At this time, the desolate and inhabited Linglu Mountains were still as usual.
Within a thousand miles radius, a faint layer of miasma enveloped the area.
suddenly.
A spiritual light shot out from afar.
The spiritual light suddenly paused and stayed over the Linglu Mountains.
Gong Zhiyang glanced at Xu Shi beside him and said calmly:
"But here!"
Hear the words.
"Master Qi, this is the place!"
Xu Shi quickly replied.
Immediately.
A vast spiritual consciousness spread from Gong Zhiyang's body.
In an instant, the formation under the ground was treated as if it were nothing in front of the vast spiritual consciousness and penetrated directly into the formation.
The huge space at the bottom of the mountain emerged in Gong Zhiyang's heart.
After a moment.
Gongsun Yang's eyes flashed coldly, and he said coldly:
"Sure enough, it's you!"
"I didn't expect you to hide here!"
at the same time.
In the underground space, in the central palace, sat a monk wearing a hooded black robe and a blood-striped mask on his cheek.
Sensing the vast spiritual consciousness, he knew that this place was exposed, and the person coming was the Nascent Soul Lord.
See this.
Although he didn't know which ancestor it was, he didn't hesitate and turned into a streak of blood and fled outside.
Gongzhiyang, who was standing in the sky, saw a bloody light escape and said coldly:
"Can you run away?"
A thought moved my mind.
An invisible wave dispersed instantly.
in a blink.
It was enveloped in that bloody light.
For an instant, time seemed to have stopped. The blood light stopped in place, but it still kept rushing forward. A figure could be vaguely seen in the blood light.
I saw Gong Zhiyang reaching out and a golden storage bag shot out and fell into his hand.
A tyrannical force of consciousness instantly destroyed the original owner's mark of consciousness.
Lean less.
Gong Zhiyang frowned and stretched out his hand to hold it. The figure was caught in front of him in the blink of an eye.
The master of the Blood Refining Sect, wearing a hooded black robe and a blood-patterned mask, glanced angrily at Gong Zhiyang and the traitor Xu Shi.
Immediately.
The leader of the Blood Refining Sect turned his eyes and no longer paid attention to the traitor Xu Shi. He showed an extremely unwilling look on his face and cursed:
"Old thief Gongzhi, you, the Blood Fiend Sect, are offering blood sacrifices to my 362 blood-related monks and countless clansmen on Qingya Island!"
"Today, even if I die here, you will never find Xue Linglong!"
As he talked about the Blood Refining Sect, in the dantian of the sect master, the blood-crow-like pattern on the surface of the golden elixir became increasingly red.
The golden elixir exuded a bloody halo, like an elixir that was about to explode.
Gongzhiyang felt the changes in the opponent's aura and spiritual pressure.
He snorted coldly and said:
"If you want to blow yourself up in front of me, you are not qualified!"
As Gong Zhiyang spoke, a stream of crystal-clear magic energy shot out from his fingertips and penetrated into the opponent's body.
"If you want to die, hand over Xue Linglong first."
"Otherwise, the Blood Evil Sect has plenty of means to let you explain clearly. You should understand!"
"Old man, do you really think I don't have any backup plans?"
The master of the Blood Refining Sect glanced at Gong Zhiyang angrily and said:
"burst!"
I saw a spiritual talisman shining in the lapel of my clothes, instantly connecting to the golden elixir in my body.
"boom!"
After a loud noise.
There is no trace of the Blood Refining Sect or its master here.
There was a crystal clear mana light curtain suspended in front of Gong Zhiyang.
Not only did Gong Zhiyang not suffer any harm, even Xu Shi's clothes were not in a mess.
But a hint of anger flashed in Gong Zhiyang's eyes, and it disappeared in a flash, but his expression remained as calm as dead water.
immediately.
His vast spiritual consciousness spread out and he searched carefully in the Linglu Mountains.
After a long time, I gained nothing.
I saw Gong Zhiyang reaching out and slapping it forward, and the spiritual energy swept over him and instantly turned into a giant palm holding up the sky. The texture on his palm was clearly visible.
"boom!"
The mountains in front of us were photographed as a giant crater measuring over a thousand feet, but its depth was unfathomable, and only a dark patch could be seen.
But originally there were many Blood Refining Sect monks in the underground space under the mountain.
At this time, they all turned into balls of fleshy foam, mixed with the soil, and were buried deep underground, with no one left alive.
See this.
Xu Shi was horrified in his heart. He did not expect that his new master would have such power.
He didn't feel any heartache for many of his fellow disciples of the Blood Refining Sect.
He joined the Blood Refining Sect. He was coerced before, but then it was just a matter of smooth sailing.
Therefore, Xu Shi does not have any feelings for the Blood Refining Sect.
Immediately.
Gong Zhiyang waved his hand and spread out a spiritual light, surrounding Xu Shi.
An instant later, the two disappeared in the Linglu Mountains.
It took a full hour before a monk came here.
Everyone was amazed when they saw the bottomless giant palm prints!
I don’t know what kind of master he is, who has such infinite power.
After that, many monks had different opinions. Some people speculated that it was done by the monks in the Golden Core Stage.
Some monks also speculated that it was a trace left by a venerable person in the transformation stage.
Of course, some monks accurately guessed that this was the handprint taken by a monk in the Nascent Soul stage.
What happened here spread quickly.
The transmission notes turned into streams of light and spread rapidly throughout the six countries.
At this moment.
Somewhere, two hundred feet deep underground, Cheng Buzheng was sitting cross-legged on the ground, practicing quietly.
suddenly.
He seemed to sense something, and immediately stopped practicing, opened his eyes, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.
Cheng Buzheng reached out and took out the jade talisman that was shining with white light in his arms.
Exploring spiritual consciousness.
Shaoyan.
Cheng Buzheng stood up directly.
Not long after.
A black and white spiritual light appeared in the secret room.
The spiritual light dissipated, revealing a monk with a stern face.
See this.
Cheng Buzheng once again replenished the mana for the two puppets.
Half a day later.
Cheng Buzheng stretched out his hand and put away the two puppets.
Immediately.
A thought moved my mind.
Cheng Buzheng turned into a black and white aura and escaped upward.
A black and white spiritual light shot out of the ground and shot towards the Baiyun Mountains.
This day.
A black and white spiritual light flew from a distance.
suddenly.
After a flash of inspiration, Cheng Buqing took out three small gray bags from his arms and then touched the storage bag on his waist.
He raised his right hand and a young monk with a stern face appeared in front of him.
The young man with a stern expression took the storage bag and flew directly to Baiyun City in the distance.
Cheng Buzheng continued to fly towards the sect...
The stern-faced monk entered Baiyun City and sold the last top-quality magic weapon, the Mysterious Spirit Scissors, in exchange for the spiritual stones, and then went in and out of major elixir shops to buy elixirs.
After going in and out, he spent more than 800 spiritual stones and walked towards the underground fire chamber in Baiyun City.
At this time, the second-level puppet is enough to refine the first-level elixir, but the second-level elixir 'Qingyun Dan' cannot be refined by the puppet. Only the main body can refine the second-level elixir.
It was also Cheng Buzheng who scrapped a batch of elixir and bought the result.