When Mo Qianli finally regained his breath, his first words were: "My mother, I almost got sucked dry!"
Liu Qinghuan looked at Mo Qianli speechlessly: "Can we leave? We must leave here as soon as possible."
Mo Qianli finally recovered, took another sip of wine, stood up, smacked his lips and said, "Thankfully I have this monkey wine, otherwise I would have had to meditate for a long time."
The two of them left the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers. When Mo Qianli saw the big hole in the mountain road, there was a hint of shock on his face: "This Immortal-Destroying Branch is so terrifying!"
After thinking about it for a while, I regretted my decision: "I finally got this branch, but I only killed one monkey king. It's not worth it!"
"If it weren't for the strange terrain here, you wouldn't even be able to kill a single monkey king." Liu Qinghuan poured cold water on him: "If you wanted to stand there and shoot arrows outside, you would have died ten or eight times."
Mo Qianli thought about it, and it was right! But he was still unconvinced: "I can't cultivate enough now. If my cultivation was higher, shooting it wouldn't be a snap."
The two of them bickered all the way out of the stone path and flew out of the mountains. They did not forget that there was a large group of Aoki Monkeys that might catch up.
After flying out of this mountain range, they stopped, chose a suitable place to set up a protective circle, and adjusted their breaths.
Half a day later, Mo Qianli looked excitedly at the six rough stone jars in front of him and asked, "Brother Liu, how do you divide them?"
Liu Qinghuan, who was sitting aside, said: "These tanks are large and small. Some have all turned into wine, and some have only half of them. It would be a pity if we only take the wine now, because the spiritual flowers and fruits inside are all.
It's an excellent thing. Let's just divide it into stone jars."
Mo Qianli thought about it and thought it made sense: "Yes. And the longer the wine is allowed to mature, the better the effect will be."
In the end, after weighing it up, the two finally divided the four jars containing wine equally. Each person could get four or five gourds of monkey wine.
Of the two remaining ones, Liu Qinghuan gave up on the one that had already been brewed and chose the one that had just been brewed.
Mo Qianli said a little embarrassedly: "Brother Liu, I'm taking advantage of you this time."
Liu Qinghuan put away the vat and said, "What do you mean you took advantage of me? This doesn't sound right to you. Although my vat has not yet produced wine, it is much bigger than your vat, so it should be said that I took advantage of you.
It’s just cheap.”
Having said that, no one knows whether these stone jars can continue to turn into wine after leaving the Aoki Monkey's lair.
"Moreover," Liu Qinghuan continued: "If it hadn't been for your arrow this time, we wouldn't have been able to kill the Monkey King so easily. You should have taken more points."
"Hehe." Mo Qianli smiled mischievously: "That's a good thing to say! But..."
He said sternly: "Although the power of the Immortal Destroying Branch is amazing, with my current strength, I can only barely send it out. If I want to do anything else, I can't. If Brother Liu hadn't risked his life to kill the Monkey King on the mountain road,
Block it, and the monster monkey will escape without a trace when I draw the bow."
"Oh." Liu Qinghuan clutched her storage bag expressionlessly: "I have used up all those iron-needle cactus seeds, don't even think about going back!"
Mo Qianli laughed loudly: "It's easy to talk. Brother Liu, what are you going to do next?"
"Continue to hunt monsters."
"Ah, me too!" Mo Qianli pretended to be surprised and said, "Let's go, let's go together, hahaha."
Liu Qinghuan finally knew that he had met a rogue.
He took out the record jade pendant and checked his contribution points, and was surprised to find that there were more than three hundred points.
Mo Qianli also took out the jade pendant to check, and exclaimed: "Why do I suddenly have so many extra contribution points?"
"I also have a lot more, probably from killing the Green Wood Demon Monkey before."
"But we didn't kill many, right?"
Liu Qinghuan guessed: "There was a fire in the valley at that time, and many monster monkeys who were choked by the smoke were killed in the flames. These can probably be considered as contributions."
Mo Qianli clapped his legs and said regretfully: "If I had known this, it would have been okay. If we had driven all the monkeys in the mountains and forests outside into the valley..."
Liu Qinghuan rolled his eyes, stood up and walked out.
"Hey, Brother Liu, where are you going?" Mo Qianli hurriedly caught up.
From then on, Liu Qinghuan and Mo Qianli teamed up to hunt monsters in Qushang Swamp. The efficiency of two people was naturally much higher than that of one person. After the battle with the Monkey King, the two also developed some tacit understanding, and they were able to kill like a fish in water.
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Mo Qianli has a lot of weird things on his body, and the spiritual weapons he uses are even weirder.
Once after killing a monster, when Mo Qianli was putting away his spiritual weapon, Liu Qinghuan couldn't hold it back and asked, "Mo Qianli, are you pretending to be a woman?"
Mo Qianli's face turned dark and he said in a rough voice: "Brother Liu, what do you mean?"
Liu Qinghuan pointed to the green flower hairpin in his hand: "I see that many of the spiritual weapons you use are only used by female cultivators..."
When he mentioned this, Mo Qianli couldn't help but vomited his bitterness: "Brother Liu, my life is so miserable! You don't know the pain of being in a sect that is almost all women. In the Xingyue Palace, plus I only have a few men.
Xiu, I live such a miserable life every day! Tsk tsk! Every day I am surrounded by groups of senior and junior sisters, and they are so noisy that my ears are almost deafened..."
Liu Qinghuan spoke concisely and concisely: "Tell me the important point!"
Mo Qianli was discouraged: "The spiritual weapons in Xingyue Palace all have this style."
Liu Qinghuan patted his shoulder sympathetically and said nothing. Apart from Mo Qianli, the only other Xingyue Palace disciple he knew was Mu Yinyin, but Mu Yinyin was a martial artist and he had never seen her use other techniques.
Spiritual weapon.
Thinking of Mu Yinyin, Liu Qinghuan's eyes flashed for a moment, then turned back to normal.
They took materials from the corpse of the monster that could be sold as spiritual stones, and then continued to look for the next one.
In Qushang Swamp, there are only a handful of monks like Liu Qinghuan and Mo Qianli who hunt monsters, and their number is still increasing.
The first and second-level monsters in Qushang Swamp have suffered a complete disaster. No matter how powerful the monsters are, if they kill an invading monk, another one will come; if they kill a pair, another group will come.
Ever since the Seal War hundreds of thousands of years ago, the Qushang Swamp has never been so lively. An endless stream of monks enter the swamp from all directions, killing monsters or being killed when they see them.
The swamp is full of life-and-death struggles between humans and monsters. Either you die or I die. The blood dripping on the ground is unknown whether it belongs to the monks or the monsters.
Another month and a half passed like this.
The eyes of the entire Yunmengze Continent are focused on Qushang Swamp and Haoyuan City.
In the past few days, the number of sect monks in Haoyuan City has suddenly increased again. The second batch of disciples sent by each sect has arrived one after another in these days, and the number is even greater than the first time.
When the Hongmeng seven-colored roc that covered the sky and the sun entered Haoyuan City, countless monks raised their heads to watch.
"Oh, what a big bird!"
"I know this bird belongs to the Wenshi sect!"
Because the Dapeng was so big, it wandered around Haoyuan City twice, but could not find a place to land. The Nanshan Square was now so crowded that there was no place to stick a pin.
Several people flew out from the top of the mountain in the city and guided the roc down to a flat area on the top of the mountain.
This time the Wenshi Sect sent out a total of 500 people, nearly 100 foundation-building disciples, and 7 people in the elixir-formation stage. The leader of the team was also replaced by Nascent Soul elder Ming Yangzi.
Ji Yue, Master Mei Qing, and Master Wensong hurriedly came forward to pay their respects.
Ji Yue was different from the others. He adhered to the etiquette of a disciple. He stepped forward and worshiped: "Master."
Ming Yangzi nodded, but turned his head to look into the distance.
"Haha, Fellow Daoist Zhang, you are the last to arrive this time." He arrived before anyone else could say anything, and saw Lord Ling Yang of the Shaoyang sect flying out from a hall on the top of the mountain and approaching him with a smile.
Behind him, the leader of the Loose Cultivator Alliance, Zhenjun Shanhua, also followed up: "Fellow Taoist Mingyangzi, I haven't seen you for many years, but you still have the same style!"
Chu Zhiqiu of Ziwei Sword Pavilion, Feifeng Fairy of Yinxian Sect, and several other sects’ True Monarch Yuan Ying and True Master Jie Dan all came out to greet them one by one.
Mingyangzi cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Fellow Taoists, be polite."
After everyone had finished their greetings, Lord Shanhua made an invitation gesture: "Fellow Taoist, you've come just in time. We are discussing the recent changes in the situation in Qushang Swamp. Please go this way."
Mingyangzi nodded, turned to Ji Yue behind him and said, "First take the disciples back to the sect's headquarters."
Ji Yue and others respectfully sent the Nascent Soul cultivators away, then said hello and took the disciples to fly to the Wenshi faction's headquarters.