The monk of the Eight Views Gate who spoke was standing not far from the second pillar, and along the way, he had been holding the hand of a female cultivator tightly, and the two of them were called brothers and sisters.

Bajingmen is a sect that has not risen for a long time in the eighteen kingdoms of Taixi, and it is also a sect with the fastest development momentum among the eighteen kingdoms of Taixi.

Xiao Ziyang admires this dynamic sect very much, and has mentioned several times that Erzhu naturally admires this sect.

Now seeing that this person is about to die generously, a trace of unbearability passes through his heart.

That Yuanying Cultivator of Chengtianmen didn't stop Chu Yuqiu from speaking, he just sneered and looked at everyone.

When many Taixi monks heard Chu Yuqiu's words, there was a commotion, but after a while, the commotion calmed down.

Monks are actually the most death-feared people in the world! They have powerful magic powers, long lives, and can easily get all kinds of enjoyment that mortals dare not imagine.

Someone once said that only the lower the quality of life, the easier it is to abandon life. Monks are undoubtedly the people with the highest quality of life in this world.

Most of these people, although they appear to be between thirty and fifty years old, have lived for more than two hundred years, and of course they cannot have the impulse of youth.

Therefore, under the watchful eye of the two Yuanying Monks and dozens of powerful Chengtianmen Jindan Monks, these people quickly retreated.

Even those who were standing closer to Chu Yuqiu quietly moved their feet, trying to stay away from him. Erzhu also took two steps back under the pull of Zhang Li and Murong Ling.

The most rear. In the crowd, a small area of very dazzling clearing appeared, and in the center of the clearing there was only Chu Yuqiu and his junior sister.

Chu Yuqiu glanced around lightly. There was no surprise on his face, as if the reaction of the crowd had been expected by him.

Chu Yuqiu glanced at the junior sister beside him again, and the junior sister's extremely firm eyes made him unable to say a word of persuasion.

He smiled and said, "It's okay, I don't worry about leaving you alone in this terrible place, you and I will go on the road together." There is also a response on Huangquan Road!"

As soon as the words fell, the two of them raised their hands at the same time, a red spirit blade. A red streamer of light struck towards the infant monk.

The Yuanying Monk didn't even blink his eyes when he looked at the two spells that rushed to his face. The two Jindan monks behind him raised their hands. A black shield stood in front of the infant monk. At the same time, one gold, one silver and two streamers shot towards Chu Yuqiu and the others.

The red spirit blade and the red streamer were mounted on the black shield, like an egg hitting a stone, and it exploded to pieces, but the black shield did not move.

Two streamers of gold and silver slashed across the necks of the two people like lightning, and the two heads flew up instantly, bright red blood. It erupted high and was instantly frozen into red ice beads by the cold wind. It hit the bodies of the monks around him.

Erzhu stared at the sky in a daze, letting these ruby-like blood ice beads hit his face.

When Erzhu was doing loose cultivation with the An sisters in Xiliang, he was bullied and troubled by those high-spirited monks of the Great Gate Sect, so he did not have much feeling about the destruction of the Eighteen Kingdoms of Taixi and many Great Gate Sects this time.

Along the way, those Chengtianmen monks, except for scolding from time to time, did not do anything excessive. He has always believed that the master will save him from the lure if he moves.

Therefore, he didn't have much hatred for those Chengtianmen monks, but he felt that he was very unlucky to be innocently involved in the battle between Chengtianmen and Taixi monks.

But at this time, looking at the red ice beads in the sky, Erzhu's heart suddenly swelled with a strong hatred for Chengtianmen!

The two headless corpses fell, and the two heads fell heavily at their feet, and everyone couldn't help but feel a little sad about the death of rabbits and foxes.

Glancing at the corpses of the two, the infant monk asked again, "Who else doesn't want to be a miner?"

This time, no one said anything, and everyone silently waited for his next step.

After waiting for a while, the Yuanying monk said, "Those who are willing to mine, go over there and get the magic weapon." He stretched out his hand and pointed to the group of Chengtianmen monks who had been waiting here for a long time.

Everyone looked at each other, and no one wanted to take the lead. After a moment of stalemate, a monk with a white beard and a very thin beard sighed and walked over first.

The leader of this group of Chengtianmen monks who had been waiting here for a long time was a very strange-looking Yuanying monk.

The man had green hair, green eyebrows, beard, and dark green eyes. This made his originally handsome appearance look indescribably weird.

The thin monk couldn't help but feel a tense in his heart when his green eyes swept away.

The green-haired monk waved his hand, and a Jindan monk walked out behind him, only to see him flip his hand, and a very clumsy flying sword magic weapon appeared in his hand.

This flying sword was more than three feet long, but it was half a foot wide, and the spine of the sword was also half an inch thick.

The Jindan monk waved his hand and threw the flying sword to the thin monk.

The thin monk took the flying sword, his consciousness swept away, and his face showed a hint of surprise.

He thought for a moment, and then a look of surprise appeared on his face again.

The thin monk sighed slightly, and was about to return, when suddenly, the green-haired monk stretched out his fingers, and a turquoise aura hit him. He looked at the green-haired monk in astonishment.

The green-haired monk spoke, "If we don't leave a mana mark on you, won't it be troublesome for you to hide in this mountain when the time comes." The man's voice was indescribably hoarse.

When the thin monk heard this, he closed his eyes for a moment, as if he was looking inward to check what was wrong with his body.

He opened his eyes, a suspicious look on his face, and didn't say anything more, intending to return to the crowd.

The green-haired monk said, "Those who have received the magic sword, go and wait over there." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pointed to a clearing more than thirty feet away from where Brother Taixi stood.

The thin monk did as he was told, and walked towards where he had pointed.

Someone took the lead, and everyone went to receive the spirit sword one after another, and the green-haired monk also popped out a little green aura towards everyone one by one.

Fortunately, everyone didn't think there was anything wrong with this green aura.

Soon it was Erzhu's turn, he took the heavy magic sword, and with a sweep of his senses, he immediately understood why the thin monk had such a strange expression just now.

The entire body of this magic sword is made of a spiritual material called tungsten iron stone.

Tungsten iron is extremely hard, comparable to a high-grade spiritual material, but no one has ever used it to make magic weapons.

Because this kind of spiritual material will greatly hinder the monk's divine consciousness, the magic weapons made with this kind of spiritual material are often very clumsy and cannot be manipulated dexterously, which is undoubtedly a fatal wound for the magic weapon.

If this spiritual material is combined with the corresponding magic circle, it can isolate the monk's divine mind detection, so it is mostly used to create boxes containing secret artifacts. Because it is not widely used, the price is relatively low.

The magic circle engraved on this magic sword is also very distinctive.

Inside the magic sword, the most important control circle for magic weapons, is very simple, but a kind of magic circle called the giant force array, which is specially used to increase the stabbing power of the flying sword, occupies more than half of the inscription position of the flying sword.

In addition, the remaining inscription slots are all magic circles that sturdy the body of the flying sword. As for the other magic circles that make the flying sword lighter and faster, there is not one.

This flying sword can't be used for fighting at all, and even the lowest-level magic weapon is stronger than it. It's better to say that it's a flying sword, but it's a flying shovel specifically used for mining.

Just as Erzhu was looking at the flying sword, the green-haired monk shot out a green aura and struck him in the chest.

Erzhu, who didn't care about this, felt that something seemed to have penetrated into his body from his chest. The feeling was fleeting, and he was momentarily suspicious.

He suppressed the suspicion in his heart, pretending to leave with the magic sword as if nothing had happened.

The green-haired monk looked at the back of Erzhu leaving, and a hint of doubt flashed across his face! But his attention was quickly drawn to the monk who had just arrived to receive the spirit sword.

When everyone received the magic sword, the green-haired monk said to everyone: "After receiving the magic sword, you can leave on your own, and you can come here on the fifteenth day of the first month of each month to pay the spirit stone in exchange for the antidote!"

Hearing this person say the word antidote, everyone was shocked.

The green-haired monk showed a hint of a sinister smile and said, "That's right, the antidote! The old man is the best at controlling the blue scale yin fire insects! When I left a tracking mark on you just now, I gave each of you a hundred and ten blue scale yin fire insects!"

When everyone heard the words of the Blue Scale Yin Firefly, except for a few people's faces that showed a confused look, most of the people's faces instantly turned pale.

Battles in the cultivation realm are very frequent and very cruel, so in order to improve their strength, the monks often do everything they can, some seek powerful magic weapons, some practice vicious spells, some capture and domesticate powerful demon beasts, and some domesticate some vicious demon insects.

Those monks who domesticated demon insects were called insect cultivators.

Most of the characteristics of demon insects are not large, their strength is not strong, they live in groups, and they are extremely numerous, which makes many individual monsters very powerful fearful.

The characteristics of insect cultivation are the same, relying on more is the victory! A insect cultivator who controls a large group of demon insects can often make monks who are much stronger than themselves flee.

But it is not easy to control a large number of demon insects. Demon insects, no matter how strong or weak they are, their intelligence is very low, and it is extremely difficult to control demon insects accurately.

Moreover, due to the low individual strength, most of the demon insects are very fragile in their bodies, and they are easy to die in large numbers in the fighting method, and it is not an easy thing to cultivate demon insects, which requires a lot of thought and energy.

Often, a demon insect that has spent several years or more than ten years of hard work in cultivating an insect cultivator, after a close battle, will die without a single one, and his strength will immediately plummet. It was at this time that many insect cultivators were killed by the enemy.

Because of these shortcomings, there are not many insect cultivators in the cultivation realm.

However, there are several legendary demon insects in the cultivation world that can overcome these shortcomings of insect cultivation.

The Emerald Shadow Firefly is one of them. (To be continued......)