Temple moving left and right, fluctuating, but always able to protect Qiu Bai Temple in the center.

Huh!

Qiu Baisi didn't have any meaning to communicate, he let out a roar of encouragement, even if it was the first time he fought, he could easily recognize that the other party was the Demon Shadow of the Pill Capture that had recently made the surrounding sects noisy, since he came for this purpose, there was only immortality.

The strong wind around him froze, and the visible and invisible spiritual power converged, and as he moved in the air for a moment, his red light axe, with his brute force that could shake the earth, instantly slashed towards the demon shadow.

The black mist wrapped in the demon shadow, with the surge and agitation of the opponent's spiritual power, rippled like water waves, and at the same time, quickly, frantically, and without warning, disappeared in place, and appeared behind Qiu Baisi in an instant.

Three clusters, no, there was another one behind him, his movements were so fast, fast that they were close to the limit of Jiang Feng's observation, a total of four thick smoke waves, rushing out from the black mist full of dead air, three rushed towards the east, west, and south directions around Qiu Bai Temple, and the last one was in front of the mysterious black fog.

Each wave of smoke trembled, condensed, and turned into four remnants of small people three to four feet tall, just like normal people, with hands and feet, but no magic weapon in their hands, and it seemed that above the thick and somewhat sticky charcoal head, there was a scarlet eye that occupied almost the entire head, and the black eyes rolled wildly in it, locking on the location of the target.

Disease!

With a hoarse whistling sound in the black mist, the remnant of a villain flew towards Qiu Baisi quickly, crashing into the light blade barrier that had been surrounding Qiu Baisi's side, the light blade was very sharp, and instantly cut the villain's afterimage into four, eight, and twenty segments, until it was innumerable, like a ruined leaf carried by the autumn wind, and fell one after another.

However, there was still a small fragment of the remnant of the villain the size of a palm, which broke through the barrier and flew quickly towards Qiu Baisi in the center, Qiu Baisi did not dare to slack off, and retreated faintly between floating, a red cloud flashed in his left hand, he rushed over and instantly slapped the red cloud on the afterimage that was not too fast in his opinion, but was actually beyond Jiang Feng's ability to capture.

Rumble!

The red cloud was wrapped in a heat wave, rapidly expanding, exploding, and reflecting Qiu Baisi's pale face red, but this red cloud was originally released by him, once it touched his body, it seemed to encounter a transparent barrier, quickly dissipated, and disappeared.

Well?

Qiu Baisi ripped off the corner of his robe, and his spiritual power surged, throwing it in the air, but he saw that on the robe, a little bit of black light quickly converged, and re-condensed into an afterimage that was smaller than Fang Cai.

He didn't dare to think about what the consequences would be if he was a little careless, but because of this, he explored the strangeness and weirdness of this villain's afterimage, and he didn't dare to fight it head-on.

Hum!

As a prefecture-level Qiu Bai Temple, he has his pride, with an axe in his right hand, his body is moving rapidly, and he takes the initiative to fly in the direction where the demon shadow is, and between the lightning and flint, he has already appeared near the demon shadow.

Is spell grappling dominant?

Qiu Baisi made such a judgment based on this.

"Spiral Flurry!"

He hurriedly recited the mantra in his heart, and at the same time ceremoniously said the name of this triumphant combat skill, and as a cyan or blue halo ignited on his body, his red light axe hung in the air, intersecting perpendicular to his body, and at that moment, the axe body jumped like a spirit, as if there was a stirring sound, as if it had become a part of his life.

Break!

His body spun rapidly, sending countless blades of light that were red, cyan, blue, and mixed with countless well-known unknown colors, turning into a tornado-like storm towards the black mist hiding behind the villain's afterimage.

The black mist faintly retreated, a red-black arm, holding a magic weapon with a spiral blade like a silver dagger, fluttering, seemingly casually thrown into the rolling storm, but his figure quickly retreated to dodge, indicating that he was not so leisurely.

Bang bell bell!

The spiral blade artifact suffered a shattering blow, and many metal fragments were thrown out of it, scattered, and quickly flew everywhere, landing in the swamp under the two of them, stirring up waves of heat that emitted heat.

The storm moved quickly, and each time it ran in the direction of the black fog dodging, and a lot of black fog was torn apart, gradually exposing the middle-aged male cultivator in the black mist, the monk's red hair was draped, and the muscles of his whole body were bulging, but there was a penetrating wound on his right arm that had not yet healed. He didn't have any offensive magic weapons in his hand at the moment, let alone an extra protective robe to cover him, so he just relied on his cultivation to fight with Qiu Bai Temple in the middle of the prefecture level so far.

The Demon Shadow Male Cultivator had a slight upper hand at this time, but his expression was not flustered, but took advantage of another wave of movement in Qiu Bai Temple, put away the floating spiritual power, and quickly descended, falling to the ground, where the water was dense, and there were obstacles such as giant trees, Qiu Bai Temple's rapid movement was quite affected.

Huh?

Jiang Feng, who had lost his vision, naturally didn't dare to go to check, so he could only watch anxiously as Qiu Bai Temple also landed, and the roar immediately came from a distance, and the entire ground trembled, as if another big battle was breaking out fiercely.

Jiang Chengzi trembled, as if he was suppressed by the earth-level aura and aura that rushed from the tide in the distance, although Jiang Feng also tried his best to support him, but he still caressed his shoulders and did not let him hide in his arms, this kind of baptism of battle, even if he was outside the circle, would benefit a lot from the monk's understanding.

Compared with the Moqiu Spring that Jiang Feng had encountered before, Qiu Bai Temple's earth-level aura was more majestic and enthusiastic, almost breaking through with force, while the Demon Shadow was constantly releasing a violent aura impregnated with the breath of death and withering, plundering, squeezing out the life breath contained in the already muddy creatures in the swamp, and continuously replenishing its own losses.

Turned into a war of attrition?

Jiang Feng had such a guess, but it could only be a guess.

The battle came to an abrupt end after a quarter of an hour.

A black smoke wrapped in a little red light, spread its broad bat-like wings, and flew quickly to the northeast. His speed was slightly slower, slightly obscure, and he no longer had the appearance of moving freely in the air only by the black mist, it seemed that the Demon Shadow had finally won a miserable victory, and Qiu Bai Temple had probably been ......

However, this demon shadow is also cunning, it is estimated that Qiu Baisi was first led to the border of the Ashala Mountain Sect to avoid interference by other prefecture-level monks, and after the encounter, he deliberately only used long-range skills, and his melee ability showed that the opponent was weak, and finally pretended to be invincible and fell to the ground, and then opened full firepower, and finally bombarded Qiu Baisi here.

It's time to go.

Jiang Feng knew that in the battle on the ground, the Demon Shadow would inevitably have clothes scattered, which was completely in line with the two rules of successful divination with the "Borrowing Objects and Turning Shadows" skill that he had recently comprehended: either he had carried it with him for many years, or it was something he had recently carried.

But the previous experience of Chu Anlan being forced to divinate made him retreat. Besides, what good is it for you to know where the shadow is?

Jiang Feng's eyes lit up.

At this time, the Black Water Gate group has no leader, isn't it a good opportunity to take advantage of the chaos to make a small fortune? Although the Black Water Gate is just as difficult, but Qiu Bai Temple has governed the Black Water Gate for many years, and it will not be as empty as the Qianshan Sect, most of Qiu Bai Temple's belongings are taken away by the demon shadow, and the red light wrapped in the black fog is not Qiu Bai Temple's corpse, he does not dare to go to the depths of the swamp to find it, then, to rob the Black Water Gate, which has at most Xuan-level monks, is the best choice at this time.

Don't miss the opportunity!

In Zhanchuan Town, it would be a pity to miss such a location close to the water. What's more, Heishuimen is simply the puppet sect of the Wei State, without the protection of the patriarchal system, be careful yourself, you should be fine.

"Let's go!"

Jiang Feng pulled up Jiang Chengzi and quickly flew towards the depths of the swamp, his face gradually changed, transforming into Jiang Xiaobai's appearance, and the robes on his body couldn't care about avoiding small pools, and countless stains were splashed in an instant, he didn't care, speed was the most important thing at this time, not to mention, the dirty robes could also hide his identity, but he didn't dare to take off the boat, so it was easy to be remembered for the key features.

Half an hour later, Yuntai City was close at hand.

Jiang Feng originally thought that he still needed to break through the barriers of a few Xuan-level monks, although Qiu Baisi, the head of the Black Water Gate, was the only prefecture-level monk in the gate, but there should be a few Xuan-level monks, the specific number is unknown, but according to conventional estimates, there should be more than seven or eight.

However, the small scale of Yuntai City, crisscrossing the streets, is also the only two streets, at this time is in chaos, chaos, the monks shouting and scolding, the mortal weeping, and even the neighing of cows, horses, camels, and beasts, the sound of the ears is in the ears, one after another.

Not many shops had suddenly closed their doors, and the low-level monks and servants guarding them were like great enemies, armed with all kinds of magic weapons, and even ordinary sticks, guarding against the chaotic monks and irascible laymen in the streets. There were fires and black smoke rising in many places, as if they had been set on fire.

Ordinary shops were not Jiang Feng's target, he wiped his palms stained with a lot of sludge in the swamp on his and Jiang Chengzi's faces, and pulled him to hurriedly run towards the residence of the head Qiu Bai Temple.

The pavilion called "Jishou Palace", the flames are soaring, this three-storey wooden pavilion, it seems to have a history of more than 100 years, at this time it is like a huge torch burning fiercely, the giant wood used to build, emitting a crackling sound, falling from a high place, smashing on the ground, splashing countless large or small sparks, will hold the ordinary servants who are holding large bags and small bags, frightened to exclaim, but the feet run faster.

Jiang Feng didn't expect that this place was already as chaotic as the outside, he saw a Xuan-level monk jump out of the Jishou Hall and quickly run towards a monk's hall-like building, judging from the clothes and attire, it should be a monk from the Black Water Gate, but the other party ignored him at all, and seemed to have a more important goal.

It doesn't look like there's any value here!

Jiang Feng's heart was like lightning, he wandered in place for a moment, his hungry gaze crossed one target after another, the Jishou Hall should just be a place for the head of the sect to rest and meet guests, and it is no longer valuable, not to mention the large treasury of the sect that usually has materials, and the arsenal is even more useless, looking at the formation that has faded around here, it seems that the demon spirit lamp of the great array of the sect has also been plundered.

That's right, here!

Jiang Feng chose the target and swept towards a direction that no one seemed to be fighting with, where there were three big characters written on the plaque intact:

Scripture Pavilion!

Grab a few books, at least it's worth the trip!

Jiang Feng kicked open the door, at this time, there was no monk etiquette at all, he was just like every monk here who was vying for treasures, every mortal who howled angrily and tore gold and silver from the hands of others, he was infected and soaked by the strong and sky-high emotions here, and there was not a little simplicity and morality left.

Why do you want to do this at this time, Jiang Feng extinguished a trace of residual thought in his mind, and a voice sounded, I'm here to grab something!

However, what caught Jiang Feng's eyes was empty bookshelves, worthless rough wooden tables, and a child who seemed to be frightened and was crying, with a snot flow!

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