In the crypt formed by the earth shield, the air became thinner and thinner, Yi Xuan gradually felt dizzy, knowing that time was running out, and happened to hear the lighter footsteps passing overhead, so he squatted and jumped out of the crypt, and he didn't have time to use his eyes to find the target, so he used the direction he heard in his ears just now to urge the Chihong You harpoon with all his might, and at the same time, he puffed out his mouth and spewed out the Spirit Hidden Blade and went straight to the throat of the Zhuji monk.

The Ghost Illusion Sect's Foundation Cultivator had never encountered such an attack method that was ambushed underground, and he had no time to urge the magic weapon to protect his body, and was hit in the chest and abdomen by the red rainbow harpoon, cutting open two shallow wounds. When the monk of the foundation ascended, he was actually injured by a ghost in the spirit period, and his mouth uttered a strange syllable to command the iron corpse to step forward and tear the other party apart. Unexpectedly, Yi Xuan still had a back hand, the spirit hidden blade was as thin as a cicada's wings, flying silently, and when he found it, it was already a sharp blade, and a good head was cut in two by the spirit hidden blade from the neck.

The Zhuji monk died a miserable death, but the iron corpse obeyed the order and rushed towards Yi Xuan. Yi Xuan felt as if the Xuan Turtle Refining Shield in his hand had been hit by a giant beast, and the whole person rose into the air backwards, and the person spurted out countless blood in the air, and almost fainted when he landed. Knowing that there were still strong enemies around him, Yi Xuan bit the tip of his tongue, forcibly endured the feeling of dizziness, and stood up with the Xuangui Refining Shield swaying.

I saw that the iron corpse's movement had become much slower, and the mouth and nose twitched on the iron-blue giant face, thinking that it had smelled something delicious, and turned around and threw itself towards the corpse of the Monk Zhuji, bending down and devouring it. It turned out that this corpse refining was usually suppressed by the monk's spiritual sense and spiritual seal, once the monk died, the corpse refining would recover its instinct, and the corpse of the middle-aged monk was full of blood, which was an incomparable temptation to the corpse, and this iron corpse actually gave up Yi Xuan and ate the blood food on his own. Where had Yi Xuan seen such a bloody scene, the originally endured backlash actually spurted out a few more mouthfuls, his face was pale and terrifying, and he hurriedly staggered towards the distance while the iron corpse was eating without noticing him.

After walking for less than half a mile, Yi Xuan finally lay on the ground with no physical strength, and then he felt a hot pain in his chest and abdomen, and his left rib was even more painful to breathe, most likely because he was hit by the iron corpse and broke his bones. Yi Xuan laboriously took out a few healing pills and put them in his mouth, letting a cool medicinal power echo in his chest and abdomen but he had no time to heal his wounds, thinking about Hou Zhiyuan and the three of them, rested for a while, found a relatively thick wooden stick as a crutch, and slowly returned to the original way to check. After only walking more than a hundred steps, there was a chaotic sound of footsteps in front of him, Yi Xuan didn't have time to hide, and was about to activate the magic weapon spirit talisman to fight to the death, but found that the people who came were Hou Zhiyuan and the others, and when he landed, his feet were weak and he fainted.

When Yi Xuan woke up, he found himself lying in a tent, with soft hay under him, and his left rib had been fixed by several wooden sticks, and the sharp pain between his breathing had become much smoother. Yi Xuan stretched out his hand and wanted to sit up, but because of the injury caused by the movement, the pain in his mouth was exhaled, and the tent was lifted, and it was Song Kuan who came in to check.

Seeing Yi Xuan wake up, Song Kuan's usually serious face also showed a smile, and shouted loudly outside: "Little junior brother is awake...... Little junior brother wake up......"

After some conversation, Yi Xuan learned that after the day of separation, with the phantom array arranged by Song Kuan and the remaining four Qi cultivation period monks of the Phantom Sect, Hou Zhiyuan and Zhu Cailiang beat the opponent in fear, and finally killed all the Phantom Sect monks. Then several people met, Hou Zhiyuan and the three of them carried Yi Xuan out of the dark canyon overnight, because Yi Xuan was too injured to travel a long distance, the three of them took themselves to the cave where they slept when they came to recuperate, but fortunately, Yi Xuan took the healing pill in time before he fell into a coma, and the injury was controlled and gradually improved. Yi Xuan also briefly recounted the battle between himself and the Illusory Sect Foundation Cultivator, and the thrilling part of it made the faces of the three of them change continuously.

Zhu Cailiang slapped Yi Xuan on the shoulder, making Yi Xuan grin in pain, and Zhu Cailiang laughed heartlessly: "You kid is really a seed, a foundation building monk, a ghost iron corpse, you dare to go out to fight, I admire this courage." Hahaha......"

Yi Xuan Zhengse said: "The three senior brothers came to accompany me to look for the purple grass this time, unfortunately encountered a strong enemy, I don't come forward, if you let the senior brothers have a mistake, how can I get by in my heart?

Song Kuan continued: "Little junior brother, you should be careful in the future, don't be rash! There is also something strange about this time, the Zhuji monk claimed that he was waiting for us here, and he said that he offended people or something, plus the headhunter monk and others last time, I don't know who instigated it?"

Yi Xuan said: "Only Lian Jincheng, who was killed by his own demon soul during the big competition, and Jing Luyang of the Punishment Pavilion, the rest of the people usually have no contact!

Hou Zhiyuan shook his head and said: "People's hearts are unpredictable! This Lian family and Jing Luyang behind Jincheng are not good kinds, junior brother, you should be more careful when you enter and exit the academy in the future, try to stay in the academy if you have nothing to do, and don't go out, and your whereabouts are more secretive when you go out, there is no harm in being careful!"

Yi Xuan nodded yes: "What the senior brother said, the junior brother remembered!"

Zhu Cailiang threw an object at Yi Xuan, and then said: "This storage bag was picked up by me in the dense forest, there are only a few stumps of arms at the scene, and the iron corpse has disappeared, it must be left by the foundation building monk, you can put it away yourself!"

Yi Xuan fixed his eyes on it, it was a bloodstained storage bag, and he remembered the bloody scene of the corpse of the middle-aged monk of the Phantom Sect, and he couldn't help retching a few times in his throat, and almost vomited. Hou Zhiyuan thought that Yi Xuan's injury was aggravated, so he didn't bother anymore, and after a while, Yi Xuan fell asleep again.

By the time he woke up again, it was already the afternoon of the next day, Yi Xuan swallowed a few healing pills, spit out a mouthful of dirty blood, and the injuries in his body were basically healed, and all that was left was to slowly regulate the damaged intestines.

After dinner, Yi Xuan used his spiritual sense to repeatedly wash away the spiritual imprint left by the middle-aged monk in the storage bag, and after a lot of effort, he opened the storage bag.

Yi Xuan didn't shy away from it, and called Song Kuan and the three of them to check together, in the end, it was the foundation building monk in the big sect, and there was a lot in the storage bag: more than 800 spirit stones, several jade talismans for the cultivation of the Phantom Sect and the refining of corpses, a number of various pills, and even five or six bottles of the True Yuan Pill for the foundation building monks. There is nothing special about the magic weapon, it is just some ordinary things, it seems that the cultivation of this Phantom Sect monk is placed on the iron corpse of the imperial envoy.

And the most conspicuous thing is a white jade box, on which is pasted with a spirit rune that locks the loss of spiritual power. When I opened it, there was a jade bottle in the jade box, and there was a red label on the bottle, which said "Xianyuansan"!