"What about the other corpse?"

Fang Junmei asked again.

"Fell. ”

The water goose pointed downward.

Fang Junmei nodded, and said: "Then don't look at it, do you want to continue to kill, I see that there are very strange and evil sects here, you better go out early." Don't give up your life for a little profit. ”

“...... Thank you for your teachings. ”

The water goose hesitated for a moment before saying.

It can be seen that this woman still has the intention of looking for something, and Fang Junmei and the others are not her father and mother, of course, there is no reason to stop her, so she can only click on it.

"Then Dao friend, please take care of yourself, and the two of us can go around casually. ”

Fang Junmei said lightly.

The water geese took their leave.

"Let's go and look in the direction that guy fled from. ”

Fang Junmei said a word, and set off again with Wan Xiaohua.

......

It's groping in the dark world again.

Boom Boom –

After only tea time, I heard the sound of fighting in the direction not too far away, and it seemed to be very intense.

"Senior, senior, help-"

Accompanied by the woman's shouting, it was clearly the water goose that left alone just now, although the voice was heard by the two, but because it was driven by mana, it was still a little far away.

The eyes of the two of them flashed again.

Swish!

Wan Xiaohua immediately flew out with Tianbu Tong, while Fang Junmei swept away with the Void Sword Step.

......

Soon, the two arrived at the place where the fight was fought.

I saw that the water goose was already like her companion, nailed to the mud wall pit, the life that was fresh just now, there was no breath of life at this moment, and the delicate body was covered with terrifying blood holes, and the blood was still dripping.

Miserable!

The pupils of the two of them condensed.

I know that most of it is the hand of the ghost sword spirit who escaped just now, that guy, he must not have stayed away just now, he was lurking somewhere.

The limited divine sense here gives the opponent the opportunity to fight at home.

As for the death of Shui Yan'er, although the two of them felt sad, they were not angry, so many of you Terrans came in to kill people of the same clan, and people are not allowed to kill you?

......

Snort -

Fang Junmei slowly walked to the side of Shui Yan'er's corpse, tore open the storage space, and took the contents inside.

After taking it, he and Wan Xiaohua searched nearby, but they still didn't find the shadow sword spirit just now.

......

The two didn't know that in many other directions, at this moment, something similar had also erupted.

"Senior sister, I'll drag them down, you go first!"

Where a light and shadow exploded, there was a loud roar.

"No, senior brother, let's go together!"

Again, the woman's eager voice came.

"Don't talk nonsense, let's go!"

The roar grew louder.

Hmmm-

Soon, a petite figure swept into the distance first.

But then came the screams of men.

Behind the light and shadow, someone burst into tears.

......

"This group of guys is weird, get out first!"

Another explosion of light and shadow, and another roar, from the mouth of a monk.

Then I saw that one after another, figures broke through the air and went in different directions.

And their opponents, four or five ghostly sword spirits with cold eyes, after exchanging glances, did not chase after them, silently dived into the direction of the depths below, and quickly disappeared.

......

From the abyss, more and more monks flew up, most of them were mortal and a limited number of monks under mortal transformation. It wasn't until he came up and looked up that there was no Shadow Sword Spirit that he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother Changkong, have you also come up, have you also encountered strange things?"

Someone greeted an old man who had just escaped.

The old man nodded and said, "Those ghost sword spirits are strange, they actually know that they are coming on their own initiative, and their strength is obviously much stronger than last time." ”

"They're evolving!"

Someone said categorically: "Everyone, I'm afraid our trouble is coming, these monsters, if they have evolved the middle and late stage of the ancestral aperture, and have brains, we will not be opponents at all, and it will be our turn to be harvested at that time, and they will definitely have more detection advantages than us in this dark world." ”

When everyone heard this, their faces froze.

"According to the old man's opinion, let's go out first and tell the seniors who are guarding outside to see if they know about this matter and if there are more ways to deal with it. ”

The old man said.

"That's what Brother Changkong said. ”

"Let's go!"

Everyone echoed and flew in the direction they came.

In other directions, many monks also flew in the direction they came.

......

Beyond the gate, in the valley.

A group of guarding monks were chatting with relaxed expressions, most of them were monks from several major sword cultivation sects from the Western Sacred Domain, close to the Great Cangxue Mountain, and their identities were extraordinary.

With a small profit, you can make so many monks work for them, so why not?

"Brother Draw Sword, I heard that you have done something terrible after you recently left the customs. ”

In an octagonal pavilion, seven or eight monks sat at the stone table, drinking tea and chatting.

The highest realm is the previous Sword Drawing Gongzi and the other two early stage monks of the ancestral aperture, and the others are all in the middle and late stages of metamorphosis, and they are all a little arrogant between their eyebrows.

In terms of style, there are a few people, not much worse than the sword boy.

"What did Brother Draw Sword do?"

Someone asked, puzzled.

The previous one laughed and said, "This guy, I picked the second Yue Jiuzhou of the Southern Saint who came back from the Central Sacred Domain and just advanced to the early stage of the ancestral aperture, hahaha-"

When everyone heard this, they all burst out laughing.

The sword boy actually defeated Yue Jiuzhou, and it was really not easy.

......

"Brother Draw the sword really didn't hold back, he couldn't resist this breath!"

Someone said with a laugh.

When the sword boy heard this, his eyes flashed, he was not a person who could accept the ridicule of others, in other words, he was a little narrow-minded.

"But with your temperament, you should be picking the first immortal bird, why is it Yue Jiuzhou?"

Someone asked, puzzled.

The sword boy took a sip of hot tea and said leisurely: "That immortal bird came to our Western Sacred Domain for the reward, do you think he will stay in the Western Sacred Domain forever? Besides, I heard that his realm has fallen, and in a short period of time, it is impossible to impact the early stage of the ancestral aperture, even if I win, I will not be able to win." ”

Everyone, oh yes.

Talking again, between the words, there were a few strong monks, who couldn't help but devalue the top ten of the year, and only sighed that they didn't catch up with the good time.

The mind of the sword boy was slightly in a trance, thinking of Fang Junmei, and there was killing intent in his eyes, which appeared together.

......

After a few moments, there was a sound of breaking the air in the distance.

Everyone looked at it together, and saw a large group of monks flying out from the gate leading to Jian Luoyuan, all with solemn expressions.

"It's not time yet, how could they come out so quickly?"

Someone wondered.

"There must be something abnormal inside, let's go, let's take a look!"

The boy who drew the sword immediately said, this person's mind is also turning fast.

The crowd flew away.

......

The monks who came out had already found the leader who was guarding this place and reported the anomaly.

The leading monk is two old men, one is wearing a navy blue robe, tall and burly, with fierce eyes, the realm is the middle stage of the ancestral aperture, and his name is Xingchen.

The other person, dressed in a bright yellow suit, in the late stage of the ancestral realm, has an ordinary appearance, but his eyes are extremely unfathomable, as if the old well is backwater, this old name is Zi Tianyang.

The two were in the middle of a confrontation, and after hearing the words, they stopped and glanced at each other.

"Two Daoist brothers, dare to ask if you know about this?"

Someone asked, obviously with a bit of doubt in his voice, he should suspect that the other party knew, and deliberately let himself and others be the cannon fodder.

"What if you know, what if you don't know?"

Hearing this, Zi Tianyang said lightly.

Syllable!

Another finger fell.

When everyone heard this, their faces looked even worse, and they even felt like they were being played with and used as cannon fodder.

"Could it be that you guys only dare to find a ghostly sword spirit with no brains to kill, and if you touch a brain at all, you will be immediately frightened and flee back like a lost dog?"

Zi Tianyang scolded.

When everyone heard this, they were speechless, and their expressions were somewhat ashamed. Of course, they are not worried about the previous opponents, but the more powerful ones lurking in the dark.

Hula-

Zi Tianyang snorted coldly, stood up, and said to Xingchen: "I'll go and see, you stay here, this game of chess, wait for me to come back and continue to play." ”

This sentence undoubtedly shows that he does not know.

And the calm bearing of this old man is also quite impressive.

"Good. ”

Yukitomi nodded in agreement.

"Uncle Zi, count me in, I also want to see it. ”

Someone said at this moment, stepped forward, it was the boy who drew the sword.

Zi Tianyang glanced at him and said with a smile: "If you want to go, the old man won't stop you, but if there is an accident, don't expect me to save you." ”

"Even if the sky falls, I will save myself!"

The boy who drew his sword pointed to the sky and said arrogantly.

There is also a bit of pride.

However, many monks who hated him secretly snorted coldly in their hearts, and said in their hearts, how is this possible, this sword-drawn boy may die on his conceit in the future.

Zi Tianyang was an old fox, of course, he understood this truth better, but his eyes flashed slightly, and he didn't scold, and ordered four or five ancestral cultivators to accompany him.

The monks who had just come out, after looking at each other, hesitated slightly, and most of them also entered the Sword Luo Yuan again.

......

On that side, Fang Junmei and the others are still looking for them.

The divine consciousness is blocked, coupled with the darkness, the difficulty of searching is too great, and even where he is, he is no longer clear, and he is lost in this labyrinthine underground world.

On this day, after the two turned around a corner of a mud wall, their eyes lit up.

I saw a ghost sword spirit wandering in the air a few miles away, and its body that emitted a golden-white light, like a humanoid lantern, was very conspicuous in the dark world.

Whew!

The two didn't say a word, and they flashed out together with a tacit understanding.