"Ding!"

The two magic weapons collided together, one was a mortal spirit-level broken dagger, and the other was a top-grade heaven-level magic weapon.

The broken dagger was directly "split" into a groove, but this supreme heaven-level magic weapon was intact.

This result made Mo Xian even more sure that this new dagger was a top-grade heaven-level magic weapon, otherwise he would not be able to make his mortal spirit weapon like that.

"I heard that magic weapons above the spirit level already have spirituality, can recognize the master, and can be refined, so how should this refining be refined?"

Mo Xian was puzzled, but he had never refined.

Moreover, the best magic weapon that I have ever obtained is a mortal spirit level, and there is no need to refine it, and what spirit level, or a higher heaven-level magic weapon, I have never obtained it at all, let alone understand what refining is.

However, at this moment, Mo Xian didn't have time to study here, but put away this superb heaven-level magic weapon first, and planned to go back and study it again.

I saw Mo Xian put away the magic weapon, then picked up Fang Shan and left from that exit.

...

When Mo Xian left again, he had already come to the outside of a small cave.

But as soon as I got outside, there was a "boom" sound from inside the cave, as if something was blocking the entrance of the cave.

This made Mo Xian secretly exclaim, "These formations are just like the organs, one ring after another, it's really terrifying!"

At this moment, Fang Shan was a little moved, as if he wanted to wake up, and Mo Xian hurriedly took him to a forest, then put him down, and then built a fire, waiting for him to be completely sober.

Fang Shan leaned his back against a tree, and then opened his eyes in a daze.

When he saw that there were woods all around, he looked puzzled, "Uncle Mo, where are we?"

"It's out!" Mo Xian didn't explain too much, and when Fang Shan heard it, his eyes immediately lit up, "We escaped death?"

"Escaped death?"

"Yes, escape from that terrible hall!" Fang Shan became more and more excited the more he spoke, and Mo Xian was silent.

Fang Shan hurriedly checked his Lingkong bag, and laughed after seeing that the few purple heart grasses he picked were still there, "Uncle Mo, we can enter the Medicine Xuanmen!"

Mo Xian was also a little happy, but he didn't show too much, but this kind Fang Shan got up and said, "Let's go, let's find Brother Lu and them." ”

"What? you want to give them grass?" Mo Xian immediately frowned, and Fang Shan said, "They helped us cross the Thousand Xuan Cliff, this thing, there should be a share of them!"

Mo Xian didn't know what to say about this Fang Mountain, but he asked, "Do you know what kind of place this is?"

Fang Shan looked around, embarrassed, "When it gets dark, there are trees everywhere, and you can't tell the direction at all!"

"Then let's wait until dawn!" Mo Xian didn't know where this was, after all, he came out of that Thousand Xuan Cliff secret passage.

Fang Shan sighed, so he had to sit down again, but he was puzzled, "Uncle Mo, how did we escape just now?"

"I'll carry you out!"

"Aren't you poisoned?"

"Poisoned?"

Fang Shan nodded, "I feel that it should be poisonous, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to fall unconscious all at once, and then after I came out, I would be awake!"

Mo Xian fell into deep thought, "Could it be because I have Gu poison in my blood and am immune to the poison in the Thousand Xuan Cliff Palace?"

Fang Shan didn't know what Mo Xian was thinking, but said suspiciously, "Uncle Mo, are you an anti-poison body?"

"Anti-poison?"

"Yes, some monks are not afraid of some poisons by nature, and I think you should be like this. ”

Mo Xian wasn't an anti-poison body, but he said ambiguously, "Maybe!"

After hearing this, Fang Shan said gratefully, "Thank you Uncle Mo this time, otherwise I am afraid that my little life will be lost there, and then I will be eaten by the undead!"

"It's your kindness that saved you!" Mo Xian said lightly, but Fang Shan didn't understand what he meant.

But at this time, Mo Xian heard movement nearby, and he immediately put out the fire, while Fang Shan was puzzled, "Uncle Mo, what's wrong?"

"Up the tree!"

Mo Xian jumped up the tree, and Fang Shan had to jump a little bit to come to a thick tree trunk.

Mo Xian quickly retracted his breath, and Fang Shan also learned from him.

At this time, Mo Xian's eyes were like a fierce beast staring at its prey, staring in one direction, even Fang Shan on the side was startled, and he secretly muttered in his heart, "This uncle's eyes are really terrifying!"

Then a group of people with red umbrellas walked by, and these red umbrellas flashed with a faint red light, still that kind of blood red, which looked weird.

In addition, because Mo Xian and the two looked down from a high place, the two of them couldn't see what the people under the umbrella looked like, but they could see small legs and a pair of small red shoes.

Mo Xianhu wondered what these people were, and they walked forward one after another, in an orderly manner, as if walking in line.

Fang Shan's eyes widened, and he stammered, "Draw the ghost of the red umbrella in Spirit City." ”

"Painting Spirit City?" Mo Xian looked at him suspiciously, and Fang Shan said in a graceful voice, "Painting Spirit City, it is a mysterious force in Yunhai Demon Mountain, but no one knows where they are, only that Painting Spirit City, there is a terrible city lord, and four ghost kings, this red umbrella ghost is the personal guard of the red umbrella lady!"

"Is it amazing?" Mo Xian glanced at those red umbrella ghosts, while Fang Shan nodded wildly, "Powerful, and it is said that every Ghost King's personal guards are carefully selected and their strength is extraordinary!"

"Extraordinary strength? Then they don't seem to have noticed us. Mo Xian felt that they were not far from him, if they were powerful, he should have found the two of them a long time ago, and there was still smoke from the fire on the ground.

Fang Shan said, "They don't kill passers-by, they only kill those they think should be killed!"

"What do you mean by someone who should be killed?" Mo Xian didn't understand, and Fang Shan hesitated, "It is rumored that whoever receives the Spirit Painting Order will be killed by the people of Spirit Painting City within three days!"

"Draw a spirit order?"

"That's right, it's a portrait of yourself, and then there are three words on it!" Fang Shan told Mo Xian all the rumors.

Mo Xian didn't expect such a thing, but Fang Shan stared at the team of dozens of people and muttered, "With so many people sent at once, it seems that what they have to deal with this time should not be simple people." ”

"Oh?" Mo Xian looked curious.

At this moment, there was a roar nearby, the trees shook wildly, and the earth shook.

"This momentum?" Mo Xianhu was suspicious, and that Fang Shan stammered, "It won't be so unlucky, right?"

"What's wrong?"

"Recently, it has been rumored that a demon beast has appeared in Yunhai Demon Mountain, and it is also a heavenly demon beast, comparable to the Jindan Realm!" Fang Shan felt that his mouth was numb.

"How many products?" Mo Xian also felt that the momentum of the demon beast was not simple, so he couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Some people say that there are at least five grades, but some people say that seven grades can kill a strong person in the late stage of Jindan in seconds!" The more Fang Shan spoke, the more scared he became, afraid that the demon beast would come here.

At this moment, a red light struck in the distance, and all the trees were broken in the place where it touched.

Mo Xian was shocked, and hurriedly let Fang Shan leave together, who knew that the red light airflow was very fast.

As soon as Mo Xian and Fang Shan got up, they were shocked and smashed to the ground.

Fang Shan passed out on the spot, and Mo Xian had experienced countless lives and deaths, and this pain was still acceptable.

So he struggled, and just in time to see the women holding umbrellas a hundred paces away in front of him.