"This must be the right place." On the lion's back, shopkeeper Chen looked at the flash of Si Nan's spiritual light in his hand, nodded and said to himself.
However, when the spiritual thoughts were released, there was no strange phenomenon within a few miles. Shopkeeper Chen pondered for a moment and thought: "Is it a step too late? Tsk, tsk, tsk, just a little bit of residual aura can make Si Nan shocked. How amazing is this?" Things! What a pity, what a pity.”
After saying that, he patted the lion's head lightly and was about to leave.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded, soft and mellow, like the midnight wind, going straight into his ears.
"Lingci Sinan? This little friend, can you borrow it for me?"
Shopkeeper Chen suddenly became excited, his whole body lit up with black and purple flames, and a round ebony bowl appeared above his head. It swirled lightly and shed black light like a curtain, covering it.
At the same time, the male lion under his seat also roared, and the three eyes on his forehead lit up with blue, red, and purple auras in sequence, summoning a whirlwind as a screen, a raging fire as a barrier, and wisps of purple electricity as a prison, intertwining one person and one beast. Protect it.
"Fellow Taoist, you are so sneaky, why don't you show up and tell me!" Shopkeeper Chen shouted, and at the same time, he used all his spiritual thoughts to scan the void of a hundred feet.
It's just that the words came out like mud and water, failing to make any waves.
After a moment, a chuckle rang out, but the man thought to himself and said: "It's a pity that the alien Yan Jing Beast has impure blood. At most, it can only reach the completion of the pill formation. If there is no great opportunity, it will be difficult to make any further progress."
As soon as he said these words, shopkeeper Chen quickly looked back and saw a man's figure standing alone in the void a dozen feet behind him.
The figure was blurred, and his face could not be seen clearly. All he could see was that he was dressed in gold and silver brocade, exuding a gleaming spiritual light.
"Oops!" Just a few glances made shopkeeper Chen frightened, and he kept saying to himself.
Just because even if there is a figure in front of him, there is still nothing in his spiritual sense. In this situation, except that the person in front of him is far better than himself, there is no other way to think about it.
So, after calming down a little, he generously removed all his magical powers, bowed respectfully, and said respectfully: "Junior Chen Le, I was passing by by accident, and I didn't know that my senior was here. If there is any offense, I apologize."
After the words fell, there was still no response. Shopkeeper Chen felt a little suspicious, and suddenly felt something strange in his waist. Then a red light flew past, stopping in front of the figure, and a blood jade waist badge appeared.
"Hmph, it turns out it's a junior from Tongyi Pavilion. That's all. I see you're quite well-behaved, so I'll bring you Lingci Simonan." He casually glanced at the waist badge, and the figure snorted softly and said arrogantly.
Hearing these words, Shopkeeper Chen was slightly startled, and a thought came to his mind: "Is it possible that this senior has some past relationship with the pavilion?"
But he didn't dare to think too much, so he immediately took out Si Nan and held it over his head.
The next moment, without any movement, Si Nan flew up and fell into the hands of the figure like flying flowers and fallen leaves.
Then, the spiritual light flashed, thunder suddenly appeared, and a wisp of purple electricity penetrated into the disk, causing the magnetic needle to vibrate, and the whole side of Sinan also ignited with bright white flames.
In the flames, a crystal white light point gradually took shape, shaped like a grain of rice or a drop of water.
Immediately afterwards, the light flame exploded, crystal points rose into the sky, and the figure disappeared; under the afterglow of the flame, Si Nan shattered inch by inch, turning into a cloud of dust and scattered in the wind.
...
Deep in the wild forest on a quiet night, in the hinterland of the dry mountain, inside the stone cave.
In the center of the cave, white light emerged, wisps of strands gathered and blended, turning into a huge pillar of light, rising from the ground, causing the mountain to shake and the cave to buzz.
After a moment, the light beam dissipated, and the formations on the ground were hot, emitting a faint smoke; in the smoke, the three people suddenly appeared.
These three people were all dressed in black and red robes, with their heads covered in hoods, making them difficult to distinguish.
The three people paused for a moment after they appeared, and then they each raised a small dark green flag, transformed into a thick cloud of smoke, rolled it up, and left one after another.
A few hours later, he came to a place in the deserted forest, near where Liu Suifeng and a group of qi training disciples were training that day.
"Just right here." The middle one among the three people glanced around and said calmly, his voice was hoarse and sharp, like gold and iron grinding together.
Then, the three of them took a spell together and began to chant a long unknown spell in a low voice.
The sound of the curse was vague and gentle, like a gentle whisper, immersed in the mountains and forests with the wind, and spread over a radius of more than ten miles.
After about a stick of incense, the sound of the curse gradually stopped, and clusters of blue light dots slowly appeared in the forest, about the size of a fist, floating faintly in the air.
At this time, the three people withdrew their spells, rose into the smoke, flew forward in three directions, and released their spiritual thoughts to sweep across the light spots.
It didn't take long for the three of them to return to the original place and meet up. After looking at each other, they each said "no".
Needless to say, the three of them immediately joined hands and headed to the next location.
In this way, after several hours, he finally found a clue.
It was in the southwest of the desolate forest, near the border. Among the blue light spots, there were a few clusters of gray smoke that stood out.
So he changed the magic formula and sacrificed the soul flag; while the flag was fluttering, an inexplicable suction force appeared out of thin air, dragging the clouds of gray smoke forward, and five figures appeared, with dull expressions and vague descriptions, like candles left in the wind. , it will be extinguished as soon as it is blown.
After briefly sizing up the five figures, the leader raised his hand and threw out a gray ball.
"Bang", with a soft sound, the ball exploded and turned into a thick gray mist, submerging the five phantoms.
After a few breaths, the gray fog dissipated, and the figure became much more solid, and the appearance of the clothes could be clearly distinguished, but the eyes were still empty, like wood carvings and clay sculptures.
At this time, the three of them changed their techniques again. As the green light flashed, black mist surged out from the flags above their heads, rolled and gathered together, and manifested into a ferocious ghost head, a red face with long teeth, and green flames in its eyes.
The ghost head swiveled around, and in the blink of an eye it swelled to the size of a wheel, and then a flash appeared above the figure, its mouth opened wide, and it swallowed it all.
After some chewing, green smoke overflowed from his ears and nose, lingering in wisps and dispersing into mist.
In the mist, lights and shadows appeared, and they were all part of the lives of these five people. However, most of them were fragmented, and only a few parts were still complete.
There was a scene among them, which was the last thing he saw before his death, but it was a golden rainbow flying over. The man was stepping on a spiritual boat, wearing a golden robe, and when he flapped his folding fan, he released winds as fast as knives, causing blood to rain all over the sky.
At this point, the light and shadow stopped, and the three people withdrew the spells. The ghost head collapsed and turned into smoke, mixed with gray mist, swirling and entangled, and returned to the soul flag like the wind absorbing water.
Then, the leader said calmly: "Separately search, Liu Suifeng must be nearby."
As expected, it didn't take long for the three of them to find the remnant soul of Liu Suifeng not far away. After doing the same thing, they saw the giant sword reaching the top, the young man in white clothes fluttering, and the man in gold robe walked away. .
The next day, in the stone hall in the mountain, a man leaned forward and stood in the hall, respectfully asking for a report: "Brother, the leader, the death of Liu Suifeng and other trial disciples has been found out, and they were killed by unknown monks. The two of them stopped. Here, please take a look at it, senior brother."
After speaking, he took out a piece of gray and black edged stone and pointed it forward.
On the main seat, the man stretched out his hand and pretended to grab it, took the prismatic stone into his hand, closed his eyes to sense it for a moment, then threw it back, and said lightly: "The order was sent to seize You Pavilion and the mysterious list was issued. Two wild cultivators broke into the mountain gate without permission and killed people without leaving a trace. , hereby wanted; if you succeed, regardless of life or death, you will receive a fourth-level soul, and all foundation-building disciples can take the list."
"Yes, I will abide by the master's decree." The people in the hall responded respectfully.
A few hours later, more than ten black shadows left the mountain gate of Shenlian Sect one after another and went to various places in the territory.
There is a jade tube in his personal storage bag, with two portraits printed inside: one is bright and handsome in flowing white clothes; the other is plump and round in gold robes.
It was Yuan Qing and Chen Mu.
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Longjiazhai.
The rain continues, and the third day is approaching. In the center of the village, in a two-story wooden building, Yuan Qing and Chen Mu live on the second floor, waiting for visitors.
For three days, these two people were not idle.
According to Chen Mu's speculation, what these desolate forests and villages want is nothing more than armor and food rations. Food rations can only meet temporary needs, while magic weapons and fine armor are the basis for a long-term plan.
Therefore, under his strong recommendation, the two of them refined the magic weapon in this wooden building.
This weapon refining process is extensive and profound, and the two of them had no previous experience. Therefore, even with the top-quality tripod made by Chen Mu to complement it, the finished product was still in pieces, and most of them were not even in shape.
Fortunately, the owner of Tongbao Tower was very wealthy. With an almost unlimited supply of low-level treasure materials, the two finally made a short sword, which was two feet and two inches long and four fingers wide. The blade can reach seven steps away, and can reach a hundred steps if activated by magic power. It is ordinary gold and iron and can be defeated by contact. It is considered a low-grade magic weapon.
Chen Mu looked at the sword, breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "His grandma's, it's not easy, I finally got one. Brother Yuan, this sword came from your hand, you should give it a name."
Hearing this, Yuan Qing nodded and replied, "This sword is somewhat similar to the sword 'Yuchang' I used when I was young, so I'll call it 'Tanhuang'."
"Swallowing Huang, it's not bad." Chen Mu echoed, "With this Swallowing Huang Sword, we have a trump card. Hehe, I spent so many spiritual stone materials. I must let these villagers know something." Spit it all out.”
After saying that, he waved his sleeves and swept a room full of scraps into the bronze cauldron in the middle, leaving more than ten pieces in complete shape. Together with the magic sword, he put them into the storage ring between his fingers.
"Okay, just wait for the old man to come." Chen Mu said with a slight smile, "Brother Yuan, you just have a rest, come and watch my show later!"
As soon as the words fell to the ground, in just two sticks of incense, the village chief came to the wooden building, braved the rain, knelt down on his knees, and respectfully shouted: "Old boy Longxi, please see the two immortals!"
Hearing this, Chen Mu raised the corners of his mouth slightly, but deliberately lowered his voice and replied calmly: "Come in."
The village chief was overjoyed when he heard this, and hurriedly got up and went upstairs. When he saw the two of them, he knelt down again and said respectfully: "Longxi has seen these two immortals, and I want to pay my respects to them."
"Okay, but has the discussion reached a conclusion?" Chen Mu got straight to the point and asked directly. At the same time, he flicked his big sleeves and sent out a soft and dark force to lift the old man up and brush away the dirt on his body.
This small gesture made Long Xi flattered. He thanked him several times before telling the result at Chen Mu's urging.
"Reporting to the Immortal, Longxi discussed with the clan for three days and decided to plead with the Immortal to accept the youngest son of my clan as his disciple. I wonder if the Immortal will agree?"
"Accepting a disciple?" Chen Mu was a little surprised when he heard this. After thinking about it for a while, he replied calmly: "The first step in cultivating immortality is qualifications. I have seen all the people in your village and no one has such a fate. There is nothing wrong with this matter." Bring it up again."
After hearing the words, the old man didn't give up. He thought for a while and asked: "The Immortal is kind and doesn't need to accept him as his disciple. Can you just teach him a simple move to defend yourself and kill the enemy?"
"Hmph, how can the secret method of the Immortal family be passed on lightly!" Chen Mu retorted seriously. When he saw the old man trembled and knelt down on the ground, he changed the topic and continued: "Although the secret method of the Xian family cannot be passed on to others, this magical weapon of the Xian family can be given to others. How many pieces do you have?"
As he spoke, a flash of light flashed between his fingers, and more than a dozen weapons appeared, hanging in mid-air.
"Shangxian..." The old man looked at the weapons in a daze and murmured, dumbfounded.
Chen Mu looked calm, as if he had expected it, and asked lightly: "How is it?"
