Looking at the dart shadows that flew over, the flower basket monk and the gourd monk were all startled, and hurriedly sacrificed the treasure in their hands. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

The flower basket quickly enlarged in the void, spewing out colorful Xiarui, extremely holy, and the gourd was also aimed at the thin man, flowing out dark black water, like a wave swooping down.

Sneer~~

The Thousand Shadow Ice Dart rushed over at a thunderous speed, entangled with the flower basket and the gourd treasure in the void, and after a while, there was no winner or loser.

The thin man frowned, looked at the rest of the scattered cultivators who were gradually rushing over, and with a ruthless heart, he bit the tip of his tongue violently, spewing out a cloud of scarlet blood mist, and the word "叱" was drunk, rolling like thunder, and in an instant, this blood mist fused with the Thousand Shadow Xuan Ice Darts, making thousands of darts that were difficult to distinguish between true and false covered with a layer of blood red.

Whoa......

The speed of the darts is extremely fast, giving people a dazzling illusion, and the number of darts that attack the Monk of the Flower Basket and the Monk of the Gourd head-on can be about dozens, and the darts that shoot from the left and right wings occupy most of the number. And with an extremely vicious and tricky flight arc, he rushed over, making people confused about the trajectory of action.

- True and false, it is difficult to distinguish between true and false for a while!

The Monk of the Flower Basket pinched his hand, summoning back the flower basket that spit out the colorful Xia Rui, which was horizontally in front of him, and the Gourd Monk gritted his teeth, causing the dark black water liquid to form a prismatic water shield, and also took a defensive posture.

Bang bang~~

The dart shadow smashed into the defense of the two, and suddenly, there was a dull sound, like thunder.

Seeing that the blow could not be achieved, the thin man's sleeve robe was also very decisive, and the shadow of the dart in the sky disappeared in an instant, and the three sparkling darts were included in his sleeve robe, and he immediately continued to control the sword and flew through the air.

̈Chasing, don't let him run!" The gourd monk let out a low shout, his body flashed and chased after him, and at the same time, the scattered cultivators in the rear also chased after him, and when he saw the thin man who had turned into a small black spot, he gritted his teeth, and continued to pinch his hand, and flew with his sword.

Whoosh~~

Streamers of light pierced the void like the speed at which a meteor fell to the ground. Gradually, everyone's aura was a little exhausted, and the thin man was chased again, surrounded by ten scattered cultivators in the foundation building period.

"Why do you have to force each other?!" The thin man said to everyone with a slightly pale face: "I am willing to give every Taoist friend 10,000 low-grade spirit stones and three acquired spirit treasures, so that you can let me live!"

10,000 spirit stones, for casual cultivation, is already a lot of money, counting the three acquired spiritual treasures, so that the original wandering around, grandma does not kiss uncle and uncle do not love the scattered cultivators, hesitate.

"Don't listen to him!, the value of that Zhuyuan Pill alone must be about 100,000 spirit stones, not counting the Yuan tile of Sun Lao Dao!" The short monk holding a spirit sword shouted in a hoarse voice.

Everyone woke up and looked at the thin man, and their eyes re-circulated a thick murderous intention.

Yes, although Sun Laodao is a casual cultivator, he is a second-grade alchemist after all, and his net worth is naturally not expensive! As long as he sells some second-grade pills casually, he will have more than 100,000 spirit stones, even if he gives 10,000 per person, the thin man will earn it.

This is not counting the Yuan tiles, such a powerful treasure of power, anyone who has one-half of Sun Laodao's net worth, in less than a Jiazi time, it is estimated that cultivation can improve a realm, right!?

The thin man's expression suddenly became gloomy, and he looked at the short monk, his eyes almost wanted to breathe fire, and he was full of evil aura and killing intent.

"Little man, you are looking for death!" the thin man's eyes flashed and became decisive. Immediately let out a loud shout, preemptively.

The three darts that saw the blood sealing his throat spun and shot out, and the short monk was taken aback in his heart, and hurriedly raised his spirit sword, wielding a sword qi that filled the sky with white swords, and after a few brushes, he knocked two darts away.

Shout!

Suddenly, a piercing sound sounded in the ears of the short monk, and he quickly glanced over, and found that the thin man had opened his mouth slightly, spurting out a bloody spiritual light, wrapped in a thumb-long silver-white needle, and piercing a small hole invisible to the naked eye on his protective spiritual gang, which immediately pierced into his skin layer.

A feeling of dizziness and nausea suddenly swept through the will of the short monk, and before he could react, his whole body began to become paralyzed, his eyelids were pulled, and he became drowsy.

Burst!

A big hand slapped off the slightly stiff arm of the short monk, snatched the spirit sword from his hand, slammed it up, and then slashed out horizontally, and the three-foot sword cut off the head of the short monk, spewing out a large cloud of pungent and smelly blood.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the thin man wanted to escape from the encirclement, but his cultivation was only at the peak level of the middle stage of foundation building, compared to the rest of the scattered cultivation, almost half a catty and eight taels, and he fought several times in a row, he was already exhausted, and his mana was exhausted, and now it was like returning to the light, forcibly holding on.

Boom!

A swarthy iron rod suddenly smashed into the back of the thin man.

Clear blood marks were immediately imprinted on the thin man's back, and he let out a muffled snort, biting his lip, and waving the spirit sword in his hand, slashing randomly.

Poof!

Colorful Xia Rui turned into a beam of light and shot through, like seven sharp spears, piercing through the body of the thin man, producing seven translucent blood holes before and after, and gurgling blood immediately gushed out.

Choking~~

The spirit sword flew down, inserting about a foot into the ground, and suddenly there was a crisp whisper.

"When I die...... This thing...... Who has it?" The thin man lifted Sun Laodao's storage bag, sneered intermittently a few times, and then was slashed by a flying sword.

With a thud, the body of the emaciated man fell and hit the ground hard. And the storage bag he had originally held high also fell next to the body of the emaciated man under the greedy and hesitant gaze of the nine loose cultivators.

The nine of them glanced at each other, and after hesitating for a moment, one of the more calm monks said, "I only need that Zhuyuan Pill, and the rest of the items will be divided among the fellow Daoists." ”

"Hmph, you are very calculating, that Sun Lao Dao is the most valuable thing in his body, except for the Yuan tiles, is Zhuyuan Dan. A frivolous white-robed young man immediately snorted coldly.

"Hehe, if this fellow Daoist also wants to build Yuan Dan, why don't we just compete, whoever wins, take Zhu Yuan Dan, how about it?" The calm monk laughed a few times and asked.

"I think it's okay, during our fighting, until the point is reached, we will speak with strength, and those who win will take away the things, and those who lose are not allowed to regret it, otherwise the rest of the Taoist friends will be punished......" The gourd monk hugged his gourd, stroked the beard on his chin, and said: "I want that yuan tile, I don't know which Taoist friend wants to compete with me?"

A sharp-faced man was about to speak, when suddenly his eyes glanced at him, and he was stunned for a moment, as if he had seen something incredible. He rubbed his eyes funny, and after looking at it intently, he suddenly screamed while pointing somewhere with his finger, "Quick, look over there! Sun Laodao's storage bag has been stolen!!"

Everyone was stunned, and looked at the sharp-faced man's hand together, and sure enough, they saw Sun Laodao's storage bag, which was suspended out of thin air, and after hearing the scream of the sharp-faced man, the suspended storage bag suddenly swooped, and then disappeared out of thin air.

"Someone is invisible, don't let him run!"

Originally, he planned to quietly steal Sun Laodao's storage bag and be a person who "brushed off his clothes afterwards and hid his body and name", but unfortunately, he was destroyed by the screams of the sharp-faced man, resulting in a failure.

"Condensation!" the gourd monk hurriedly offered his treasure gourd, and the dark black water flowed out again, like a wave pouring down, slamming into the ground.

Boom!

The dark water absorbs the spiritual power of the water attribute between heaven and earth, and gradually gathers into an ocean, if the flood that breaks the river, it will flow to the surrounding area. Then it submerged into the ground, causing the underground pressure to increase by more than seven or eight times, and also changing the soil quality structure.

The gray face climbed up, Mu Yu snorted, spit out the mud in his mouth, and looked at the dark water with a trace of surprise in his eyes, but he didn't expect this water to be so weird, changing the loose soil layer into a hard iron in the blink of an eye.

"Little thief, leave off!" Nine scattered cultivators rushed in with flying swords, and they all sacrificed their magic weapons and launched an attack.

Mu Yu sneered, and his heart was filled with strong killing intent.

If you don't kill them, how can you stand up and scare off these people!?

Rumble!

A cyan dragon arm grabbed at the gourd monk with a blink of an eye.

After a few days of running-in, this dragon capture mudra has long been practiced by the pastoral language. The sharp claws tore off, directly tearing the gourd monk's half-pulled body to pieces.

"Ah......h

Mu Yu pointed at the distance with an expressionless face, and the three swords flashed with brilliance, rushed away in an instant, and cut off the gourd monk's good head, and with a pop, it flew up with blood.

Spike!

The other eight casual cultivators who had just rushed over were also taken aback by this sight, and their eyes scanned back and forth between the gourd monk's headless corpse and Mu Yu's body in disbelief.

The eight people hesitated for a while, and finally gritted their teeth, but they still didn't withstand the temptation, and after drinking, they all came towards the pastoral language.

Mu Yu's lips rose slightly, revealing a faint sneer, and with a lift of his hands, the Yin Yang Ghost Mother Sword turned into a black and white streamer, strangling towards a foundation building monk, and the three flying swords also formed a three-talent sword formation, gathering a sword flower, and flying away like tearing space.

Qiang!Qiang~~

Several magic weapons roared, and the Yin Yang Ghost Mother Sword made a whistling sound, and then collided with several magic weapons, and after being entangled in the void for a while, it shook those magic weapons and landed on the top of a person's head, slashing down fiercely.

Burst!

The sword brilliance gathered by the three-talent sword array directly cut off the waist of another calm monk, and even cut the latter's dantian.

Two moves, kill two foundation building monks in seconds again!!

Everyone gasped, and they were all terrified. Hurriedly forcibly stopped his body, and looked at Mu Yu as if he were looking at a flood beast.

Killing a monk is like slaughtering a dog and a pig!

Seeing the scene in front of him, Mu Yu was also stunned, he didn't expect this group of people to be so can't help fighting, they almost couldn't even carry a single move.

After thinking about it, Mu Yu was slightly relieved. The opponents he had encountered before were either at the peak level of foundation building, or disciples from major sects, and their combat effectiveness was far stronger than that of scattered cultivation, especially after several years of hard cultivation and breakthroughs, connecting with the early Dan monks, standing in front of him, the latter were all fearless, killing the foundation building monks with average strength was really like slaughtering a dog and slaughtering a pig.

"Get out!" Mu Yu stared coldly and shouted, as if there were patches of evil qi coming to his face, and when he smelled it, there was a heavy bloody aura.

Looking at the corpses on the ground, the faces of the remaining Sanxiu suddenly turned pale, hesitated for a while, felt the cold murderous aura from all directions, trembled with fright, Chong Muyu hugged his fists, and hurriedly drove the flying sword to escape into the distance.

With a move of his hand, the storage bags scattered on the ground were pulled by some kind of force, and they suddenly fell on Mu Yu's hands.

After weighing it, he pursed his lips, and Mu Yu laughed faintly, and his cold eyes became much softened.

......

......

Somewhere a hundred miles away from the battlefield, a green light flashed away, and then landed somewhere in a forest sea, and the blue light was withdrawn, revealing an ordinary young man in a white robe.

After finding a bluestone plate and sitting down, Mu Yu smiled, rubbed his hands comically, and took off the storage bag of Sun Laodao from the waist of the jade belt, and after erasing the mark on it, he laid his own divine sense brand, and then opened the storage bag without hurry.

First of all, the yuan tile was held in the palm of his hand, it was very cold and heavy, but the light of Mu Yu's eyes was as hot as fire, as if he wanted to melt it.

"It's actually the best spiritual treasure ...... the day after tomorrow" After feeling it slightly, Mu Yu shook his head with complicated eyes, and he didn't know whether he was happy or disappointed.

"Before, I felt that there was a strange existence in that Yuan Magnetic Divine Electricity, it turned out that this Yuan Magnetic Tile was not an innate level spirit treasure, otherwise, the power of this treasure would be twice as powerful...... "Mu Yu sighed, but after thinking about it, in addition to refining the ghost banner and the jade water gourd, the most powerful magic weapon in his hand was this Yuan Tile , and even to a certain extent, the power of this Yuan Tile was stronger than the Refining Ghost Flag.

After a simple sacrifice, Mu Yu played with this yuan tile with one hand, and with the other hand that was freed, he took out a bunch of bottles and cans, and after some tossing, he found a delicate jade box from a large number of items.

"Zhuyuan Dan!" After opening the jade box, looking at the mellow pill, Mu Yu immediately licked his dry lips, smiled slightly, and quickly closed the jade box, so as not to expose this pill to the air for a long time, resulting in the loss of medicinal power.

After a little hesitation, Mu Yu found two more jade bottles in the pile of bottles and jars. On these two jade bottles, a label was attached to each other, one said Dingyan Dan and the other said Meiyan Dan......