At this time, the three of Sun Lei, who had just escaped from the predicament, had only seventy percent of their mana left, and they walked to Wang Xian tiredly, and at the same time bowed and said, "Thank you for your help." ”

Wang Xian also hurriedly returned the salute and said, "Senior brother, senior brothers, don't be polite. Between the same door, they happened to meet, and they should help each other. This canyon is often passed by, and even if I don't meet it, sooner or later someone will pass by and lend a hand. This time, it mainly relied on a few people to attack more and resist for a long time to defeat the monks of the Wild Sand Valley. ”

Wang Xian didn't want to get carried away because he had saved them, so he still honored Sun Lei as his senior brother, and downplayed his own merits, and still showed respect to the three of them. The three of them understood and knew that Wang Xian also wanted to cover up the matter, so they didn't mention it again.

In the past, they were quite disdainful of Wang Xian's cultivation as low and strong in talismans. Now that he has benefited from it, Wang Xian really has a life-saving grace for them, but he does not take credit, so that the three arrogant people are quite useful.

The three of them really saw it this time, Wang Xian also practiced Huatian Gong and Huatian swordsmanship, and his own strength was not weak, if it wasn't for him this time, most of the three of them would not last long and would die here. At this time, Huang Jie and Dai Haijun's eyes flashed with a hint of thoughtful admiration.

Sun Lei handed all the five storage bags that the three of them had won to Wang Xian, Wang Xian hurriedly waved his hand and refused, and said: "Senior brother, this time all the disciples of my South China Peak worked together to kill the disciples of the Crazy Sand Valley. Or, the younger brother proposes that the spiritual objects of these five people be divided equally?"

According to the rules of the cultivation realm, these five storage bags were naturally owned by Wang Xian, and relying on Wang Xian's strength alone, it was enough to kill seven people, and the other three were only rescued by Wang Xian. But Wang Xian didn't want to do this, in order not to lose money, the enemy's most valuable middle-level mystic weapon, the golden sand bowl, and the storage bag of the formation master, had been taken by himself, and the harvest was not small, he knew enough.

Sun Lei saw that Wang Xian insisted, so he didn't say any more, and poured out five bags of spiritual objects, there were actually seven phoenix tail ferns in the northwest and underground, ten Huilong grass growing on the ground in the north, eight white monkey mushrooms growing underground in the south, and five low-grade mystical golden sand stones, and the middle and lower grade spirit stones were worth more than seven million yuan.

The crowd was also amazed at the abundance of these people's harvest, and they understood that these five people must have robbed the passing monks and distributed a lot of spiritual grass. Otherwise, it would be basically impossible to collect more than three kinds of spirit grass just by walking.

Of the twenty-five spiritual grasses, Wang first divided seven white monkey mushrooms, only one Jinsha stone, and Sun Leiduo asked for one Jinsha stone. Wang Xian and Sun Lei took out the spirit stones, and each made up for one spirit grass for more than one person according to the value, and one golden sand stone for one person, and then divided all the spirit stones equally among the five people.

Wang first sent the three of them to the outside of the Sancai formation, and the three of them saw the white fog in front of the canyon blocking the way, and they had already thought that it was Wang Xian who broke the formation with the formation and was able to defeat the formation master. They knew that this was a mid-level forbidden array, and they couldn't help but admire Wang Xian's treasures.

Seeing that the three of them left the Sancai Formation and hurried forward, Wang Xian rested for a while, returned to the three formations, removed the formation, and put away the things that were arranged in the formation.

Wang Xian remembered that at the mouth of the canyon, there was a golden sand phantom array, so he opened the storage bag of the array master, took out the jade slip, and checked it with his divine sense. Sure enough, among them, there is an article "Jinsha Formation". Wang Xian drove Peng to the entrance of the canyon, and according to the instructions of the Jinsha formation, he put away the array and array flags used for the formation.

Wang Xian didn't carefully count the storage bags of the array master and the other person, but only took out the spirit flowers and spirit grasses in them, and the two of them left a total of thirteen spirit grasses, six white monkey mushrooms, four phoenix ferns, and three Huilong grasses. Wang Xian gathered the five-flavor spirit flower and spirit grass he had won into a storage bag, and without further delay, he continued to fly forward.

Ten days later, at the end of the day, the king hovered over the treetops in the south, not far from the gate of the array, above the sinkhole ground. It is less than a hundred miles away from the formation gate, and there are still a few hours before whirlpool clouds appear in the sky, and then you can rush to the formation gate within three hours, and the time is still early.

On the way to the south, he met two groups of Fengling monks who were traveling on cranes. When he noticed it, he immediately flew away, not wanting to entangle him more. He knew that the more the last day, the more likely it was to change.

From the robbery in the Wild Sand Valley, he tasted the sweetness, so he changed his plan to search underground in the south on the last day, and instead searched in the air within a radius of two or three hundred miles near the Jinmen to see if he could find a fight and seize the treasure, so as to take advantage of the opportunity.

Within a few hours, Wang Xian had discovered the three fights, but they were all battles between first-class sects. The two sides of the fight are enemies who meet each other, and they just grab the treasure by the way. Taking advantage of the fact that they were exhausted from the fight and had damage to each other, Wang first put on an extra student robe in the air, and then cast a disguise trick, and fell straight down, and the talisman was cast in succession, taking the chestnut in the fire.

Wang Xian successively defeated ** monks, did not take his surname, and snatched ** storage bags. The spiritual objects in the bag, combined, are only four spiritual grasses, hundreds of thousands of spirit stones, a low-level mystical sword, and some low-value spiritual weapons.

The only thing that is gratifying is that the four spirit grasses that were snatched this time are one of the five-flavored spirit grasses that the Northeast Minister has underground, ambergris. In this way, in Wang Xian's hands, he collected the five main medicines needed for Zhuji Dandan, thirteen white monkey mushrooms, four ambergris mosses, eleven huilong grasses, twelve phoenix ferns, and seven purple epiphyllums.

Wang Xian also found a lot of monks from the Seven Great Sects, and they were rushing back one after another. Two groups of monks from the inner gate of the Huatian Sect were also discovered, one group of three people and a group of five people.

Suddenly, there was a burst of abnormal spiritual power fluctuations in the sky, and Wang Xian looked up, only to see that there was indeed a huge whirlpool cloud, suspended above the sinkhole, slowly spinning. This is the result of the cold wind blowing from the plateau, which is gradually weakening, and the black fog that is counterattacking is gradually strengthening, and the two sides are fighting each other.

The king knew that within three hours, he must rush to the gate of the array. The upper edge of the sinkhole is forbidden to the air, and Wang Xian can only fly in the air inside the pit. Wang first began to search for the monks of the sect. Soon, Wang Xian really found a group of four Huatian Sect monks, who were just disciples of other peaks in the outer gate.

The king first lowered two miles behind them, lowered to the ground, and then released his spiritual power, and chased straight after them, and soon caught up with them. The four monks, when the little junior sister led the team down the cliff, saw Wang Xian and knew that they were the lone monks of the sect. Although it was a little strange, he didn't ask much, so he let him go along. In less than two hours, the group was back near the gate.

Wang Xian's group quickly found the other monks of the sect near the formation gate. The little sister had arrived, still wearing her cloak, and stood alone on the edge of the cliff, looking at the whirlpool clouds, with her back to the other monks who were half-surrounding her.

The inner monks also came back twice, including Xu Hongbo, a total of nine people who have returned. Sun Lei and the three of them have arrived, Wang Xian nodded with them, Hua Tianzong has so far, a total of seventeen people have returned, and eight people have not returned.

Wang Xian looked around, and when he saw Lan Xin at the [***] door, a trace of imperceptible relief flashed in his eyes. Lan Xin had already seen him and was smiling at him. Several of his fellow disciples who caught Wang Xian with Lan Xin were also looking at him ambiguously. Wang Xian wanted to pretend to have amnesia, but he didn't have any unusual expressions, so he immediately glanced at the other monks one by one, and his eyes swept around.

Wang Xian found that when he returned to the vicinity of the formation gate, the monks who were about to go out of the formation were only half of what they had come in, about one hundred and fifty people. Wang first thought that it might be because the hour had not yet come.

Nearly an hour later, more than twenty people came back one after another near the array gate, including a disciple from the inner gate of Huatian Sect. He was badly wounded, pale, and had lost a lot of blood. When he struggled to reach a distance of more than ten miles from the Formation Gate, he was rescued by several other disciples of the Yasheng Gate who passed by and helped him up the cliff.

In the past few hours, at the bottom of the cliff for more than ten miles near the formation gate, there will be fluctuations in the spiritual power of the monks returning from time to time, and no one dares to do anything at the bottom of the cliff, so as not to cause trouble, and the disciples of the Yasheng Gate have made a favor.

The rescued inner disciple had blood on his arms and bandaged himself simply. The little junior sister commanded the other inner disciples, helped him over, and used the stone slab and healing medicine she brought with her to re-bandage his broken arm.

With a sad face, he recounted. He and several inner monks in the same group were chased and killed by more than a dozen fourth-level demon beasts, trapped in an unexplored tunnel, and got lost. Several people scattered and fled, and he was bitten off by a demon beast before rushing out to kill.

When everyone heard this, their hearts were a little heavy, and there were still seven people who had not yet walked out of the trial ground, and it seemed that they had died here. However, compared to other sects, Huatian Sect's losses are relatively small.