Chapter 238: Going to Tongzhou [New Book Seeking Subscription]

Soon, time passed little by little, more than two hundred forces were being liquidated one by one, Qin Xuan could be said to have made a lot of money, and his experience points soon exceeded 10 million, which made Qin Xuan's eyes can't help but have a hint of joy.

As everyone became more and more proficient in liquidation and Zhong Lingxi's comprehension of the construction of the Void Passage, their subsequent liquidation progress was even faster.

At the same time, the news of the liquidation of the Daluo Holy Land also spread far and wide, and many forces were extremely cooperative, controlling all the people who participated in the Daluo Sword Code as soon as possible, just waiting for Qin Xuan to come to the door.

Of course, there are some people who have escaped by luck, but they can't sit back and relax, and when Qin Xuan returns, they will issue a wanted warrant for these people, in the name of Daluo Holy Land.

I believe that after this time, those forces must understand what to do, unless those people take refuge in the Demon Dao, they will not be able to gain a foothold in the righteous path region at all.

A month later, Qin Xuan and his party liquidated the last force, and when they walked out of that force, everyone looked relieved, after all, there was hardly much rest time in such a high-intensity month.

Even if they are all monks, they are all extremely tired at the moment, and now that everything is over, they can also take a good breath and return to the sect to have a good rest.

Qin Xuan didn't have the slightest sense of exhaustion, even in good spirits, and the change of state was not too good, because as long as he saw his current experience value, Qin Xuan was extremely comfortable.

Four thousand six hundred seventy-six thousand four hundred and twenty-one experience points!

Qin Xuan glanced at the map, and was surprised to find that this place was not too far from the ancient city of Tongzhou, thinking of the city lord of the ancient city of Tongzhou, Qin Xuan couldn't help but smile a little, it was time to liquidate and liquidate.

Of course, the most important thing is that Qin Xuan remembered the treasure of the Seven Evils, and now with his strength, he could easily crush the head of the Seven Evils, after all, the treasure worth no less than four million lower grade spirit stones was still relatively tempting for the relatively poor Qin Xuan.

So Qin Xuan casually made up a reason and separated from the people in the Law Enforcement Hall.

Elder Wang Ning didn't say anything, and directly handed Qin Xuan a small golden sword, just saying: "This sword is enough to kill the Yuan Shen Realm cultivator, but it can save your life at a critical moment." ”

Qin Xuan's face was solemn, he nodded and thanked, "The disciple has thanked the elder here, and the disciple will definitely go back as soon as possible." ”

Elder Wang Ning waved his sleeves, and then his figure was hidden in the void, in his opinion, Tianjiao who had not undergone training was not enough to become a real powerhouse at all, and everyone had their own luck and chances.

Therefore, young people need to go out and play more, and they only need to be given certain life-saving means as elders.

Especially Qin Xuan's strength, he also saw it in his eyes, it was really too demonic, and the strength of just building the foundation realm was complete, but it had a combat power comparable to the mid-stage realm of Jindan Zhenren.

Coupled with Qin Xuan's cautious personality, he made a decision and then acted, he didn't think that Qin Xuan would suffer.

After that, Qin Xuan separated from Elder Wang Ning and his party.

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On a dark blue flying boat surrounded by simple god patterns,

Qin Xuan was dressed in white, his hands crossed in front of his chest, the Nine Flame Sword of Extreme Fire was wrapped in his arms, he was wearing a somewhat damaged hat, and he was holding a grass stalk in his mouth, leaning on the railing, looking at the sea of clouds.

At this moment, Qin Xuan was dressed as a swordsman.

It is also some distance away from the ancient city of Tongzhou, and Qin Xuan doesn't want to use the space to move his magical powers, which is inevitably a little too shocking and attention-grabbing, which is not in line with Qin Xuan, who wants to keep a low profile.

There were also a few people on the boat, a big man with a fleshy face, with a hideous face, and a pair of malicious eyes roamed over everyone's body.

A scholar in white was holding a scripture book and studying it with relish, holding a brush dipped in ink in his right hand, annotating something on the scripture from time to time, and reciting words in his mouth.

A delicate-looking girl on the side was seriously grinding ink on a quaint inkstone, quite respectful.

This inkstone is quite extraordinary, carved by the dragon and tiger, lifelike, and a mysterious fluctuation.

There was also an old man with a young man, and both the old man and the young man were quite arrogant, and there was a trace of disdain in their eyes when they looked at everyone.

Finally, there is the owner of the flying boat, a middle-aged man with a scar on his face, who is standing at the stern of the ship at the moment, continuously injecting mana into the control and prohibition formation.

When the big man's ill-intentioned gaze looked at the arrogant old man and the young man again, his eyes were full of greed, and his body couldn't help but tremble slightly, indicating his excitement at the moment.

"Your eyes make me very unhappy, something like a dog, come and kneel, maybe I'm in a good mood, I'll let you go. ”

The arrogant young man said to the big man with a charity expression.

"Young master, he is very disrespectful to you, just kneeling is not too cheap for him, he should be tied up and thrown down to hang, when the young master is in a good mood, let him come up. “

The old man next to him changed his arrogance just now, and his face was full of flattery, but the words in his mouth were extremely vicious.

At this moment, it is high in the sky, if there is no protective shield of the flying boat, the ordinary monk is afraid that he will be directly divided by the wind above the sky, if the big man is thrown down, it is estimated that he will not live long, and he will soon be divided.

"Young master, haha, it seems that you are a fat sheep, I didn't expect Lao Tzu to make a fortune today. “

The big man no longer concealed his intentions, and laughed out loud, looking very excited.

At this moment, the big man completely exploded his strength, and it was the strength of the late stage of the Jindan Realm, on the other hand, the master and servant, the young man was in the middle of the Jindan Realm, and the old man was even worse, only a foundation building realm was successfully cultivated.

"Haha, something like a dog, obediently hand over the treasures on your body, and write down the exercises, spells and secret techniques you have learned, and I hope that Lao Tzu is in a good mood, so I will let you go." “

The big man has no fear, learning the tone and expression of the young man just now.

"Noise!"

After the young man completely revealed his strength, he was not surprised, and still reprimanded proudly.

Immediately, a slap slapped the big man in the face, and the force was violent, directly slamming the big man on the railing.

The big man who was still under control just now was suddenly stunned, his face was dazed, and he was immediately furious when he reacted.

I didn't think that the young man's strength was far superior to him, thinking that he was careless and was attacked by the young man, and now he wants to skin the young man and break his bones to relieve the hatred in his heart.

Condensed a huge hand and grabbed the young man, as if he saw the miserable appearance of your young man vomiting blood and falling to the ground.

But the result was that the big man was slapped again, his face was full of horror, coughing up blood and falling to the ground, already seriously injured.

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