() Lexiang rubbed his frozen hands and said unhappily: "Han Feng, are you good or not? I think it's windy and windy here, so there probably isn't anything good. Even if there are treasures from those old monsters,
This place is so close to Tianshui City, I'm afraid it has been stolen eight hundred times."
Han Feng pinched a handful of soil and put it under his nose, sniffed it, rolled his eyes and said, "Yes, this is it. You can't escape to read the full text of Mending the Sky. Firstly, the feng shui of this place is excellent, and secondly, the content of the earth's aura is extremely rich.
.This place is very close to Tianshui City. Of course, it may be discovered by other monks, but discovery is one thing, and whether the treasure can be taken away is another."
Looking at his mysterious look, Lexiang threw the long pickaxe in his hand aside and said: "Why can't you take it away? There are many capable monks in Sitian Pavilion. They must have monks who are proficient in earth magic.
If you escape, you can bring out anything."
"Because the soil here is poisonous, hey, it's very poisonous, and most monks will definitely die if they go down there." Han Feng said proudly.
Woolen cloth."
Han Feng smiled slyly and said: "It's poisonous to others, but to me, Old Poisoner Han, it's not a piece of cake. If you don't leave me within three feet, you won't be poisoned. If you take a step back, you will be poisoned, so you have to
Be careful!"
Le Xiang carefully measured the distance between the two people with lingering fear, and it turned out that it was not more than three feet. He let out a long sigh, "Next time this happens again, you must explain it as soon as possible to avoid causing trouble."
At this time, a woman's voice came from the shadow, "You two are done, hurry up and dig. After digging, follow me into the city."
Lexiang snorted lazily and said: "You are very capable. As a female monk in the late stage of Jindan, if you don't put in any effort, I think you can tear this ancient tomb down with just a few fingers. But we brothers are left alone.
I work hard here. If this grave is seventy or eighty feet deep, I will probably have to dig it until dawn."
In the shadow of the moon, a beautiful woman in yellow clothes walked out. The woman frowned slightly and said: "It's not like I asked you to dig up the ancient tombs of immortal cultivators everywhere. Anyway, my magic is not used to dig graves."
Le Xiang chuckled and said: "Without the magic weapons we got from tomb raiding to exchange for spiritual stones and elixirs, how could your level have improved so quickly? Don't forget to dig the well when you are drinking water."
The woman snorted and stopped talking. She was Jiang Xueqin, the one with the Yimu Spiritual Root. Due to the obsessive knot she planted, her cultivation level was abruptly promoted from the late stage of foundation building to the late stage of golden elixir in twenty years. This is an incredible speed.
Enough to lead the entire Qingzhou Continent. The three of them went to Lengyue Kingdom that year. After some circumstances, each of them achieved something. Han Feng successfully advanced to the middle stage of foundation building with the help of the pill given by Wang Sanbu. And Lexiang also relied on a
Fan Qiyu has advanced to the early stage of the Golden Elixir. For him, a master who has not thought about making progress all day long and just lives in his own way, this is undoubtedly a big pie falling from the sky.
Cultivation is not only a hard work, but also a very resource-intensive thing. The three of them are casual cultivators and have no sect to rely on. They can only wander around the Cold Moon Kingdom like wandering clouds and wild cranes. They accidentally met a group of treasure hunters.
The team found a way to make a living by robbing tombs. After more than twenty years, the three of them escaped from death and went through countless hardships. At this moment, they not only carry hundreds of thousands of spiritual stones, but also some rare magic weapons and spiritual objects.
Han Feng leaned on the black longge, straightened his back, looked at Jiang Xueqin who was as elegant as a fairy beside the pit, and said hummingly: "Senior sister, please stop pretending to be noble, when has this happened?
Look at the crescent moon above your head, which is as thin as a hair. In two or three hours, it will be dawn. How long will it take before you use your magic?"
Jiang Xueqin looked at Han Feng kindly and said with a smile: "Xiao Feng, senior sister is also training you. After so many years, although you have advanced to the foundation building stage, you are still too slow. You must know that time waits for no man, and your master must be
My junior uncle would definitely be unhappy if he saw your land like this right now. Digging a grave is also a kind of practice. You two should dig carefully. If there are any monsters in the tomb, I don't mind killing them.
Of."
Han Feng sighed. He had never had any advantage in bargaining with Jiang Xueqin. He dug hard, and the black Changge in his hand was like a black earthworm. He could dig out a basket of earthworms as soon as he went in and out.
The soil. The original owner of this weapon, Cai Pengfei, who died in front of the Sitian Pavilion city gate in Xianzhou, would not know how he would feel if he saw his magic weapon being so abused.
Although Le Xiang and Han Feng talked very lazily, their hands were not slow. Years of experience made the two of them experts at digging graves. In a short time, they had dug thirty to forty feet, and the pit was deep.
The hole is completely black. Looking from the edge of the pit, you can only see a glimmer of light like a firefly at the bottom.
The winter night was extremely quiet, with only the rustling sound of two people digging into the earth and rocks. Jiang Xueqin breathed in the cold air, and her mind flew to the time when the lady arrived twenty years ago. Read the full text. The same winter, the same desolation, everything died quietly, and finally
Devoured by a fire. If she hadn't met these two people, her heart would have died with that day, but Han Feng's optimism and Le Xiang's free and easy spirit rekindled her courage to live, and she didn't
Devoured by hatred.
The woman took a deep breath to wake herself up from her memories. Suddenly she felt a fierce fighting spirit coming from behind her. She looked behind her with alertness, and at the same time gently tore open a talisman. The talisman burned quickly.
A cloud of white mist lit up on the two people at the bottom of the pit at the same time. This "letter talisman" was often used by tomb robbers to convey news. Le Xiang and Han Feng quickly jumped on their respective flying magic weapons and came to
On the ground, the two of them looked at Bai Murong's face and knew that the situation had changed.
At this moment, a dark and miserable sword light struck. Han Feng and Le Xiang saw that they were not in a hurry to dodge, but they wanted to move their heads away. Jiang Xueqin waved his hand, and three green silk threads were wrapped around his fingers.
Stay in that black sword light. The black sword light is like a bound dragon, moving around in the sky, but it can never break free from the fetters of the three black hairs.
At this moment, a cold air hit Jiang Xueqin's back, like electricity and light, and a bronze eyebrow with backlight pierced through the wind. Jiang Xueqin's long sleeves were good at dancing, and her apricot-colored sleeves spread out like waves of clouds.
A fluff of green sword wire flicked the eyebrow thorn away. A harsh sound of gold and iron made everyone present tremble. Han Feng hurriedly jumped onto his flying magical weapon, and a cold light flashed,
Then they came to the sky which was dozens of feet high.
Lexiang's figure and sword light merged into one, and he swooped into the surrounding dense forest, forming a horn-like momentum with Jiang Xueqin and Han Feng. However, the surrounding attacks suddenly disappeared, as if they had never happened, and the cold wave in the sky
The cold moon shed its clear light. The three of them looked left and right, but no one could be seen.
Lexiang jumped to Jiang Xueqin and whispered: "There is something strange here. We shouldn't stay for a long time. Let's leave quickly."
The woman nodded slightly and was about to leave when she heard a muffled sound above her head. The two looked up and saw a black figure dragging a string of afterimages across. Han Feng was like a chicken caught by an eagle.
He was dragged away from the sky and into the dense forest to the east.
Jiang Xueqin scolded angrily, and her body turned into a ball of green light and flashed away. Le Xiang frowned tightly. He was thinking about why the figure who captured Han Feng was so calm. As far as he knew, although Han Feng had a high level of cultivation,
It wasn't great, but he was covered in poison, and he couldn't survive even a small distance. What's more, the black shadow directly grabbed him, which was a bit unreasonable.
While he was thinking, Jiang Xueqin had already rushed towards the woods to the east. In the eyes of the woman, Han Feng was already as close as her own brother. How could she watch him being taken away by others? A mist gradually rose up in the woods, and a huge black
The figure rose up from a dense forest, holding a huge gray sword in his hand, and struck the woman head and face with the sword.
The gray sword light swept over, like fire, lightning, and thunder, as if it was about to split the void. Jiang Xueqin was a master of swords, and she had a sense of proportion as soon as the opponent made a move. The Qiu Shui Sword had been refined by her into
The gift of destiny can be sent and received at will, and can be changed at will. In an instant, it turns into thousands of green threads like spider webs to block the sword light.
The woman felt her spiritual consciousness begin to vibrate violently, and the world around her flickered brightly and darkly. She knew that this was the feeling that the opponent's sword was leaning on her own flying sword, which was fed back to her spiritual consciousness. This feeling was the result of her being
She had never encountered anything during her wanderings in Leng Yue Kingdom. The strength of her opponent made her feel even more pressured. Obviously, this person was not the one who attacked her, nor was he the one who captured Han Feng. From this point of view, there were at least three people on the other side.
The cultivation level of the three of them was not low, and their attacks were neat and clean. At first glance, they looked like people who had been on the battlefield for a long time. After thinking about this, she began to worry about the fate of the three of them.
At this moment, suddenly a shocking fist shadow shot out from the dense forest. The power of this fist shadow was so great that it was like thousands of horses galloping, roaring, roaring, and shooting, catching Jiang Xueqin by surprise. The woman was good at dancing with her long sleeves,
In the blink of an eye, her body turned into a ball of blue mist, disappeared into the sky, and reappeared ten feet away from where she had just landed.
But before she could take a breath, dozens of golden flying needles came whizzing into the air like rain. Jiang Xueqin hurriedly took the flower with both hands and quickly pinched out a magic formula. In an instant, green patches formed in front of her.
The huge green leaves surrounded her, and the flying needles shot onto the leaves, making a tinkling sound. Although they could not penetrate, they did not give up, wandering around the woman's body like a fish, waiting for an opportunity to move.
Jiang Xueqin gritted her teeth and cast another spell. The leaves burst open instantly, and thousands of green threads emanated from her spirit. The green threads blocked the golden needles like rain, and she turned into a stream of light and rushed forward. At this time, she only had the only thought in her heart.