"Phew!" A yellow-robed middle-aged monk saw that the zombie had been blown up by many spells, but he still never fell, a little impatient, saw the opportunity, shouted, and threw out a small round shield magic weapon, the round shield dripped, spun in mid-air, turned into a thick and heavy round shield, and pressed towards the zombie's head.

With a "snap", the zombie's extremely tough head was smashed in half by this round shield magic weapon.

Then, a golden sword flashed, and the remaining half of the zombie's head flew up completely, rolling to the ground.

At this time, everyone saw that when the zombie fell, it had a small box made of gold and stone. As soon as the zombie died, the small box rolled to the ground.

The eyes of the more than ten monks who were besieging this zombie instantly became hot.

This small box is not large, that is, it can put dozens of spirit stones or so. Zombies don't hold on to a small box for no reason, and there must be items that are very important to the zombie hidden inside.

More than a dozen monks glanced at each other.

Almost all of them were from different sects of the two cultivation realms, and although they were eager to grab the small box, none of them dared to rush over easily. It would only be a living target for all the other monks, and they would be fiercely attacked.

The monk who killed the zombie collected the flying sword magic weapon, glanced at the monks in the big cave, and suddenly said to the yellow-robed monk: "Wang Daoyou, this zombie was killed by you and me together, and the items it left behind are not as good as the two of us to divide them equally, what do you think?"

The yellow-robed middle-aged monk glanced at the more than ten monks in the interior of the big cave, weighed it, felt that it was feasible, and said with a cruel smile: "Okay, He Daoyou's idea is good."

"Today, my king is in a good mood, I don't want to open a big killing ring, if I don't want to die, you can leave by yourself. This box belongs to me and He Daoyou, and you don't have any chance. The monk surnamed Wang confidently played with the shield magic weapon in his hand.

The monks cursed in a low voice and prepared to leave.

Before Yuwen Zhouyuan left, he threw out a wind blade from his sleeve and hit the small box, shattering the outer shell of the small box to see what it contained.

"Whoa!" The locket was split by the wind blade, and dozens of palm-sized drawings rolled out of it, lying on the ground.

More than a dozen ordinary monks in the venue looked stunned, and their eyes widened.

Even the monk surnamed Wang and the monk surnamed He were equally stunned and in disbelief.

There are as many as thirty volumes of drawings in this small box.

In the big cave, there was a dead silence, and only the sound of swallowing saliva could be heard.

It's easy to distinguish between map drawings and drawings for other purposes. Even if you are an idiot, you can see that those are mine map blueprints.

This zombie actually collected dozens of volumes of map drawings into its small box, no wonder they monks have never been able to find any trace of the map drawings.

Whew, whew! Several figures, without a sound, suddenly rushed towards the drawings.

According to the promise of the cloud word standard, as long as any expedition team takes back a drawing and hands it over to the sect, each member of the team can get a reward of Zhu Yuan Dan. If you can get more drawings, the more rewards you will get. The reward of the cloud word mark is so heavy, and the rewards of other sects will definitely not be low.

Poof, poof, there was a muffled snort, and more than a dozen monks with extremely red eyes got up frantically, kicking and punching, sword light flashing, and snatching the drawings on the ground. Inside the big cave, there was chaos. No one cares about any alliances, grab the map drawings and talk about it.

Yuwen Zhouyuan reacted very quickly, and with a flying pounce, he copied the two map drawings into his hands.

After picking up an ancient yellow drawing on the ground, Yuwen Juyuan didn't have time to look at it carefully and put it in a storage bag.

The more map drawings you can grab, the richer the rewards given by the sect, and rewards like Zhu Yuan Dan are indispensable. With this idea in mind, the monks who rushed to the front were quick to catch a lot of drawings in their hands, so that they could go back to the sect to exchange for rewards.

And the monk who followed behind was even more anxious, desperate to stop the monk in front of him from picking up the blueprints.

Yuwen Zhouyuan was able to get two drawings so easily, and there was a bit of surprise on his face.

Yuwen Zhouyuan didn't plan to rely on these two drawings to exchange with the cloud word mark for the reward of Zhu Yuan Dan. Because he has a lot of Yuan Dan in his own hands, what he lacks now is just a retreat place full of true qi.

The big cave was already in chaos, spells were flying, and all the monks were frantically attacking each other in order to grab the blueprints.

Yuwen Zhouyuan was secretly frightened and numb, this kind of chaotic battle is the easiest to die, no one knows who will attack him suddenly, I'm afraid I don't even know how to die.

Just as he was about to leave, his eyes saw a shiny jade slip on the ground in the corner of the cave, and he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

Yuwen Zhouyuan was late for a moment, and immediately flew over, intending to pick up this jade slip and take it away, and then immediately leave this place of chaos of right and wrong.

Suddenly, Yuwen Zhouyuan's heart was alarmed, and the figure writhed, dodging to the side, and several fireballs hit the position where he was standing just now without warning, splashing a little dust and rubble.

A black-faced monk, carrying a spirit knife, flew up and stood in front of the jade slip, glared at him fiercely, and said with a smile: "This jade slip Lao Tzu wants it!"

Yuwen Zhouyuan couldn't help but curse secretly, and glanced at the black-faced monk, this black-faced monk was the ninth layer of the True Qi Stage, holding a high-level spirit sword in his hand, it was estimated that he was the core disciple of a small sect, and he was a little obedient and arrogant.

If you only use the cold snow spirit weapon, it is not possible to kill this black-faced monk, it is just time-consuming, but once you use that magic weapon silver light sword, you will reveal your killer weapon in front of these monks, and this killer weapon should be used as little as possible.

Yuwen Juyuan gritted his teeth and decided to back down.

The black-faced monk couldn't help but be a little surprised when he saw that Yuwen Zhouyuan gave up this jade slip so easily, and took the initiative to take a few steps back to show his concession.

The black-faced monk couldn't help but secretly rejoice, he was a monk of the empire on which the sun never set, so he naturally recognized the clothing of the enemy country's monk battalion.

This kid is obviously from an ordinary monk with the word mark of the enemy country, and he can be weak, and even the spiritual weapons have been destroyed, so he has to let go and retreat, and he will not take advantage of it.

Thinking like this, the black-faced monk suddenly said fiercely: "Hand over the drawings on your body as well, and then open your storage bag and hand it over, and then the uncle will consider whether to let you live." ”

Yuwen Zhouyuan was annoyed, and the cold glint in his eyes flashed, he was really looking for death, he had already decided to let go of the jade slip and leave directly. But this black-faced monk didn't know what to do, and he actually beat his idea of the storage bag, if he was entangled by this black-faced monk, there would be endless troubles. It has to be done quickly.

"I want to see what I have in my storage bag, okay, Yuwen I'll let you see it!" Yuwen Zhouyuan sneered, patted the storage bag on his waist, and a silver light flashed from it, and the Yin Han small sword drew a perfect semi-circular arc in mid-air, suspended in mid-air, and controlled freely.

"Magic weapon flying sword!" The black-faced monk was stunned for a moment, and his face changed in horror.

The black-faced monk's intestines were blue in repentance, Yuwen Zhouyuan didn't give him a chance to protect himself desperately, and the silver sword quickly swirled around the black-faced monk.

The black-faced monk was so frightened that he couldn't take care of the front and behind him, so he could only turn around and run away.

While running, he was shocked to find that the protective shield behind him was torn by the sword, and then he felt a pain in his heart, and he stumbled under his feet and fell to the ground without seeing it.

Yuwen Zhouyuan glanced at the surrounding monks with cold eyes, and quickly picked up the jade slip that fell out of the small zombie box from the ground.

Dozens of zhang away from Yuwen Zhouyuan.

Old man Meng, who is also from Yunzibiao, is fighting with a tall and thin middle-aged monk to snatch a drawing.

The tall and thin monk, who was also an ordinary monk, was very embarrassed in his hand, holding a middle-level spiritual weapon, fighting with Old Man Meng.

"Hurry up and hand over the drawings!" Old Man Meng yelled excitedly as he took a slight advantage in the fight with the tall and thin monk.

The tall and thin monk was entangled by Old Man Meng, and he couldn't escape, so he scolded angrily, and said vaguely: "Phew! You shameless! What kind of ability is it to rob my land, you want drawings, you have the ability to rob others, there are so many in other people's hands!"

"I'll rob you of the land, what's wrong!" Old Man Meng had a hideous face, he gritted his teeth, and threw out a piece of mid-level fire rune paper in his hand that was worth dozens of spirit stone land.

The tall and thin monk couldn't dodge it at once, and was "bombarded" by a flame bird, and was blown away by half a foot, and fell to the ground, and the protective light shield was greatly dimmed. This violent blow consumed a lot of the tall and thin monk's true strength.

Old man Meng immediately pounced, and a low-grade gold-based spirit sword in his hand stabbed out violently, "poof" The tall and thin monk screamed miserably, and was nailed to the ground.

Old man Meng didn't care, and took out a drawing from the other party's storage bag.

Old man Meng's hands were trembling violently, tears were about to flow down, and he shouted excitedly: "Found a scroll of map drawings, haha!"

"Poof!" a golden sword passed through Old Man Meng's chest.

Old man Meng looked at the big hole in his chest in amazement, the smile on his face stiffened, and he fell to the ground.

A golden slender figure flew down beside Old Man Meng unhurriedly, looking at Old Man Meng's stiff face with a smile, and sneered disdainfully: "A little miscellaneous piece of cloud word mark, what kind of sweet dreams are you!"

The man forcefully broke away Old Man Meng's clenched fingers, took out a drawing from his clenched fist, and put it in the storage bag.

Then he looked through Old Man Meng's storage bag again, and found that there were a large number of bottles, cans, and animal skin bags, trivial raw materials, spirit stones, and a small stack of rune paper. The goldsmith didn't look at the tattered things.

"This old man is too shabby to even have anything decent. The Goldsmith threw down his storage bag, intending to find his next target.

At this time, he suddenly felt a pair of cold eyes staring at him from behind.

Turning his head suddenly, dozens of feet away, there was a young monk in green clothes dressed in the same color as the old man, looking at him with a calm face.