Chapter 629: Stepping through the iron shoes, there is nowhere to be found
The wind whistled in his ears, and the mountains and forests beneath him turned into a blur of light, which was difficult to see clearly because the speed was too fast. Liu Qinghuan rode a gray donkey, not far or near behind the cloud boat where the old man and the female cultivator were.
They had been chasing like this for most of the day, and they were already far away from the original mountainous area, and there was an unfamiliar grassland below them. If it weren't for the fact that the fairy treasure didn't run straight forward, but would make turns from time to time in the middle, with their cultivation level,
It should have been lost long ago.
Liu Qinghuan held her chin with her hand. After the initial freshness and excitement passed, she gradually felt bored: "The excitement is really not that good to watch. How long will it take to chase like this?"
He glanced behind him, and there were more and more people following him, but they were basically Nascent Soul cultivators, and those with higher cultivation levels had already gone ahead.
What's even more strange is that among these monks there are people from Jiuyou and Qingming, but all of them are very restrained, each occupying half of the sky.
Liu Qinghuan just thought about it and then understood. Immortal treasures were running around the world, sometimes to the realm of Qingming, and sometimes to the realm of Jiuyou. If they hit each other as soon as they met, then don't even think about doing anything.
All that's left is fighting.
Therefore, this rare tacit understanding was formed, and everyone kept chasing after each other.
The speed of the gray donkey gradually slowed down, and Liu Qinghuan did not rush him. He already had the idea of giving up.
There is no sign of the Immortal Treasure or those high-level monks in front of them. Although I can continue to pursue the fainter and weaker spiritual energy fluctuations, I can't help but feel that my interest in life has waned.
Obviously he was not the only one who thought this way, there were several people who slowed down like this. They all looked at each other and gathered together in unison.
"Everyone, are you not ready to continue chasing?"
Someone sighed and said, "Oh, no matter what you are chasing after, it will all be lost."
"Yeah, I got dizzy too. Seeing so many people chasing me, I followed suit and wasted most of the day."
"The Immortal Treasure is so good at running away. I even wonder if it is playing tricks on us monks by attracting so many people to follow it and run around."
Several people sighed for a long time, and Liu Qinghuan turned around and looked around: "Where are we?"
"After passing this grassland, go forward to the boundary of Jiuyou. On the left is a piece of Shuojin Wasteland, and on the other side is the Jingmingxu Realm."
Liu Qinghuan couldn't help but blurt out: "Quiet Destruction Realm? The border area of Mingshan Battle Territory?"
"Well, it's a restricted area, no one dares to enter."
"Haha, do you think the Immortal Treasure will go to the Realm of Silence and Destruction? That would be interesting. Probably except for a few Mahayana who can continue to chase, everyone else is completely out of luck."
At this time, someone took out a round bowl and poured a beam of spiritual light into it, and a rapidly changing picture appeared in the bowl.
He yelled "Hey": "The Immortal Treasure did not enter the Jingmingxu Realm, and was driven to the wasteland on the left by those major cultivators."
Others gathered around and looked at the round bowl in his hand. What was shown in the bowl was a barren land with countless mottled mine pillars. On the horizon very far away, a few large cultivators whose faces could not be seen clearly appeared.
It was blocked from all sides, but a touch of green was rushing left and right in the encirclement.
However, those few people obviously did not cooperate sincerely. They all wanted to catch the fairy treasure. When others were about to succeed, they decisively held back. So instead, they let the greenery catch a gap and fly out of the circle extremely quickly.
The scope of the picture displayed by the bowl.
"It really is!"
"Hehe, he let it escape again. Even so many repairmen didn't catch it."
"The Wanmu Zhengrong Nectar Vase is said to be a wood-attribute fairy treasure. Once it enters the desolate Shuojin Wasteland, I'm afraid it's not that easy to escape."
"Fellow Taoist, what kind of magic weapon is this? It can actually track the traces of immortal treasures."
The man smiled slightly arrogantly and said: "Zonghengge, you know, they sent a large number of people throughout the entire battlefield to find the whereabouts of the fairy treasure. This magic weapon was trained by them. If I hadn't been in Zonghengge
There is a close friend inside, but it is impossible to get it, but it cost a lot of money, and I still owe a favor."
Some people are envious and jealous: "My Taoist friend has so many connections. He can get everything in Zongheng Pavilion. I wonder if you are willing to give up your love. I am willing to help..."
"I want too……"
Liu Qinghuan shook his head uninterested, and casually glanced at the scene inside the round bowl again. There were still towering stone pillars, probably because the person holding the magic weapon on the other side was also trying hard to track them. The scene kept shaking, and occasionally he would be brought to the scene.
Beside you, you can see the figures of many monks.
His eyes suddenly became fixed, and he took a step forward and came close to Yuanbo.
The owner of the round bowl was startled by him: "What do you want to do?!"
"Don't move!" Liu Qinghuan shouted in a low voice: "Don't worry, I didn't want to rob you, I just suddenly saw a... friend inside."
To be precise, it was someone he had been looking for for a long time!
"Huh?" Everyone else stopped arguing and looked at Yuanbo again.
Liu Qinghuan stared intently. When the picture again saw a female cultivator in red, he raised his head and looked deeply to the left.
It is true that he has gone through the iron shoes and found nowhere, and there is a village with dark flowers and dark flowers. When he wants to find it, there is no way, but when he doesn't want to find it, it comes to his door.
Putting the gray donkey into the spirit beast bag, Liu Qinghuan cupped his hands and said: "Fellow Taoists, please take the first step!"
Others were a little confused, but since they met by chance, they naturally didn't ask any questions, so they all held their hands together and said, "Welcome friends."
"Fellow Taoist, are you going to the Shuojin Wasteland? I also intend to go there and have a look, why don't we come together?"
Liu Qinghuan smiled lightly: "Okay, then you can follow me."
As he spoke, he raised his feet, and a slight wrinkle suddenly appeared in the space under his feet. When he fell, he was nearly a hundred miles away, and then his figure flashed again, and when he reappeared, he became a small black dot on the horizon.
The person who said he wanted to go with him was dumbfounded: "This, this... this is too fast!" This caused the others to burst into laughter.
Liu Qinghuan used his fastest speed and rushed to the Shuojin Wasteland without stopping in the middle.
He was quite lucky. As soon as he entered the wasteland, he met some people with the same purpose. After confirming that there was no one he was looking for among them, he stopped using the shrinking technique and followed those people deep into the wasteland.
After more than half a day, a loud noise was heard in the distance, and a group of people couldn't help but become energetic and speed up one after another.
As we got closer, we saw more people stopping on the tall stone pillars, looking at the distant sky. There was a violent storm, the earth trembled, and the thick clouds seemed to collapse. From time to time, thunder exploded, and the light of the spell reflected.
The whole sky changed color.
All the newly arrived people were amazed and no longer approached when they saw this situation. They each looked for the stone pillars to fall and asked those who came first.
"Whose hands did the fairy treasure fall into?"
"Is there a fight over there?"
"What major repairs are there?"
Liu Qinghuan quickly scanned the stone pillars below. There were basically people on each stone pillar, ranging from one or two people to three or five people. The monks from Qingming and Jiuyou still occupied one side, but due to the restrictions of the terrain, Tianwei and Tianjin were not the same.
It's not that clear.
The higher the cultivation level, the closer to the sky, so this area is basically filled with Nascent Soul monks.
Soon, he found a female cultivator in red among a group of Jiuyou cultivators. She had a noble bearing and an indifferent expression. She raised her head and looked into the distance, and occasionally turned sideways to talk to the people around her.
Liu Qinghuan frowned secretly. In this situation, he was not allowed to act rashly.
Before the other party noticed it, he calmly looked away, searched for the boundary between the two parties, and selected a stone pillar where he could see the other party fall down at a glance, and said politely: "Fellow Taoist, I'm sorry for bothering you."
There was only a young male cultivator with a clear face on this stone pillar. He turned his head and looked at him, then stepped aside slightly.
"Thank you." Liu Qinghuan landed next to him and asked casually: "Do you know how the battle is going over there, fellow Taoist?"
The male cultivator thought for a while, spread his hands, and saw countless light spots emerging out of thin air, converging into a large open book. He looked at it and said: "Currently, the Immortal Treasure is in the hands of a major cultivator named Lin Changting."
This was the second time Liu Qinghuan had cast this spell, and he couldn't help but curiously asked: "Is this the genealogy of heaven and earth?"
The male cultivator smiled: "That's right. It's just a projection of the heaven and earth spectrum. You can check some rough information."
Liu Qinghuan came closer and saw two columns of text floating on the open pages of the book, which were similar to what appeared on the stone tablet in Huntian City, but there was no map that could change in real time.
"This is convenient." He nodded and added: "It's a pity that we can only wait for the results here. It would be great if we could go closer and have a closer look. I have never seen a Mahayana monk fighting. By the way.
, Fellow Taoist, do you know how many major cultivators there are?"
The male cultivator has been here for a long time, and he doesn't mind anyone talking: "When I came here, there was already a fight there. I heard from people around that there should be three or four, and another one came from behind, probably in the entire Mingshan battle area.
The major repairmen must have arrived here. No matter how close we are, they can destroy the world with one strike. We are already very close here, and we are all in danger of being affected."
Liu Qinghuan sighed: "Yes, I don't know whose hands the immortal treasure will fall into in the end."
The male cultivator agreed: "It's hard to say. Even if we win now, it won't be the final result. The war season will not end for another thousand or two thousand years. We will still have to fight in the future!"
He lowered his head and glanced: "Hey, the person who got the Immortal Treasure has changed again. This time, the name of this great cultivator is somewhat interesting. It's called Gui Bugui."