To the northwest of Sansheng Island, near the edge of the depths of the Barren Ancient Forest, there is a gravel area called the "Troubled Reef Ancient Forest". From a distance, the "Ancient Forest of Troubled Reefs" looks like a reef beach that stretches for 300 miles, with large and small black stones full of pores scattered around in a disorderly manner, the big ones are the size of a roof, and the small ones are like fine sand. Surrounded by dense low shrubs, one after the other, the green trees are one after the other, and they are extremely luxuriant.

Tens of thousands of years ago, the area was surrounded by a stream, but over the years, the stream dried up, forming what it is today.

In the void of more than thirty zhang, a green-robed Taoist stared around expressionlessly, nodded secretly, pulled his waist, and a brand-new light red storage bag fell in front of him, and with a slight shake, dozens of palm-sized flags and discs that looked small and delicate, with lines hooked, and the overall appearance of silver-white color fell in front of him.

As soon as these array flags and array disks appeared, the surrounding spiritual power seemed to be pulled by some kind of force, and suddenly became active, forming a white mist around Kong Laosan.

"I spent five million spirit stones, and I don't know if this much simpler "killing" and "phantom" second formation is as effective as the old man said!"

The Taoist muttered, as he spoke, throwing it slightly, his eyes closed slightly, and while the power of divine thoughts surged out, his hands pinched the trick at an extremely fast speed. The next moment, the originally chaotic array flags and array plates were rapidly arranged in an incomparably mysterious way under the plucking of a pair of "invisible big hands".

Four hundred and thirty-nine palm-sized cyan spirit groups were distributed in the void, like fireflies, with Kong Laosan's thoughts, these blue lights fluctuated together, some flew into the sky, some escaped, but half a cup of tea work, they were scattered, and with the fluctuations around them, these array flags and arrays disappeared immediately.

It wasn't until the "Rakshasa Heaven Killing Earth Phantom Zhenling Array" was arranged that Kong Laosan breathed a long sigh of relief, and then stepped on his feet, directly to the southwest edge of the formation, and with a palm in his hand, there was suddenly an extra palm-sized wooden box in his hand, which was given by Zhao Cheng at the beginning.

With a flick, the wooden box opened in response, and more than 30 white jade stones the size of green dates and covered in jade crystals seemed to be bathed in a milky white liquid like pulp, and at the same time, a rich misty milky white spiritual power evaporated from it.

"Is this the best spirit stone?

Kong Laosan muttered in his mouth, and his eyes revealed a little surprise.

In the world of cultivating immortals, spirit stones are divided into four grades: lower grade, middle grade, upper grade, and best grade, and the exchange ratio is usually one hundred. In other words, thirty top-grade spirit stones are equivalent to 30 million lower-grade spirit stones, so when he took over the wooden box from Zhao Chengyun, Kong Laosan had a feeling of "valuable".

Of course, theory is theory, in real practice, the exchange of spirit stones is much higher than the established proportion, and the reason is because high-grade spirit stones are too rare and rare. Especially the best spirit stones, they can almost be stored as war preparation materials, even if some old monsters have never seen the best spirit stones in their lives, there are many people.

"I hope I don't use this backhand!"

Putting these spirit stones into the eyes of the main array, Kong Laosan sighed, looked around, and seemed to recall the scene from half a month ago in his mind, and a sneer flashed at the corner of his mouth.

Half a month ago, Kong Laosan, under the pseudonym "Zhao Yun", went to the Sanbao Hall to retrieve the customized array flags, spiritual materials, spiritual objects, etc., just when he walked out of the gate of the Sanbao Hall, he was stopped by five or six young men wearing the clothes of the inner door of the Three Holy Sect for no reason.

These people's cultivation is not high, perhaps they are used to relying on the name of the Three Holy Sects to be powerful, and they are clamoring for Kong Laosan not to be allowed to call the name "Zhao Yun" in the future, and a few thorns also want to teach themselves a lesson. At this moment, Kong Laodao's heart was angry, there was no nonsense at all, and as soon as his fingertips were raised, a little golden light turned into a three-zhang sword, and with a slight twist, the five or six people around him were directly cut off.

After doing this, the man sneered, turned into a green rainbow, and fled away, but in two breaths, he disappeared without a trace.

The court and the public went down to kill people on the street, and it was the inner disciples of the Three Holy Sects who were killed, according to Kong Laosan's previous temperament, he would not do this anyway, but at this time and that time, while the eldest husband can endure being small, he naturally has the thunderbolt method of rioting and killing, everything just depends on the situation.

After everything was ready, the Taoist looked at the sky, directly turned into a streamer, and galloped away in the direction of the Three Holy Mountains.

The Three Holy Sects have been inherited for a long time, founded by three old monsters in the late Yuan Infant period, and have a history of nearly 3,000 years. Since the entire Three Sacred Mountains are located on the main vein of a large spiritual vein. Coupled with the fact that there is a spiritual eye spring on the top of the mountain, the entire Sansheng Mountain is shrouded in spiritual mist all the year round, like a fairyland on earth, of course, due to the strict hierarchy, those who can climb to the top of the mountain, except for those primordial old monsters, even the Jindan Ancestor is not allowed to set foot in a single step.

The Three Holy Sects recruit disciples every three years, and up to now, there are hundreds of thousands of outer disciples, and even inner disciples, there are nearly 10,000 people. In addition to listening to the elders in the sect preaching and cultivating, the outer disciples spend most of their time on mundane affairs such as all walks of life operated by the Three Holy Sects, including restaurants, shops, markets, and other major profiteering industries;

In addition to the outer and inner disciples, as the mainstay of the Three Holy Sects, although the number of Jindan Ancestors is not much, there are nearly a hundred, and in the case that the Infant Monster is one of the few deterrents and will not make a move, it is these Jindan Ancestors who can really decide the victory or defeat of the Holy Alliance.

Now, the entire Three Holy Sects seemed a little empty except for some inner disciples who were on duty at night, and many wooden houses and bamboo huts were blinded by black lights, obviously, due to the fierce battle with the Var Holy Alliance in recent years, most of the inner disciples were sent out. The huge Three Holy Sects actually faintly showed a decadent appearance.

The stars are scarce at night, shrouded in the dim moonlight, in the shade of the Sansheng Mountain near the peak, in the warm pavilion formed by the wood, bamboo and stone walls, the slightest glossy jiao panting and moaning sound swayed out lightly, sometimes urgent, sometimes slow, sometimes indispensable, like sultry feathers, people can't help but want to find out.

Through the papier-mâché window lattice, it can be vaguely seen that three figures, a man, two women, and three figures seem to be engaged in some kind of in-depth communication, the impact of the body, the fusion of the soul, and finally turn into a tactful note with twists and turns......

Just in the spring breeze floating in the warm pavilion, a man in his twenties, dressed in the costume of an inner disciple, walked slowly towards the mountain step by step, but before he could approach the warm pavilion, he was stopped by two figures.

"Huh...... Who is my Dao, it turned out to be Shen Dashao, why, relying on the support of your uncle of the Jindan Ancestor, you dare to ignore the ban in the door and come here to spread wild?"

A man in a blue robe, a beard, and gloomy eyebrows sneered, and his gaze was filled with extreme disgust.

"Hehe, you have to pay attention to what Brother Wen says, Shen Dashao may just want to taste the taste of the two "lust slaves" above! There are people behind them to support them, but our brothers don't, if you offend someone and are sent to the front line, you don't know how to die when the time comes. Do you say, Shen Dashao?"

Beside the man who was called Brother Wen, a man who was also dressed in a blue robe, looked like he was in his thirties, and his head was long, and he shook his head with a mocking expression.

Hearing this, the cold man did not react at all, and there was no look on his face, his fingers were lightly raised, and the two of them only felt that the golden light flashed in front of them, and their necks were cold, and the next moment, they completely lost consciousness.

As if he had done a trivial matter, with a flick of his fingertips, a ball of spiritual light sank into the body from the neck of the man surnamed Wen, and after about three breaths, the spiritual silk condensed into a net, carrying a ball of bright red essence blood in front of him.

When he opened his mouth, a bead the size of a pigeon's egg and dense blood patterns fell in front of him, and at the same time, the originally handsome and cold man turned into a yellow-faced Taoist.

With a little hand, the essence blood in the spirit net was withdrawn bit by bit, turning into a trace of blood mist, and disappeared into the orb. After doing this, the Taoist swallowed the orb back into his mouth, and at the same time, the blood and qi in his mouth were dense, the cheek muscles on his face bulged, and the wrinkles were erased, and the two characters were condensed and formed in an instant, exactly the same as the man surnamed Wen who was lying on the ground now.

After looking up and down, the man nodded with satisfaction, and then with a wave of his sleeves, the two people lying on the ground were blown down the mountain by a strong wind, and at the same time, the whole person walked slowly towards the warm pavilion on the mountain.

With the help of the Phantom Blood Orb, Kong Laosan came to the top of the mountain smoothly, but at this moment, the top of the Three Holy Mountains, which was originally calm as usual, suddenly erupted with a loud bang!