More than ten days later, several escaping lights flew from the southwest and southeast of the deserted island at the same time, and invariably stopped outside the white sea fog.
These two teams are both Foundation Establishment Stage monks, and their number is not large. There are no more than three or four people, which is considered the standard number of people for Foundation Establishment Stage monks to go out to hunt monsters.
They were wearing blue and yellow robes respectively, obviously coming from two sects.
The leader of the group of monks in blue robes was an old man in Confucian robes. He looked at the other group of monks a hundred feet away. His face showed an extremely alert and solemn look at first, but after he saw the person clearly,
He immediately smiled and said loudly:
"Zhuo Youshi, I haven't seen you for a few years, but you are even more charming than before!"
Zhuo Ruting was slightly startled when she heard this. She stared at the old man in Confucian robes for a while before remembering that the other person was Protector Fan from the Haoshu Sect.
Miaoyin Sect and Haoshu Sect have many business dealings, and Zhuo Ruting has met this old man several times.
After discovering that the other party was a monk from a friendly sect, both parties secretly breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but fly closer. After all, more and more monks would definitely come here later.
As they flew closer, the bookish-looking early-stage foundation-building monks from Haoshu Sect still looked like gentlemen on the surface, but their eyes always glanced at the three female foundation-building cultivators led by Zhuo Ruting.
They didn't have any evil intentions, they were just curious that the scar on the other person's chest was a little deeper.
The female cultivators of the Miaoyin Sect are all proficient in the art of bewitching. How could they not know the thoughts of these bookworms, but at this time they all behaved relatively indifferently, obviously looking down on these monks of the Haoshu Sect.
"Protector Fan, I think the spiritual wave came from this sea mist. Why don't we work together to find out?"
Zhuo Ruting's eyes lit up, and she had obviously cast some kind of magic to enhance her vision, but what she saw was still a vast expanse of white. After looking at it for a while, she even felt slightly dizzy.
"That's inappropriate." The old man in Confucian robes shook his head attentively and said solemnly:
"Although that violent spiritual tide is most likely caused by the birth of a treasure, it may also be caused by the advancement of high-level monsters or the casting of spells by senior masters. If you break in rashly, you will definitely seek your own death.
It would be best for me not to be the pathfinder."
After hearing this, Zhuo Ruting couldn't help but nodded slightly. Anyway, there were many immortal cultivators rushing here, and there would always be impatient ones among them.
If someone really finds the treasure by then, it won't be too late to fight for it.
While the two were talking, they suddenly sensed three powerful magical auras coming from a distance, and couldn't help but look shocked.
There were actually three alchemy-forming monks arriving at the same time!
Not long after, a group of people from Yelong Island appeared above the sea fog.
The purple dragon-robed monk looked at Zhuo Ruting and his party, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, and a murderous aura arose spontaneously.
The Miaoyin Sect is one of the few sects that is close to Master Tianhuo, and Yelong Island definitely wants to kill Master Tianhuo and then quickly.
"Purple Dragon Envoy, more and more monks are gathering here. We should not cause unnecessary trouble. We should collect the treasures earlier."
Elder Jiang cupped his hands to persuade him, he didn't want his only chance to make up for his mistakes to cause any trouble.
"Hmph! They are lucky!"
The purple dragon-robed monk snorted coldly and turned his gaze to the sea fog. He could see at a glance that the fog had the effect of enchanting the mind. He immediately took out a folding fan and used his full mana to fan the sea fog three times.
Zhuo Ruting in the distance let out a long sigh of relief. Her heart palpitations just now were so scary.
The old man in Confucian shirt was also shocked that there happened to be three alchemy monks in the nearby waters on Yelong Island, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly on his face.
"Zhuo Youshi, it seems that even if there is a treasure, it is destined to fall into the hands of Yelong Island."
Everyone was a little reluctant, but at the moment they could only blame themselves for their bad luck. Only curiosity in their hearts kept them here.
I saw that that night after the monks in the alchemy stage of Long Island sacrificed their magic weapons, a whirlwind more than ten feet high quickly formed in front of them, roaring towards the sea fog below.
The strong wind stirred up the white mist, just like a giant's fingers stirring a bowl of white water. In an instant, most of the sea fog covering the desert island dissipated.
The remaining thin wall of mist revealed a strong multi-colored light, which aroused the minds of the immortal cultivators present.
"There is such a strong five-color treasure light, Protector Fan, do you know what kind of treasure can produce such a phenomenon?!"
Zhuo Ruting looked straight ahead, licking her lips that were dry due to her rapid breathing.
"I didn't know that. This is the first time I've seen such a vision. It's really eye-opening."
The old man in Confucian robes watched the strange phenomena revealed in the sea mist intently and marveled.
On the other side, the purple dragon-robed monk took back the magic weapon with an uncertain expression and said in a deep voice:
"The fan can't completely blow away the fog. It must be that this fog is not natural. It is most likely a covering formation set up by someone."
"What the Purple Dragon Envoy said is absolutely true, but judging from the strength of this formation, the person who is the first to reach it should not have reached Nascent Soul yet."
Elder Jiang gently stroked his beard and frowned.
"Could it be that Junior Nephew Huang and the others were killed and silenced because they broke into the person hiding the treasure here?"
A sudden flash of inspiration came to Elder Xia's mind, and he felt that this matter was extremely possible, otherwise no one would take the initiative to provoke them based on their reputation on Yelong Island.
"Hmph! This is the case for eight achievements. Elder Jiang, you and your disciples will enter the formation with me, while Elder Xia will stay outside the formation and block the other immortal cultivators who are coming three miles away!"
The purple dragon-robed monk said bitterly, immediately arranged the task and took the lead to fly towards the fog wall.
With an order, the monks from Yelong Island immediately divided into two groups.
One group was led by the monks in purple dragon robes and flew toward the fog wall. The other group was led by Elder Xia and six foundation-building disciples. They lined up in a row above the fog wall and looked coldly at the monks coming one after another.
"Fellow Taoists, you can watch the fun, but don't get too close!"
Elder Xia sacrificed a ferocious bone knife magic weapon and released the magic aura of his own monks in the elixir formation stage, frightening the monks from other sects who came one after another so that no one dared to approach.
At the same time, the purple dragon-robed monk and Elder Jiang had flown into the wall of fog. They felt their consciousness was stagnant for a moment, but after a moment of concentration, the strangeness disappeared without a trace.
The two sneered, and then flew forward for about a mile. Suddenly, their eyes opened up, and a desert island came into view.
"What is that!"
Elder Jiang was stunned by the giant multicolored ring that was nearly a hundred feet high and more than ten miles in diameter.
"What an amazing aura! Could it be that it's also a formation?!"
The purple dragon-robed monk's face instantly turned ugly. Sensing the massive spiritual energy of heaven and earth contained in the five-color giant ring, his breathing couldn't help but stop.
If this is really a formation, then those who can set it up must be Nascent Soul stage monks. They may have already sent the sheep into the tiger's mouth!
"Look, Lord Dragon Envoy, there seems to be someone in the middle of the giant ring!"
A disciple in the foundation building stage exclaimed.
Everyone looked in the direction pointed by the disciple, and saw a pale-faced young male cultivator sitting cross-legged in a huge pit, his brows trembling, as if he was at a critical moment in his exercise.
What is even more eye-catching is that there is a golden ball suspended above this person's head, and the previous spiritual tide was composed of golden spiritual energy, which people can't help but associate with it.
"Purple Dragon Envoy, this person seems to be just a monk in the early stage of pill formation, and his breath is unstable, as if he has just been seriously injured."
After Elder Jiang sensed it clearly, he said with murderous intent.
"You and I work together to kill this person and never let him have the chance to use the treasure on his head!"
The purple dragon-robed monk immediately thought that the monk in the center of the giant ring made a mistake when refining the heavy treasure, causing the spiritual energy of the heavy treasure to leak out, and he was also seriously injured.
Elder Jiang did not want to try the magical power of the golden ball. Without saying a word, he and the purple dragon-robed monk flew forward and sacrificed their respective magic weapons together.
I saw two long swords, one purple and one yellow, drawing out two streaks of light and shooting towards the monks in the huge pit.
However, seeing that he was about to be destroyed physically and mentally, the monk's expression suddenly calmed down, and there was even a sneer on the corner of his mouth.
In an instant, the purple dragon-robed monk and Elder Jiang felt a warning sign in their hearts. They quickly raised their magic power and used all their strength to hold up the protective spiritual shield.
At this moment, a dazzling golden light shot out from the golden ball, instantly enveloping the two monks in the formation stage of Yelong Island.
The golden light penetrated the protective spirit shields of the two of them as if they were nothing, and then they felt an itch all over their bodies, and their eyes fell into boundless darkness.
The three Yelong Island disciples who followed him saw a horrific scene that they would never forget.
After being brushed by the golden light of the golden ball, the two elders stood frozen in mid-air. The next moment, their bodies squirmed strangely, and exploded into countless screaming, finger-sized insects with a "bang"!
Their hair, eyeballs, organs, and even bones seemed to have a life of their own, turning into insects of various shapes.
These insects did not last long. After a few breaths, they exploded one after another and turned into balls of rotten flesh.
"Demon...demon!"
The three foundation-building disciples were immediately frightened and fled frantically towards the island.
At this time, the golden ball spread out its wings, and a carved head with a delicate crown crystal between its eyebrows slowly lifted up, looking up to the sky and letting out a loud and clear cry.
Xiaojin, reborn!
"Kill them all, leaving no one behind."
Luo Hong said coldly that it was precisely because he had noticed Xiao Jin's awakening that he did not forcibly interrupt the exercise.
Since these people have seen the colorful giant ring, they must be silenced!
After receiving the order, a fierce look flashed in Xiao Jin's eyes, he flapped his wings, and used his innate magical power, Golden Light Escape, but his escape speed was unknown how many times faster than before.
In more than ten breaths, she caught up with the three people who were fleeing. After revealing her body, she immediately spread her wings and countless golden lightsabers shot out from her wings.
Two of them tried to resist with magic weapons, but they were quickly pierced by lightsabers and cut into pieces.
The other person was smarter, his skin suddenly turned red, his escape speed doubled instantly, he escaped from the light sword rain, and took advantage of Xiao Jin to kill two of his sect members, and escaped into the fog wall.
Naturally, Xiao Jin would not let this person go, so he flapped his wings and chased after him again.
At this time, the monks outside the fog wall were still unaware of the radical change on the desert island. Elder Xia still kept a stern face and refused to let the monks from other sects get close to the fog wall. Little did he know that they were already in disaster.