Alone on the second floor, Li Xiaoyi raised his eyes and looked, there were only a few people, but the road was a little narrow.

It's none other than Sun Qian.

"Shouldn't she go back to Moon Peak with her master?"

Li Xiaoyi walked past him stubbornly, cheekily pretending not to know, but he felt a cool breeze on his back.

Murderous knives, sometimes you really don't need real knives and real guns! Li Xiaoyi thought like this, and was immediately attracted by the bursts of treasure light in front of him.

Everywhere you look, there are magic weapons above the two heavens, especially the three heavens.

And each piece of fine products, a dazzling array of Li Xiaoyi picked up this piece, and he was reluctant to put down that piece, and he couldn't put it down.

This is much stronger than what he saw in the market, and the wild road is not good, this is the advantage of the sect.

At this moment, he began to have the consciousness of being a disciple of the sect, and he had all kinds of pills, exercises, and magic weapons.

Isn't there such a sentence circulating in the market, as soon as the sect comes out, it must be a high-quality product!

Li Xiaoyi glanced around, Sun Qian's gaze was like a poisonous snake, staring at him directly, there was a woman's grudge, and even more woman's viciousness.

Li Xiaoyi waved the loophole cuffs, deliberately displayed the purple jade plaque, and took a big step to go straight to the third floor!

Sun Qian's face was like a volcano, red all the way to her neck, and she stared at Li Xiaoyi's back as she went upstairs.

"What's the matter, junior sister?" a handsome young man approached her. Following her gaze, I happened to see Li Xiaoyi's back.

"Remember when I told you about the guy who stabbed me in the back?"

The young man's face suddenly became gloomy: "Is it him?"

Above the third floor, there are far fewer magic weapons and the like on the first and second floors, but everything makes Li Xiaoyi stop.

It's just great!

Magic weapons, magic powers, each can be said to have something special.

Li Xiaoyi set his eyes on the only magic weapon of the Triple Heaven in the audience.

Recruit it, light as a feather, weightless, named Bi Ling Jia.

A defensive magic weapon?

Li Xiaoyi tried to hook his divine thoughts on it, and immediately a series of information entered his divine mind.

Biling armor, grade triple heaven, the material is refined by the tortoise shell of the South China Sea turtle, avoiding water and heavy defense, and can bless the whole body heavy armor.

Obtain conditions, 3,500 contribution points!

Spirit stones, 1,200 medium-grade spirit stones, converted into low-grade spirit stones, will cost more than 100,000 low-grade spirit stones!

Li Xiaoyi's hand trembled, looked at the brand on his waist, and not only began to slander Murong Yunyan.

Also amazed by its price!

Thinking that in Fang City before, the two sword magic weapons, when combined, are less than a thousand spirit stones, and the Biling Armor in front of him will cost more than 1,000, and the contribution will be 3,500 points.

It's not a either-or situation, it's a want-and-don't-want.

Li Xiaoyi wanted to let go of this magic weapon, but his own hand couldn't let go no matter what!

Holding back his desires, Li Xiaoyi began to look at the past one by one, but the afterglow in the corner of his eyes always drifted by from time to time.

His soul is flying, and he always lacks a defensive magic weapon, although he is blessed by the illusion ability of the Quartet Treasure Mirror, but in the deserted suburbs of Linjia Town, Li Xiaoyi still remembers it vividly.

It's not a good feeling to be under siege!

Finally, he still couldn't let go, Li Xiaoyi stepped forward in a few steps, picked up the Biling armor again with one hand, gritted his teeth, and asked for it!

The magic weapon didn't dare to look at it anymore, and Li Xiaoyi shifted his gaze to the magic power exercises.

He is very purposeful and knows what he needs.

If a monk discardes the magic weapon of Taoism, he is no different from a mortal.

Li Xiaoyi flipped through several books about Taoist magic in a row, but he got nothing, and he was inevitably a little disappointed, until the last one, his eyes lit up.

The art of self-cultivation, the god shape is changeable, it can be transformed around the body, the ghosts and gods are difficult to predict their traces, the exchange point is 5,000 sect contributions, and the spirit stone is 1,000 medium-grade spirit stones.

Li Xiaoyi not only trembled his hands this time, but his heart also trembled.

"10,000 points are gone......"

Li Xiaoyi, who was heartbroken, turned around and went downstairs, didn't see Sun Qian, took a long breath, and went directly to the first floor.

When he saw Dao Heng again, he looked at the two things in Li Xiaoyi's hand, raised his eyebrows, and didn't say anything.

Instead, after directly exchanging the two phases, Dao Heng took out another storage bag and handed it to Li Xiaoyi, saying that it was something that every disciple of the sect must have.

Li Xiaoyi, who took it and thanked him, then turned around and left.

It was dark outside, and he didn't return the same way, and he was extremely careful along the way, so much to his surprise, he didn't meet Sun Qian.

Was it really frightened by this brand?

He looked at it with some disbelief, and then opened the storage bag given by Dao Heng.

A few bottles of elixir, a sword weapon magic weapon of the two heavens, and two purple robes, which can only be worn by elder-level disciples.

Li Xiaoyi couldn't wait to put it on, it fit properly, and stroked it with joy on his face, this was probably the first set of clothes in his life that was not stolen.

The gods are ever-changing, and they can't be cultivated at the moment, and the things that can only be used in the early stage of agility are carefully put into the storage bag.

took out the Biling armor casually, looked at it carefully, and couldn't help but feel a little pity.

With such a treasure, there is no possibility of advancing again, and I don't know how the person who refined the magic weapon was organized, it is too bad for this technique.

A mouthful of seven-colored glow spewed out, and one by one it was included in the belly of the Dan, it was still early, and it was not the time when the fierceness of the land of gathering yin was at its peak, so Li Xiaoyi planned to refine this treasure first.

Because it is an ownerless thing, this is possible.

The room suddenly became quiet, Li Xiaoyi, who was sitting on the kang, had a seven-colored halo around his body, but his face was even paler.

Time passed little by little, and the Biling Armor, which was wrapped in the seven-colored glow, slowly rotated in its belly.

Countless seven-colored brilliance penetrated into it, and then the forbidden text in the treasure armor was forbidden, and it was connected with the glow.

Finally, after a burst of dazzling white light, Li Xiaoyi slowly opened his eyes, and his expression revealed some inexplicable excitement.

And on this calm night, the Xiuzhen world, which had been quiet for a long time, finally rippled with a huge wave.

As the tide continued to roll, it quickly swept into a huge whirlpool.

White Bone Mountain, known as the first sect of the Taoist sect of Shu Mountain, returned to the sect, known as the first sword of Shu Mountain, Wuchen Zhenren, it is said that not only was seriously injured, but a dusty sword was broken in the White Bone Mountain.

The monks of the Shushan Sword Sect, the Heavenly Desolate Gate, and the Dragon and Tiger Sect all suffered heavy casualties, and the Agni Zhenren, one of the two great heavenly masters of the Dragon and Tiger Sect, was missing, and his life and death were unknown.

This matter quickly began to explode in the Xiuzhen world, and no one knew what was going on under the White Bone Mountain, but they only knew that this mountain, which was originally unknown, was famous all over the world since then.

In its radius of nearly 100 miles, there is not a single living person, as if it is shrouded by a huge black curtain.

Around the White Bone Mountain, there is no longer sunlight, and it is black and misty, on the land of Shenzhou, it is as if the huge mouth of the evil ghost has been opened, looking at the world with fierce eyes.

In a certain secret room in Kunlun Mountain, Xuanyun Zhenren was holding a teleportation flying sword in his hand, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face that had been cut out by the years.

On the other side, Murong Yunyan stood there expressionlessly, without any words.

After a long time, Xuanyun Zhenren said in a hoarse voice: "It's a pity that Wuchen was only seriously injured and broke the sword, and he didn't damage the root of Shushan. ”

"The disciple heard that it was after Wuchen and the old way of fire broke off, and since Wuchen was seriously injured, then the old way of fire ......"

Xuanyun Zhenren's eyes looked at the candle flame on the table faintly, and suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly.

"At the beginning, Agni once sent a flying sword to me, wanting to go to the White Bone Mountain together to have a chance, and I don't know what news he got, but now it seems that my choice is still right. ”

There was a hint of gloom in Murong Yunyan's eyes: "Presumably, that Flame Old Dao is also helpless, and he knows that he can't withstand the coming of the next Great Heavenly Tribulation, so he has to do it as a last resort!"

"Great Tribulation, Great Heavenly Tribulation......"

For the first time, Xuan Yun's voice revealed a sense of powerlessness, and then he looked at Murong Yunyan: "This retreat, for the teacher, I have to refine a few magic weapons that should be calamitized, and maybe I can increase some hope." ”

"How many layers of chance are there?" a glimmer of hope flashed in Murong Yunyan's eyes.

"Twenty percent, only two percent. There was a hint of bitterness on Xuanyun's face.

Murong Yunyan didn't speak again, but fell silent, Xuanyun stood up, and put a few pillars of incense on the table, in front of the tablets given to the real people of Kunlun in the past dynasties.

"I miss my Xuanyun, I have been robbed five times without falling, this time I am afraid that it will really be more auspicious, fortunately, you are already a real person who robbed the law, that kid of the enlightened world, I didn't see your cultivation realm, right?"

Murong Yunyan shook his head, and Xuanyun showed a meaningful smile and said, "It's so best!"

On the other side, under the moonlight, Li Xiaoyi was wearing a purple robe, and was walking towards the bottom of Lianxia Peak with a cautious face.

The ghost spirit floats under the starry sky, like a swimming fish, with an elegant posture, sometimes transparent and transparent without substance, and sometimes condensed and revealed, so uncomfortable.

Since this guy devoured the essence and blood of several dwarf demon cultivators, his cultivation has made great progress, and his realm has the strength of the late stage of fetal breath, and he is undoubtedly Li Xiaoyi's best helper at this stage.

As for the mountain stream and ravine, judging from the Sifang Treasure Mirror, it was not an easy place, so when he cautiously arrived at the side of the cliff, he let the ghost go down first, and he followed all the way.

There was nothing surprising at first, using the thick soil banner to leave the flag, Li Xiaoyi's body swayed in the mountain wind, and went down leisurely, the two walls were steep, and they became narrower and narrower, and he didn't encounter any ghosts.

However, Li Xiaoyi is not in a hurry, the moon is not full, and in the second half of the night, when the moon stars are scarce, it is the time for fierce spirits and ghosts to devour the essence of Yuehua.

Now, there are ghosts and spirits, and it is just to understand the appearance of this place more in order to have a basis for advancing and retreating, without losing the rules.