Since the Tomb of Fusheng is a small world, there is not much difference between one step earlier and one step later. Wei Shiqi looked on with cold eyes. The monks from the human and demon clans were clearly distinguished and passed through the door in twos and threes. Generally speaking, the demon cultivators relied on their strong bodies and had no taboos. Human cultivators Then be cautious, use your magic weapon, and be very careful.
More than half an hour has passed since the first group of monks entered the small world, and no accidents occurred. General Fox nodded to Quan Songhe, stepped forward, and his figure disappeared into the starlight, and his aura disappeared. Quan Songhe was a little restless, looked back at Hu Muxian, and advised: "Nephew Hu Xian, it is better not to take risks. Why not stay here to guard the door and wait for the arrival of the sect master?"
Hu Muxian smiled slightly and declined politely: "Master ordered my nephew to look for something. There may be an opportunity in the small world, so don't miss it."
He brought out the name of the Great Elder. Quan Songhe knew that it was most likely a lie, but he couldn't ignore it. He cast his eyes on the two people behind Hu Muxian with doubts. According to what Hu Muxian said, the man and woman were abandoned disciples of the Daigo Sect. The man's surname was Wei and his given name was Seventeen. Because he offended the head of the Daigo Sect, he destroyed Dantian Qihai and was expelled from the fairy city. He wanted to take revenge. The woman He is his new disciple in the secular world. He has practiced a little bit of Taoism and is mostly a disciple like Ding Lu. The Daigo sect's mental method emphasizes taking the path of others and enriching one's own wealth. If the sea of energy is destroyed, it can be cultivated again with more effort, but it will stop at the first level and cut off the path. Wei Shiqi still refused to give up and dug a hole in the sky to find Hu Muxian. It turned out that the Daigo Sect was exterminated and the secret book was left in the hands of Tu Zhenren, the elder of the Huashan Sect. He came here just for a discussion and was willing to be used by him. In exchange for the secret book of the sect, I had no intention of getting my hands on the treasures in the small world.
Quan Songhe did know about Daigo Sect's abandonment of disciples named Wei, and also knew that Tu Zhenren had several Daigo Sect secret books in his hands, but the timing of his appearance was too coincidental, making people suspicious. However, since Hu Muxian took them in and was willing to guarantee them, he could only bury his doubts in his heart and let them enter the small world.
Wei Shiqi took Li Yihe's hand and followed Hu Muxian through the starlight and came to the small world. Next to the door, there was an elder of the Lancang Sect in the Immortal City and a great demon who had been cultivating in the Demon Realm for many years. He was watching with eagerness for fear that someone would Fiddling with hands and feet secretly. Wei Shiqi secretly laughed. Although the twenty-eight star locks were opened, the star power did not dissipate. This portal was shrouded by star power and connected with the small world. It was as solid as a rock. If you try to break the door, you must suppress the power of a world. This is not easy. !
Looking up, the small world is a world of its own, but it is roughly similar to the outside world. The valleys, rivers, vegetation, birds and beasts are neither low nor overflowing with vitality. They have a unique sense of leisure, which shows the character of the tomb owner. Hu Muxian understood his thoughts deeply and unconsciously said: "What a great place! It would be great if I could stay here for a long time to practice cultivation!"
When the big demon heard this, he glanced at him and sneered: "If you want to monopolize a world, you don't even urinate and take pictures. Is this your destiny?" The Lancang sect elder knew Hu Muchian and frowned unconsciously. , when he was about to open his mouth and calm down, Hu Muxian said: "If I gain this world, would you like to be a guard dog?"
The big demon suddenly became furious. Hu Muxian's words pierced his heart. He was actually a big black dog. He had always been insulted by this and would not be touched by others. How dare that little human cultivator speak sarcastically. He was so impatient! His head was hot, and he was about to have an attack when he was suddenly suppressed by a violent breath. He separated the eight yang bones, poured down half a bucket of ice and snow water, trembled all over, and retracted obediently without saying a word. The elders of the Lancang Sect were very surprised. When did the demon dog become so easy to talk to? He couldn't help but glance at Hu Muxian, thoughtfully in his heart.
After subduing the poisonous dragon, slaying the mountain mandrill, and killing the mountain-shaking bear, the evil energy in Wei Shiqi's body was extraordinary. After releasing a little bit, he calmed down his anger, gave up his obsession, and resolved an unnecessary fight. When Hu Muxian saw it shrinking back, he snorted coldly and walked away without regretting it.
The three of them walked for several miles and turned into the depths of the mountain forest. Nothing unusual was seen along the way. The various things in the small world were no different from the ordinary world. Hu Muxian took out the flying shuttle from the bag and chanted a spell to infuse spiritual power. Unexpectedly, a flash of inspiration suddenly disappeared. The flying shuttle was lifeless and could not be moved. There was a growl in his stomach. Wei Shiqi took a few glances and said: "This place is the Tomb of Fusheng. To escape would be disrespectful to the owner of the tomb. It's probably because there are restrictions in place, so it's better to walk on two legs."
Hu Muxian felt that what he said made sense, so he moved to another place. He didn't want anyone to escape in his tomb. Who dared to be so presumptuous as to strike him to death with a bolt of lightning! Just when the thought came to mind, I heard a thunder in the distance, and the lightning flashed, splitting a demon bird into charcoal, black smoke curling up, and it fell into the air. Sure enough, if people share the same mind and principles, they should respect their seniors and masters. Even if they are dead, they can kill you casually!
The three of them trekked for most of the day. Not to mention the treasures, not even the monks from the two tribes of humans and monsters came across half of them. The small world was unusually large, and they bumped around like headless flies. They were trying to find a needle in a haystack. Hu Muxian thought for a moment, then solemnly took out an immortal talisman. The talisman paper was burnt yellow and crisp. It was a talisman made of blood for a long time, twisting and circling, with a dim color, running from beginning to end, and there was very little spiritual power left.
The aura of wildness rushed to my face, and the roar of wild beasts seemed to ring in my ears. This is the immortal talisman left by the ancient monks. Over thousands of years, the wild beasts have disappeared, and the talismans are also known for their exquisite changes. They can no longer be so rough. A powerful talisman.
Hu Muxian muttered a few words, bit his fingertips, and put a drop of blood on the talisman paper. The talisman came to life in an instant, and a bloody light rushed out, turning into a thin blood line, penetrating the void, and disappearing at the end of the field of vision. After a few breaths of trembling, the mist dispersed. The talisman paper turned into fragments and fell one after another. Hu Muxian's expression changed slightly. He didn't have time to explain anything, so he rushed away in the direction pointed by the blood line.
The blood lines dissipated one by one, and the speed became faster and faster. Hu Muxian secretly shouted "Oh no!" Unexpectedly, this "Xianxian Talisman" could not last for a few breaths. In desperation, he had to sacrifice another "Wind Talisman", and he was born with a single step. The wind tried its best to catch up, but couldn't catch up. In the midst of his busy schedule, he glanced back and saw Wei Shiqi holding Li Yihe under his arm, following him leisurely, one step away and still with enough energy left.
In front of Wei Shiqi, Hu Muxian was completely relaxed and had no self-consciousness about making a fat face. Seeing that he could not catch up with the blood line, he did not hesitate to ask for help. Wei Shiqi took a few steps forward, stretched out his left hand and held him under his arm. The blood in his body was surging, and his figure turned into a shadow. Following the blood line, he climbed the mountain and stepped on the fog, as if walking on flat ground, and galloped out in an instant. Thousands of miles away.
The blood line suddenly stopped and disappeared. Wei Shiqi let go of his arm and gently put Hu and Li down. Hu Muxian thanked him, rubbed his stiff face, stretched his muscles a little, raised his head and looked up, there was a loud bang in his head, as if he was in a daze.
