Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info "Brother Bai, the treasures of this place are all ownerless, you help me collect them, and I will be the master and share your share!"

"Ownerless treasures?"

Bai Ye sneered inwardly.

In Zhao Tong's mouth, there is a foundation building monk at the mountain col, and the place where the longevity is exhausted.

Before the death of this cultivation, he was unwilling, resentful, and unwilling to collect the magic weapons and cultivation materials collected in his life to fall into the hands of others, which was closed by the ban, and left special means on the magic weapons and other things, once someone broke the ban, these belongings were immediately stimulated by that special means and broke through the air.

Zhao Tong narrated eloquently, extremely close to the talent of the tongue, and at the same time silently observed Bai Ye's expression, and saw those monks coming, a strange and strange light swept through his eyes.

And Bai Ye showed a heart-warming look, but his divine consciousness had already shrouded him silently, and the four cultivators who came to him immediately knew it.

It's just that I don't know what Zhao Tong means, and when his face became more and more excited, a trace of extremely pure golden spiritual power condensed his fingertips.

"Brother Zhao!" The four repairs came in an instant.

At this time, his eyes fell on Bai Ye, and his eyes suddenly lit up, and one of them had a gloomy expression, filled with a powerful aura of the twelfth layer of condensation, and said in a cold voice: "Zhao Tong, this is your friend?"

Among the four people, this person's cultivation is the strongest, but the spiritual power aura is mixed, and the other three, similar to Zhao Tong, exude fluctuations of nine and ten layers.

Therefore, when Bai Ye saw these people, his eyes were strange, which did not make his heart turbulent, but became more and more flat.

Seeing the arrival of the four cultivators, Zhao Tong immediately changed his face and retreated away from Bai Ye's side: "It's not a friend! Brother Lu, this person has a skill, a finger to point out, extremely powerful, brothers, be careful..."

These words immediately made the four cultivators who came understand that business was coming.

Sect cultivators, there are sects, and families provide cultivation resources, but scattered cultivation is different, every bit of their cultivation resources needs to be collected by themselves, because they are all extremely selfish, and they are all extremely selfish, and they are "If people are not for themselves, the heavens and the earth will be destroyed!" For the best words.

At the same time, killing, snatching, and stabbing in the back are more commonplace.

And Zhao Tong and this Brother Lu and others are a small gang with this as a side business.

Bai Ye's heart was already clear at this moment, his expression was still calm, he looked at Zhao Tong, and said lightly: "Brother Zhao, what do you mean by this?

Before Zhao Tong could speak, he saw Brother Nalu sneering gloomily: "What do you think of this thing?"

Before the words fell, as soon as the person raised his hand, black smoke filled the air, and in the smell of fishy smell, a black centipede of a foot appeared hideous, and pounced directly on Bai Ye.

"It's ugly, it's too smelly!"

Bai Ye smiled lightly, and when the words came out, he pointed out, and immediately in the fluctuation of the aura, a large net of cultivation appeared, directly enveloping the black centipede, restraining it, and wrapping it in the blink of an eye, making it make a piercing sound when it struggled.

"As for this thing, I'll give it back to you!"

The tone suddenly changed from plain to cold, Bai Ye's eyes were cold, and immediately, the black centipede that was bound returned as fast as lightning.

After drilling into Brother Lu's mouth, it exploded directly, and the liquid that flowed out made the grim and sneering face turn black in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, in the wave of the big sleeves, the surging spiritual power, such as directly turning into three tangible mountains, suddenly fell to the other three cultivators, only to leave Zhao Tong behind.

"This person's magic is powerful, let's move together..."Zhao Tong saw Bai Ye shaking the sword with one finger, yes, seeing Brother Lu doing it, he immediately beckoned the other three.

But before he could make a move, and before he even finished speaking, he saw Brother Lu, his eyes suddenly bulged, and the skin exposed all over his body became black, festering in the blink of an eye, and fishy water flowed out.

A monk with the twelfth layer of condensing qi turned into a black and smelly liquid within a few breaths of Zhao Tong's gaze.

And at this time, the other three screams made him look at Bai Ye's gaze in disbelief and even more fear.

"Boom, boom!"

With a loud roar, although the three cultivators roared with mixed spiritual power, they still couldn't resist the pressure of the mountain, but after a little resistance, they showed a look of despair and fear, and died in the shattering of bones and the collapse of Danhai.

In the snap of a finger, the four repairs died!

Zhao Tong's words were abrupt, his eyes widened, his face was full of fear, and his muscles stiffened, making this fear like a freeze.

"You... You...!"

And at this moment, Bai Ye's gaze fell, the coldness and murderous intent no longer existed, and he smiled faintly like when they first met.

"Brother Zhao, this place is really an ownerless treasure, thank you Brother Tai for the gift!"

Half an hour later, Bai Ye came to a place where there were many tall and low peaks and the terrain was harsh.

This is the Valley of No Return.

The valley of no return does not refer to a single place of basin valley, but this piece of poor mountains and bad waters that stretches for thousands of miles.

The reason why it is that no matter whether it is a loose cultivation or a clan cultivation here, it is called a valley without returning, because there are many valleys and basins, and the terrain is dangerous, and the local evil or other fierce cultivation gathers here, and the clan monks enter, and there is no return.

As soon as he stepped into a short distance, Bai Ye noticed that several divine senses swept in, and there was even a breath that belonged to the tenth-layer cultivator of condensing qi, which began to come at this moment.

Immediately, the peak of the tenth layer belonged to the powerful spiritual power condensed by the Dao Zang Sutra, which diffused from Bai Ye's body and directly spread hundreds of zhang, although this aura belonged to the tenth layer, there was a roaring roar.

The divine consciousness hesitated, and the ten-layer aura that belonged to another monk also paused, as if hesitating.

Bai Ye's eyes suddenly flashed with cold light, and in the cold snort, the spiritual power that diffused suddenly condensed and directly blasted through.

There was a miserable cry, extremely terrible, and the aura suddenly collapsed, which made the swept divine consciousness not try to move forward, but quickly disappeared.

Zhao Tong was also taken from his memory and died, and he and the group of monks surnamed Lu had killed people and seized treasures for many years, which made Bai Ye shocked.

At the same time, it also made Bai Ye clear what happened to that mountain col.

There is indeed a foundation there, but it is not a place to sit, but when the monk Shouyuan was exhausted and was about to disperse, he was targeted by Zhao Tong and others, and took advantage of his inattention to sneak attack and kill.

The monk fought back on the verge of death, killing two of them, and the dignity of being a foundation made him shake all the precious things in the treasure bag before he died, and vowed not to leave one in the hands of Zhao Tong and others.

And Bai Ye was really there, and when he saw the corpse of the foundation building monk, his divine sense swept away, and the degree of languishing of his Danhai made him feel that when the monk couldn't break through and the longevity was exhausted.

And the Wuhui Valley here also let Bai Ye get an understanding.

The law of the jungle here can be described as cruel, and if the cultivation of celibacy does not have strong strength, there is death and no life.

The several divine senses, and the breath of the tenth-layer monks, all saw Bai Ye's face, and he was alone, giving birth to greed, and wanting to kill people and seize treasures in the temptation.

It was Bai Ye who immediately diffused the aura of cultivation, which made them jealous, and at the same time, in the face of that hesitation and temptation, they directly collapsed a cultivation Danhai outside a hundred zhang, giving others the feeling that this cultivation was not only powerful, but also cold and ruthless, and they did not dare to provoke it easily.

When he was advancing, Bai Ye had always been filled with the aura of cultivation, although there was still a divine sense that swept by from time to time, but most of them passed by with a touch, and it was not easy to mess with the cultivation that came to him.

Gradually, the twelfth layer of condensation appeared across the divine sense, and Bai Ye also stopped, staying in front of a cave where there was a prohibition.