About a hundred miles from the ancient tower square, the flat green space began to grow large 'folds', and beyond that, there were hills one after another. The ends of the hills are replaced by mountains that cover the vast expanse of land beneath them with great life.

On the side of a medium-sized hill, the upper half is a small forest, and the grass below the forest diverges from the left and right, and the middle slope turns sharply to form a deep pit, which is a typical low-lying terrain. The perennial shade is dimly lit, causing the plants in the pit to be nearly half shorter than their counterparts on the ridges, only a little more than a foot tall.

At this time, the pit already had an owner, a young man in scaly armor sat on the ground, pulled a storage bag from his waist with his left hand, uncovered the talisman and trembled, and a copper-colored delicate locket fell out. He opened the lid of the box, and there were four small purple flags lying quietly in the box, the flagpoles were jet black and shiny, shining with a metallic luster. He picked up a pole and unfolded it, feeling slightly cool, only to see a mini dragon embroidered on the flag, the body was lying cross-legged, and the dragon's head was wrapped in the body as if it was sleeping.

This person was Long Fang, and he finally chose this favorite pit as his first temporary residence for monks. This small box is the mysterious senior, since Tengge's predecessor only knew that he called the dragon in the air, one of the four treasures handed to him to save his life, the small shield and the gold brick rune treasure have been used up in the previous fight, only a small white bottle containing poison and this thing remains.

These four-pole flags are a kind of primary defense array, which can not only defend against attacks, but the best thing about it is that it randomly changes the appearance of the environment in which it is located, creating an illusion and hiding the owner. And at this time, this place is the most suitable place for it to exert its power, and the dragon fang that has entered the Condensation Realm is naturally more handy to use, and he threw the four-pole small flag to the southeast, northwest, and northwest, and the small flag disappeared into the grass. Then Long Fang chanted the application method, and pointed to the four-pole small flag, and a strange scene happened. The small flags each shot out a green line that intersected in the air, and from each of the four green lines, a thin layer of green light docked with each other, forming a huge tent in the blink of an eye, covering the dragon square in it.

The corners of Long Fang's mouth raised slightly, and he casually picked up an egg-sized stone in the grass, and flicked his middle finger at somewhere above, and the stone shot out and hit the light mask, which did not move at all and ignored it directly. With the current cultivation of the dragon side, if he shot the stone into the trunk of the tree, he would definitely pass through, but at this moment, he was despised by the light mask, but it made the dragon fang feel a little relieved.

He stood up and walked outside, and then turned back to look at the pit, and all he saw was a large patch of ordinary artemisia grass and a few small flowers, and there was still a shadow of the pit. Long Fang grinned, Taoist thaumaturgy is really mysterious, naturally attracting thousands of monks to pursue it frantically, isn't he one of them! Entering the pit again, Long Fang glanced at the grass in front of him, flicked his fingers, and a flame shot at the dwarf grass, and a breath of pure spiritual energy followed. Suddenly, the fire rose and advanced everywhere, the dwarf grass instantly scorched yellow and finally turned into black ash, and the dragon side smashed into the ground with a fist, smashing out a three- or four-foot deep pit, burying all the debris and debris on the ground.

The space was immediately spacious and leveled a lot, and he took out a thick animal skin and spread it out, lay down on all fours, and began to fall asleep without any image. The continuous busyness of the past two months has already made him physically and mentally sleepy, and he is extremely tired on weekdays, but he can only meditate to restore his spiritual power, and cannot completely solve the root cause. Since recuperation is also the law in the Great Dao, there must be a reason for its existence, and completely relaxing yourself and returning to the original state is not faintly corresponding to the cycle of heaven and earth!

Zhongzhou Jiuhua City

The fifth prince, Long Zhao, stood on the wide city wall, looking at the people who came and went in and out, and a sense of pride arose. In the past year and a half, he was not relieved by the disappearance of his rival's 'third brother', on the contrary, he practiced the Thunder King Technique even harder, and finally made a breakthrough a few days ago and reached the sixth level. This gave him a lot of confidence and a good mood, although the leader of the Praetorian Guard who followed behind him was not his own, but all of this would be erased by his own hands in the future, including those clowns in the distance who have great power and sworn to follow someone to the death.

My father no longer has the most powerful assistant, and now he gradually values himself, and he will soon be able to completely replace the guy who pursued the dream road. Besides, looking at my father's sad face for days, I am afraid that the 'first brother' is more auspicious, and he has even been in the wilderness!

Desert green sea

The pit covered by the phantom array**, the rejuvenated Long Fang sat cross-legged on the ground with his eyes slightly closed, and was rubbing the storage bracelet back and forth on the skin of the dantian, before he dripped the essence blood on it, and the whole body of the storage bracelet rippled with bursts of green light, could this be regarded as accepting him?

Long Fang mobilized the dantian spiritual liquid, and his right hand was filled with a rich spiritual energy to wrap the storage bracelet, and the slightest trace of spiritual energy gradually penetrated into every trace of the texture of the storage bracelet at a speed that was imperceptible to the naked eye. Until this jade bracelet trembled slightly, Long Fang opened his eyes with joy, and it was finally done!

As soon as Shen Nian reached into the bracelet, he startled Long Fang, this ...... Which is the storage bracelet, it is clearly the storage room. The huge space was empty, and in one corner lay a dozen objects of all kinds. A sheathed sword, three sets of clothes, three small boxes of square and long, a small pouch, two old books, and three porcelain vases.

As soon as his mind moved, he took the sheathed long sword in his hand, and pulled it out, and the sword body bent and bent like a spiritual snake swimming, and suddenly the cold light of the pit flashed and caught people's eyes, good sword! This is probably the top treasure of martial arts cultivation in the world, but unfortunately it is just a mortal product. Among the three sets of clothes, only two sets are in the eyes of the dragon method, the best set of styles is ordinary but the aura is flashing, soft and silky in the hand, and there are only a few Taoist talismans embroidered on the clothes. The other one is a little more gorgeous, exuding spiritual power fluctuations, and it is not bad to change it occasionally.

The ordinary clothes on the ground and the spirit snake sword are convenient for entering the mortal world, so these two spirit robes must also be equipped with quite powerful spirit weapons! Long Fang settled on the three small lockets on the ground with his attention, and opened the first ...... with hope And then the second ...... The third.

Half an hour later, his eyes lit up before he slowly came back to his senses, and any spiritual weapon was shocking to the world. The medicinal fragrance emitted from the three porcelain bottles is still permeating the pit at this moment, if there is no formation protection, I am afraid that the scene of being besieged by the beasts in the illusion desert will be repeated again. He was stunned as he stroked the small bag containing more than twenty spirit crystals, and suddenly remembered what he had obtained after killing the seriously injured ghost cultivator.

Touching the back of his waist, a bracelet and a bag were clutched in the palm of his hand, at that time, Long Fang didn't know that this bracelet was extraordinary, he only knew that the dignified evil cultivators would not look at mundane mortal things, and felt that this thing was not simple and put it away. That storage bag is naturally familiar, and the excitement of countless times in the past two months has long forgotten it, and today I finally took a look at what treasures were in it as a fellow practitioner.

The master is dead, the thing is naturally ownerless, the seal has long been invalid, and it can be opened by ordinary methods, Long Fang looked at the two monk relics, and opened the storage bag first.