After the second volume, Xiao Ziyang is about to enter the Immortal Cultivation Sect and start a new journey. 3,000 words of chapters for collection!!

Xiao Ziyang looked at the three corpses in front of him, and his whole body softened. But he didn't stop to rest. Instead, they quickly collected the three people's magic weapons and storage bags together.

He emptied the contents of the trio's storage bag.

The storage bags of these three people were much larger than the two storage bags in Xiao Ziyang's hands that they had obtained in Motianling. Among them, Xie Zhiyuan is the smallest, and there is also a square space. Zhang Hexuan and the handsome monk's storage bags both have a three-zhang square space.

Although the three-person storage bag is large, there are not many things inside. It adds up to a total of thirty or forty pieces. Some Xiao Ziyang knows, and some don't. However, Xiao Ziyang did not carefully distinguish these things. Rather, he carefully swept over these things one by one with his divine thoughts.

Behind this Zhang Hexuan, there is an elder brother in the foundation building period, and this person should be cultivating in Kowloon City for eight achievements.

Xiao Ziyang guessed that among these things there must be a tracking circle left by Zhang Hexuan's brother.

While carefully probing these magic weapons and spiritual materials with his divine thoughts, he urged his spiritual eyes to stare closely in the direction of Kowloon City.

Artifacts such as "life lamps" are not too rare. Zhang Herong will set one for his younger brother. If this is the case, Zhang Hexuan will die, the life light will be extinguished, and Zhang Herong should probably be on the way at this time.

Xiao Ziyang was only a hundred miles away from Kowloon City at this time. With the speed of the monks in the foundation building period, it will not take much time to arrive.

Xiao Ziyang quickly found something that was attached to the tracking spell, and there were more than one. The handsome monk's storage bag also had a magic weapon with a tracking spell attached to it.

These two things, one is a ring in Zhang Hexuan's storage bag. The ring is inlaid with a small gemstone, the gem contains a strong earth aura, the volume of less than one-tenth of the spirit stone of the gem, the earth aura contained in it is actually a high-grade earth spirit stone.

This small ring turned out to be a high-grade magic weapon. Xiao Ziyang, who was going to throw it away, immediately changed his mind.

The other, with a tracking spell attached, belonged to the handsome monk. It is also a high-grade magic weapon of the ring type. Xiao Ziyang was naturally reluctant to throw it away.

Xiao Ziyang put the two magic weapons aside and put the other items into the storage bag haphazardly. Slipped the three storage bags into your arms. Pick up the two magic weapons and hold them in your hands. Turn around and jump on the spirit sword.

He used the purple jade mana to wrap the two magic weapons that had been cast with tracking spells, and quickly devoured the tracking spells in them, while his eyes spewed purple light, staring nervously in the direction of Kowloon City.

When Xiao Ziyang consumed most of the tracking spell, a mana aura rose from the direction of Kowloon City and rushed straight towards the direction where he was. The mana aura was condensed like substance, and it was clearly emitted by a foundation-building monk.

Xiao Ziyang stood on top of the spirit sword, not moving at all. When that spiritual light was still more than ten miles away from Xiao Ziyang, Xiao Ziyang finally wiped out the tracking spells attached to the two magic weapons.

At this time, Xiao Ziyang could already see the man's angry face clearly, and he showed a provocative sneer at the man.

Xiao Ziyang smashed a magic duel into the spirit sword at his feet.

The spirit sword trembled and suddenly disintegrated. It turned into an extremely rich purple light, enveloping Xiao Ziyang.

In the incredible gaze of the monk who rushed over, this purple light wrapped Xiao Ziyang and disappeared into a valley in the blink of an eye at a speed that was indistinguishable to the naked eye.

After a few breaths, Xiao Ziyang appeared in the depths of the valley fifty miles away.

The spirit sword is gone. A faint purple light on his body wrapped around him and slowly landed on the ground.

As soon as his feet stuck to the ground, Xiao Ziyang rushed out.

He found a mess in the valley, lifted a 10,000-pound boulder, and threw the three storage bags he had just arrived, as well as the two magic weapons that he had used to track the spell, into the pit under the boulder. He put the boulder back in its place.

Then, Xiao Ziyang set up a small magic circle on the boulder and a small stone under the boulder.

These two magic circles can cover the aura of the treasures under the boulder, and the other can let Xiao Ziyang know if anyone has touched the things under the stone.

To take out what is under the boulder, you must move the boulder. And once the boulder is separated from the small stone, the two formations set up by Xiao Ziyang will be stimulated.

Therefore, as long as someone has touched this boulder, it is difficult to hide it from him. Since the circle is set up by a rare chaotic mana, the circle itself has a concealing effect. It is very difficult for ordinary monks to find out.

It took dozens of breaths to do all this well. Xiao Ziyang turned around and ran towards the woods, and at the same time cast an invisible escape spell and disappeared into the dense forest.

After Xiao Ziyang left, it was only a hundred and ten breaths. A ray of light whistled over the valley. A divine thought enveloped the radius of Rich, sweeping through the valley.

At this time, Xiao Ziyang, who was flying like a flyer in the mountains and forests, was out of the scope of this divine thought, but it was only a few miles.

Xiao Ziyang stopped his figure and watched the light go away. He thought for a moment, then turned around and swept forward along the valley swept by the monk's thoughts.

A moment later, the light returned. Along the hill on the side of the valley, he passed by Xiao Ziyang.

The light moved forward, sometimes back, searching repeatedly in the nearby mountains and forests. But it was getting farther and farther away from the valley where Xiao Ziyang was advancing.

After fleeing for dozens of miles, Xiao Ziyang was afraid that the man would wake up. Leaving the valley and burrowing into the forest beside him again.

After Xiao Ziyang left the valley, it was just a stick of incense. The man rode the light and came again to the top of the valley.

Looking at the light that was whistling by him only three or four miles away, Xiao Ziyang's heart almost jumped out of his throat.

When the light disappeared into the distance, Xiao Ziyang returned to the valley again.

Zhang Herong tossed around in this area until dark. But he never returned to the valley.

Three days later, Xiao Ziyang, who was traveling day and night, was nearly a thousand miles away from Kowloon City.

At this time, he was in a very deep cave. This cave was formed by countless years of erosion by underground rivers and is hidden deep underground. Xiao Ziyang's hiding place was miles away from the ground.

With this thick earth and stone separation, even Jindan monks don't want to discover him hidden deep underground with their divine thoughts.

Xiao Ziyang stayed here to recondense the spirit sword. Otherwise, it would be too slow to travel on both legs.

Fifteen days later, Xiao Ziyang successfully condensed the spirit sword again.

Out of the cave, Xiao Ziyang did not control the spirit sword and left. On the contrary, after using the invisible escape method to hide his body, he followed the original path and ran towards Kowloon City.

During the year he spent in Kowloon City, Xiao Ziyang had a detailed understanding of the value of various magic weapons. The price of low-grade magic weapons is generally between a few dozen and seven or eight hundred spirit stones. Attack weapons are cheaper, flying weapons are slightly more expensive, and protective weapons are the most expensive. Some low-grade magic weapons with special functions can even break through thousands of spirit stones.

Medium-grade magic weapons are generally worth between one thousand and seven or eight thousand spirit stones. And some of the best of them, the price will exceed 10,000 low-grade stones.

The price of high-grade magic weapons is ten times that of medium-grade magic weapons.

Some special high-grade magic weapons, such as the double-headed sword used by the handsome monk, and the building boat controlled by Zhang Hexuan. The value is more than 100,000 spirit stones.

The boat was not actually owned by Zhang Hexuan, but his brother Zhang Herong's beloved magic weapon.

Think about it, Zhang Hexuan and the three of them that day, there were as many as six high-grade magic weapons just taken out and used. Xiao Ziyang found three more pieces in the search for the three-person storage bag.

The value of some magic weapons is no less than four or five hundred thousand lower grade spirit stones, if you add other miscellaneous items in the storage bags of several people, according to Xiao Ziyang's rough estimate, their total value should be around six hundred thousand lower grade spirit stones. This is simply an irresistible temptation for Xiao Ziyang.

Compared with the upper, middle and lower three-grade magic vessels, although precious, they are always visible. The best magic weapon belongs to the legendary thing. Xiao Ziyang has never seen a single one of the major shops in Kowloon City. However, it is said that there are a few superb magic weapons in the Nine Dragons Pavilion that are the treasures of the town pavilion.

The power of the legendary top-notch magic weapon is even close to that of a magic weapon.

The magic weapon relies on spirit stones for urging. The lower, middle and upper grade magic weapons should be driven by the lower, middle and upper grade spirit stones. And the best magic weapon is said to rely on the spirit jade of a higher level than the spirit stone.

There was a tenfold difference in value between the upper, middle and lower grade spirit stones. However, one low-grade spirit jade has to be exchanged for a hundred high-grade spirit stones.

Think about it, just a spirit jade used to urge it will cost 10,000 spirit stones, and the best magic weapon is worth a lot. How terrifying is its power?

This made Xiao Ziyang look forward to the desperate tricks of the spirit sword equivalent to the power of the best magic weapon, and that day he was a little eager to try when he faced Zhang Herong who was chasing and killing. But reason eventually made him choose to escape.

He hadn't tried this trick, and he didn't know how powerful it was.

Moreover, not to mention whether this trick can kill Zhang Herong. Even if you can kill him. Xiao Ziyang immediately lost the ability to fly, and could only escape with his legs, if there were other accomplices behind Zhang Herong. He must not be able to escape.

Five days later, Xiao Ziyang finally cautiously approached the valley where he had buried the three's storage bag that day.

He chose a col where he could see the burial site, but it was not particularly conspicuous, and hid and observed the valley.

Xiao Ziyang's collection is three days. He had to be careful. If he is found this time. Even if there is a life-saving escape method of the spirit sword. I'm afraid I can't escape the palms of the prepared foundation building monks.

After observing the vicinity for three days without finding anything special, Xiao Ziyang left the hiding place and went to the valley.

He cautiously approached the treasure spot, the circle he had set up was not destroyed, but he still carefully observed the grass and trees around him.

But in the end, it turned out that he was overthinking.

Xiao Ziyang got the thing very smoothly.

It wasn't until he had dived hundreds of miles away from that valley that the tense god-level relaxed slightly.

Sneak forward for a distance until it gets completely dark. He released the spirit sword, took advantage of the night, clinging to the hillside and valley, and quickly flew away.