The gray sky is floating with dirty clouds like ink escape, some low, some high, obscuring the original blue color of the sky, between the floating clouds and mist, there is a narrow pale yellow gap, with the change of the clouds and mist, as if there is life, constantly changing the position, but always maintaining the shape of the eye, but this eye has no pupils, as if covered by pale yellow glass, quietly peeking at everything on the ice field.

Jiang Feng rubbed his somewhat drowsy head, and the teleportation after breaking the formation caused the spiritual power in his body to surge out of control, and it took a moment of rest before it stabilized, and within a radius of one mile to the left, more than a dozen monks stood there scattered, most of them were repairing the discomfort caused by the teleportation, while carefully guarding the surrounding monks.

This should be just one of many places to stay in the ruins.

The head of Luoyingmen, Tu Mountain.

Jiang Feng saw a slightly familiar figure, unlike other Xuan-level monks, he quickly regained his clear mind, as soon as he moved his body, all the Xuan-level monks nearby were all on guard, and a few anxious monks took the first step to put on a protective talisman for themselves, and flew away in a random direction without looking back.

"Master!"

"Hmm. Tu Shan only replied to the comer, looked around left and right, and found no trace of other monks of the same level.

"Acting separately, this should be the place where the Snow Maiden inheritance is, meet in the Dao Palace of Venerable Yuan Chu, and try to avoid fighting. He didn't even mean to take this Xuan-level female cultivator with him, and flew away into the distance first.

Tu Shan left, and everyone present also parted ways one after another, and some of them left together, but among the strange monks, they did not form any squads, they all left alone, lack of trust is the norm here, everyone came in, but they all signed the "Long En Jade Coupon", whether they lived or died, but there was no interest at the moment, so naturally there was no need to fight for it.

Jiang Feng was not the first to leave, nor was he the last, feeling the aura of curse left by the Ice Desolate Snow Girl in his body, he chose a direction and flew away.

The ice under your feet is all over, but it is not thick, it is easy to break when you step on it, it is not cold, not even as cold as the cold mountain pie in winter, there are small pools in many places, fortunately, there is not much silt, otherwise you have to be careful under your feet when flying.

This place is indeed a place where the spiritual energy is thin, about one-fiftieth of the area where there is no spiritual vein, in this environment, it is very difficult to meditate to restore spiritual power, you must use pills, or directly absorb the spiritual power in the spirit stone, there will be a recovery effect. The spiritual power in the body that is too rich compared to the outside world will also involuntarily and slowly escape outward.

Because of the hard-won spiritual power, coupled with the fear of the mysterious eye-like existence in the air, Jiang Feng did not take out the flying boat to fly, besides, it was easy to become the target of other monks' attention. Before entering the valley, he had already filled up "Modi", but when he didn't encounter an opponent, he didn't need to use this sword to recover his spiritual power for the time being.

This ice field where the cold has retreated, the terrain is very flat, even if it is a small hill that occasionally rises, the height will not exceed three zhang, and there is a lack of shelter everywhere, if it is not for the light is slightly dark, maybe the field of vision can reach six or seven miles away, but now, it is only three or four miles.

There was an inexplicable throbbing in his body again.

Jiang Feng stabilized his body, adjusted his direction in time, and turned to run towards another place where the ice was thicker.

............

Xuan-level monk Liu Zhengchun stopped in front of a dead bush in a low-key manner, just now, nine of the thirteen monks here have already left one after another, seeing the two prefecture-level monks Ling Fei and Jindan monk Yan Shujia talk a few words without speculation, and then left, he breathed a sigh of relief, stroked his beard, and looked at the two monks who remained in the field.

Zeng Shiyin, with a strong figure, is also a Xuan-level monk of Chixiamen, although he is just an ordinary identity, but he is a brother-in-law with Liu Zhengchun's cousin, and he is also related to Xie Kerong, the deacon of the Gonggong, so among the many monks who came here in Chixiamen, he is very familiar with everyone.

Wang Lan, one of the loose cultivators who had been contacted by Li Dabang, saw the robes on the two of them, he quickly took out a string of red blue beads, and obviously put it on his hand.

Luckily, the eight monks who were explained by the head of the sect actually gathered three first, he looked left and right, and found that no other monks had arrived, so he took out a palace lamp-sized array plate, this wooden array plate was very strange, there were fourteen horns, and each corner was inlaid with a second-order gold spirit stone.

It is the fourteen beads and the mother and son array plates.

"Come and help, let's get everyone together in one place first, so it's easy to get things done. He urged.

Zeng Shiyin and Wang Lan stepped forward quickly, like Liu Zhengchun, and poured spiritual power into a corner of the fourteen beads and mother arrays, and as several golden rays of light lit up, in the center of the array, a thumb-sized silver ball quickly floated, the ball trembled slightly, and then chose the direction and went straight into the distance.

"Keep up!"

............

Mu Qianxue looked strangely at the rocky beach Gobi in front of her.

This is completely different from his prior investigation, the three ancient demons devoured by Venerable Yuan Chu, the Heavenly Thunder Horse Thief, the Ice Desolate Snow Maiden, and the Giant Shield Mussel Essence, after being partially refined by the Yuan Chu Venerable, will naturally affect the appearance of the ruins, the Horsetail is mainly sparse trees and plants, the Snow Maiden is the ice field and the snow field, and the Mussel Essence is the water and the desert island.

But where is this bare wasteland like the red Gobi?

Moreover, no one seems to have been teleported here like himself. Could it be that this is because the master gave him the magic weapon before breaking the formation?

She looked at a string of emerald green beads on her wrist, there was indeed a slight break, this thing seemed to affect her luck, she thanked her master for her hard work, took out a black pearl-like magic weapon, looked at it for a moment, and found that there was no vision.

It seems that he is safe for the time being.

Staring around, feeling the thin spiritual power in the air, she quickly caught a slightly rich but imperceptible aura, and ran back to the source of that aura.

............

"Is this the right way?"

"But someone walked by, it should have killed Gu Huorong and those people. ”

"You don't care about that immortal phoenix, but you really should get down to business first. ”

Feng Jiming walked on a narrow stone path, which was not paved with stones, but more like a complete huge stone slab, which led straight into the distance, and could not be seen at a glance.

He saw several signs of fighting, but no bodies remained.

"Remnants?"

"It's okay, there's no need to fight with these worthless beings, so let's go to the icefall. ”

"But you can think about it, give up the phoenix that will only be reborn in Nirvana, there are not many valuable things. The old thief of Yuan Chu has to take care of his own things. ”

"Yuan Chu is so kind? Do you think that if we work hard to help him set up a situation, we will definitely be able to leave safely? If it weren't for the sake of getting our own things back, we shouldn't have come here at all. ”

"Ma Taiji has already entered the ice field, don't worry, he is just an auxiliary chess piece, I think that Jiang Feng, nine times out of ten, should be able to complete your explanation. ”

"Don't be verbose, dead people don't talk nonsense, go and get the 'demon bones' first, after the fusion, you and I will be much safer here." ”

Feng Jiming stopped at the edge of a solidified icefall, this icefall came very abruptly, as if it flowed out of the higher sky, hanging seven or eight feet away from the side of this narrow path, looking down from here, it was impossible to detect where it extended. All he knew was that the path, which led downward, led to a place he wasn't sure about, where either the night owl or the ghost vine were buried, but if he was careful not to disturb them, he could quickly reach the snowy area.

"They didn't go down that path, and that's fine. However, they did take some of the hanging ice. Feng Jiming looked at a broken icefall and said alone, and then, he jumped, grabbed on top of the icefall hanging in the air, controlled his speed, and slowly fell down.

............

Han Li quickly detached from the bushy valley just now.

Although there were only five monks who teleported here, there were two prefecture-level monks, one Jin Dan, and although Chu Anlan, a ground-level monk who also belonged to the Li Sect, was present, he still felt a little uneasy when he got the token from the scattered cultivators.

He reached out and touched a string of blue beads hidden in his sleeve, and there was no warmth, which calmed his mind slightly, he just had to do his best to ensure safety and wait for others to find him.

That's not his style, though.

The bushes were overgrown, and there was an aura of decadence and death everywhere, very few living vegetation appeared, and the thinning of the aura was the main reason, but if you think about it carefully, or it is related to the ancient demon Heavenly Thunder Thief, could it be that he is already completely dead? Han Li, who had learned some information from the underground channel, faintly made a guess.

Or you should first look for the inheritance of the ancient demon Heavenly Thunder Thief.

He was about to judge the direction, but he felt a monk behind him, and when he looked back, it was another Xuan-level monk who had also been here, to be precise, a demon cultivator.

There is nothing to fight for, and there is no need to walk with him.

He was thinking about it, but he noticed that in the bushes not far away, there was a touch of fresh green.

Well?

His body moved rapidly, and he quickly came to the front, and found that this was a "Luo Xian Mo Liang Cao", an extremely rare medicinal herb, among the materials of the elixir used by the ground-level monks to forge the body, it is a very expensive existence, although there are also substitutes, but if you want to maintain the stability of the soul while forging the body, it is more suitable to use this "Luo Xian Mo Liang Cao".

Three hundred years.

He could see the approximate age of this herb, and it didn't need additional ripening, and the value should be about a third-order one. Of course, it would be even better if it could be turned into a thousand-year-old one, and the value could reach three third-order, but it also depended on who wanted it, and it should be more profitable to enter the auction house. It is rare for this herb to be able to live in such a thin area of aura, as usual, growing in such a barren place, the medicinal properties will be much lower, but for themselves, this is not a problem at all.

However, the monk behind him was actually closer to him, and Han Li thought about it, and moved his body to block the herb, hoping to get away with it.

The figures stopped, staring at each other.

"Those who see herbs have a share. ”

That person was dressed in a brown-green robe, it should have been deliberately changed after the teleportation, this kind of mixed-color robe, in this environment, had the effect of slightly hiding his body to avoid being spied on from a very distant distance, and only then did Han Li notice that this thin person was not dressed like this, but was dressed in plain white.

"In the Zuofeng Building of the Lower Jincheng Sect, presumably there is no need for Daoist friends to do it with Zaixia for the sake of a medicinal herb, right?" Seeing that Han Li didn't move, the man couldn't help but report his name, he also saw that Han Li was a demon cultivator, and the Guan Robe should be a Lizong monk, and the two sects were quite good friends, and there was no historical grudge.

"But only one. Han Li said lightly.

"It's okay to compensate me with spirit stones. ”

"I don't want to. ”

"You ——!" Zuo Fenglou spied back and forth, and found that no one else followed, so he took out a cyan magic sword, "Then ask my magic sword before talking!"

Han Li's face was expressionless, and a silver-white mask suddenly appeared in his hand. He unhurriedly put the mask on his face, revealing only his smooth and beardless chin and small half of his forehead, and the momentum of the whole person instantly increased a lot.

The white bone armor gathered from the void, condensed around his body, and the whole person suddenly had a bit more evil and ancient aura, his body sprinted, and there was a pitch-black broadsword in his hand, which instantly appeared in front of Zuo Fenglou.

Zuo Fenglou didn't dare to slack off, Lizong was a big sect, and the monks under his door must have extraordinary means, but as the leader of the Zuo family of the Jincheng faction, he was not in vain.

As soon as his left hand reached out, the bronze magic weapon that was originally bound to his five fingers in the shape of a claw chain was instantly thrown, and a black strange flame burned on the claw chain, like a thick rope, grabbing towards Han Li.

Click!

The pitch-black broadsword struck the claw chain covered with black flames, making a crisp sound of metal colliding directly, although it blocked the attack, the claw chain was relatively flexible, and the black flames shot down the erratic claw chain one after another onto Han Li's bone armor.

The black flame that struck like a fiery meteor seemed to have a strong corrosive toxicity, but it landed on the smooth bone armor, but it didn't make an inch, it rolled to the ground like rain falling lotus leaves, Han Li retreated, and the black sword in his hand threw out an arc of black light, heading straight for Zuo Fenglou.

Hum!

The claw chain magic weapon failed to make a contribution, Zuo Fenglou was not discouraged, seeing the black light with a rich dead breath coming, he also withdrew sharply, and there was a small semicircular shield in his hand, the shield flashed with silver brilliance, and before the black light hit, at least three barriers had been released, two blue lights were outside, and an emerald green light was inside, at the same time, his right hand lightly twisted the magic sword, the magic sword was divided into two, he waved his hand casually, and a smaller magic sword passed through the double shield.

Go!

The magic sword went straight towards Han Li just now, and at the same time, his fingers flipped quickly, and another smaller magic sword instantly took shape, projected again, concocted according to the law, and four flying swords from large to small, dragging the long blue tail, directly took Han Li.

Well?

Although it was not a sword cultivator, but it used special magic weapons and techniques to achieve the basic sword control ability of sword cultivation? Han Li thought like this, the bone armor around his body swelled rapidly, supporting pale bone spurs, he stood in place and did not dodge, allowing four magic swords of different sizes to hit him, leaving deep or shallow marks.

What a protector!

Both sides sighed at the same time, not only was the magic sword unable to make a contribution when it encountered the bone armor, but even the death qi that Han Li wielded was protected by the opponent's delicate semicircular shield and dissipated into invisibility.

Smack!

Han Li split into three waves, throwing out dozens of fiery talismans in a row, like a rain of fire in the sky, pounced on Zuo Fenglou, the flames were so dense, but fast and slow, the layers were clear, Zuo Fenglou could only hide within the range of the semicircular small shield, watching the flames pounce on the protective magic weapon that had two layers of shields left.

Silly short!

He complained in his heart, in this kind of place where the spiritual energy is thin, and throwing out such a large number of second-order talismans by casting spells continuously, isn't it self-defeating? The claw chain is the most economical spiritual power among his magic weapons, and the power is also relatively good.

Let's hope he won't be stupid enough to burn that herb down!

Han Li moved, taking advantage of the gap between the other party's dodging and firing charms, his boots flashed a faint light, and his figure flew up, levitating in the air five or six zhang high.

This is the skill that continuously urges the magic weapon, Zuo Fenglou quickly made a judgment based on this, the fire charm is still there, he doesn't want to confront it head-on, his body rolls to the side three times, avoiding the second wave of fire charms, and once again raising the shield that re-infuses a small amount of spiritual energy.

Break!

Han Li didn't bully him, his figure paused in mid-air, and his sword body shot out a black light as thick as an arm, hitting the shield straight onto it.

Crackling!

The shield shattered in response, and there was a flesh and blood blurred round hole in Zuo Fenglou's chest, and he glanced at it unwillingly, collapsed to the ground, and lost his breath in an instant.

Han Li landed on the ground, his body staggered, and the great killing move of Fang Cai's power had already bottomed out the spiritual power in his body, and he quickly took out a few pills from the storage bag, and chewed a few pieces of unknown herb roots that were significantly larger than their normal size.

"What's the use of just knowing defense?"

He exhaled a light breath of turbidity, laboriously dissolving the toxicity of many raw herbs, and then looked at the more obvious cracks in the sword body, and found that there was no major problem in a short period of time. Only then did he squat down, took Zuo Fenglou's storage bag and black claw magic weapon, kicked the broken shield a few times, and found that it was worthless, so he carefully picked the valuable herb, put it into the jade box together with the root soil, and then left in a hurry.

............

On the path that seemed to have no end in sight, three prefecture-level and five Xuan-level monks were cautiously moving forward before dealing with a group of violent remnant souls, this team of the Spirit Cage Chamber of Commerce had just lost a Xuan-level monk.

"The breath of fire is near. ”

Qiu Nanjia had already ripped off the black veil, revealing a high nose bridge and a world-souring face hidden in the long hair hanging down her cheeks, but except for the two prefecture-level monks, the other five Xuan-level monks all maintained respectful eyes that did not squint, and did not dare to offend in the slightest.

"Yes, Lord Zuo. A prefecture-level monk stepped forward and whispered, "We have lost manpower, do we still have to act according to the original plan?"

Qiu Nanjia pondered for a moment, then turned his head to look at the other ground-level monk with a third eye.

"God, it's up to you. ”