Suzaku looked at the five peaks filled with gunsmoke in front of him, and his heart was mixed. Overnight, he lost three Dan Stage masters and one Yuan Infant Stage cultivator in a row, no matter how powerful his sect was, he would not be able to tolerate such a loss, and he would probably face severe punishment from the sect master.

Forcibly forgetting these headaches from his mind, Suzaku took out the somewhat damaged Tianyuan Mirror from his arms and threw it out.

"Return. Suzaku's voice was full of coquettishness and majesty.

The black-clothed disciple standing in the last row silently transported Zhenyuan, stretched out his right hand and put it on the shoulder of the black-clothed disciple in the front row. Because of the relationship between the cultivation method and the same sect, the true yuan circulated and gathered in the body of each black-clothed disciple unimpeded.

When the dark night put his hand on Suzaku's back with a painful expression, Suzaku felt the true element in his body being ignited, as if he had changed from a shell bird to a phoenix that was reborn with lust.

While feeling the pleasure of this surge of true yuan, Suzaku quickly played out a series of complicated and mysterious tricks.

Beams of milky white brilliance like substance shot towards the suspended Tianyuan Mirror with a piercing humming sound. When Suzaku finished beating a complete set of spells, the huge True Yuan in his body had already been emptied.

Absorbing a large amount of True Yuan, the Tianyuan Mirror finally had a little reaction. A golden glow shot out from top to bottom from the Tianyuan Mirror, enveloping the entire Void Breaking Sect in a golden glow.

"Seal!" As soon as Suzaku's words fell, the entire Broken Void Sect began to shake, sinking into the ground little by little.

Watching the Broken Void Sect that had stood for thousands of years just sank into the ground, leaving no trace. The weak Suzaku turned his head to look at the night, and without saying a word, he drove a streamer of light and disappeared into the night.

Even if she had the high-grade magic weapon Tianyuan Mirror in her hand, she could move mountains and bury Yue, and such a magical power could not be controlled by a monk in the Dan period, even if there were hundreds of disciples in the foundation building period who gathered together to back up, in the end, it still hurt the root of Suzaku.

Looking at the Suzaku that had turned into a black spot, the night waved his left hand: "Huizong." After saying that, he chased in the direction where Suzaku had left. Hundreds of black shadows followed, and in the blink of an eye, they all melted into the darkness.

Liangcheng is the frontier of the extreme east of the Chinese country, adjacent to Dongyi. If it is said to be a city, it is actually just a slightly larger township.

Liangcheng has three treasures, wolfberry, yam, and white dragon grass. These three rare medicinal materials are all unique specialties of Liangcheng, among which the most precious is the white dragon grass, which is the best medicinal material for invigorating blood circulation and removing blood stasis and promoting metabolism. And these three medicinal materials can only be collected in one place, and that is Moyang Mountain in Liangcheng.

When it comes to Moyang Mountain, the people who live in Liangcheng are both loving and afraid. Love is the three treasures of Moyang Mountain, every time you pick medicinal materials from the mountain, you can make a windfall. What I am afraid of is that in addition to the clouds and mist all year round, there are many snakes, insects, rats and ants in Moyang Mountain, there is also a terrible plant called snake vine. This kind of plant lives on the flesh and blood of animals, whether it is a human or a beast, once it is entangled, only the essence and blood of the body will be sucked dry.

Only on the ninth day of the third month of March every year, at noon when the yang energy is the heaviest, the clouds and mist that pervade Moyang Mountain all year round will disperse, and the terrifying snake vine will burrow into the ground to avoid the scorching sun. After noon, the clouds gather again, and the snake vine will burrow out of the ground again, choosing people to eat.

Therefore, on the ninth day of the first month of March, the old and young masters of Liangcheng will be neatly equipped, with medicine shovels and baskets, and gather in groups of three or five at the foot of Moyang Mountain, chatting while waiting for the clouds to disperse, so as to go up the mountain to make a small fortune.

It's the day of the year to go up the mountain to collect medicine, and before noon, the noisy crowd suddenly quieted down, and everyone looked at the entrance of Moyang Mountain.

I saw a vague figure staggering out of the clouds, and as soon as he walked out of the cloud-shrouded position, he fell to the ground, unconscious. Needless to say, he also knew that he was Junci who was teleported out of the Heavenly Machine Room.

On everyone's faces, you look at me, I look at you, and their faces are full of astonishment and incomprehension. An older middle-aged man had the courage to approach the unconscious Junci, probed his nose, turned back and said cheerfully to everyone: "This person is still alive!"

Suddenly, a bunch of people from Liangcheng, who were usually idle and panicked, all surrounded and pointed at Junci who was in a coma.

"This young man is so handsome. ”

"Judging by his age, this young man shouldn't be more than a double ten, right?"

"Look at this guy's clothes, I'm afraid it's not an ordinary child. ”

"Strange, how did he come down from Moyang Mountain? Could it be that those snake vines have already burrowed into the ground in advance. A lewd uncle who looked like a bamboo pole touched the goatee on his chin and muttered to himself.

As soon as these words came out, the originally noisy crowd suddenly became silent. Rather than judging a young person, everyone cares more about their own vital interests.

After some deliberation and selection, the unlucky bamboo pole man was finally elected by everyone to throw stones and ask for directions, and went into the mountains to explore the truth and reality.

The bamboo pole man turned around three times in one step, and as soon as he walked into the range shrouded in clouds and mist, he ran out crying wolf.

"Vine... Rattan... Snake vines everywhere。。。。。。 As soon as he ran out of the safe range, the bamboo pole man sat on the ground with his butt and stammered. I saw that the spear he used to protect himself was missing, and a large piece of the clothes on his back were also scratched off.

You look at me, and I look at you, and they look at each other. Looking at the appearance of the bamboo pole man, he should not be pretending, but Junci who fell to the ground was unscathed, what is going on? Could it be the blessing of the gods?

Now that they knew that the snake vine did not burrow into the ground, everyone led the topic to Junci again.

Just when everyone was fighting for Junci's origin, the old mayor of Liangcheng looked at the sky and roared loudly: "Noon has arrived." ”

Saying that, the first one rushed into Moyang Mountain.

Seeing the old mayor take the lead in Moyang Mountain, these rough old men of Liangcheng were stunned for a moment and immediately reacted, and rushed to Moyang Mountain in a swarm, and no one paid attention to Junci who fell to the ground unconscious.

"Xiaohui, help grandpa. An old man with a white beard greeted his granddaughter beside him while helping Junci up.

"Grandpa, everyone else went to collect the white dragon grass, and it was gone when it was late. The cardamom girl was so anxious that she stomped her feet, but seeing her grandfather's struggling look, the girl still put Junci's other arm on her weak shoulder.

"Money is just an external thing, can we see death without saving it?" said the white-haired old man with kind eyebrows, smiling at his granddaughter.

"But if we don't think about raising some money, the family's ancestral hotel will be mortgaged to the Huang family. The cardamom girl had no way to take her nosy grandfather, and said a little gloomily.

The old man listened to the girl's words, and was silently relieved: "The boat will naturally go straight to the bridge, don't worry too much." ”

When Xiaohui heard her grandfather's words, she was angry and funny: "I'm not as calm and relaxed as my grandfather." ”

"You're scolding grandpa for being heartless. The white-bearded old man laughed when he heard this.

The atmosphere suddenly became much more relaxed, and the old and the young held Junci like this, and slowly walked towards their residences under the sun.

A new day has begun.