At least three meridians in her body were broken, and it would take a long time to recover.
Although the thousand-year-old spiritual material is good, what can I use it if I don’t even have my life left?
"Zhao Ping!!" Meng Qianqiu's pupils shrank, and she immediately took a picture of the white porcelain bottle. She took a sip and quickly jumped out of the pit, raising her legs to escape!
"You die!!" Chen Mo would never let her see that he was about to run out of gas. The Qianxuan Swordsmanship clashed in an instant. After only a few rounds, he felt Meng Qianqiu's powerlessness to resist. It is not difficult to kill her within the stick of incense!
"No! Zhao Ping, you can't kill me! Aren't you afraid that my master will chase you!" Meng Qianqiu actually threatened Chen Mo.
Chen Mo knew that she was at the end of her strength, and now she warned him fiercely. He couldn't help but laughed and said, "Meng Qianqiu, you are here too! You can't intimidate me! It's better for you to die!"
Chen Mo flipped the flying sword and raised it. Although the spiritual fluid was highly effective, neither of them had time to refine it. Meng Qianqiu hurriedly parried. Seeing this opportunity, Chen Mo used his other hand to draw the sword!
There was a flash of blood, and an arm was thrown several feet high. Meng Qianqiu let out a shrill scream, and desperately used his spiritual power to throw Chen Mo's figure several feet away.
"--puff!"
Chen Mo was beaten until he vomited blood again. Compared with Meng Qianqiu, this was just a minor injury. He slammed the ground and his figure bounced up again. While Meng Qianqiu lost an arm, he wanted to get rid of it once and for all!
Meng Qianqiu's voice was full of hatred, and he swore: "Zhao Ping!! I will crush you to ashes!!!"
The severed arm was put into the storage bag, and she took out a Bagua mirror with one hand. Chen Mo secretly thought something was wrong, and a flying sword popped out instantly, and was cut off by the Meng Qianqiu Frost Moon Sword!
"Zhao Ping!! Don't want what I can't get! Whether you come to kill me or get spiritual materials, you choose for yourself!!!"
There was a trace of madness in Meng Qianqiu's eyes, and she quickly summoned a flying bird composed of fire spiritual power with one hand. The target was not elsewhere, but the two elixirs that no one had picked yet!
"No!! Stop it!!!" Chen Mo's expression suddenly changed. At this moment, he had no time to stop Meng Qianqiu's behavior. The figure suddenly appeared near the elixir, and at this time, the fire bird was already in front of the elixir. !
"Snapped!!"
Seeing that it was too late, Chen Mo slapped the ground of the platform angrily. The redbud tree closest to him among the two elixir plants was immediately lifted several feet into the air.
The Chalcedony Mushroom was not so lucky. In the rolling fire of the Firebird, this rare spiritual herb that was more than two thousand years old was instantly burned to a puddle of ashes.
"My thousand-year-old spiritual material!!!"
Chen Mo's mind went blank. He stared at everything in front of him in disbelief.
"Meng Qianqiu! I want you to die without a burial place!!"
Chen Mo was like a crazy beast, his body was faster than ever. With one sword to seal his throat, he was going to finish Meng Qianqiu completely!
"Hahaha! Just wait!!"
Meng Qianqiu also had the same vicious gaze, and his expression was frozen as he wanted to kill quickly.
Chen Mo's wave was in vain, and the latter's figure blurred and disappeared completely.
Chen Mo could see that it was a formation disk containing the power of space, and it was also Meng Qianqiu's last means of escape.
"ah!!!"
Chen Mo fell to the ground unwillingly, hammering the ground with hatred, just a hair away!
Even if you give him a little more time! He can also save Chalcedony before the firebird arrives!
Even if he had a little more spiritual power, he would be able to create the Pear Blossom Vial Stagnant Firebird, and he would also be able to avoid the damage to the thousand-year-old spiritual material!
"I'm not willing to give in!!!"
Chen Mo only felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and even his consciousness became blurred. Finally, his head tilted and he collapsed completely on the ground.
...
More than a few days have passed since the exploration of the Forgotten Land. Compared with the crisis-ridden interior, it is obviously much easier for the eight factions to jointly guard the entrance to the outside world.
"How long have the disciples been in there?"
On this day, Liu Changqing, who was in the Bone-piercing War Boat, ended his short retreat. When he went out, he saw a foundation-building deacon and asked him.
"Uncle Master, counting today, it is exactly three months." The foundation-building monk said respectfully.
"Okay." Liu Changqing nodded slightly: "Is everything ready outside?"
The foundation-building monk replied: "Don't worry, uncle, I'm just waiting for the disciples to come back."
After receiving this news, Liu Changqing nodded with satisfaction, jumped off the piercing war boat in mid-air, and landed on the ground at the restricted entrance, where several colleagues were already there.
The female cultivator surnamed Yan from Daxue Mountain, the middle-aged monk from Yungang Sect, and the old man Han Zhu from Jiusha Palace, as well as the ancestors of other sects who formed pills, were instructing the foundation-building monks to set up a platform, and people were flowing in and out. The movement was a bit lively.
"Are we still following the old rules?" Liu Changqing came over and asked Han Zhu.
"It's natural. The eight of us will jointly check it. No one will have any objection to the result." Han Zhu said slowly.
The other two people said hello to Liu Changqing, and then went to work on the things at hand. When it was three o'clock in the morning, the eight Pill Formation Ancestors were all ready. They each sat behind the counting square table of the sect and silently stared at the direction of the restricted entrance. .
Not long after, a layer of ripples appeared on the peaceful screen of the ban. Immediately, a monk jumped out in a hurry and was stared at by eight ancestors in the Dan Formation stage. You can imagine the pressure in his heart. He couldn't even walk well. .
He is just an ordinary inner disciple of the Beast Control Sect, and he just wants to get out as soon as possible. Where has he seen such a battle?
"How unbecoming is it to be in a panic!"
Elder Ye from the Beast Control Sect suddenly shouted angrily, shocking the disciple. Before he could speak, Elder Ye said again: "You shameful thing, come over here from there!"
Elder Ye was referring to the mirror magic weapon in front of the eight-person table. This magic weapon was made of a piece of strange jade from the Forgotten Land. It could tell whether the monks had hidden any spiritual herbs and elixirs belonging to the secret realm. As for other things, It's impossible to tell.
Once the secretly hidden elixir is revealed by the treasure mirror, depending on the value of the elixir, the severity may range from a reprimand and the abandonment of cultivation, to the severity of being shot and killed.
It is precisely because of these strict requirements that no monk dares to disobey this iron rule.
This disciple of the Beast Control Sect walked fearfully in front of the mirror, but the mirror showed no reaction. He breathed a sigh of relief, walked carefully to Elder Ye's desk, and without any concealment, handed over what he had been doing for three months. of all treasures.
"Fellow Taoists, come on!"
Elder Ye's eyes lit up. He didn't expect this humble boy to be able to bring out so many spiritual plants. It gave him a bit of face. Liu Changqing and others came over and began to estimate from the first item.
"Green Yinghua, three thousand spirit stones." Han Zhu spoke first.
"Liu has no objection." Liu Changqing nodded slightly and looked at the monk surnamed Wang from the Ghost Sect. The latter also agreed and said that for this well-known medicinal herb, even the valuation will not be too different, and it can be more realistic. Pointless.
"And this thing..."
A group of pill-forming ancestors gave the same number again, and there were differences in the following spiritual grasses. After removing the highest and lowest spiritual stone estimates, the average value of everyone was recorded as the price of this spiritual grass.
"About ninety-two thousand spirit stones, Fellow Daoist Ye."
Several of them were seniors in the pill-forming stage, so the total price was fair. Elder Ye nodded and asked his foundation-building monks to make two copies, stamp them with his name, and give one copy to just now. A disciple who comes out will keep one copy for himself.
"Go back to the sect and collect it from the Contribution Hall!" Elder Ye handed him the jade slip and softened his tone a bit. This result is not bad and is acceptable. In the latter's words of gratitude, he returned to the table.
At this time, another monk from the Yungang Sect came out of the ban...
.......
Meng Qianqiu, like most monks, was walking on a desolate Gobi desert.
In the sky above their heads is a huge flying sword, which seems to have a spirit inside, cold and oppressive, monitoring every cultivator who walks by.
This object was deliberately left behind by the ancestors of the outside world. After hundreds of years of summing up experience, the power of forbidden teleportation made it impossible for this group of Qi Refining monks to avoid a big battle when they collectively landed here. They were robbed, killed and attacked repeatedly.
Therefore, after learning from the pain, this place has also been set up as a place where martial arts are prohibited. Anyone who dares to use spiritual energy will be killed by the sword from above!
"That's...that's the Golden Phoenix!!"
Someone recognized Meng Qianqiu's appearance, and when they looked at her empty left arm, their mouths of surprise could almost fit a fist.
"How is it possible...where is her arm?!"
"It's a sword wound! She didn't know who cut off her arm!"
Whispered words floated by Meng Qianqiu's ears from time to time. She had never hated a person so much. Even if he had destroyed his goal, it would not be as good as venting one thousandth of the anger in her heart.
"Zhao Ping!!!"
Meng Qianqiu's face was gloomy, and his eyes were coldly swept away. The monks who were paying attention to her immediately lowered their heads and moved forward, not daring to touch her back again.
Although you can't do anything here, you can still kill people when they go out. They can't stay here forever. Who wants to mess with such people?
"Meng Qianqiu was actually stabbed..."
Wan Qing's eyes were thoughtful. Since the desolate giant turtle appeared, she could not withstand the power of the three earthquakes. After leaving, she made other discoveries. Soon after, the forbidden power of teleportation sent her away. out.
"It must have been done by the group of people who dueled with her on the turtle shell." Wan Qing's heart moved. The broken arm would not only affect her aesthetics, but also her cultivation would suffer a certain setback. If she couldn't build the foundation, it would be so difficult. A trip to the magic island...
.......
The calm scene rippled again. Meng Qianqiu walked out expressionlessly. Under the gaze of countless eyes, she calmly left the entrance and walked through the mirror. After nothing was abnormal, she stood in front of the counting table in Jiusha Palace. .
"Is that Meng Qianqiu?!" someone asked in a low voice. They were monks who came out earlier and didn't know such a thing happened.
"If it wasn't her, it could have been you..."
"Look! Her arm was cut off by someone!!" someone exclaimed.
The friend next to this person immediately covered his mouth: "Don't yell, she is famous for holding grudges!"
"Haha, I finally learned a lesson, who did the good thing?"
"Very good!!"
"The first person below the Qi refining stage? Haha, he doesn't live up to his name!"
There were also people who were gloating about her misfortune, obviously people who had been bullied by Meng Qianqiu before. Of course, there were also monks who were just unhappy with her and were secretly happy.
Seeing that the scene was getting more and more chaotic and was about to cause a riot, the female cultivator surnamed Yan from Daxue Mountain turned cold and said: "Quiet!" It was not only the intimidation of the voice, but also a tingling feeling in the consciousness.
The noisy scene suddenly became quiet.
No matter how scheming Han Zhu was, he couldn't maintain Meng Qianqiu's appearance.
This was the sect's master Mo Yuan who asked her to protect her. Now that something like this happened, how could he explain it to the superiors?
Han Zhu frowned and said: "Qianqiu, how did it happen like this? Who cut you?!"
"No need to ask my uncle, I will make him pay with blood!" Meng Qianqiu said briefly.
This further confirmed that Meng Qianqiu had her arm cut off. Her answer shocked the hearts of the dozens of cultivators who were watching.
"Nonsense!" Han Zhu scolded with a straight face: "Who is it! He dared to do this even though he knew your identity. Doesn't this make me unable to do my job? Qianqiu, tell me this person's name quickly, I will seek justice for you! "
"What kind of justice do you want? You are clearly trying to shirk responsibility!"
The other ancestors looked at me and I looked at you, and they all understood Han Zhu's little thought.
As someone who is still in the Dan-Jie stage, he bullies the younger ones. How can he show his face to others if word spreads about it? Furthermore, if a junior in the Qi refining stage is fighting life and death, do they still need help from a cultivator with a higher level of cultivation?
If things continue like this, there won't be any new blood in the world of cultivation.
The proof that he was making such a big show was that he wanted to show whether he had the attitude to stand up for Meng Qianqiu, so as to prevent Mo Yuan from asking questions and blaming him again, which would be bad.
"Could it be Chou Shukun?" Ancestor surnamed Wang from the Ninggui Sect asked in his heart.
"It can't be Ye Lantian, right?" Liu Changqing was also thinking hard, what would he say if it was really him?
For a moment, the other ancestors were all silent with their own thoughts.
How could Meng Qianqiu understand the thoughts between the ancestors? She wanted to avenge this hatred with her own hands, and would never rely on others to do it. She thought about it and said, "His surname is Zhao!"
"The surname is Zhao!"
The ancestors present breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, as long as they were not their own juniors, only the ancestor from Thunder Mountain became nervous: No, there is indeed a surnamed Zhao among the Qi Refining disciples, but how could he beat him? It's weird...
"Okay!" Han Zhu nodded: "My surname is Zhao! I want to see who this guy is today... Let's put this matter aside for now, Qianqiu, how many spiritual herbs are you going to bring out? "
"Not much, just these, please ask Uncle Master to take a look."
Meng Qianqiu opened the storage bag, and a large number of wooden boxes suddenly fell out, some large and some small. There were seventy or eighty in total, and the wooden table was piled up into a small hillside.
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