"Qian'er, you're back, why is the aura on your body so unstable? ”

In the Demon Spirit Sect, a tall and fifty-year-old man with a rolling demonic qi asked with some concern when he saw Qian Wuwu coming out of the Shennong Secret Realm.

"Master, the disciple is fine, it's a pity that the Blood Demon Knife was ruined....." Qian Wuwu said everything he had encountered in the secret realm of Shennong.

According to the words of that Huo Yanming, the disciple suspected that the ** of the Baoding Ten had fallen into the hands of the Baicao Gate. Qianhen's eyes flickered, and he said with some regret.

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"You're back, where is the old man's Ming'er? ”

Huoyun Dragon was still waiting outside the Shennong Secret Realm, and when he found out that after the Shennong Secret Realm disappeared, he still hadn't seen Huo Yanming's figure, and he was immediately furious.

The anger of the Yuan Baby, millions of corpses, bleeding thousands of miles. A mighty and powerful coercion enveloped all the Fire Gate monks.

Under the pressure of this powerful momentum, everyone trembled, uneasy, and felt completely dominated by a fear that had never been seen before.

"Back to the Ancestor, I've only met Uncle Master once, and I haven't seen him again......" said a fake Dan monk, stubbornly.

The monk described in detail to the Fire Cloud Dragon the experience of Huo Yanming and the others in the Ten Thousand Poison Garden, and the more the Fire Cloud Dragon listened, the more ugly his face became.

"Do you mean that no one got that treasure?" Ming'er disappeared directly after separating from you!" The aura on Huoyun Long's body became stronger and stronger, and the False Dan Monk kneeling in front of him directly prostrated on the ground.

"Hmph, you bunch of shit!"

With a wave of Huoyun Dragon's arm, the fake Dan monk instantly made a flash of fire, and the fake Dan monk didn't even have time to scream, and directly turned into ashes.

"The ancestor spares his life, the ancestor spares his life....."

Seeing this terrible scene, the rest of the monks were terrified and terrified.

"Get out of here!"

Huoyun Dragon glanced at everyone coldly, and the next moment, his figure disappeared in place after a blur.

The Fire Cloud Dragon suddenly hovered in a certain place in the air, only to see that there were words in his mouth, and the next moment his mouth opened, and a drop of blood with endless power flew out, and the magic in his hand changed, and the fiery red runes flickered, and each rune was like a burning flame.

This rune exuded endless strange power, and the sound and blood were perfectly combined, and the mysterious aura gradually dispersed into the sky.

.....

"Huh, what's going on?"

Wang An, who was recuperating on the Dharma Boat with his eyes closed, suddenly felt a hot arm, raised his hand to see the tracking mark left when he killed Huo Yanming before, and suddenly became slightly hot at this moment, and there was a faint mysterious aura circulating.

"It's not good, it looks like someone is positioning me!" Wang An's face suddenly changed and he stood up with an embarrassed expression.

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"Hmph, in that direction, it turned out that someone from Baicaomen killed me Ming'er. ”

With the surging of the blood rune in the air, it turned into a ray of light and entered the sea of consciousness of the Fire Cloud Dragon, and the Fire Cloud Dragon hovering in the void suddenly opened its eyes.

At this moment, he looked in the direction of the departure of the people in Baicaomen with cold eyes, and his whole body exuded a monstrous killing intent.

The next moment, his figure blurred, and he shot forward.

"Haha, Huo Daoyou, what is this so-called in a hurry?" Just as the Fire Cloud Dragon was approaching the hundred miles distance of the Baicao Gate's magic boat, an old man wearing the costume of the Baicao Gate and his beard was all white and suddenly suspended in front of him.

"Hmph, Bai Gu, get out of the way, your disciples of Baicaomen killed my grandson Huo Yanming, today I am here to capture the murderer. Huoyun Long looked at the man in front of him with some jealousy.

"Haha, Huo Dao friend, do you have any basis for this?" Bai Guxuan said unhurriedly, still standing opposite the Fire Cloud Dragon.

"Ming'er has a bloodline soul chasing mark on her body, and the old man is definitely not wrong about this matter. After Huoyun Long finished speaking, a blood-colored water bead-like item in his palm kept flickering in his palm, and there were runes on it, mysterious and abnormal.

"Huo Dao Friend, the fighting between monks is fateful, and it is unreasonable for you to chase after you like this, and now that my disciples of Baicaomen have a lot of elixirs on their bodies, I have to prevent you from having other intentions. Bai Guxuan's face suddenly turned cold, and he said a little indifferently.

"You... You... Okay, you're a white orphan, it seems that you won't let me go over today?" Huoyun Long suddenly became angry, and a strong murderous aura suddenly surged out of his body.

"It seems that it is not possible to do it today! It was impossible in the past!" Bai Guzhen's momentum changed, and he said very strongly.

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In the nameless sea area of the Northern Cold Sea, just after the mysterious magic circle was shattered, a breath as black as ink rushed up, and the white waves were suddenly monstrous on the sea surface, and the wind and rain were fierce.

"Hahaha! hahaha......"

Bursts of laughter with endless power continued, white waves rolled everywhere the laughter went, fish floated thousands of miles away, birds fell in the sky, this mysterious laughter has infinite power to break through the nine heavens.

"Hahaha, this king is finally out of trouble today, Wuji Lao'er, Flying Dragon...... Are you still there?"

With a burst of muttering, the ink in the sea rolled over, and a mighty breath gushed from the bottom of the sea.

"Woohoo!"

I saw an overwhelming ink-colored aura tumbling, and a black figure suddenly shot out, suspended in the air in a fixed motion.

This is a mysterious man who is thin and tall, with a pair of triangular eyes, and tiny scales faintly visible on his face, the aura on his body is very strange, and there is a trace of black gas lingering around him, and the black qi seems to be full of spirituality, and it keeps circling around him.

"Hmph, my dignified generation of Demon Realm Saint King clones have actually been sealed in this small interface for more than 30,000 years......" The man's triangular eyes were red, and his body was filled with monstrous anger.

"Boom!"

After he finished speaking, with a wave of his hand, an inky light shot out, and the swirl turned into the size of a hundred zhang, hitting the sea, the waves were monstrous, and the sea water was flying all over the sky.

"Alas, this strength ..... it seems that we should hurry up and stabilize this cultivation, and by the way, see if we can contact the ontology. The man glanced at the effect of his blow and shook his head with some dissatisfaction.

The next moment, I saw his figure blur for a while, turning into an eerie black color and disappearing into the sky in the blink of an eye.

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"Haha, that's all for today, let's play another day!" Bai Gu Xuan looked at the Fire Cloud Dragon opposite with a relaxed expression.

The two fought for a long time, but they never decided the winner, and the Fire Cloud Dragon couldn't get rid of Bai Guxuan's entanglement.

"Hmph, if you don't get out of the way today, don't blame me for being polite!" Huoyun Dragon angrily held a fiery red long sword and said to Bai Guxuan.

"Huo Dao Friend, the change in the Yunmeng Swamp, you must know very well that if you and I have to fight to the death today, it will definitely be a good thing for our two factions!" Bai Guxuan suddenly spoke.

"This ....." Hearing Bai Guxuan mention the change in the Yunmeng Swamp, Huoyun Long's expression froze, as if he had thought of something.

"Hmph, today, the old man will put this matter aside for the time being, and he will definitely come to avenge my Ming'er another day. The Fire Cloud Dragon seemed to have thought of something, and left in a hurry the next moment.

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Lu Chengshuang led the hundred disciples who came out of Baicaomen to return to Baicaomen without danger.

"The deer master is back!"

"You're back, aren't you?"

Everyone had just walked into the main hall, and several Jindan monks, mainly Han Qinsheng, had been waiting in the hall for a long time.

Seeing that Dongfang Ruyi and Ying Piaopiao were fine, Zhang Xiaotian and Gong Shang Liuying, who were nervous, finally let go of their hanging hearts

"Well, I'm back!" Lu Chengshuang nodded at everyone.

"Senior Brother Han, how is the injured disciple recovering from his injuries now?" Lu Chengshuang's face sank, and he looked at Han Qinsheng with a low gaze and said.

"Master, the situation is not very optimistic, some disciples are very seriously injured......" Han Qinsheng's face was very ugly, and he looked like he wanted to speak and stopped.

"Now that many pills are in a hurry, many high-grade medicinal materials have been taken to the ancient ancestors. Han Qinsheng sighed helplessly.

"It's an eventful time for you now, and I've already told you along the way about the change in Yunmeng Swamp, and my Ancient Ancestor of the Transformation God of Baicaomen has also been seriously injured, and there are thousands of disciples who have died, and they have been injured. Lu Chengshuang suddenly opened his mouth and said to the hundred or so disciples standing in the main hall.

The god was seriously injured, and a word startled a thousand waves, and when everyone heard this again, they couldn't help but take a big breath of cold air, Gu Leng Sword was the ultimate existence of Baicaomen, and it was the foundation of Baicaomen standing in Tianhuo Continent, and this time his serious injury was definitely a huge blow to Baicaomen.

"So I didn't ask you how you gained in the secret realm before, but kept hurrying back, and now you can hand over your storage talisman and ring, hoping to have an elixir that can heal the ancient ancestors....." Lu Chengshuang said with a look of hope.

"Master, this is the elixir that the disciple got!"

"This is my ....."

For a while, the monks rushed to hand the elixir they had obtained to Lu Chengshuang.

Seeing this scene of enthusiastically donating medicine, the Jindan monks present looked relieved, this is the reason why Baicaomen has stood in Tianhuo Continent for millions of years without declining.

"You give the elixir to Senior Brother Han and let him choose. Lu Chengshuang said to the scrambled disciples with a smile on his face.

"Returning to the master, the disciple can complete the matter of distinguishing medicine. Wang An's eyes rolled, and he suddenly stepped forward and said to Han Qinsheng.

"Hahaha, the old man forgot that you, this kid, is also an alchemy master, and Senior Brother Han will leave this matter to you. Lu Chengshuang saw Wang An and suddenly said with a smile.

The reason why Wang An boldly stood up was actually to see what elixir the monks present had obtained, and whether there were any relatively rare medicinal materials.

Han Qinsheng and Wang An quickly finished checking the hundreds of storage talismans, and the next moment they saw Han Qinsheng pointing a little finger, and one after another elixir suddenly flew out of the storage talisman or storage ring.