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A thin line suddenly fell in front of Ling Sheng's eyes, crystal white.

Then, a spider hung down the silk thread, just in time for Ling Sheng's face.

This spider was like a bowl, with a black body and gold stripes, and stopped in front of Ling Sheng, opening its teeth and dancing its claws.

"Poisonous spiders?"

Ling Sheng held his breath and didn't move.

The poisonous spider is extremely poisonous, once it is stung, the toxin enters the body, and it only takes two breaths to die immediately. Although the true qi in the human body in the cultivation is enough to resist all kinds of poisons, this poisonous barbarian spider has a precedent of poisoning Yungang real people.

Ling Sheng was confident that he had the ability to outperform Yun Gang, but he did not have the physique of Yun Gang's real person, although he had true qi in his body, he had not condensed mana. Even if Yun Gang Zhenren suppressed it with mana, he had to die, and Ling Sheng had a royal qi cultivation, if he was really stung by a spider, it would be difficult for him to live.

Somehow, Ling Sheng suddenly laughed at himself, he had also fought with Xianxuan Zhenjun, and he had fought with Yun Gang Zhenren several times, causing the stratum to collapse, the trees to roll upside down, and in the end, he was actually stopped by a spider that was not bigger than a palm.

The platinum sword pill in his body rotated, and if he opened his mouth, he could spit out sword qi and kill this poisonous spider. However, the Xuan Zhenjun below is still there, once the sword qi is obtained, the traces will inevitably be revealed, and when the time comes, in the hands of the two Xuan Zhenjun, how to fight?

Ling Sheng knew that his sword aura was fierce and his fighting skills were powerful, but his ability to escape was still slightly inferior.

At this time, on the altar, the picture scroll is spread out, although it is only a foot long, but it is included in the Zhongtang Mountain, which is hundreds of miles in radius and 100,000 zhang in height, and the waves are magnificent.

**The teacher's eyes were transparent, looking up at the nine heavens, looking down at the ten places, looking in all directions, and then closing his eyes, but he didn't speak, just stretched out his hand.

A disciple stepped forward and offered a brush with both hands.

The pen and ink are made of cinnabar, and the lower pen is a little red.

**The division clicked three or four times in succession, and set a number of red dots on the picture scroll.

The purple-clothed evil monarch took a deep breath, and there were a few beads of sweat in his palms.

**The division pointed to three or four places, and then did not move, standing in place, and did not move for a long time.

The purple-clothed evil lord whispered, "Only these few places?"

Before the words fell, the ** division pointed three places again.

"There are seven in total. ”

**The teacher abandoned the brush, his speech was hoarse, he was old and inexplicable, and with a wave of his hand, he rolled up the drawing paper.

"Seven places?" Ling Sheng heard, his eyes condensed, and he looked at it from afar, but he saw that the picture scroll was all hazy and could not be snooped on.

At this time, because Ling Sheng restrained his breath, the black monkey mark was hidden, so that the poisonous spider could not sense the breath of the living, so it fell.

As soon as the poisonous spider left, Ling Sheng immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Boom!

The ** master on the altar suddenly exploded, flesh and blood flew, and a pair of pupils that condensed the eyes of hundreds of people turned into a circle, only turning in mid-air, and immediately dissipated.

** The teacher was attacked by witchcraft, and he couldn't resist it, and he died.

"Who?"

The purple-clothed evil monarch suddenly let out a voice and snorted.

As soon as the poisonous barbarian spider left, Ling Sheng breathed a sigh of relief, and was suddenly shocked by the purple-clothed evil monarch's low shout, and said secretly: "How did I expose my whereabouts?"

Above the terrain, a rock wall suddenly fell off, revealing a beautiful figure, white as snow, cold as frost, only had time to look down, and then fled in the clouds.

Coincidentally, this woman in white actually came in the direction of Ling Sheng.

It turned out that the woman in white had exposed her whereabouts, and she was revealed to be Xuan Zhenjunjue, not Ling Sheng. If the woman in white escaped, Ling Sheng's aura had not yet been revealed, and after hiding for a while, he could escape, but he didn't know that the woman in white was actually flying towards him.

Ling Sheng sighed, so he had to show up, and climbed the white cloud under the woman's seat with his open hand.

The woman in white thought that she was a disciple of the Evil Sect and was about to perform her Dao technique, but when she saw Ling Sheng's face, she couldn't help but be stunned.

Ling Sheng climbed onto the white clouds and fled with the woman in white.

"Go after it!"

The purple-clothed evil monarch said gloomily.

The yellow-robed true monarch snorted, and took the three Yungang elders to pursue.

The purple-clothed evil monarch looked up at the altar, and on his gloomy face, he showed a slight smile, and whispered, "It's finally done." ”

After that, the disciples saw this true monarch shake his body and disappear, and then he could only see his figure above the altar.

The purple-clothed Zhenjun went to the altar, bent down to pick up the scroll, his face was solemn, and he said to himself: "If you find the Great Dao Jindan, you will rely on this scroll." ”

The rest of the disciples didn't know what to do, but the disciple below who had followed Zhenjun for many years knew Zhenjun's skills very well, and he only needed to wave his hand to take the scroll and take it into his hand. However, Zhenjun actually came to the stage in person and bent down to pick it up, which shows solemn respect.

The disciple looked up, puzzled, and said in his heart: "What is the use of this picture scroll?"

"That's it!"

The purple-clothed evil monarch smiled: "Take the paper." ”

Hundreds of rubbing paper flew up to the altar one after another, and the sky was full of white drawing paper, like large snowflakes, which was very beautiful.

With a wave of his sleeves, the purple-clothed evil monarch swept away the lamps and candles, bloodstains, and the remnants of the ** master on the stage, all under the altar, making hundreds of pieces of paper spread down one by one.

In order to make this picture, it was not easy for everyone to see it. ”

The purple-clothed evil monarch said: "In order to defeat the Dark Cloud Tribe, my Soul Refining Sect did not hesitate to invite the Earth Immortal Ancestor, and finally made the Dark Cloud Tribe surrender and let its tribe's ** master be used by my Soul Refining Sect." This witchcraft is an ancient secret technique passed down by the ancestors, and it took more than 100 pairs of eyeballs to abandon the life of this ** master to achieve this volume. ”

"The rest of the True Monarchs have all made a movement to attract the Immortal Sect, and they have contributed a lot. ”

"It took a lot of effort to have this picture, do you know that it is not easy?"

All the disciples below said in unison: "Disciple knows!"

"If you know, you won't say much. The purple-clothed evil monarch shouted: "Each of them stepped forward, put the blood down and draw paper, one for each person, and then divide it after the rubbing." ”

All the disciples came to the stage according to their words, in an orderly manner, but in only half an hour, it was over.

"This painting paper is also an extraordinary thing, which is enough to make a magic weapon. Although it is not a magic weapon today, and there are other uses, but since it has dripped your blood, it is your magic weapon, and it will be used in the future. The purple-clothed evil monarch said: "All the disciples must know that once they meet a disciple of the Immortal Sect, and they are invincible, before they die, they must destroy the scroll with their thoughts, and they must not fall out, can you understand?"

"Understood!"

The purple-clothed evil monarch nodded, very satisfied, and shook the scroll in his hand, revealing a picture scroll, magnificent, with splendid mountains and rivers, and a total of seven red dots on it.

The dignified Xuan Zhenjun, just a thought, made hundreds of pieces of paper on the stage, all printed with patterns, and the picture scroll in his own hand is the same.

With a wave of his hand, the purple-clothed evil monarch rolled up hundreds of pieces of paper out of thin air, each falling into the hands of the disciple to whom he belonged.

"Go your own way. ”

The disciples took the order and left.

The purple-clothed evil monarch looked at the scroll, looked at it carefully, frowned, and said to himself: "Seven regions, all at the bottom?"