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Xue Chucai stretched out his hand and took the token of an unconscious disciple on the ground into his arms, and then turned to leave without looking at the young disciple whose face was covered with blood and his breath was weak.

The white robes on his body were spotless, and he walked extremely fast, and soon disappeared into the vast jungle.

A disciple of the foundation building period wearing a green robe walked out of nowhere, and after frowning and glancing at the direction in which Xue Chucai left, he quickly walked towards the seriously injured disciple.

After walking up to the disciple, the man's brow furrowed even deeper.

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Canglan Riverside.

Liu Xianyuan stepped on the broadsword and floated down with the river.

The broadsword was much larger than the one it had been a few years earlier, and it was more than six feet long, nearly a foot wide, and about a finger thick.

Such a huge broadsword should be very heavy, but it was made a flat boat by Liu Xianyuan, and I don't know what kind of magic method he used.

Liu Xianyuan's face was indifferent, his eyes only looked ahead, but he didn't look around at the changing scenery around him.

A few miles ahead, there is a huge waterfall with a height of 100 zhang, which is the boundary between the middle and lower reaches of the Canglan River. I wonder if Liu Xianyuan knows about the existence of the waterfall?

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Guo Hongming put on her red clothes again.

In the midst of a green leaf, her figure jumped like fire, high and low.

Behind her, a good-looking young man followed. The man was also wearing a white robe, with a small Danding pattern embroidered on his chest.

This person followed behind Guo Hongming, staring at her figure with a pair of eyes, as if he wanted to say something, but he stopped every time.

In front of him, Guo Hongming had a bit of helplessness in his eyes.

The two of them jumped through the woods, not knowing where they were going.

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Li Mu met a fierce rival.

After defeating dozens of opponents in a row, all of whom were relatively "average" in strength, he finally encountered the first enemy who could pose a threat to him.

This is an old man dressed in black.

Judging from the appearance alone, this person is at least sixty years old, and his real age is unknown. He had white hair, a wrinkled face, and a cloudy look in his eyes, looking like he might go west at any moment.

In the Xuanming faction, there are not a few such people.

Not everyone is like Li Mu, who lacks his own cultivation qualifications, but he has other talents. There are some people who have an extremely strong desire for the Tao (or fear of death), but their cultivation qualifications are not satisfactory.

Moreover, because they don't have other talents, this kind of person generally cultivates extremely hard, and their own spirit stones are not abundant.

When they have gone through a lot of hardships and finally reached the peak of their cultivation, they will be faced with a problem that they have to solve - Tsukidan.

As mentioned earlier, the interface of the Xuanying Realm is narrow, resources are scarce, and every grain of raw materials for Zhuji Dan is not easy to come by, so Zhuji Dan is very precious, and the spirit stones needed to purchase Zhuji Dan are far from a huge amount that ordinary mortal cultivators can afford.

More importantly, for a monk with poor qualifications, if he wants to build a foundation successfully, the number of foundation building pills required will also be greater - if a three-attribute spiritual root like Li Mu wants to build a foundation, he must at least prepare more than three foundation building pills, not to mention worse qualifications.

Although even if you have enough foundation building pills, you may not be able to build a foundation successfully, but how many cultivators will be willing to do nothing all their lives and die of old age in silence?

After all, after successfully building the foundation, there will be another 200 years of life! Who doesn't want to live and create more possibilities?

Therefore, those ordinary monks with mediocre or even low qualifications, no other talents, and no elders to rely on have become an extremely special group of people in each sect.

In the Xuanming faction, such a group of people is called "black-clothed ghosts". Because they don't know when, they changed out of the white magic clothes issued by the sect, and put on black clothes instead, practicing silently and lowly, like ghosts.

Among monks, the innate has a lifespan of 150 years, and the mortal has a lifespan of 300 years. This has also become the most important reason why the black-clothed ghosts can continue to cultivate to the peak of mortal transformation, after all, for such a long time, even those who have cultivated poorly, as long as they have the help of high-level exercises, most of them can cultivate with little success.

Therefore, for ordinary disciples, these black-clothed ghosts who have cultivated for many years, but have never built a foundation, are almost unattainable existences.

In the previous sect competitions, except for a very small number of disciples with outstanding talents and sharp spells who could bargain in the hands of these people, the black-clothed ghosts accounted for almost half of the rankings in the top of the big competition.

The Xuanming Sect's disciples in the Transformation Period remained at about three thousand all year round, and the number of black-clothed ghosts did not exceed one hundred. Many disciples who had no hope of building a foundation were either relegated to the logistics department of the sect, or sent out to Daqi to inspect the town, or withdrew from the sect and entered the earthly world. There are not many people who can really persevere.

The Men in Black are a group of people with deep obsessions and strange temperaments, but they are also a group of hardworking monsters.

They are old and have mediocre qualifications, but they have won too many young disciples in terms of fighting experience, Yuan Force mobilization, spell mastery, and so on.

At this time, the old man who was fighting against Li Mu was one of the notorious "black-clothed ghosts" in the Xuanming faction.

His lifespan was two hundred and eighty-two years old, this was the last sect competition he participated in, if he couldn't get the first two hundred, then he would never have a chance to enter the foundation building period and gain more lifespan.

The lifespan of a disciple in the Mortal Stage is three hundred years, which is just an approximate number, in fact, many people cannot live that long - this person has felt the approach of death in recent years, so this time, he can't be defeated in a big competition!

Most of the black-clothed ghosts are extremely withdrawn, and there is basically not much communication between the two of them who are black-clothed ghosts, let alone any communication with ordinary disciples.

Therefore, this old man had no understanding of Li Mu's achievements and reputation these days, and after he saw the sigil embroidered on Li Mu's chest, he chose to attack directly without hesitation.

The black-clothed ghosts have a lot of combat experience, and the last thing they are afraid of is the first-class enemy of the talisman. In addition, for the young man with the talent of runes, he also has some inexplicable hatred in his heart.

Most people with extreme personalities are like this, and they are naturally disgusted with people who have things they don't have. Among the ghosts in black, how many people are peaceful?

Li Mu actually sensed this person's breath in the distance early, but he didn't choose to make a sound, but made a passing appearance, and walked towards this person's hiding place seemingly without knowing it.

As he expected, this person was really waiting for the rabbit in that place, and directly chose to sneak attack him.

By any means, as long as he can win, the black-clothed ghost will never be afraid of infamy.

These days, there have been as many as eight disciples who have been defeated or even seriously injured by his sneak attack. He believed that Li Muhui was the ninth person to be defeated at his hands, and he was happy to see these high-ranking talismans being beaten to the ground by him, unconscious and vomiting blood, and their demeanor was completely lost.

But since Li Mu had already discovered his existence, how could he let him easily sneak attack?

In fact, when he approached the place where this person was hiding, Li Mu's hands were extremely hidden with several powerful spirit runes.

After these days of fighting, Li Mu is not without gains, at least now, he can roughly judge the strength of this person based on the aura on the enemy's body.

The aura fluctuation of this enemy hidden in the darkness was almost none, and Li Mu also relied on the powerful power of barbarian demon perception to clearly feel the existence of this person, and detected some other situations.

This person gave him a very strange feeling, so he was vigilant for twelve points, and immediately prepared five high-level spirit runes, ready to deal with this person's surprise attack.

And every demon element in his body was mobilized in case of accidents.

Three fireballs glowing crimson fell silently from the tree above Li Mu's head, if it weren't for his divine sense always outgoing and paying attention to the surrounding situation, he wouldn't have felt the existence of these three fireballs at all.

The spells released by low-level monks were able to not emit the slightest fluctuation of Yuan power, and from this point of view alone, this person's strength was enough to be called weird.

The moment these three fireballs fell on top of Li Mu's head, the two spirit runes in his hands were directly stimulated, turning into two blue light curtains, blocking them out.

When the fireball touched the water, it did not disperse, but rose upwards with great spirituality, and then turned to the side of Li Mu, where there was no water curtain to defend it, and wanted to attack him again.

At the same time, the black-clothed ghost in the tree no longer hid his body and jumped directly from it. In the process of jumping, a steady stream of fireballs were released from his hands. It's just that compared to the previous three fireballs, these ones are smaller, and the flames burning on them seem to be much weaker.

But each of these fireballs had the lethality of a sixth-grade upper-level spell! This old man released at least twenty fireballs in one go, just to make Li Mu, a young disciple, take care of himself and find it difficult to deal with.

But even so, he still didn't stop the movement of his hands, and in his hands, different lights lit up at the same time - this person actually released two different spells at the same time, and judging from the breath coming from them, the power of these two spells seemed to be not low!

All the spirit runes in Li Mu's hands were activated by him, turning into a heavy water curtain, sealing all the dead corners around him, and blocking those fireballs from the outside.

At this time, the power of the black-clothed ghosts' exquisite mastery of spells was unreservedly reflected - this old man was not only activating different spells with his hands, but he also had the power to control the fireballs that had been released by him!

More than twenty fireballs surrounded Li Mu's body, arranged in a very strange order, but they did not directly hit the obviously very solid water curtain.

There was a bit of contempt in the eyes of the old man in black, and in his hands, there were gold and red lights on the left and right, and in just a moment, these two rays of light **** came out and fell to the ...... Those fireballs floating around Li Mu's body.

More than twenty fireballs that were only the size of fists suddenly emitted a dense explosion sound the moment these two rays of light fell on them, and then turned into a fire in the sky in Li Mu's eyes.

A moment later, a large, glowing fire prison formed around the opening body, enveloping his body and the water curtains at the same time.

Above the fire prison, the three fireballs that were first released by the old man were like three small suns, exuding a blazing aura, constantly eroding the water curtain above Li Mu's head.

The old man in black sat down in front of the fire prison without saying a word, and after taking out a white pill from the storage bag and swallowing it, he closed his eyes and recovered in front of Li Mu.

Fang just released so many fireballs in one go, most of the Yuan Force in his body had been consumed, and he needed to replenish the Yuan Force for the time being.

Li Mu, who was in the trapped formation, saw that he released so many spell fireballs in one go, and finally created such a trapped formation, and his eyes were also a little surprised.

Seeing this person swaggering and sitting down to breathe again, his face showed a look of crying and laughing.

Although he hadn't tried the power of this trapped array yet, it must have been extremely difficult for a cultivator at the peak of mortal transformation. But the same criterion cannot be applied to him Li Mu.

Is it because after seeing this person's posture, Li Mu's heart gave birth to a strange feeling?

Could it be that all the black-clad ghosts are so confident?

He smiled faintly at the curtain of water, and then took out the red fire stick that had been placed in the storage bag.

The next moment, Li Mu removed the water curtain shield that surrounded him.

He stepped forward and swung a stick.

With this stick, Li Mu used all his strength.

The moment the water curtain of the fire prison disappeared beside Li Mu, it turned into a big mouth and devoured towards Li Mu.

The old man in black opened his eyes.

A loud bang was heard.

In an instant, the fire prison composed of more than twenty six-grade spells and two spells of unknown grade broke in response, turning into a brilliant golden light in the sky, and slowly disappeared.

Li Mu held a stick in his right hand and smashed it heavily on the top of the old man in black.

The figure of the old man in black disappeared and appeared three feet away from Li Mu's side.

Almost teleportation-like body movement-

Li Mu's eyes narrowed, and he turned to face him.

The old man in black had heavy sweat on his face, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the red fire stick in Li Mu's hand, and his eyes were full of incredulity.

The spell fire prison that he had spent decades and failed countless times to barely complete was broken so easily?

Such a spell prison must at least use an offensive four-grade spell, ten fifth-grade spells, and fifty sixth-grade spells to break it, how can it be broken by someone with a stick?

His heart was extremely shocked, and the eyes that looked at Li Mu had changed greatly, and there was no longer a trace of contempt, but with twelve points of fear.

From the moment the fire prison was broken, he knew that this competition would be difficult to win.

There is even a high probability that he will lose.

And at this time, the Yuan Force in his body had only recovered less than half. This is definitely not good news for a black-clothed ghost who mainly relies on spell attacks and has no magic weapons or spirit runes.

On the other hand, Li Mu smiled at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes showed a bit of fighting spirit.

Only this kind of black-clothed ghost with unfathomable strength could cause him some trouble, or even ...... Threat. (To be continued.) )