The red-clothed evil cultivator looked at the corpse of his opponent full of javelins, opened his mouth, and wanted to look up to the sky and smile, but his throat was hoarse, and he couldn't make a sound.

There were two crisp sounds, and the two bone swords fell to the ground, and the red-clothed evil cultivator who was seriously injured couldn't even control the magic weapon.

At this time, Xiao Ziyang, who was lying on the ground and pretending to be dead, fell into a difficult choice.

Do you want to escape, do you continue to play dead!......

If he escaped, his hiding place was exactly the innermost part of this platform, and even if he wanted to leave here with his body, he would have to count the breath time, and in this few breaths, the evil cultivator only needed to pop out a fire bomb to burn it into ashes.

To continue to pretend to be dead is to leave fate to luck, and you can only hope that the evil cultivator will forget about it, but this may not be big.

Well, he can only ...... Fight to the death!

Thinking of this, Xiao Ziyang's figure moved slightly, flying up like a leaf, he turned over and stood up, as soon as his toes landed, the person turned into a string of afterimages, like a butterfly wearing flowers into the demon crowd, quickly approaching the red-clothed evil cultivator.

After the red-clothed evil cultivator's soul was injured, he held on to the fierce battle for a long time, although he killed the opponent, it also made his soul hurt even more.

At this time, he retracted his soul and was about to take medicine to heal his wounds. Usually a circle of twenty-seven or eight zhang in circumference, at this time there were only less than ten zhang left, and when he found Xiao Ziyang, the opponent was only eight zhang away from him.

But the red-clothed evil cultivator did not show the slightest panic, a sneer appeared on his face, and he raised his hand and flicked it lightly.

Xiao Ziyang's eyes have been staring at the opponent's hands, at this moment of life and death, his heart has become extremely calm, all distractions have been eliminated by him, in his eyes, only the opponent's withered hand that was gently raised and curled his fingers.

At the moment when the opponent's fingers suddenly straightened and did not bounce, Xiao Ziyang's body moved, and he suddenly dodged to the side, and a blue-black spark like a meteor flew by his sleeve only three inches away from him.

The high temperature made his sleeves burn instantly, and the strong rotten poison on the blue and black sparks made the flesh on his arms suddenly wither and fester.

Xiao Ziyang didn't seem to be aware of all this.

Seven zhang, six zhang...... Sizhang ...... , one Mars, two Mars, three Mars...... Xiao Ziyang was in the crowd of demons, and with the help of the demons' block, he quickly approached.

Now is it......

Just when Xiao Ziyang broke into the distance of three zhang away from the opponent, he instantly pulled out the long knife behind his back, swept fiercely, and a clearly visible, sword qi with a red light came out, instantly swept over the opponent's neck, just like the head of the person just now, a thin head, with a look of disbelief and flew into the sky.

When he saw the terrifying evil cultivator's head flying, Xiao Ziyang's heart was relieved, and he suddenly woke up from that state of incomparably concentration, and a wave of extreme weakness hit his heart, and he knelt on the ground with a puff.

From the time he made his move to the time he killed the evil cultivator, it was only three or four breaths of effort, but at this time, he was sore, sweating and heavy clothes, and his internal strength was even more traceless, as if he had fought hundreds of rounds with others, and had squeezed out all his mental and physical strength.

Xiao Ziyang looked at the demons around him worriedly, and found that after they lost the control of the evil cultivators, they all stood in place with dull eyes, not moving.

Xiao Ziyang, who was relieved, was soft, and suddenly lay on the ground, unwilling to move even a finger.

He lay quietly on the ground for a full stick of incense before he endured the exhaustion and drowsiness of his body and mind, and struggled to get up from the ground. If he hadn't been worried about another monk, he would have liked to sleep here.

Xiao Ziyang staggered to the red-clothed evil cultivator, reached out and touched his waist, there was a small red cloth bag around his waist.

When the two of them were fighting just now, he found that as long as the two of them slapped the cloth bag hanging on their waists, the magic weapon would fly out.

Xiao Ziyang untied the cloth bag, looked left and right, the bag was the size of a palm, non-cloth and non-leather, soft and smooth to the touch, I don't know what it was sewn, gently pinched, it seemed to be empty. He reached out to open the mouth of the bag to take a look, but found that he couldn't pull it open no matter how hard he tried. He gradually increased his strength, and when he exerted enough force to tear the steel, the mouth of the bag remained tightly closed, and even the folds of the mouth of the bag did not change much.

He was both excited and a little disappointed, and muttered: "I'm afraid this is the legendary storage bag! ”

Xiao Ziyang stuffed the storage bag into his arms and walked towards a few magic weapons that had fallen on the ground. These six magic weapons were all several feet in size under the urging of the two monks when they were fighting just now, and with the rainbow light of the jet, they were enough. At this time, they fell to the ground and shrank to a few inches.

The two bone swords were only three inches in size at this time, like small toys made of two bones. The crimson flying sword has a long and narrow body, more than four inches long, and looks like a woman's hairpin. The bone shield and the gossip card were only three inches square at this time, and the relief on them was faint and exquisite. The spirit boat was shrunk to the size of four inches at this time, and it was also very beautiful.

Xiao Ziyang first stuffed the two shields and the spirit boat into his arms. The three flying swords were too sharp, but they were not easy to carry, he thought for a moment, picked up an iron rod used by demons from the ground, broke a section with force, inserted the three flying swords into the iron rod, tried it, it was very firm, and then stuffed the iron rod into his arms.

Xiao Ziyang came to the young Taoist's corpse again and took down his storage bag.

After putting away these treasures, Xiao Ziyang was going to leave, but after thinking about it, he searched in the cottage again. He was really a little curious, what was it that made this evil cultivator fall in love with this cottage.

He soon discovers the secret of the cult.

Just now, the evil cultivator summoned the demons to help, and the demons in the cottage gathered from all directions, and only some of them poured onto the stone platform, and most of the demons were still on the road when the evil cultivator was killed.

Xiao Ziyang followed the path with the most demons, and after walking a short distance, he found a weapon warehouse, in addition to some heavy blades, the warehouse was actually full of heavy iron javelins.

Xiao Ziyang thought about it and understood the reason, these demons were clumsy, they didn't know how to spell, and they couldn't fly, so they had almost no way to deal with the monks flying in the sky.

Equipping these powerful demons with javelins was almost the only way to make them pose a slight threat to the monks.

Outside this arsenal, there are two more roads with the most demons, one leading to the stone platform of the fighting method, and the other leading to the lower level of the mountain rift.

Xiao Ziyang followed the road to the lower part of the road, and after walking for a short time, he entered a cave that was almost perpendicular to the lower part of the cave, which was naturally formed, and after more than ten zhang down to the lower part of the cave, there were traces of artificial excavation.