A towering mountain peak with dense vegetation. At the foot of the mountain was a cave several feet in size. Deafening roars came from the cave. The entire mountain peak shook slightly, and a large number of stones rolled down the mountain.
With a loud noise, the mountain peak split into two, and a golden sword energy flashed out and went straight to the sky.
A shrill bird song sounded, and a cyan bird flew out. A large number of feathers on the bird's body had fallen off. Its body was dripping with blood, and its bones could be seen. It looked like it had been seriously injured.
It flapped its wings and flew high into the sky. Just after flying for more than ten miles, the void fluctuated, and a white hand holding up the sky appeared. Before it fell, a large number of white ice shards appeared in the void, as if it were a piece of heaven and earth. It's like being frozen.
The big white hand patted the body of the cyan bird, and the cyan bird fell from the air. The surface of the body began to freeze, and the ice spread rapidly.
The cyan bird's speed was greatly reduced, and a golden sword light shot out and chopped off its head.
The light of the sky-raising sword chopped more than a dozen mountain peaks into pieces, causing smoke and dust to billow.
Wang Yidao, Wang Chuanming, Wang Yibing and Lan Fukong stood in an open space with different expressions. There were more than a dozen green grasses in the corner. The grasses were glowing with a burst of green light. The leaves were round and had an earthy yellow streak. The light curtain covers more than a dozen small grasses.
They were separated from the large army and could not contact other tribesmen, so they could only take one step at a time.
"Fellow Daoist Wang has superb swordsmanship, and even a seventh-level high-grade demon bird is no match for you. Given time, you will definitely be able to surpass Senior Wang."
Lan Fukong boasted.
"oh."
Wang Yidao had a straight face, showing no emotion or anger.
"Fellow Daoist Lan is ridiculous. If you and Ancestor Yi Bing hadn't teamed up to injure this monster, we wouldn't have killed it so easily."
Wang Chuanming said with a smile.
"Lan just helped a little, it's not worth mentioning. Without Fellow Daoist Wang, we couldn't kill this monster at all. Those Wind Spirit Grasses belong to you. I didn't help you much, so I don't want them anymore."
Lan Fukong said sincerely.
Wang Yidao was so powerful that Lan Fukong was afraid and wise enough not to ask for the elixir.
"Fellow Daoist Lan is joking. This is the credit of all of us, not just one person. Let's share these Wind Spirit Grasses equally!"
Wang Yibing said with a smile, Lan Fukong is an in-law of the Wang family, so it's okay to share some of the elixir with him. They are not so overbearing.
Wang Chuanming pinched the magic formula, and the yellow light curtain collapsed, turning into a flashing yellow flag, which disappeared into his sleeve.
He carefully dug out more than a dozen wind spirit grasses and divided them among the four of them. Wang Yidao took the big head.
The lowest age of Fengling grass is more than 10,000 years, and the highest age is more than 30,000 years. Taking Fengling grass will help the demon bird to advance, and it can be refined into elixirs. It is also suitable for monks who practice wind attribute skills. Taking it has the effect of improving your magic power.
Lan Fu Kong found three wind spirit grasses that were more than 20,000 years old. He was satisfied and the body of the demon bird returned to the Wang family. They rested for a quarter of an hour and walked towards the red bamboo forest not far away.
Along the way, they encountered many demonic insects. Fortunately, the level was not high and the number was not large, so they were able to deal with them all.
One day later, they passed through the bamboo forest, and an overgrown canyon appeared in front of them, with a rapid river running through it.
Wang Chuanming and the others looked wary, and their speed was not very fast.
Suddenly, a deafening explosion sounded, and a huge red fire appeared high in the sky, which was very conspicuous.
Wang Yidao and the others stopped. Wang Chuanming took out a golden ball and looked at its mana fluctuations. It was just a low-grade heaven-reaching spiritual treasure.
The Soul-Seeking Pearl is a treasure made from the eyes of the multi-eyed clan in the Void Refining Stage. It has the same purpose as Wang Tuntian's spiritual eyes, but its detection range is not as good as Wang Tuntian's.
The Wang family brought many treasures with them to search for them. There were not many treasures similar to soul-seeking beads. There were only three middle-grade heaven-reaching spiritual treasures, which were not in their hands.
"Fifty thousand miles away, there are seven Jinghuo people with unknown cultivation levels."
Wang Chuanming wrinkled
Mei said that his spiritual consciousness was limited and he could only see the number of enemies but not their cultivation.
"Yan Gang is not inside? Do you want to chase them and kill them?"
Lan Fukong suggested.
"Yan Gang is not inside, but I don't think there is any need to destroy them, at least not yet."
Wang Chuanming expressed his opinion.
Wang Yidao said nothing. If he needed to take action, he would take action. He was usually a dull gourd, and his tribe was used to it.
"Why?"
Wang Yibing asked curiously.
"Destroy them now, not to mention whether we can destroy them. Even if we can destroy them, it is just a one-shot deal. We still need to rush on our way. Keeping them is to let them explore the way for us. When we need to kill them, It’s not too late to take action, the elixirs and fruits they picked belong to us.”
Wang Chuanming said slowly.
There are many seventh-level monsters here, and there are also many powerful restrictions. Let the Jinghuo monks explore the way in front. They are behind each other and are much safer.
"What if they join the main force!"
Lan Fukong asked with a frown.
"Senior Ye said that the dojo is very big. Even if the entire Jinghuo tribe enters the dojo to hunt for treasures, they can't all be together. I am a senior member of the Jinghuo tribe and will only bring some elites into the dojo to hunt for treasures to maximize efficiency. I'm sure Let them divide into several small teams to hunt for treasure. I guess these are small troops from the Jinghuo Tribe." Wang Chuanming analyzed.
"This is a good suggestion, Yidao, Fellow Daoist Lan, what do you think?"
Wang Yibing looked at Wang Yidao and Lan Fukong.
"good."
Wang Yidao nodded.
In this way, Lan Fukong was even less likely to refuse and agreed. They followed the Jinghuo tribe monks and disappeared into the mountains.
In a vast and boundless grassland, a golden light appeared in the distant sky. Before the golden light flew far, a sharp bird song sounded, and a huge bird's claw with red light appeared without warning, hitting the golden light.
With a muffled sound, the golden light fell from the sky and fell to the ground. It was Jin Lei.
There were several horrific blood marks on his right arm, his face was pale, and his eyes were full of fear.
They were attacked by two eighth-level Lihuoji. The tribesmen scattered and fled for their lives. The eighth-level Lihuoji pursued Jin Lei closely.
With a pinch of Jin Lei's secret, a burst of dazzling yellow light overflowed from his body. The ground turned into sand, a thousand miles around turned into desert, and the sky was filled with yellow sand.
The void shook and twisted, and tens of thousands of house-sized red fireballs appeared high in the sky, piercing the sky and slamming into Jin Lei.
After countless yellow gravels flew up, they formed a yellow earth wall more than a thousand feet high, blocking Jin Lei's face.
The dense red fireballs hit the yellow earth wall, and there was a loud explosion. The flames flooded the yellow earth wall, and the yellow earth wall collapsed suddenly, filling the air with smoke and dust.
When the smoke and dust dispersed, Jin Lei also disappeared, and he used his earth escape technique to escape.
Two huge Li Huoji appeared in the sky, one was an eighth-level mid-level and one was an eighth-level low-level. They couldn't find Jin Lei, and after venting their anger, they left.
