"How do you get in touch with each other?" Wang Jing's face darkened when he heard this, calling who was tracked by a group of killers, his heart was awkward, and he fell asleep later, not knowing if he would be able to wake up the next day.

"The Tracking Mirror has the ability to sense each other, and can transmit sound within a thousand miles. ”

This is similar to the communication technology of the concentric ring mastered by Wang Jing, and the transmission of thousands of miles is not terrible, and under the full flight of the Shenzhou 5 spacecraft, it will soon get rid of them. It's a bit of a good mood to hear this.

Through the communication with Fu Wen, Wang Jing got a lot of news about the Dark Blade. The organizer of the Dark Blade is said to have been around for thousands of years, formed by a psychologically twisted monk who took pleasure in assassination. In the heyday of the Dark Blade, there were dozens of killers in the Yuan Infant Stage, thousands of killers in the Jindan Period, hundreds of thousands of killers in the Foundation Building Period, and countless killers in the Qi Refining Period. They are all distributed in all corners of the immortal cultivation world, some are sect elders, some are chamber presidents, some are Lang Zhong who walks the streets and alleys, and some are juggling artists.

All the deals that the Darkblade takes are endless. If you fail once, you will send double your strength the second time until you can complete the mission. However, none of these killers are connected to each other, and they are all arranged by their superiors. The contact mark will be issued only when the task is released, and once the specified time is exceeded, the contact mark will be automatically destroyed, and there will be no traces of tracking for other interested people. The mission period for this pursuit of Wang Jing is three years, that is, in these three years, Wang Jing must flee far away, otherwise he will be surrounded by those killers.

Fu Wen is a gold medal killer in the Jindan period in the organization, good at seduction, and frontal attacks are not bad, especially the auxiliary exercises are inextricably linked, which can trap thousands of targets at a time, and kill people like mowing grass. Wang Jing was secretly proud, he was in a hurry to go to the doctor, and wanted to charm them with kitsch medicine so that he could get out, but he inadvertently got a super thug. If those killers come to invade again, let Fu Wen restrain them first, and then control the submachine gun to target and play.

Although Wang Jing's attitude was cold, it did not let her do anything unacceptable, and the resistance in Fu Wen's heart slowly faded. When Wang Jing returned her storage bag, there was a faint surprise in her heart. Shen Nian poked into the storage bag and took a look, and found that only eight high-grade spirit stones were accepted, five hundred medium-grade spirit stones, and there were 150,000 more lower-grade spirit stones. The magic weapon, the elixir, and the talisman are all there, none of them are missing, and there is also a bottle of elixir.

"Follow me, the benefits are indispensable to you. I gave you that bottle of ancient spirit pill, and I was shocked for you, how do you taste it? Wang Jing saw the surprise flashing on Fu Wen's face, and said with a smile.

"Hmph, it can't be another kind of medicine. Fu Wenqiao's face flushed, and she remembered the scene of the day before yesterday.

"If you taste it, you will know it, and you will be guaranteed to eat it and still want it. Wang Jing said mysteriously.

"It's so fragrant! Fu Wen opened the white jade bottle in disbelief, poured out a gray-brown elixir the size of a soybean, and sniffed it intoxicated, with surprise on her face. She swallowed the elixir without hesitation, and the elixir melted in her mouth, feeling that the bottleneck of the Great Perfection of the Golden Pill had loosened again, and she also clearly felt the growth of her divine thoughts.

"Childe, I want to refine the elixir now, otherwise it would be a pity to waste it. ”

"Go, don't let the ghosts outside the door in, and notify me immediately if you feel the movement of the tracking magic mirror. Don't disturb my cultivation if you're okay these days. ”

"Yes, Childe. Fu Wen withdrew with surprise on her face, which was clearly an excuse for her to refine the elixir.

Through the soul search of Chousan and Fu Wen's dictation, Wang Jing has some understanding of his situation, and he is no longer blind. However, if you want to break the pursuit of the Dark Blade, it is really not ordinary, the key problem is that your own strength is not enough, if it is now the god transformation period, how dare those ants fight their own ideas.

After settling Fu Wen, Wang Jing fed a few spirit pets and released the purple jade wasps, allowing them to come out to breathe fresh air and go to the wild to pick pollen and make honey. After these spirit bees were brought out by themselves, they have been hiding in the Heavenly Demon Ring, and they have been running around with them for several years, either trapped at the bottom of the poisonous lake, or entering the dungeon lacking spirit flowers, they are really wronged.

After Wang Jing cleaned up the debris, he also took the Ancient Spirit Costume Divine Pill to cultivate. With the help of that superb elixir, his refreshing feeling was like soaking in a hot spring, and his mana and divine thoughts rose gradually, and his cultivation became a thousand miles a day.

"Childe, there is a wave of monks from the west and the north flying here, there are seven or eight people each, all of them are Jindan stage monks, the specific cultivation is not clear, it must be the killer of the Dark Blade. We don't have a powerful formation protection now, and I ask Gongzi to avoid it for the time being, and not to fight with them for a long time. ”

Just when Wang Jing was cultivating with peace of mind and preparing to attack the consummation of the golden pill, Fu Wen hurriedly ran in to report to him the movement outside.

"Two waves of Jindan monks, more than a dozen people, I only have you here, one Jindan monk, the difference between ten to one, and a fart, hurry up and clean up." It's been settled for two months, and I'm going to run away again, so fucking bad luck, I must dismantle the Dark Blade organization in the future. ”

As soon as Wang Jing heard what Fu Wen said, he jumped up from the bed like a rabbit burning its tail on fire. While packing up the items in the Heavenly Demon Ring, he was babbling and venting. After a few breaths, he took off into the air and fled southeast at the initial speed of Jindan.

In less than a moment, Fu Wen looked at the tracking mirror in her hand, and reported with a pale face: "Those two waves of monks have changed direction and continue to chase towards the spaceship. There may be a few Jindan Dzogchen monks among them, who are super fast, and they are already closing the distance with the spaceship. We continued to fly at this speed, and within three hours we would be overtaken, and it would be difficult to escape. ”

"Hmph, it's okay not to chase it, since you dare to catch up, I'll charge some interest. Wang Jing took out the submachine gun and said viciously while checking the loading of the spirit stone on the barrel.

"The two of us, face to face a few Jindan Great Perfection monks? If we are slightly entangled, the next few Jindan mid-stage monks will follow. Fu Wen's anxious face was full of disbelief, and she secretly scolded in her heart if this master was frightened and was talking nonsense.

"Concentrate, ready to inspire your myriad threads at any time, entangle whoever comes closer, entangle them all one last time, and watch me shoot it all. Wang Jing felt the dissatisfaction in Fu Wen's heart, and reminded her with a smile how to face the battle.

After pondering during this period of time, Wang Jing figured out the unmanned technology of the spacecraft, loaded the spirit stone, locked the direction, and the spacecraft could fly automatically, and it continued until the direction was manually changed, or the spirit stone was exhausted before it could stop, which saved Wang Jing a lot of effort.