Chapter 899 (Monthly Ticket for Destroying Huan Yun)
Among the dense foliage all around, several people stood cautiously in a secret place.
"A golden elixir cultivator? Senior Brother Xunli, did the lightning disaster just come for him?" A young man looked in disbelief. He looked at Qin Xuan's voice through the dense leaves.
"Impossible, how can a person in the Golden Core realm trigger a thunder tribulation? There must be a great treasure born!" The slightly older middle-aged man next to him flashed his eyes.
Both of them were low-level cultivators of the God Transformation. They stayed on the first floor to look for opportunities. Later, they were alerted by the thunder tribulation and came here to explore.
Not only these two people, but also monks everywhere looked at Qin Xuan with changing eyes.
Qin Xuan stood with his hands behind his hands. Based on his perception, he had naturally noticed it already.
"Two people?"
Qin Xuan smiled softly, and suddenly, he stepped lightly.
"What? Disappeared?"
"No, he's coming for both of us!"
The expressions of the two god-transforming monks wearing Huanyun Sect costumes changed slightly, and they immediately spread their spiritual consciousness to capture Qin Xuan's voice.
"It's amazing that a person in the Golden Core realm can reach such speed, but he dares to seek death!" The middle-aged monk suddenly smiled gloomily, with greed and murderous intent in his eyes, "That's fine, I would like to see what kind of secret treasure he got.
It can actually trigger thunder and disaster."
Before his voice fell, his consciousness was already slashing out like a knife, heading straight towards Qin Xuan.
In silence, the middle-aged monk's expression suddenly changed.
He stepped suddenly and flew backwards.
"Walk!"
He was horrified that the opponent's golden elixir cultivator was able to ignore his spiritual attack.
The young man beside him took a step slower, and soon his body froze.
He stared at Qin Xuan, who suddenly appeared in front of him. He was dressed in gray and had gray hair. His whole body seemed to be locked by a blue dragon. The illusion that he would be doomed if he moved made a thin layer of cold sweat form on the young man's forehead. His eyes were even more faintly lustful.
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"What are you doing?" the middle-aged monk yelled, somewhat anxiously.
The young man opened his mouth, and just as he was about to reply, Qin Xuan had already moved.
He raised his palm silently, and slowly raised his hand like a magic hand. On his fingertips, a wisp of mysterious thunder danced gently, like an arc of electricity.
As Qin Xuan's fingers moved slightly, Qin Xuan's voice disappeared in just a moment.
Qingze appeared under his feet and appeared behind the young god-transforming monk.
A little burnt black appeared on the young man's forehead, and a magic storage weapon appeared in Qin Xuan's hand.
His peripheral vision fell on the middle-aged god-transforming monk several hundred meters away, and he stepped on it again.
"What!"
The middle-aged man's pupils shrank suddenly, full of fear. In just a flash, he saw Qin Xuan very close at hand.
Then, he felt a pain in the middle of his eyebrows, and immediately, his whole body seemed to fall into an endless abyss and fell into darkness.
Qin Xuan raised his hand, and there was a jade pendant and a storage bag floating quietly on Yaoyi's palm.
Then, his eyes passed through the dense forest, and he saw a pair of eyes in the dense forest that were filled with endless fear, as if they were seeing a demon.
Qin Xuan put away the two storage magic weapons, stepped on them, and disappeared into this layer of dense forest, as if he had never appeared before.
It wasn't until Qin Xuan disappeared that the two great god-transforming monks from Huanyun Sect swayed slightly and fell to the ground.
"What!?"
"The two Xunli people are dead!"
"How did that young man do it?"
"horrible!"
A sound of frightened voices rang out from the dense forest, and several great monks looking at Qin Xuan's disappearing figure seemed to be falling into the dark world.
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On the second floor of Tianxiao Pavilion, Qin Xuan passed by on the first floor. Except for those two people, he had never seen any monks from the Huanyun Sect.
This was also what he expected. The Huanyun Sect used to have two hundred great monks who transformed themselves into gods outside Tianxiao Pavilion. Now, more than seventy of them were lost in his hands. Most of them were chasing him, and the rest
There are not many monks who do not obey Liuzheng's orders, and they are scattered in various levels to seek opportunities.
Compared to the first floor, the number of monks on the second floor increased tenfold.
Wanjuan Tower!
There are many tall towers, and the restrictions are vast.
These techniques have little effect on the four major forces such as Tianyun Sect. After all, the Supreme Inheritance is owned by all four major forces. Compared with the four-story Wanbao Tower and the five-story Xuandan Tian, it is insufficient.
But for the Northern Wilderness countries, this second level of many magical powers is the top priority.
The most lacking thing among the Northern Wilderness countries is inheritance. Otherwise, in such a vast Northern Wilderness and hundreds of millions of miles of wasteland, there would not be only two major third-rank sects, but not one or third-rank great country.
Qin Xuan entered the second floor, and with a slight movement of his feet, he passed by the tall towers, and his senses spread out, looking for the figure of the Huanyun Sect monk.
In front of a pagoda, several Huanyun Sect disciples frowned.
Not only that, there were also several other monks from the Northern Wilderness Kingdom who were friendly with this Huanyun Sect monk.
"Changxi, Xunyou, are you sure that there is a magical power in this pagoda?" A monk from a great country spoke slowly, his brows furrowed.
"Of course, this restriction is so difficult that we and the three of us can't break it together. Otherwise, how can we ask for help?" A skinny great monk of the Transformation God shook his head.
"Then why don't you ask for a fellow disciple?" The fat monk on the side frowned, slightly suspicious.
The skinny middle-aged man sneered, "My senior brothers and uncles are all on the fourth floor. I have a weak apprenticeship, so magical powers are more important to me than magic weapons!"
"If it weren't for a man named Chang Qing from the Tianyun Sect who caused a big mess, I wouldn't be like this!" As he said this, a hint of anger flashed in the skinny middle-aged eyes.
"Tianyun Sect Changqing!" The faces of the surrounding god-transforming monks changed slightly, and they naturally heard this.
A monster appeared in Tianyun Sect, and he actually destroyed more than 70 great god-transforming monks of Huanyun Sect by one person. He even killed Lu Gan from Huangbao Tower. He even had to force Huanyun Sect and Huangbao Tower to join forces.
A large formation was set up at the entrance to the fourth floor to strictly check people passing by.
"Don't worry, that guy named Chang Qing still can't shake our Huanyun Sect. Isn't he hiding in Tianxiao Pavilion like a shrunken turtle now?" The thin middle-aged man said coldly and proudly: "You fellow Taoists have a good relationship with me. I
Only then will I contact you all to share this magical power. If I wait until Chang Qing dies and my colleagues from the Huanyun Sect are free, there will be no chance!"
As the words fell, the surrounding god-transforming monks couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
"Okay! Xunyou, I will trust you once!"
"You better not lie to me, otherwise I will never let you go!"
Immediately, the other great god-transformation monks agreed and followed Xunyou's orders, preparing to condense their spiritual arts and sacrifice magic weapons to bombard the ban.
At this moment, everyone's expressions suddenly changed slightly.
"who!?"
Xunyou suddenly turned his head and looked at a figure approaching in the distance.
The man in gray clothes and gray hair walked for a walk, as if Tianxiao Pavilion was a tourist attraction.
Only those eyes, as calm as water, gave people the illusion of being as indifferent as the sky.
Qin Xuan looked at the great monks who transformed themselves into gods indifferently, and his eyes paused slightly.
"Four people?"
He slowly stretched out his hands, and his dark bones were full of monsters.
"Tianyun Sect Changqing is here to kill the people of Huanyun Sect!"
"No one is waiting!"
Qin Xuan looked indifferent and slowly uttered one word.