After confirming that the two praying mantis monsters were dead, Chang Xi shook the transparent wings in his hand that were as thin as cicada wings and the size of half a door panel, and with a slight wave, he could almost float.

"It's a treasure, maybe it can be used in the future. ”

He tore off the wings from the back of another mantis monster and put them in two pairs and put them in a storage bag. Looking at these two unusually sharp scythes, they came from the monsters in the void, and they were strange goods to live in outside. Chang Xi just rolled up his sleeves and scooped up all the things that could be picked off the two mantis monsters.

There is only Chang Xi's hard-working figure in the poisonous miasma swamp, and when Rao is counting the spoils of war, Chang Xi still expands his perception to the maximum, pressing one hand on the hilt of the sword, and drawing the sword at any time if there is any abnormality.

After some effort, the two mantis monsters had become smooth, and most of the demon pills that had been formed in the mantis monsters' bodies were also taken out in the palms. The demon pill was obviously also deeply infected by the void breath, but I don't know if it was an illusion, the lingering void breath on the demon pill seemed to be a little milder than before. Chang Xi didn't have time to think about it, and he would make a final decision after stuffing it into a small storage bag.

Chang Xi stood up, not in a hurry to leave, but groaned.

Many areas in the Tomb have been infected by the Void Air, and the creatures that survived in the Void have all changed dramatically, and their strength has increased by leaps and bounds.

Chang Xi looked at the corpses of the two praying mantis monsters, and just now he carefully identified them, these two praying mantis monsters should be the demon beast scythe mantis of the foundation building realm. However, the ordinary scythe mantis did not have the ability to conceal its body, nor did it have the terrifying and terrifying spikes that shot out, and even the realm cultivation had skyrocketed to the late stage of the foundation building realm.

Chang Xi was sure that even if such a ferocious monster encountered an ordinary Jindan Realm monk, it would have enough strength to fight. If the monk is careless, he may even be under the mantis monster's hidden powers and spiky rain.

Chang Xi frowned, now there is only less than thirty percent of the spiritual power left in his body, if he encounters a monster at the level of the foundation building realm again, it may not be difficult to win, but the spiritual power consumed is extremely difficult to recover. At the moment, he is alone, if he is not lucky, he encounters a void monster cultivated in the Jindan Realm, or is surrounded and suppressed by other sect disciples with bad intentions, then he will be in danger.

"Looks like we'll have to find a way to get a few more seals. ”

Chang Xi narrowed his eyes slightly, and took a step towards the depths of the poisonous miasma swamp.

......

An ancient temple that has not been infected by the breath of the void.

At the foot of the green jade stone steps, the disciples of the two sects confronted each other, but the three disciples of the side wearing green robes were full of ridicule and sarcasm, and they looked like they were in a good position. On the other side, the two disciples who were covered in moon-white clothes were covered with scars and embarrassed.

"Senior Brother Fang, we have made a lot of money now! Sure enough, it is right to set up an ambush in this ancient hall, once a group of fools like them see a place that is not infected by the void air, they are anxious like monkeys to find the inheritance secret, but they don't know that the more beautiful the mushroom, the more poisonous it is, as long as they lay a little trick, they are afraid that the fools will not take the bait?"

A sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked disciple in the green robe had a frivolous face, and sneered: "The two of you from the Moon Capture Sect, is this sad and crispy taste still wonderful?"

"Five Poison Sect, you deceive people too much! When we go out, we will definitely tell the master and make you pay the price!" a slightly older disciple of the Shenxing Sect rebuked loudly with an angry face. Holding the circle of his palms in his hands to make a moon-shape, he unfolded a thick light shield with only spiritual power to protect himself and the junior disciples behind him.

The two disciples of the Five Poisons Sect slashed at the light mask with their swords, and the tip of the sword pierced the light mask deeply, and the concave and convex ones were constantly deformed, as if they could be broken at any time. But they finally exhausted their strength, and they still did not break through the last line of defense, which was inevitably a little stupid.

The monks of the Moon Capture Sect are all known for their profound spiritual power, do not cultivate external objects, spit out the moonlight, only practice their palms, and walk alone in Cangxi with the invincible defense ability in the same realm, which naturally has a unique place.

But despite this, cold sweat was still streaming down the forehead of the Capture Moon Sect, and his mouth was bitter, because the only two percent of the spiritual power in his body had been exhausted at this moment.

There is no moon in the mountains, and even the moonlight during the day can restore some strength for him. Sadness is a poison that is not spread by the five poisons, colorless and odorless can be dispersed with the wind, only a wisp of smell will be paralyzed, speechless, let others rub flat and round.

At this moment, he gritted his teeth with great perseverance and did not fall down immediately, but Rao was his perseverance, and the palms of his chest in the posture of holding the moon began to disobey the call, and gradually fell, and the thick light mask was already crumbling.

Seeing that the sorrowful wind was beginning to take effect, the sharp-mouthed disciple of the Five Poison Sect insidiously attacked: "Turtle shell, don't you think that the guy who escaped just now can help you call for help, right?

The faces of the two hard-working disciples of the Moon Capture Sect turned pale, their hopes in their hearts were shattered, and the sad wind took the opportunity to expand the results of the battle, and the older disciple with a face like ashes collapsed with his palms limp, and the light mask turned into a point of light and dissipated in response.

The disciples of the Five Poisons Sect were overjoyed when they saw this, and they were about to kill the two of them as souls under the sword.

At this moment, a sixth person suddenly entered the area.

The tip of the sword stopped an inch in front of the elder disciple of the Moon Snatching Sect, and he slumped to the ground and turned his head with difficulty, hope rose in his heart, thinking that maybe the junior brother had returned with reinforcements. But when he saw that the person who came was not his junior brother, he closed his eyes in despair.

It's just one person.

Seeing that the prospect changed from a dull purple to a familiar human appearance, Chang Xi was still a little happy, but the next moment, he saw that the two forces of the ancient palace were fighting, and one of them was obviously about to be killed.

"Isn't that the area of the Poison Miasma Swamp over there, how could there be a living person coming out of there?" The person at the head of the Five Poison Sects couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, unable to believe what he was seeing.

He had just personally pursued the escaped disciple of the Moon Capture Sect, and ventured into the poisonous miasma swamp, the protection of the Lingyin could not resist this concentration of poisonous miasma and void breath at all, and he was tormented by the poisonous miasma in just a few breaths, and he immediately retreated in a panic, so that he was able to save his life.

The escaped Moon Capture Sect disciple knew that he would die if he turned back, so he had no choice but to risk his life to continue to find a way out in the poisonous miasma swamp, and finally died tragically in the poisonous miasma swamp.

Chang Xi glanced at the service of the two disciples of the Moon Capture Sect, and compared the person who died tragically in the swamp, presumably that person should be the disciple of the Moon Capture Sect.

Just looking at the situation on the field, it is difficult to distinguish between right and wrong, but the disciple of the Five Poisons Sect does have an aura that he doesn't like very much. He looked up at the ancient hall and found that the gate of the ancient hall was closed, and no one should have searched for it.

Chang Xi took a step forward and walked straight towards the ancient hall.

The faces of the three people of the Five Poison Sect were gloomy and they could drip water.

If an ordinary lone monk was here, they would not hesitate a little more, and would directly kill this person and take the seal. But right now, this person was able to get out of the poisonous miasma swamp unharmed, and they couldn't observe the specific cultivation realm, and in their divine sense, they could only perceive a hazy patch, which made people feel the bottom of it.

Chang Xi's left arm was on the hilt of the sword at his waist, and he walked past them as if no one was around, and stepped up the steps leading to the ancient hall.

The sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked disciple of the Five Poisons Sect took advantage of Chang Xi to walk by and shook the mouth of the bottle hidden in his hand downwind a few times.

When Chang Xi walked past him and stepped up the stone steps, the vicious color in his eyes flashed, and in the desperate eyes of the two disciples of the Moon Capture Sect, he stabbed a sword behind Chang Xi, his face was full of hideous madness, as if he had seen the scene of this arrogant and boundless person being pierced through his chest with a sword by himself, kneeling on the ground and having his head cut off by himself!

The sword stabbed into the man's back, but there was no familiar feeling of a blade. He only felt that the figure in front of him was not a real flower, but it was an afterimage!

He was terrified in his heart, and just wanted to speak, but he felt a chill in his throat.

Poof!

A deep blue sword pierced the back of his neck and emerged from his throat, rolling the blade of the sword, crushing all his life.