The poignant voice seemed to come from under the Nine Shadows, at the last moment of her life, the old woman cast a spell, but instead of slapping at Mo Ming, she sacrificed to the void, and her sprayed blood turned into a cloud of blood mist with the flash of the rune, tumbling at great speed, and then condensed a huge rune, shooting towards Mo Ming.

Mo Ming's pupils immediately shrank, and he felt an extremely strong vicissitudes of life revealed from the rune, and he instantly felt a feeling of coldness.

And then, what made Mo Ming feel even more shocked was that the speed of the rune burst was not fast, but it seemed to make people feel that they couldn't dodge.

Moreover, when the blood-colored rune was about to approach him, Mo Ming instantly felt that the void around him seemed to exist as if there were invisible silk threads, which instantly trapped him.

At this moment, Mo Ming completely changed color, looked at the old woman, and found that the other end of those invisible silk threads was connected to each other.

Mo Ming wanted to break free, and he also wanted to say something, but with the condensation of that rune, all the vitality in the old woman's body dissipated, and she was already dead.

"Buzz!"

There was a ripple in the void, and Mo Ming's pupils widened, but he could only watch as the rune rushed into his eyebrows, and then disappeared with a bang, leaving no trace.

And Mo Ming found that he didn't cause any damage to him after the rune entered his body, and he couldn't sense where the rune had gone at all, as if nothing had happened.

"That's the end of it?"

Mo Ming was stunned, his spiritual sense looked inward, and carefully swept every part of his body, even the jade box and the heavenly pole flower in the dantian were perceived over and over again, but he still didn't notice anything unusual.

This scene is really too weird, I originally thought that even if the old woman's death technique could not really threaten his life, it would inevitably have some bitter consequences, but I didn't expect this result, that rune, not so much a spell, but rather a joke that the old woman made to him before she died.

However, after being silent for a while, Mo Ming still shook his head, denying this conclusion, firmly believing that it would not be so simple, because no matter what he said, there was no reason for the old woman to want to play tricks on his death, which was unreasonable!

And, carefully thinking about the hysterical words of the old woman just now, Mo Ming faintly flashed a glimmer of light in his heart, but he couldn't catch it.

"Could it be that this is a curse?"

Mo Ming muttered, remembering everything about witchcraft in southern Xinjiang, it seems that in some tribes with extremely long inheritance, the spells that some witchcraft rests on are the mysterious and unpredictable power of curses, and they are also the most mysterious existence in witchcraft.

And in the old woman's last words, the so-called blood curse, the so-called cause and effect are like an alarm bell constantly ringing in his heart, and he can't manage it clearly, but there is a different feeling from the past, like one day in the future, everything today will continue in another way, understand everything.

"It's a pity that the evil man is asleep, otherwise, with his experience, he should know a little, and I don't have to be so confused!"

Mo Ming shook his head slightly, and he didn't think about it anymore if he couldn't figure it out, but after making sure that he was not in any threat to his life, he turned his attention elsewhere.

And only now, he found that the illusory silk threads that originally bound his body had also disappeared, and it seemed to disappear in his body at the same time as the rune, and he couldn't feel it, but he had a hunch that those silk threads and runes still existed.

"Well, since we can't find anything, then for me, at least for now, there will be no threat!

"However, I have to be careful in those places next, this ancient land is probably not as few monks as I imagined, and it is likely that there are many people who have the same idea as this old woman, and do not take the initiative to look for opportunities, but hide in a certain place and wait for the monks who come to hunt for treasures, but take their chances!"

Mo Mingsichen's eyes flashed, so he no longer hesitated, walked straight to the old woman who had fallen in a pool of blood, and with one move, he took a black storage bag on her waist in her hand.

"This person is obviously not a monk in the foundation building period, I don't know what kind of cultivation he did during his lifetime, but I heard him say that he has lived for five hundred years, and at least he is also an existence in the Jindan period!"

"Such a person is generally extremely valuable, and this time in this Jiuli Ancient Land is an opportunity for me, but what I get from killing this person will not be bad if I think about it!"

Mo Ming muttered, with some expectation in his heart, and hurriedly leaned out his spiritual sense and sensed the past into the storage bag.

"This ...... Rich, rich......"

The next moment, his eyes were full of light, and his joy was revealed without the slightest disguise.

Although Mo Ming has not paid much attention to things outside his body all along, this is also relative, and he is still very excited about some treasures such as pills and magic weapons that can improve his strength.

And after seeing the contents of the storage bag for the first time, Mo Ming suddenly picked it up in his heart, and he couldn't help but be ecstatic while being surprised.

In the storage bag, not to mention anything else, as far as the lower grade spirit stones are concerned, there are no less than five million pieces, which is already several times more than his own spirit stones.

And between the messy items, there are no less than a hundred magic weapons that flicker with spiritual power fluctuations, and most of them are not ordinary products, and the worst ones also have the grade of foundation building mysteries, and among them, there is a magic weapon of the Jindan period, which is a purple bracelet, the whole body is crystal clear, even if it is hidden deep in the storage bag, it is difficult to hide the urgency of the treasure itself.

"It's ...... Pure Yang Liquid!"

Suddenly, Mo Ming turned his hand, and a transparent gourd appeared in his hand, which contained a silver-white liquid, shining, and even through the bottle, there was a strange fragrant breath emanating, which made people feel good just by smelling it, and the effect was even better than that of ordinary refreshing pills.

This liquid, called Pure Yang, is a treasure medicine that enhances cultivation, although Mo Ming has never encountered it before, his understanding of the pill over the years is instantly recognized.

One drop of this liquid is worth one pill that can increase the cultivation of the three months of asceticism, while ten drops can increase the cultivation of half a jiazi, and even one pound of medicinal power can make any Qi Condensation Stage cultivator instantly break through the foundation building stage and reach the foundation building Great Perfection realm.

Moreover, its greatest effect is that it can help people break through the barrier of cultivation, so that the existing shackles become weak, and can increase the probability of successful breakthrough in cultivation.

If a Foundation Building Dzogchen monk swallows a bite when breaking through the Jindan Stage, it cannot be said that he can definitely enter the Jindan Stage, but the probability of failure can be greatly reduced, making it easier for people to go further in cultivation!

It is no exaggeration to say that this is a treasure that can be called against the sky, and it can be as famous as the spring water of enlightenment, and it is rare to have time, but if it can be obtained, it is a great opportunity.

At this time, the pure yang liquid in the gourd was half a catty, and it was already able to allow any Foundation Building Great Perfection Realm cultivator to break through the Smooth Atlas Golden Pill Stage.

"Originally, I was still thinking about breaking through the Jindan period because I didn't have enough treasures to refin, so I couldn't grasp it, but now getting this liquid just solved my urgent need, and I think that when I break through, entering the Jindan stage will greatly reduce the probability of accidents!"

Mo Ming lowered his head and muttered, but the next moment, there was a trace of chagrin on his face, because he suddenly remembered that right now in the Jiuli Ancient Land, there was a strange power to suppress cultivation, even if the effect of pure yang liquid was strong, it was difficult to really swallow it now.

This feeling is just like when I got the incense burner not long ago, there is a sense of helplessness that there is no treasure mountain but cannot use it.

"That's it, let's get out of here first, the more I get the cultivation here, the deeper the accumulation, when I leave this place, it will be when I soar into the sky, I think that when I come to that time, my cultivation will get a qualitative leap! The gap with those Tianjiao Dao Sects will be smaller and smaller!"

After calming down a little, Mo Ming walked across a wall and reached out to pull out the killing sword that had attracted him earlier.

This sword, although it is not a treasure that originally existed in this place, but the aura on it is not the slightest bit fake, it is a rare treasure, which can strengthen his killing technique to the greatest extent.

Once he hides in the void, and then uses this sword to kill the enemy, it will be even more silent, and he can achieve thunder killing in an instant, because on this sword, there is also a faint aura under Mo Ming's perception, thinking of the injuries he had suffered before, the sword has a concealing effect, and it is difficult to detect if you don't explore carefully when you launch it.

Next, after the last exploration found no more treasures, Mo Ming played a fire technique to burn the old woman's body into ashes, and then stepped directly out of the attic, ready to go to the next location.

In the previous perception, Mo Ming found a total of thirteen places with strong spiritual power in these four weeks, and now this is the first one, although the process is a bit dangerous and surprising, but after all, it is a chance to get some chances, and it will have a great impact on the improvement of his future cultivation.

Then the remaining twelve places are naturally to be explored.

However, because the old woman set up a situation to attack and kill before, Mo Ming was much more careful about the next trip, and his spiritual sense has been shrouded around, while running to a large hall not far away, while being vigilant about the occurrence of things that may pose a threat to him.

This ancient land seems to be too quiet, except for the old woman before, he still found no trace of people, as if those who had teleported over before had deliberately lurked and did not show it.

"Barbarian Witch Palace!"

As soon as he came to the front of the main hall, Mo Ming looked at a plaque hanging high on the door beam, and suddenly revealed a hint of different color.

The big characters written in the ancient southern Xinjiang witch script look like a shocking feeling, and the endless years seem to not erase everything, but let those big characters reveal a deep meaning.

"It is rumored that most of Jiuli disappeared millions of years ago, and such a long time has not been wiped out here, how strong did most of this Jiuli be back then?"

Mo Ming muttered in a low voice, his thoughts were a little flustered, because the more he observed this place, the more he felt surprised, the traces of precipitation in the river of years were difficult for people to think, and the words that could be used were probably the words miracles that could be described.

Of course, above that hall, Mo Ming felt a trace of the power of the formation prohibition, perhaps the reason why this place was immortal was also greatly related to this.

However, during this investigation, he did not find any danger, the surroundings were quiet, and the pin drop was heard but peaceful.

"It is rumored that the body refiners in southern Xinjiang are all called barbarian witches, since this hall is called the barbarian witch hall, is the treasure existing here related to the barbarian witch?"

Mo Ming Sichen, now, his physical body cultivation has stayed in the realm of the Golden Body Realm for too long, and he could have tried to break through the next realm a long time ago, but he only has the first four realms of the exercises for refining the body, but not for the later Chongtian Realm, the lack of exercises makes it difficult for him to find the path that the physical body cultivation can really break through, and he can't see the direction of progress clearly.

It can be said that for the current Mo Ming, it is imminent to obtain a body refining technique, otherwise it will be difficult for him to improve his physical body cultivation.

And this barbarian witch hall, if it is really the place where the barbarian witches in most of Jiuli lived back then, then there may also be exercises about body refining, which is a big temptation for him, he needs a practice that can make the physical body cultivation improve again.

After a while, Mo Ming no longer hesitated, strode into the threshold, and walked towards the place where the spiritual power was the strongest in the spiritual sense.

As soon as you enter the door, you will not be greeted by a hall with a high hall and mirrors, but a huge rock screen, on which is carved a lifelike Wuxiu sitting around and a high platform, as if praying for something, everyone prostrate on the ground, looking reverent.

Mo Ming didn't observe much, because this picture belongs to the normal scene in the witch cultivation in southern Xinjiang, almost every tribe in southern Xinjiang envelopes the witch fairy in the dark at the moment of birth, in their eyes, the witch fairy is the sky, a sacred and inviolable symbol, and it is also the belief of all witch cultivators in southern Xinjiang.

"Huh, this is ......."

As soon as he bypassed the screen, Mo Ming's eyes suddenly opened up, but he saw that there was a large patio in the center of the main hall, and the blue waves in the well were rippling, and there was a strong spiritual power escaping from it, and the place where he perceived the rich spiritual power came from this patio.

"Is there any treasure in this well?"

Mo Ming was puzzled, if there were any treasures in the patio, it would be a bit unreasonable, after all, the role of the patio in the building is mostly just a feng shui pattern arrangement, there is not much special significance, let alone the reason to store the treasures in it.

After thinking about it, Mo Ming stepped forward quickly, and his spiritual sense instantly sensed the past into the patio.

"This well, it's so deep?"

The next moment, Mo Ming showed a different color, and under the perception of spiritual sense, the patio was as deep as a sink, it was no longer like an ordinary patio, but more like a karst cave, and the internal space was extremely large, and he didn't even reach the bottom for a while.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, at this moment, an extremely dull roar came from Mo Ming's spiritual sense, as if it was a sound of breaking the air, fleeting.

And just when Mo Ming thought that the patio was calm, another muffled sound sounded in his mind, much clearer than that.

And, with the appearance of this voice, Mo Ming suddenly noticed that a slight fluctuation came from below, and then a sonorous sound rang out, some people roared, some people scolded, it looked like someone was fighting in it.

"Whew!"

For a moment, Mo Ming's pupils shrank suddenly, and then instinctively dodged away, and suddenly shot out of the patio with a blood-colored spear, the tip of the spear flickered with cold light, and shot towards Mo Ming with this monstrous killing machine.

Mo Ming's expression immediately turned cold, because he had already been vigilant, he couldn't react unpleasantly, and a punch directly blasted out and smashed it up.

"Boom!"

A piercing metal knock sounded suddenly, rippling, and the spear immediately rolled back, once again submerging into the patio.

"Is it another pre-ambushed killing?"

Mo Ming muttered in a low voice, how similar this scene was to everything that had happened in that attic before, it was all about attacking him when he came, wanting to kill him directly here.

Yes, almost without any thought, Mo Ming thought so.

However, the next moment, Mo Ming's eyes flashed, but there was some surprise.

At this time, his spiritual sense had already probed to the bottom of the patio and sensed it.

Below that, there is a large natural cave, there is a lake in the cave, the lake is rippling, and the rich spiritual power is emanating from it.

Around the lake, there were several monks dressed in different costumes fighting, including sect disciples from the north, witch cultivators from southern Xinjiang, and some old people who were full of twilight energy.

Everyone showed their strength at this moment, or punches, or kicks, or all kinds of hand-to-hand combat methods, but they all fought with only physical strength, and the scene was extremely intense.

Moreover, Mo Ming found that the spear that had just been knocked back by him belonged to a middle-aged man, who was fighting fiercely with the two, and it seemed that the scene just now was not what he deliberately wanted to target Mo Ming, nor was it an unusually long-planned killing.

However, one thing is undeniable that Mo Ming's arrival attracted the attention of those people, and the middle-aged man dodged away after knocking one person out with his bare hands, and stood on a stalactite on the edge of the lake and looked at it with cold eyes.

At the same time, the other people also retreated, looking up as if they had agreed.

"Since a fellow Daoist is here, why don't you come down and see him?" a bald young man shouted in a deep voice, and there was an unconcealable evil aura in his voice.

Mo Ming was suddenly surprised and didn't answer, but all kinds of thoughts flashed wildly in his mind.

He found that although these people were all fighting with pure physical strength just now, each of them had obvious spiritual power fluctuations on their bodies, and they had not weak spiritual power cultivation.

This scene is very strange, as if several people have agreed that no one will use spiritual power to cultivate.

"This cave is weird! It shouldn't be the reason why they deliberately didn't use their spiritual power!"

Suddenly, Mo Ming raised his eyebrows, and his spiritual sense felt something different in the cave.

"Don't you want me to come down yet?"

At the same time, the bald young man drank coldly again, and his tone became cold.