The two retreated to a stone room in the deepest part, far away from the three people.
Liu Qinghuan was fine, but Mo Qianli's ice silk cloak could never escape the opponent's deliberate search.
Although there are many passages here, the straight-line distance is not far. When they pass by, the chance of Mo Qianli being discovered is very high.
If you were caught and had your storage bag robbed, it would be a trivial matter, but your life would most likely be in danger.
At this time, there was an astonishing fluctuation of spiritual power over there, and it seemed that those people had begun to attack the restrictions of the medicine garden.
Mo Qianli asked worriedly: "Brother Liu, what should I do?"
Liu Qinghuan pondered for a moment and said, "You hide here first and don't run around. I'll sneak over and take a look."
He patted the hand that was clutching his right arm.
"Can you do that?" Mo Qianli stopped him, "It's better not to go. Those are genuine golden elixirs! If you are discovered, I won't be able to save you."
Seeing that Liu Qinghuan was still going, he had no choice but to say: "Be careful!"
After Liu Qinghuan warned him again to hide and not come out, he slipped out of the stone room.
He focused his consciousness within three feet of the surrounding area, and gradually reached the place where there were only two passages away from the medicine garden. From here, he could see the scene over there from a distance, so he stopped, not daring to get any closer.
Although the Ziyun Peng is made of ice crystal snow silk, he has never used it in front of the Golden Core cultivator. He doesn't know if it can withstand the other party's probing, so it's better to be safe first.
I saw that the three of them were all men, and they seemed to be quite familiar with each other. They were chatting while attacking Gray Fog.
"Brother Liu, are you sure you can break this restriction?" The only old man among them looked at the restriction in front of him and asked with great suspicion.
Their attacks hit the gray mist, which only caused the gray mist to surge faster, and there was no other movement.
The middle-aged male cultivator next to him, who was as burly as a tower, said in a loud voice: "I have to give it a try. Are you willing to give up the Huntian Fruit and the Jade Heart Grass?"
The third person is a boy who is only about three feet tall. Although he is round and has a sky-high braid on his head with a red rope, he does not have the cuteness of a child at all.
He was wielding a big sword, which was taller than him and looked quite shocking.
I just heard him smile sinisterly, his voice was childish but his tone was extremely old: "Anyway, I have re-established a vicious ten-kill formation at the entrance of the cave. Even Nascent Soul can block it. I still don't believe it.
, the three of us can’t break through this restriction that has existed for hundreds of thousands of years!”
The fierce ten-kill formation? Liu Qinghuan's complexion changed drastically, and he couldn't help but curse the boy in his heart.
Fortunately, they didn't rush towards the cave entrance rashly, otherwise they might have been hit and no bones would be left.
The middle-aged monk said: "Brother Wang, if you are impatient, you can help us search the cave at the back first. It will take a lot of effort for us to break this restriction, and even if we break it, it will only be a matter of time for you to come back.
"
The old man sneered in his heart. He was sure that as soon as he left, these two people would use thunderous means to attack the restriction. Once they took out the Huntian Fruit and Jade Heart Grass into their pockets, and then wanted them to spit it out, then
It's harder than climbing to the sky.
He smiled gently and said: "You are not in a hurry, why should I be in a hurry?" He suddenly turned around and said: "There are traces of the battle everywhere outside. Someone has visited this place before. Do you think they will be here right now?"
In this cave?"
Liu Qinghuan's heart thumped and she stopped breathing!
At the same time, three powerful rays of consciousness swept through him like strong winds.
He held onto Ziyunpeng tightly, his palms feeling wet and warm.
Fortunately, those three rays of consciousness did not stop. After scanning the cave, the voices of the three people started talking again.
Liu Qinghuan slowly opened his clenched fists and lowered his heart that was in his throat back to its original position.
Fortunately, he asked Mo Qianli to wait at the deepest part of the cave, otherwise he would probably be exposed this time.
"It's impossible. I saw the traces left by those magic weapons, and they are all only at the level of foundation-building monks. If they were in this cave, it would be impossible to escape the consciousness of the three of us."
"The magic circle at the door has not been damaged. It took us more than half an hour to break through that magic circle, so it is impossible for the foundation-building monks to get in."
At this time, the old man coughed: "Fellow Blood Refiner, do you still want to hide your Thousand Soul Pan at this time?"
The boy sneered in a sharp voice: "Aren't you also unwilling to take out your five ghosts?"
Liu Qinghuan's heart moved, and she glanced at the old man quietly again. She saw the old man using a black fly whisk, and as he swung it, a streak of ink light hit the gray mist.
I didn't feel it just now, but now I suddenly realized that the ink light had an evil and cold aura.
It seems that the Taixuanji really big cave is now a mixed bag of fish and dragons, with all kinds of high-level monks running rampant.
And monks like him in the early stage of foundation building are probably the lowest among them, and they can only survive in the cracks.
At this time, the middle-aged male cultivator suddenly stopped and snorted: "I think we should make an agreement before breaking the ban, so as not to start a fight later."
He looked at the two men sinisterly, and both the boy and the old man looked at each other with concentration.
Among the three, the middle-aged male cultivator has the highest cultivation level, which is the middle stage of the Golden elixir. The old man and the boy are both in the early stage of the Golden elixir, and the old man's cultivation level is higher than that of the boy. But the boy's methods are vicious, and if the two of them fight, it may not be possible.
Will lose.
"I don't care what happens to you two." The middle-aged male cultivator said in a strong tone: "That Huntian Fruit belongs to me, Feixincao, you two can discuss it among yourself."
After saying that, he stood aside with a cold look.
Both the old man and the boy looked a little ugly.
The Huntian Fruit has a chance of allowing monks to form a Taoist body, and it is a truly heaven-defying fairy grass. The Emerald Heart Grass only makes it easier for spiritual beasts to transform, but has no effect on monks at all. It is not comparable to the Huntian Fruit.
But the situation was stronger than the human. After thinking for a moment, the old man smiled and said: "Fellow Blood Refiner, my green scale is now approaching the third-level mid-level. Although it is still far from transformation, it is always right to prepare first. Why don't I give it to you?
Fellow Taoist, I have a black gold stone, how about you give me the jade heart grass?"
After hearing what he said, the boy's face was so gloomy that it could drip with water: "Are you two planning to use your cultivation to deceive others? What if I don't want to!"
The middle-aged male cultivator laughed maliciously but said nothing.
The old man laughed and said, "My fellow Taoist, what you said is wrong. My black stone is no less valuable than the jade heart grass."
Of course, he was talking about the ordinary jade heart grass, and the one in the medicine garden is obviously thousands of years old.
The boy finally compromised: "But when I search the cave later, I want to choose one thing first!"
The old man and the middle-aged male cultivator looked at each other and nodded in agreement.
Now the three of them stopped wasting time and used their most powerful methods.
The old man held a black fly whisk in his left hand, and took off a green bag from his waist with his right hand. He silently recited a spell and shook the mouth of the bag downward: five ghost heads with disheveled hair and split mouths to the ears rushed out of the bag.