The pressure of the spiritual mist here is very strong, and everyone took the pill to help the mana recover quickly, and after meditating on their knees for a while, their spirit and spirit recovered eighty or ninety. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Long Ji took the lead, a sword followed, and the other six people took a deep breath, holding hands, mana was circulating among each other, and their expressions were nervous at the back.

Long Ji easily walked into the spiritual mist, enjoying the breath of the true heaven and earth qi of Kyushu, and the Dao energy unconsciously unfolded, but it did not cover everyone, only covering a one-foot range.

One sword step at a time, Rao was fully prepared, and the huge pressure and restraint on his soul and body still made him bend down. However, he soon became happy, and his mana was driven by the "Purple Jiuhuan Imperial Sword Technique", which greatly improved his resistance to external forces, and he actually had a faint feeling of compatibility with the outside world!

There were several muffled snorts behind him, the legs of the six people trembled, and Li Ranzheng gritted his teeth and said: "We still underestimate the power of the Kyushu Spirit Mist, we can't hold it for long, hurry!"

The six of them could only hope that the cave on the top of the mountain could be opened quickly, otherwise they could only return to the "Purple Snow Realm" and wait!

The leaves rustled, and the muffled roar of beasts came, and I don't know which beasts sounded. The crowd quickened up and rushed to the top of the mountain in one go.

The mountains are just some ordinary beasts, mountains that are less than a thousand feet high, only a little higher than the trees of the forest sea, and can only be regarded as hills in Kyushu, but this is exactly the range of the eyes of the six people, and further away, you can only see a white expanse.

Cultivators below the Jindan realm, in the spiritual mist of Kyushu, can only see objects thousands of zhang away, and the stronger ones are only one or two thousand zhang, and a sword transports mana to the eyes, and actually sees more than a thousand and nearly two thousand zhang, which makes him extremely surprised!

The mountain is short, and the tall trees in the forest can't grow on it, so get rid of the dense vegetation and move away a boulder, and a black hole cave will appear in front of you, and the faint light will stick to the rock at the entrance of the cave, and the broken formation can hardly hide the mana fluctuations in the depths of the cave!

Everyone smiled, there were fluctuations in the mana, there must be traces of things or cultivation left by the predecessors, if there were traces of the Dao Law drawn by the predecessors, it would be enough for them to be useful!

Long Ji shot a few mana and submerged into the formation, pinched the law with his hand, recited the spell, the power of heaven and earth was pulled over, and penetrated into the formation in a mysterious way, the nearby rocks and mountains trembled slightly for a while, and a white light mixed with a slight red light flashed, and the formation broke.

Holding back the excitement in their hearts, everyone slowly walked into the cave.

Long Ji, who was walking in the front, frowned, and the red light that had just flashed looked like a "candlelight" that looked like a lantern, which made him quite uneasy.

The cave was pitch black, and a straight passage stretched out to the innermost, where something shimmered, and the cave flickered and darkened, and mana fluctuations came from there.

The straight passage finally came to the end, and at the end of it was expanded into a circular stone chamber, with a set of stone benches, stone tables and stone beds, and it seemed that the predecessors had lived here for a while.

Moving their gaze upward, everyone's breathing suddenly became heavy, and a white sword-like beast bone was inserted into the top of the stone chamber, a faint light emanated from above, and mana fluctuations steadily came out from a red gem at the end.

"Magic weapon!"

At least it's a magic weapon for cultivators of the Divine Power Realm!

There was silence for a breath, and among the six people, a disciple immediately jumped out, glanced back at the two of them, and rushed towards the magic weapon.

Originally, it shouldn't have been so impulsive, as soon as the magic weapon took the lead, everyone was unbearable, and the two senior brothers didn't make the first move. Second, the pressure of the spiritual mist in Kyushu oppresses everyone all the time, and it is really impossible to stay here for a moment!

A sword was just about to strike, but a fresh wind wrapped around his waist, making him unable to move, "Don't act rashly, something is wrong!" Long Ji said.

The gem glowed with a bright red light, red as blood, and the disciple flew up to him, carefully laying a heavy protection on his hand before grabbing the magic weapon.

Everyone was waiting below, although there were no traces of the formation around the magic weapon, it was also possible that the formation was too strong and they couldn't see through, or the magic weapon itself was dangerous, and these had to be guarded against.

Seeing that the palm of his hand was about to touch, a high-pitched wail suddenly broke into everyone's minds, and the voice was terrible, like a person's struggle before death.

The head of the sword sank, his vision was filled with blood, and he staggered back, until his back hit the stone wall before he stabilized his body, and the mana in his body scurried uncontrollably, and he immediately sat cross-legged and calmed down.

The six of them were even more unbearable, first their heads sank, and then their mana was suddenly uncontrollable, all the means of protecting their bodies dissipated, and the pressure of the spiritual mist suddenly acted on their souls and bodies, and they still suffered a lot of internal injuries with a few "poof" sounds!

The one who reached out to take the magic weapon bore the brunt of it, and the hard one fell from the air, spurting blood.

The scene was extremely chaotic for a while.

Long Ji has been secretly guarding the embankment, and the moment before the scream came, he reacted, stretched out his hand to block the front, and the sound wave collided with the palm of his hand, actually causing layers of ripples in the air.

The blood light spread from the gem, and the magic weapon quickly differentiated in the blood light, turning into ashes in an instant, and the blood light instantly filled the entire cave, and then drilled into everyone's body.

Long Ji shouted angrily, his voice was clear, and the power of heaven and earth faintly moved, the golden light flashed in his eyes, his arms were spread, and the Dao energy was fully activated, with him as the center, the light cyan wind seemed to appear out of thin air, like an upside-down bowl, whistling and spreading out in all directions, and the stone room suddenly shook the mountain.

The blood light was slowly pushed by Dao Neng, moving away from everyone, Long Ji's arms trembled, this blood light was viscous and heavy, and it was extremely difficult to deal with.

The people in the semi-coma were in a trance, and they only cared about the runaway mana with all their might, but in fact, they had just walked between life and death.

Fortunately, the blood light is just a pure magic weapon remnant, without the protection of the magic weapon, it is like rootless water, disappearing without a trace in an instant.

Long Ji's arms suddenly loosened, only to find that the blood light had disappeared, and the Dao energy that was stretched out with all his strength could not be retracted, and slammed into the stone room, the stone bench, the stone table, and the stone bed were crushed, and the Dao energy was castrated, and in the boom, the four walls of the stone room were cut off one layer.

Inhaling and stabilizing the lower plate, Long Ji couldn't take care of breathing, and walked back and forth between the people, and saw that everyone was relieved that there was nothing wrong with them except that the injuries were not light.

Dao energy is still all over the stone room, not only to prevent accidents, but also to resist the invasion of Kyushu spiritual fog for everyone.

Yijian was the least injured, and he soon came to his senses, felt the faint breeze around him, sighed, and said to Long Ji: "Fortunately, there is a junior brother here, what is wrong?"

Long Ji closed his eyes on the side and recuperated: "I suspect that this is the cultivation place of that demon, wait for them to wake up, leave immediately!"

Yijian was surprised, and hurriedly said: "Everything is up to junior brother!"

After a small half a day, the six people woke up one after another, grateful to Long Ji, Long Ji nodded, and everyone left here quickly.

Entering the "Purple Snow Realm", the body was light, and then he settled down, and when he arrived here, everyone's combat effectiveness could be fully exerted, and he had a lot of confidence.

One sword and three sentences said what happened after everyone fell into a coma, but there was no mention of the "demon" thing, although everyone regretted it, fortunately, there was no danger, and they could only sigh that the fortune was still shallow.

The leaves next to him were shabu-shabu, and several figures came quickly from far and near, with a crisp sound of "pop", the branches and leaves in front of them flew horizontally, and six cultivators jumped out, staring at everyone with ill intentions, dressed beautifully, and they were actually disciples of Jingzong.

The first young disciple smiled and said: "How are the senior brothers? The senior brothers have been waiting here for a long time, and the senior brothers of the Sword Sect are really moving forward, as sharp as a sword, and they dare to walk in the spiritual mist of Kyushu if they are not cultivated enough, admire and admire!"

Seeing that neither of them spoke, Li Ranzheng stepped forward: "It's easy to say, my sect's disciples should be like sharp swords, cutting off all obstacles, otherwise how can they cultivate diligently?

The annoyance of the people of Jingzong flashed.

If there is no inheritance relationship and the cultivation is quite comparable, it is polite to call "senior brother" when they meet, Li Ran is talking with a gun and a stick, and unceremoniously calls him "junior brother", completely ignoring them.

The young disciple's face sank: "Senior brothers, we are surprised and admired that they have been fighting against the Kyushu Spirit Mist for so long, I don't know how much mana you have left? Can you bring the treasure you can get? Why don't you keep it for us?"

Everyone in Jingzong took a step forward in unison, and the magic weapon was raised, ready to do it.

"We didn't get anything, if you don't believe it, you can go and see for yourself, there is nothing but the stone bench and the stone bed!" The people of the Sword Sect drew their swords in their hands, and the mana was running between the swords, and there was no lack of mana at all.

Everyone in Jingzong hesitated slightly, everyone's strength is not much different, the Sword Sect's side has the advantage in numbers, fighting at close range, who has the confidence to face the sword qi of the Sword Sect?

The leading disciple drank: "Don't pretend! Since there is a stone bench and a stone bed, there will inevitably be traces of cultivation left by the predecessors, don't force it, it's a common thing to go through training and snatching, why should the senior brother cling to the mud?"

The disciples of Jingzong came back to their senses one after another, originally seeing their full mana, they wanted to distance themselves from each other, but they had stayed in the spiritual mist of Kyushu for so long, and such a full mana was a flaw!

The battle in the experience, the sect will not take care of it, everyone knows this, exchange glances with each other, and just wait to make a move.

A disciple on the side of the Sword Sect suddenly let out a long roar, the sword light was like a rainbow, and it slashed towards the opposite side, this disciple was the one who took the magic weapon before.

Yijian couldn't help but secretly praise: "This junior brother is brave and diligent, and he will become a great weapon in the future!"

Li Ranzheng said with a smile: "Senior Brother Yao is so good! I didn't expect you to be discouraged every day, but you have such courage at a critical moment, as a brother, I want to look at you differently!"

Everyone in the Sword Sect laughed, and their momentum soared.

"Don't work a sword, the two senior brothers of Long Ji will shoot, fight at close range, they are definitely not our opponents!"

Jingzong shouted that it was not good, and only when they handed over did they know that their mana was indeed full, and there were two "senior brothers" in the rear sweeping formation, and they and others would definitely not be pleased, so they threw out a few magic weapons to block them, and immediately fled away.

Everyone in the Sword Sect cheered, surrounded the panting Senior Brother Yao, patted him on the shoulder, and said words of praise.

Senior Brother Yao lowered his head, listening to the praise in his ears with enjoyment, his heart was indescribably happy, and his intuition was beating faster, as if something wanted to break out of his body, and the bloodshot crawled all over his eyes, but it was blocked and no one noticed.