The monks are a lonely group!

It always is, and it's impossible to get them together.

Huayang Tianzong thought about the strategy for hundreds of years, and tried countless times to pinch the monks as a whole to fight against other countries, but in the end they were unsuccessful.

It is to forcibly make this group of people stand together, and their hearts will not stand together.

Not a single monk dared to throw his back at anyone else, for no one would believe it but himself.

More than 1,000 people from the Guanlou Sect drilled into the mountain together, and when they couldn't see the empty building behind them, they all turned into birds and beasts and scattered away.

Mao Zhenhuang glanced coldly with the crown in his hand, there should have been four or five low-level Heavenly Destiny peers around him, and after watching him pull out the short horizontal knife, he disappeared in an instant, running faster than a rabbit.

"All of them are human spirits!"

Mao Zhenhuang snorted coldly with his sword, he wanted to get forty or fifty Xuanjing in his hand, but he didn't meet any fools.

However, it also saves him the risk of killing his fellow disciples and taking the risk of being arrested, which has both advantages and disadvantages.

A peak cultivation of the Mandate of Heaven is released, and no one dares to lean on him Mao Zhenhuang, and Mao Zhenhuang is even more fearless, and the foundation of riding the "quail" is flying in the sky, and it will not fall down and let the soil dirt the soles of their shoes.

However, in this environment where the earth is steaming and permeating the mountains, even the clouds on the sky are shaded to ink, and I don't know what I can see if I ride a big bird.

From time to time, there was a slight vibration from the earth, and the wilting leaves around were even more swaying, the sky was dark, it was the time of the sun, and the black was not much stronger than the swing, and the air was mixed with a lot of smoke and dust, and the heat wave on the face made Mao Zhenhuang feel choked when he took a breath, and his feet could lift a layer of black ash.

In addition to the rich earth yin qi drilled into the snort, this is simply a copy of the swinging Jedi, if it weren't for the lack of infiltrating resentment, Mao Zhenhuang felt that he was dreaming when he looked back at Lou Zong for more than half a month.

It's so similar!

Similar Mao Zhenhuang's deep memories are rubbing out.

After standing for a long time and clearing his mind, Mao Zhenhuang grabbed a handful of flying ash on the ground and raised it around him to cover his breath, and then strode towards the depths.

There is no need to think about the edge of the north side of this mountain range, if there are other four sect monks, there will be ghosts, it is estimated that they would have been cleaned up by the slut of Xiang Suijiao, otherwise Xiang Hanqu would not have been able to fall in this place with the empty mansion.

And the best place to go is really not the depths of the mountain range, but to walk due east along the foot of the mountain range, and find a good place to wait for the rabbit when you reach the edge, and there will be countless soap sect monks to drill into his pocket.

Xiang Hanqu took a golden pill from the soap sect and sacrificed the flag, and his tiger girl beheaded a son of the sect leader He Jitong, and it was strange that the soap sect did not get angry before adding it, and it is estimated that it is possible to move the sect.

If the foundation is built, Mao Zhenhuang still has the courage to gamble on his cheap life to play, but at this time, this cultivation is still forgotten, and he decided to go to the middle of the mountain range to take a look first.

He didn't see what Wang Daoning said about Xuanyang Jingguang everywhere, and it is estimated that he has already been picked up by others, and it is not his Mao Zhenhuang style to come back to Baoshan empty-handed, besides, he has been poor for half his life, how can he save some money, otherwise Wang Daoning's wedding will be overstretched.

If the harvest in the hinterland of the mountain range is good to go southeast along the mountain range, pick the weaker Zhengxiao Sect among the four sects, and collect a few unlucky ghosts' heads, this trip will be perfect!

A good idea will always give people endless motivation, even if the mountain range in front of him is still rushing out of magma, even if it is dangerous and abnormal, Mao Zhenhuang is also energetic.

From time to time, he stopped and squatted at the mouth of the magma, greedily using the crown to pick out the bright Xuanyang Crystal.

What Wang Daoning said is absolutely true!

The leylines here are stabilizing, and if they are as violent as they were at the beginning, it would not be an exaggeration to say that the earth is full of Xuanyang Crystal.

His squinted eyes were the first time in his life that he had seen magma flowing out, and Xuanyang was shining.

It can be seen how rich this mountain range is squeezed out by the movement of the leylines, and it is no wonder that the monks of the five sects have been beaten into blood gourds.

There's no one who doesn't like this kind of thing.

If you have Xuanjing, you will have endless pills, if you have Xuanjing, you will have powerful and invincible magic weapons, if you have Xuanjing, you will have cultivation that is higher than you know, and if you have Xuanjing, you will have everything you want!

Sects are no exception, and monks are no exception.

Since Xiang Hanqu dared to release the most ruthless suzerain's order in the world, Mao Zhenhuang did not have any burden to use a short horizontal knife to pick out the Xuanjing from the magma here.

The Xuanyang Crystal in the magma is easy to get, but it's just not easy to take!

The Xuanjing inspired by the blazing earth qi is like a silver bean glowing with strong light, and at this time, the spiritual power inside the Xuanjing is surging and irritable, and if you don't pay attention to overexerting force, it may become an aura bomb.

And because of the violent operation of its internal aura, the heat of the Xuanjing that was picked out is not much lower than that magma, Mao Zhenhuang did not dare to grasp it with his claws, if he wanted to put this thing in his pocket, it would take time to precipitate, until the internal aura of Xuanjing tended to stabilize, and the temperature dropped from a thorn to a silver stone, and he could be safely put into his arms when he turned from a thorn to a silver stone.

However, the Xuanjing in front of his Mao Zhenhuang has not been treated at all, all of them are rough stone mines, the small ones are the size of normal fingernails, and the big ones are even bigger than fists, and the amount of spiritual energy contained in them is even different, of course, the cooling time is not the same.

After squatting at a magma mouth and waiting for an hour, Mao Zhenhuang took five or six small Xuanjing into his arms, and the more than ten pieces of dazzling silver light comparable to the size of a fist in front of him did not weaken at all, just to carry them into his arms, it was at least five or six hours later.

"Fat man, I have lived for half my life, and it is the first time I met a time when you didn't dare to take it. ”

Mao Zhenhuang pouted with a big ass and felt weak for a while, and these large pieces of Xuanjing in front of him were chicken ribs in his eyes at this time!

It's a pity to discard it.

After staring at the magma mouth of the heat wave for a long time, Mao Zhenhuang rubbed his somewhat dry face and stood up, walking towards the depths without hesitation, and the more than ten fist-sized and glowing Xuanjing didn't even have the reluctant desire to look back.

A change of strategy is necessary!

Otherwise, he would be able to bring out more than a thousand Xuanjing from this Xuanjing vein.

There were countless Xuanjing that he could dig into, but the other four sect cultivators wouldn't let him dry them until they stabilized.

After all, the dazzling Xuanjing is too bright, and more than a dozen fist-sized Xuanyang crystals can illuminate the three feet around the body, and that kind of behavior in this dark mountain range is no less than a bright lamp, and the head is full of hatred like "I am a scumbag, if I am a brother, come and cut me".

As for the so-called strategy, Mao Zhenhuang's big head turned and came up with a "clever plan", but this place is not where he practiced it at all.

It's just because the land is too poor!

Not only are people poor, but people are stupid.

After walking inside, Mao Zhenhuang met the three waves of the Heavenly Mandate Monk of the Guanlou Sect who was squatting at the mouth of the magma and picking out the Xuanjing, and his body was even more brilliant silver, and the kind of flash that could be found twenty or thirty zhang away.

One by one, the long sword was even more happy to pick out the Xuanjing, until Mao Zhenhuang put the crown knife in his hand on his neck, and the cold knife was like a sashimi that lowered the other party's fanatical mood.

"Stable Xuanjing will be handed over, and you will be left with a dog's head!"

Mao Zhenhuang said to the monk of the Guanlou Sect in front of him, who seemed to be a five- or six-fold heavenly mandate, if the other party dared to resist, he didn't mind kicking it into the magma in front of him.

"Don't look back! Curiosity can kill you sometimes. ”

Mao Zhenhuang looked at this thing trembling and wanted to twist the sweaty head to take a look, and couldn't help but tighten the crown to the flesh on his neck.

Of course, then a stream of bloody blood also dripped down the knife into a small slip to the tip of the knife, and finally dripped into the magma.

"Brother, it's not okay to be a monk of the Guanlou Sect like this? By the way, my surname is Xiang!"

He didn't dare to turn his head back, and the little blood flowing after the skin of his neck was cut didn't dare to let him move his head at all.

But the eyes can move!

Yu Guang glanced at the corners of the other party's clothes, and there were small golden curly grass dark lines around the cyan robe.

Honzong's!

"My surname is Wang, do you want to know what my name is Wang?"

Mao Zhenhuang leaned over and whispered to him with a smile.

This is still a relatively tough one, the first two unlucky people he met peed in his pants, not to mention daring to look back like this in front of him.

"Brother, there are not many goods, there are more than ten stable ones, I will pick you with your feet, you don't have to bother when you are old, this magma is hot in the face, don't hurt your old face, not to mention your big name, the small one is a scum, where can I have the honor to listen to your old name." ”

When this person heard Mao Zhenhuang's words, his feet hooked at the stable and dim Xuanjing in front of him, and directly closed his eyes and picked up behind him, and then squatted on the ground and began to hold his head with both hands, allowing Mao Zhenhuang's crown blade to scratch a superficial wound on his neck.

"Acquaintance, can be a man!"

Mao Zhenhuang grabbed Xuanjing on the ground and said to him with a smile, then turned around and left.

A stick of incense, such an operation grabbed three waves in a row, forty Xuanyang crystals were in hand, just like a fool squatting at the mouth of the magma for an hour, only more than ten pieces of harvest, the efficiency instantly flooded more than ten times.

And Mao Zhenhuang knew that these newly arrived Guanlou Sect monks were a group of miscellaneous poor ghosts, and robbing them was just to give them a long memory!