The speed of the Great Luo Demon Ship was extremely fast, but in just half an hour, it had already entered the Great Luo Mountain Gate.

As soon as the shield on the giant ship was lifted, the monks flew away in the direction of Qingluo Mountain. But there was only one nun who was different and flew away in the direction of the deacon's main hall.

Although they have returned to the mountain gate, the distance between each monk is at least more than 100 zhang, and the slightest close will attract hostility.

Wang Biling's six accomplices looked at Murong Ling's figure flying away in the direction of the deacon's main hall, and their faces turned pale one by one.

Xiao Ziyang glanced at Murong Ling's back, and then followed behind everyone casually, flying towards Qingluo Mountain.

Baodan Hall is very recognizable, it is the largest independent hall on Qingluo Mountain. Outside the main gate of the hall, there is a table by the door on the right, and behind the table sit two monks from the foundation period.

On the left side of the gate, there stood three monks, one of whom was an old man in red with a childish face and crane hair and a white beard. Behind the old man, two monks who Xiao Ziyang was very familiar with bowed and stood. One is Archdeacon Xue of the Daluoshan Archdeacon Hall, and the other is the law enforcement elder in the Archdeacon Hall.

Judging from the respectful attitude of Archdeacon Xue and the Law Enforcement Elder, as well as the spiritual pressure that faintly emanated from the old man in red that made Xiao Ziyang's heart tremble, there was no doubt that this person must be a Jindan Elder.

Even with Elder Jin Dan in charge, everyone didn't dare to hand over their backs to their fellow disciples. The monks who should have lined up in a line were scattered and scattered, standing in the square in front of the Baodan Hall.

These monks have been able to cultivate to the current realm, and all of them have excellent patience, but no one is fighting for them.

The monks came to the door of the temple one by one, handed their red life cards to the two Zhuji monks behind the table, and showed their Daluo identity tokens, checked their identities, and entered the Baodan Hall.

Half an hour later, Xiao Ziyang saw that dozens of monks had already received the Tsukidan, and felt that at this time, he would go in and take ten Tsukidan at a time, and it should no longer be conspicuous. Just as he was about to step forward, a distant light suddenly attracted his idea.

At the entrance of the main hall, as soon as the light was closed, a middle-aged monk wearing a law enforcement monk's robe and a solemn face showed his figure.

He bowed to the Jindan monk first, then walked behind the law enforcement elder and reported something to him softly.

Listening to his report, the law enforcement elder's face turned black, and he became even more like the bottom of a pot.

After listening to the report, the law enforcement elder gently explained a few words in Elder Jindan's ear, and after he nodded, he bowed and retreated, taking the arraigned monk with him.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Ziyang naturally understood that it must have been Murong Ling who had already told the Law Enforcement Hall that he was besieged and killed by his fellow sects in the Scarlet Wasteland.

In line with the principle of low-key, low-key, and low-key, Xiao Ziyang took back the foot that had already taken half a step. In this kind of emergency, it is very easy to be remembered if you step forward at the same time. He was going to wait a little longer.

After waiting for another incense, Xiao Ziyang stepped forward, handed over his life card, checked his identity, and entered the main hall.

The main hall is very wide, and hundreds of stone platforms are flashing with the colorful aura of the formation. In each formation, a snow-white jade bottle was suspended.

Without looking closely, Xiao Ziyang could tell that these jade bottles were all carved from thousand-year-old dragon fat cold jade. The jade bottle is also engraved with a Soul Array. The elixir is packed into it, and even if it takes a hundred years, it will not leak or lose a trace of medicinal power.

On the stone platform, around the formation, there are ten thin deep grooves evenly distributed, the size is exactly the same as the cross-section of the life card, and its role is naturally self-evident.

The more than 200 stone platforms near the entrance were empty. Xiao Ziyang did not concentrate on taking the elixir. He took ten jade bottles at intervals very skillfully, so that the hall would not be abrupt because of the sudden lack of ten jade bottles.

These practices may not be useful, but being careful can always make a ship of ten thousand years.

Out of the main hall, Xiao Ziyang left Qingluo Mountain without stopping.

He first went to Master Zhang Li's place, returned the Yimu Light Splitting Sword, and after reporting his safety, he hurriedly returned to the Immortal Mansion and activated the Immortal Protection Formation.

Above the attic of the Xianfu, Xiao Ziyang sat cross-legged, and there were ten snow-white jade bottles exuding a trace of cold air in a row on the table in front of him. He seemed to have a calm face, but the two fiery lights in his eyes exposed his mood.

He gently picked up a jade bottle, gently pulled the cork, and a refreshing fragrance suddenly spread in the attic. Pour the elixir into the palm of your hand, it is a round elixir the size of a thumb with a blood-like color. There was a faint layer of red mist on the elixir, and as the mist dissipated, the refreshing fragrance became even stronger.

With Xiao Ziyang's breathing, the red Dan Qi entered his lungs, and a burst of coolness rushed down his nose to his brain. The mana in his body entered his body with the medicinal power, churning for a while.

Xiao Ziyang didn't dare to look at it more, so he put the pill back into the jade bottle and plugged the lid. Although this moment of effort, the medicinal power emitted was insignificant, and it also made him feel distressed for a while.

Xiao Ziyang sighed for a while, the resources in this big sect are really not the same as those of the small sect. The Tsukidan he had obtained from the Mending Heaven Sect that day was like mud compared to this medicine.

Xiao Ziyang waved his hand and put the ten jade bottles on several cases into the storage bag. He pulled out a very old-looking storage bag from his bosom. Urged by mana, four top-grade magic weapons, and three high-grade magic weapons appeared on several cases.

The original owner of these seven magic weapons was Wang Biling. The worn-out storage bag that held the seven artifacts came from a steppe monk.

Wang Biling's superb storage bag had already been thrown in the Scarlet Wasteland by Xiao Ziyang, along with some other things that were not of high value, such as elixirs and talismans.

The seven magic weapons left in front of him are all extraordinary, but none of them can see the light, and they are very hot. As the hand-held magic weapons of the first master of the Great Luo Sect's Qi cultivation period, they really have a lot of fame.

The four supreme magic weapons are a three-inch-long, crimson flying sword, an inch-long, transparent needle, and a silver pill covered with patterns the size of a pigeon's egg. and a snow-white shield that resembles jade and bones.

The red flying sword was the one that Wang Biling used to attack Xiao Ziyang that day. It has a very loud name, called the Nanming Seven Killing Sword. After this flying sword is activated by the secret method, it will be divided into seven, and can form a seven-killing sword array, this flying sword divided into seven, as long as it is practiced with the secret method, it can be urged with a divine thought.

The Nanming Seven Killing Sword is the best magic weapon that Wang Ziling had just succeeded in building the foundation, and Jumu Zhenren invited the refining master of Lingxiao Palace to tailor it for his beloved disciples.

A few days after Wang Ziling got this flying sword, his brother Wang Biling was seriously injured because of fighting with people. After his brother recovered from his injuries, Wang Ziling transferred the flying sword to him.

Although Jumu Zhenren didn't like it in his heart, he was very fond of Wang Ziling, and just blamed him for a few words.