The flying sword flew out again, like a light flying swallow, slashing across the blue spring water, and with a few taps in the seawater, all the Qiankun bags were picked out and fell into the hands of Qingzhou. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Qingzhou stretched his sense, turned into seven or eight strands, and entered the Qiankun bag respectively, seeing the contents clearly, obviously these scattered cultivators were poor, and they didn't even fill a corner of the Qiankun bag, so they concentrated all their belongings into a Qiankun bag, and discarded the rest.

After cleaning up the scene, the sea returned to calm, and the saber-toothed sharks swam around, and these sea beasts attracted by the blood turned away after devouring the corpses of all the monks.

After Ilha Chau left, a seabird with purple feathers hovered above for a few weeks, then flew north, slowly descended onto a huge sea tower ship, and landed on the shoulders of a grey monk below.

"Zi'er is back. The gray-clothed monk said loudly, "Senior Sister Night, Zi'er has seen it. ”

The woman standing on the bow of the boat turned around, this woman with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, dressed in a man's power suit, with black hair simply tied behind her, looking handsome and handsome, like a beautiful young man who does not distinguish between male and female.

"Zi'er come here. Senior Sister Ye beckoned, and the purple seabird fluttered its wings and flew happily to her palm, its thin claws holding its slender jade fingers.

The seabird muttered a few words, and the night sister listened quietly, bowed her head slightly, and finally stuffed a few pills into the seabird's mouth, and the seabird swallowed them all, and then happily flew up to the high mast.

"Senior Sister Night, what did Zi'er say?"

"Do you remember that Ling Xiaoguan disciple?"

"Is it the one who swept the Phantom Island, it seems to be the Qingzhou of the Heavenly Return, the leader of the Qi Refining Disciple Sect who has just won a large sum of money in the Lingxiao Temple, and is a disciple who focuses on cultivating. ”

"Well, this person is decisive and straightforward, he has just killed a wave of harassing Sanxiu, and he has already left for the south. Senior Sister Night looked up to the south.

"I heard that he has gained a lot on Phantom Island, no wonder so many people are tempted, knowing that they are invincible, they also go up to die. ”

"The loose cultivators are short-sighted, and they only know how to care about petty profits, but there are many outlaws who are desperate to take risks, and they dare to hunt down and kill the disciples of the sect. ”

"When the Tiangui One Pulse first came to East Antarctica, its power was already weak, so it's no wonder that the scattered cultivators dared to bully Qingzhou. ”

"Don't care about the scattered islands along the way, the spiritual energy on it is thin, and there is not much elixir growing at all, and the leftover cold rice is used to reward those loose cultivators. Our goal is the Materia Medica Garden for overseas monks, where the elixirs are the most complete and the longest. ”

"This time I went to sea, I will definitely be able to bring back hundreds of Zhuji Dan elixirs for the sect, and my Yujian Xuan will have another batch of Zhuji disciples. ”

Senior Sister Ye nodded, her deep gaze was cast into the distance, the direction in which the ship was going, this sea area had already begun to penetrate into the center of the overseas immortal cultivation realm, and she didn't know how many dangers were waiting for them ahead.

However, when I wait for the sword to be cultivated and the long sword is in hand, I want to kill all my beloved.

Whoever disturbs my heart, kill.

Those who hinder my enlightenment, kill.

Those who go against the sky, kill.

Senior Sister Wu's body rose with a sharp murderous aura, and the murderous aura was in the sky, shooting a few seabirds passing by into a thousand holes.

"Overseas Immortal Cultivation Realm, I'm here. ”

At this moment, Qingzhou followed the guidance of the sea chart and came to another island, the situation on this island is different, there is no natural array outside the island, and there are no monsters cruising, so it is relatively safe, and there are more monks on the island.

When Qingzhou went to the island, he had already seen many monks haunting various places on the island, and these people formed gangs and factions, occupying various resorts on the island, dividing the division of labor to pick elixirs, and not allowing other outsiders to set foot in it.

Seeing that these monks were busy turning over the entire ground on the island, whether it was the elixir that had grown into it or the seedlings that had broken through the ground, they were all swept away, leaving a large pit like a scar.

Qingzhou walked to a river, and was about to stop to rest, when suddenly a few monks rushed over and shouted menacingly, "What are you doing, get out of here." ”

The river meandered, and there was a small sandy beach in the middle of the river, on which a few elixirs grew, surrounded by a dozen monks, holding jade shovels, carefully loosening the soil and picking out the roots one by one.

Obviously, these people were collecting medicine, thinking that Qingzhou was here to rub oil and water, so there were monks who were specially responsible for driving people up.

However, these monks had a very bad attitude, and they didn't listen to explanations at all, and they came up in an angry tone.

Qing Zhou glanced at them and didn't speak, but these days he had killed countless people, and his body had accumulated a murderous aura as thick as a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, just a faint glance made these monks speechless in shock, all of them were cold and couldn't move.

The sound reached the beach in the middle of the river, and some of the monks stopped their work and shouted impatiently, "Don't be sluggish, get rid of the irrelevant people, and let us calm down and work." ”

The monk here couldn't say anything, he thought that Qingzhou, who was alone, was just bullied by others, but he didn't expect that after showing his fangs, it was so terrifying, in front of him, his group seemed to be little sheep huddled together and trembling, without the slightest power to protect themselves.

Qing Zhou looked at these monks with an indifferent gaze, in his eyes, these scattered cultivators were like ants, they could be killed with a sword flying out.

The monks didn't know that their life and death were between Qingzhou's thoughts, but the murderous aura on Qingzhou's body was condensed like substance, and in the face of this murderous aura, they didn't dare to act rashly, for fear that their souls would be scattered as soon as they moved.

Suddenly, Qingzhou moved, and he turned away, and his murderous aura was retracted, leaving only a back that was gradually moving away.

The monks breathed a sigh of relief, sweating profusely, more tired and tired than in the battle, and their souls were tormented, their eyelids were as heavy as hanging lumps of lead, and they thought only of falling to sleep.

"I read the notes of my predecessors, I said that it is easy for those who practice swords, it is easy to pick up a sword, but it is difficult to put down a sword, because it is difficult to control the murderous intention, killing is like a poppy, it will make people addicted, if you don't know how to control it, you can only become a madman who only knows how to kill. Therefore, if you want to cultivate to a very high level of swordsmanship, you must learn the truth of abandoning the sword.

What is to abandon the sword, it is not to give up the sword in hand, but to learn to restrain the killing intent and not to do senseless killing.

The sword is a murder weapon, and it must be hidden in itself at all times, and it will move when the time comes, if it is as quiet as a hidden dragon lurking under the nine abysses, the flying dragon will travel thousands of miles in the sky, and it will be very free and see the great light. ”

Qingzhou silently recited the mantra, his heart was clear, and he had no intention of worrying about those people, because a random elixir taken out of his body was worth the value of all the medicinal materials on the beach in the river.

"Isn't this Junior Brother Qingzhou?"

A disciple walked in front of him, with a familiar appearance, as if he was the Tiangui disciple who returned to Lingxiao Temple with him to participate in the sect's big strokes, Qingzhou vaguely remembered that this person's name was Bu Zhousheng.

This time to go to sea, Bu Zhousheng is also one of them, Qingzhou and him have had a few encounters, but the relationship is not familiar, belongs to the type of meeting and saying hello.