The man in the green robe ignored the three old men in the black robe and walked calmly to the huge head of the five-clawed dragon, raised his hand and grabbed the void with his five fingers.

A "squirt" sound!

The head exploded somewhere, and a black crystal core the size of a fist flew out from it. There were mysterious black patterns on the surface, which was the demon pill of the five-clawed Mo Jiao.

After a brief look at the young man's expressionless face, he closed the one, and then combined the five fingers into a hand knife, which was slightly blurred.

"Crack" sounded several crisp sounds, and the dragon's four giant claws were cut off.

After the young man put away his giant claws, his eyes turned and fell on the neck of the giant dragon.

There was a light silver scale that was nearly half past the time, which was completely different from the black scales around it. There were also a few light silver bone spurs around it, emitting amazing fluctuations of spiritual power.

There are also faint patterns on the scales and bone spurs that are similar to those on the demon pill.

The young man carefully took off the silver scales and bone spurs, took away several monster materials from the dragon's body, then stood up, turned around and looked at the three old men in black robe nearby.

Although there was no malice in the man's eyes, the old and the three of them still felt a little shocked, and they were sweating like rain, and they were at a loss.

The man in the green robe ignored the three of them and quickly withdrew his gaze, turning into a green rainbow, and flew towards the distance.

After the man completely disappeared from a distance, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief.

"This... is this dragon the five-clawed ink dragon we just mentioned?" The middle-aged Taoist priest said, looking at the black dragon's remaining body.

"It should be, and judging from this situation, this dragon is very likely to have advanced to the Mahayana!" The old man in black robe had just calmed down a little, and he nodded and said.

The young woman in green clothes and the middle-aged Taoist priest took a breath when he heard this.

"That senior can kill this dragon with bare hands, and judging from his appearance, he seems to have no power. Could it be that he is also a great monk in the Mahayana stage? I have seen the images of Senior Sima of Leng Yan Sect and Senior Heshan of Jing Yuanguan, and it seems that he is not one of them." The young woman in green clothes was still a little scared and said with confusion.

"Is it because of his appearance?" The middle-aged Taoist priest thought of a possibility.

"It shouldn't be. Judging from the wound of Mo Long, the senior just now should be a pure force cultivator, and it is probably not those two seniors." The old man in black robe shook his head.

"It's not them, there are other Mahayana periods in this Linghuan Realm?" The young woman in green was a little surprised.

"There is another... Have you forgotten that Senior Han Li, who destroyed the Tiangui Sect a few years ago, was a powerful cultivator!" When the old man in black robe said this, he unconsciously lowered his voice a little.

"That legendary Senior Han... That's right, he looks very young as the rumors. Could it be that it's him!" The young woman in green couldn't help but lit up slightly.

"It is rumored that Senior Han is a banished immortal from the immortal world, and he is a real immortal!" The middle-aged Taoist priest also said excitedly.

As the three of them spoke, their eyes soon fell on the body of the Five-Clawed Molong, and their eyes were filled with hot light.

Although Han Li looked down on this dragon's body and gave it up, for the three god-transforming cultivators, even a small piece of dragon flesh and blood would probably cause a big sensation when they were taken back.

You know, this is the flesh and blood of the Mahayana monster!

...

The Tianjing Sect has a history of 200,000 to 300,000 years. Although its foundation is not as good as the Leng Yan Sect and the Realm Yuan Temple, there are several fusion stage monks in the sect, and their strength cannot be underestimated.

However, this sect has always been low-key and is not very famous in the Linghuan world.

At this time, there was a huge martial arts training ground inside the Tianjing Sect.

A dazzling golden light flashed, making a loud thunderous sound!

An old man in silver robe flew backward like a kite, hitting the open ban around the martial arts field. With a wow, he opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of blood, dyeing the collar in front of him red.

A light golden bowl flew backwards, with a dim surface and a dull and seemingly suffering from heavy injuries.

Opposite the old man, a monk in green robe stood in the void, with a layer of green light covering his face. He couldn't see his appearance clearly, and slowly retracted his outstretched right hand.

Outside the martial arts field, there were three fusion monks around. When they saw this scene, they were shocked and hurriedly lifted the ban around the martial arts field and flew down to the old man in silver robe, staring at the monks in the blue robe in the distance with a look of alert.

"Great Elder, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, this fellow Taoist has already shown mercy." The old man in silver robe took out a yellow elixir and took it, and his face gradually became better.

As soon as these words were spoken, the three people around were stunned.

"Fellow Taoist strength is extraordinary, I can't even take a single move of your superior. I'm ashamed." The old man in silver robe bowed his hand to the green-robed monk in the air and said with a wry smile.

"Since you have admitted defeat, as agreed, you can hand over the eight-treasure jade." The green-robed monk said calmly, and it sounded like he was not old.

The old man in silver robe had no choice but to say to a big man in the fusion period beside him.

Although the man looked unwilling, he still stomped his feet and shot out.

After a moment, he flew back, holding a white jade box several feet long and half a foot wide in his hand, and handed it to the old man in silver robe.

The old man gently stroked the jade box with his hand, and a trace of reluctance flashed in his eyes. He waved his hand and emitted a golden light wrapped around the jade box and handed it to the monk in the green robe.

The monk in the green robe reached out to catch the jade box, and a green light flashed on his fingers and pointed it on the jade box.

With a slight "crack" sound, the white jade box slowly opened itself, and there were several pieces of white jade of different sizes inside. Although it seemed ordinary, there were vague eight-colored spiritual lights flowing on the surface, which was quite unique.

The monk in the green robe nodded, covered the lid, and flipped his hands away.

"This sect has accumulated these top-quality eight-treasure chalcedony ores in ten thousand years. I hope the fellow Taoists can use it properly." The old man in silver robe sighed and said.

"Don't worry, you, I will naturally not let these exquisite jades be buried." The monk in the green robe smiled and then flicked his fingers.

A white light flew out and fell to the old man in silver robe, but it was a storage bracelet.

"I won't take away any items from the noble sect. The things in it should be enough to compensate for these eight-treasure exquisite jades." The green-robed monk said lightly, then his body shook into a green rainbow, and disappeared into the sky with a flash.

The old man in silver robe explored his spiritual sense into the storage bracelet, and his expression was shocked.

There were a large number of spirit stones, a batch of ten thousand-year-old spirit herbs and some extremely precious monster materials.

In terms of value, it is indeed not inferior to those eight-treasure exquisite jades, and even a few more points.

...

In just a few months, some bizarre things happened one after another in the Linghuan Realm.

The rare materials, or secret techniques of several sects, and the sect classics were taken away by a mysterious person one after another.

This person came from and had a very high level of cultivation, but his behavior was quite appropriate. The sects that had been taken away received considerable compensation, so they did not arouse public anger from the major sects in the Linghuan Realm. Instead, they made many casual cultivators who were not concerned about their own affairs, and the disciples of the sect talked about it with relish.

This person suddenly appeared, and after being active for several months, he suddenly disappeared and never appeared again.

In the blink of an eye, another half a year passed.

In the southeast area of ​​Linghuanjie, there is an extremely huge red mountain range called the Huoyun Mountain Range, which stretches for hundreds of thousands of miles.

The most common one in the mountains is a huge volcano connected to one another, which sprays the ground with extremely hot magma all year round, and the air is filled with the pungent smell of sulfur, which is extremely hot.

Almost all mountains are black and red in color, like burning red stones. Even the clouds in the sky appear red in color all year round, so the Fire Cloud Mountains are named.

This is the largest fire spirit land in the Linghuan Realm, and it is also one of the several famous evil places in this world. Even cultivators with high cultivation levels dare to go deeper.

A huge abyss deep in the Huoyun Mountains, and at the deepest point is a magma river, rolling by, making a loud rumbling sound.

The surface of the magma flashed red, as if there were countless burning flames.

The temperature here makes the surrounding air blurry and twists and turns into a faint ripples.

A huge cave was dug out on a cliff stone wall less than a hundred feet away from the magma river, with various colors of light flashing inside, and various sharp roars from time to time.

On this day, a long roar like a dragon came out of the cave, and then an extremely thick white light column rose from the cave and rushed straight to the sky.

Two dragons and a huge bone armor phantom could be vaguely seen in the light column, and it would slowly dissipate after a long time.

In the cave, a man in green robe sat cross-legged here.

It was Han Li, and his face was full of joy at this moment.

Two treasures flashing with inspiration were suspended in front of him, one piece of bone-white armor, with a simple shape, and eight patterns were engraved on it, which seemed to be some shields, treasure umbrellas, ** and so on.

There was also a pair of silver ferocious fist gloves, with silver-white bone spurs on the fist gloves, which looked like two dragon heads.

Both magic weapons emit terrifying fluctuations of spiritual power.

Han Li's eyes slowly swept across these two magic weapons, and a hint of satisfaction flashed across his face.

This bone white armor is called Babao Linglong Bone Armor, and the boxing gloves are called Potian Fist Armor.

The two magic weapons were all found in the classics of the Tiangui Sect. They were not ordinary magic weapons. In a sense, they were magic weapons specially designed for the cultivation of the body. They required extremely strong physical strength to exert their powerful power.

Since Sima Jingming said that using this method of smuggling and ascension was very dangerous, he spent all his time collecting countless rare treasures and refining these two magic weapons in order to be on the safe side.

Han Li opened his mouth and squirted out a green light, put away the bone armor and fist armor, and fist armor. He flipped his hands and took out a piece of green jade book, which was a detailed map of the Linghuan Realm.

Several places were specially marked on the Jade Book map.

These are the locations of several weak space nodes he found from various sects, but he has not personally verified them.

After Han Li pondered for a moment, his eyes fell on a marking point in the southeast area of ​​the Jade Book map, and his eyes flashed slightly a few times.
Chapter completed!