Xu Jin has been flying for several days.

Undoubtedly, Xu Jin was full of expectations for this demon spirit space that suddenly appeared. Old Man Tianchuan, Elder Hui and others all said that in this ruined demon spirit space left over from ancient times, although there are many crises, there are also many opportunities. Even top masters such as Deng Song, the old man surnamed Yang and the Nine Shadows couldn't wait to rush over, which shows that no one is willing to let go of such an opportunity easily.

Unlike other monks who were in groups, Xu Jin acted alone.

The Nine Shadows Sect is a group of fellow disciples, and the one who really cares about Xu Jin is probably his master Yang Tianhong alone, and the others are just general friends. Xu Jin doesn't think it's a good thing to get a lot of people together.

Especially when a group of monks with different intentions got together, it was even more difficult to achieve more than enough.

Xu Jin is just an early stage cultivator who has just advanced for several years, and with such a cultivation, the idea of going to the demon spirit space and hitting the great luck is obvious. It is estimated that at this moment, almost all the monks in the nearby Gathering Stage and even the Distraction Stage have rushed to the Demon Spirit Space. As for the Soul Condensation Stage cultivators, their cultivation is too low, and they won't have any chance at all. Soul cultivation monks are also not uncommon. It can be said that among the monks who went to the demon spirit space to "hit the big luck", Xu Jin's early cultivation of soul training was completely at the bottom.

So Xu Jin did not hesitate to refuse Tan Qingyun's invitation. He didn't want to go with other high-ranking monks and serve as cannon fodder.

The demon space is endless, and huge mountains and endless forests seem to be not far away.

However, Xu Jin flew for a few days, and the seemingly boundless demon spirit space still quietly stopped not far away. Xu Jin could even see the clouds and mist swirling in the mountains and forests, but he just couldn't get close.

Staring forward, the demon space is close at hand. Occasionally looking down, the ground is still black with mountains and grass.

The demon space is within reach, but it is always out of reach.

Within a few days, there were more and more Netherworld monks gathered from all directions. Looking at the costumes, most of them are monks from the six major sects near the left of the Xuanyin Land, but there are not a few monks who can't distinguish their identities from their clothes.

The six major sects near the land of Xuanyin belong to a relatively special situation, in order to compete for the spirit mine, they fight with each other endlessly, and it is even very tragic. But for the Xiuzhen sects in other places, these six major sects are united again. If there are other sects that want to come over and get a piece of the pie, the six major sects will not hesitate to join hands and unanimously open up to the outside world.

It's quite a bit of a "fertilizer and water don't flow into outsiders' fields".

In detail, the six major sects in the land of Xuanyin are not of the same origin. The Yin Feng Sect belongs to the Desheng Underworld, and the Black Mountain Sect belongs to the Huangyan Underworld, and the other four sects have no origin. But for the sake of their own interests, several major sects are very consciously unanimous with the outside world.

Now that the demon spirit space is prominent, the monks who have been attracted are naturally more than the disciples of the six major sects.

Most of the monks gathered were cultivators in the soul training stage, and there were only a few strong players in the body gathering stage. Obviously, the powerful people of various sects and factions have already taken the lead.

But I don't know where they are now, whether they have entered the demon spirit space.

Seeing that there were more and more monks gathered, Xu Jin slowed down his speed slightly, and deliberately distanced himself from the other monks.

"Master, this is really strange, why can't you get close to it when you're old?"

Not far away, a man's anxious voice was heard.

Xu Jin followed the prestige, but it was the three monks hundreds of zhang away on the right who were talking.

Judging from their clothing, these three monks were not disciples of the six major sects in the land of Xuanyin, and the black mist was rolling all over them, revealing a violent aura in the cold, and they seemed to be cultivating very domineering exercises.

The first person, about forty years old, had strong fluctuations in spiritual power, and it seemed that he had reached the cultivation level of the gathering stage. The other two are in the realm of the early stage of soul training.

The man who was asking loudly was a man in his twenties, and his expression was obviously a little uncontrollable.

The monk frowned slightly, but did not answer.

Another female cultivator in her twenties said, "Master, do you think this is an illusion?"

"Illusion, how is it possible? With such a large space, who can use illusion to conjure?"

The young man immediately shook his head in denial.

"If it's not illusion, why can't we touch it after we've been flying for three days and three nights?"

Although the nun was refuting the young man's words, her eyes were always on the monk of the Gathering Period, hoping to get some kind of answer from him.

The Gathering Stage Monk stared at the mountain range in front of him, frowning, and seemed to be deaf to the two disciples' answers. Seeing the Master's appearance, the young man and the female cultivator closed their mouths, not daring to disturb.

"Hurry!"

The Gathering Stage Monk pondered for a moment, and suddenly a soft snort came out of his mouth, and a dazzling sword light rose from the sleeve of his robe and slashed forward as fast as lightning.

All the monks nearby held their breath and stared at the sword light.

In fact, some people have long wanted to make such an attempt, but this demon spirit space is too strange, and no one dares to do it easily. Now that this Gathering Stage monk has taken action himself, everyone wants to see what the result will be.

The sword light flew straight forward, and soon disappeared into the distance, never to be seen again.

The mountains and forests in front of them are still shrouded in white mist, and there is no abnormality.

The two disciples of the Gathering Stage Cultivator looked at the mountains in front of them and at the Master, their expressions even more nervous.

I saw that the monk of the Gathering Stage had a calm expression on his face, his right hand pinched the formula, and his mouth was still reciting the formula, and he didn't seem to have lost contact with the flying sword.

After a while, all the monks looked surprised.

The speed of the flying sword is well known to the monks. In an instant, it was hundreds of feet away. Now this flying sword has already flown half a cup of tea, and it has long since disappeared into the mountains, and it still seems that it has not hit any target, as if it is really just a mirage in front of it. How can it not make people's hearts feel strange?

Suddenly, the Gathering Stage Monk was shaken, his body staggered in the clouds, almost unstable, and a "muffled snort" came out of his mouth.

"Master, what's wrong?"

The nun asked hurriedly, and naturally reached out to support the master.

"Nothing...... The flying sword of the division ruined the ......"

After a while, the Gathering Stage Monk stood firm, his face returned to normal, and he snorted coldly and said.

"Huh?"

The young man in his twenties was taken aback.

"Master's magic weapon was actually destroyed......? This is one of Master's natal magic weapons......"

The Gathering Stage Monk glared at him, his expression very displeased.

The young monk was startled, and hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to speak.

The nun plucked up her courage and asked, "Master, what about ...... What are we going to do?"

The monk frowned, and said, "As a teacher, I just can't sense the breath of the magic weapon, whether it has been destroyed or not, it's hard to say now......

The other monks looked at each other.

This Gathering Stage Monk is already the highest cultivator among all the people present, he released the natal magic weapon, but he still can't get to the bottom of the details, and even lost the magic weapon, this demon spirit space, it is really weird.

Seeing that the demon spirit space was close at hand, they were never allowed to enter the door, and everyone was really depressed in their hearts.

Just when everyone was at a loss, the demon spirit space, which had seemed to be stationary all along, suddenly vibrated slightly, like water waves, shaking in circles, constantly rippling outward, and the viscous sea of white mist seemed to be gradually expanding.

"Moved, moved......"

All the monks screamed, staring at the sea of white mist that was expanding outward, and their faces were filled with excitement and fear.

Xu Jin's face was as usual, the nine secret secrets in his body were slightly running, and under the black mist rolling all over his body, a faint pale gold color was revealed.

Between the white mist, I don't know what is weird, but it is better to run the jade iron body and take precautions.

Not long after Xu Jin stepped into the soul training period, he withstood the attack of the Pure Yang Realm magic weapon with his jade iron body in Longyuan Valley, and his confidence in the jade iron body increased greatly. In the past few years, he has refined hundreds of Golden Marrow Pills, and his own mana is also more abundant, although it is still far from the completion of the jade iron body, but the power of this exercise has increased a lot. It is used to protect oneself in times of emergency, which is the right magic power.

Suddenly, a flash of light flashed between the white mist, and a dazzling sword light slashed straight towards the Gathering Stage Cultivator.

Xu Jin could see that it was the flying sword that the Gathering Stage cultivator had released not long ago.

"Master, beware ......"

The young nun hurriedly shouted.

If it was other monks who drove the flying sword to attack, the monks of the Gathering Stage naturally did not dare to be careless. What is flying over right now is his natal magic weapon, but he is not surprised or happy, he has words in his mouth, raises his right hand, and makes a move towards the flying sword...... But the next moment, the face of the Gathering Stage monk changed abruptly.

The flying sword didn't respond to his summons, and slashed at his face like lightning.

Caught off guard at this moment, the Gathering Stage Monk was slightly stunned, and the flying sword had already slashed in front of him.

Fortunately, the supernatural powers of the monk of the Gathering Period are also extraordinary, at this moment, he suddenly shouted, and a small orange-red shield suddenly spit out from his mouth, dripping and turning, and the brilliance was about to be amplified in the wind. However, the flying sword came too fast, and the orange-red shield didn't have time to enlarge, and the flying sword had already slashed at the small shield.

"Ding" a crisp sound!

The Gathering Stage Monk snorted, and the black mist rolled under his feet, flying backwards for more than ten zhang before he barely stood up. The shield was even more radiant, and then it became dull and crumbling, as if the blow of the flying sword just now had exhausted its power.

Looking at the flying sword again, it was also radiant on the surface, and then with a wail, it broke into two pieces and fell to the ground.

The monk of the Gathering Stage snorted coldly, flicked the sleeves of his robe, and rolled back the two short swords.

I saw that the two short swords had lost any luster, and became like mortal iron, without the slightest spiritual surname.

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