Lu Sheng played with the storage bag in his hand, with a cold smile on his lips.
Before he had time to check the contents of the storage bag, he turned his head slightly and found a black flying boat carrying a dozen monks following far behind him.
There was a fierce look in his eyes.
If you want to kill him, then don’t even think about living!
Standing on the Jinxia Sword, Lu Sheng controlled the flying sword and continued to fly forward.
Half an hour later, he landed in a dark valley.
After preparing for a while, he put away the Jinxia Sword, his body shining with the light of Jin Xingshu, and he raised his legs and ran forward.
After a while, a flying boat stopped in mid-air, and the monks above noticed that the man had entered the valley below.
"Why doesn't he use that sword to continue flying? Has his spiritual power run out?"
A monk on the boat was a little curious.
The monk standing at the head of the boat said sarcastically:
"Exhausted of spiritual power? Are you an idiot? As an alchemy master, he must have a lot of pills that can restore spiritual power."
"And when he killed the two Lushan brothers just now, he probably only used talismans and didn't use any magic at all. Not to mention, it didn't take much spiritual power to control the flying sword."
"I guess this person must have a lot of talismans on him. He wants to enter the valley to ambush us."
The monk looked a little unhappy after hearing these words, but he did not have an attack because this man's cultivation level was higher than his.
The monks couldn't help but nod after hearing this.
A monk with a fat head and big ears walked out with a fan-shaped magic weapon in his hand and suggested:
"Fellow Taoists, I have a plan to deal with the current impasse."
The monk in the late stage of Qi training in Zhoutou heard this, his eyes flashed, and he immediately recognized this person. This monk was proficient in some Feng Shui pulse-finding techniques.
Because he found a first-level low-grade spiritual vein, he was quite famous among the casual cultivators on the outer island.
"Fellow Daoist Jin, what's your plan?"
A monk on the boat asked curiously.
"I just used a pulse-seeking disk to detect it. The earth veins in front are full of evil energy. It is not a good place."
Fellow Daoist Jin exhaled and continued:
"Besides, do you really think that the final winner will be us?"
"As far as I know, that fellow Daoist Xue may have more than 10,000 low-grade spiritual stones in his storage bag. Can you and I keep this much wealth alone?"
After hearing these words, the cultivators fell into deep thought.
"Don't forget, the owner of Chufang City is not a big-hearted person..."
After mentioning the last sentence for a moment, fellow Taoist Jin stopped talking. Whether it was a blessing or a curse, they decided for themselves. If they didn't want to leave, then he would leave by himself.
"Let's go! Let's go! There are more than 10,000 spiritual stones, and a dozen of us can only divide more than 1,000 pieces among them. Although it is a lot, why are you fighting for more than 1,000 spiritual stones! It won't, it won't. !”
The late stage monk standing at the bow of the boat raised his hands and shouted.
"Okay, let's go!"
Although it was a pity for the monks on the boat, for the sake of their lives, they had better leave quickly.
Just when the spaceship was about to turn around, a blue light flew over.
Not long after, the light flew over here, and the figure with flashing blue light gradually appeared.
An old dwarf with white beard and hair, wearing a green robe, with long and narrow eyebrows, flew over at a high speed with a fusiform magic weapon under his feet.
Before he could come over, the majestic spiritual pressure from the dwarf old man came over, causing the flying boat to shake, and the monks above looked terrified.
Foundation building overhaul! ! !
"Hello, Senior Li!"
Holding back this strong feeling of discomfort, the Qi Practitioners all knelt down and shouted solemnly.
"Where did that man go?"
The foundation-building monk surnamed Li did not pay attention to the greetings of these juniors. He only wanted to know one thing, and that was where the alchemist surnamed Xue went.
Ever since the monk surnamed Xue caused a huge noise in his neighborhood, his spiritual thoughts have been paying attention to this person.
He not only took a fancy to the spiritual stone on Lu Sheng's body, but also took a fancy to this person's talent.
Originally, he thought that this person would stay in Fangshi after paying nine days of rent for his stall in Fangshi.
At night, he secretly captured the man and planted a slave mark on him, making him his slave to earn spiritual stones. Unexpectedly, it backfired.
When he reacted, this man had already fled far away, and now he rushed over.
After hearing the senior's questions, the monks on the boat turned pale and knelt on the ground. A monk in the middle stage of Qi training said with a flattering smile:
"Senior Li! The man is inside, but he has a lot of talismans on him. We don't dare to take risks. We are ready to leave now."
The monks on the boat held their breath and concentrated, and the monk named Jin showed regret in his eyes. When they met such a great monk, they inevitably felt uneasy.
"Yeah?"
The foundation-building monk surnamed Li had a smile on his thin face and raised his palm gently.
A flash of aqua blue light flashed.
With a "ch" sound, the flattering smile of the Qi Practitioner who had just replied froze, and his bright eyes became as dull as two black stones.
The monk who was close could see from the corner of his eye a small hole with red and white mucus flowing out of the back of the man's head.
His heart suddenly fluctuated violently in fright, and his head subconsciously hit the ground.
"Come here and capture that person, otherwise you know what will happen to you!"
The voice of the monk named Li was hoarse, and the indifference in his words was something these monks were accustomed to.
"I will obey Senior Li's orders!"
The Qi Practitioners on the boat felt bitter, but the reality was here, and they could only accept it.
Looking at these monks with a cold face as they continued to drive the flying boat towards the valley ahead, a hint of amusement flashed across the corner of monk Li's mouth.
…
On the other side, Lu Sheng concealed his aura, suppressed his cultivation, and quietly lurked under a narrow mountain wall.
After a long time, his brows moved, and there was murderous intent in his quiet eyes. Someone was coming.
A monk at the sixth level of qi training approached with a nervous expression. His sight on the flying boat was blocked. In order to fulfill the orders of their seniors, they had to separate and look for traces of this person.
He moved his steps gently and stepped towards the stone wall in front of him.
Poof!
The moment he walked over, a golden sword-shaped spiritual power instantly cut off the man's head.
Lu Sheng silently accepted the man's storage bag with a calm expression. In this situation, his mood was very stable.
When he killed the qi-training monk, the foundation-building monk surnamed Li, who was driving the shuttle weapon in mid-air, had a smile in his eyes.
The little mouse finally came out.
When he saw these monks, he injected them with the daughter worms among the life insects.
The fact that the monk named Xue could kill the two boys on Lu Mountain showed that this person was not weak.
If the daughter worm is cast in, as soon as the host the daughter worm parasitizes dies, the female worm in his hand will react and guide him in the direction.
Looking sideways, he noticed that the black insect in his hand hissed, raised its ferocious mouthparts, and pointed it in one direction. The monk surnamed Li Jiji said with a strange smile:
"Jie Jie Jie, it turns out you are in the southeast."
