The towering metal alchemy furnace is like a hill, supporting the sky in front of it.
Where was the sky? It was clearly a dark stone wall, glowing red under the lava fire.
Sitting cross-legged in front of the alchemy furnace is a monk in green robes, greedily inhaling the aroma of the alchemy furnace.
Not far away, in an iron cage with restrictions engraved on it, a naked female cultivator wearing thick shackles was locked.
"Aren't you going to say it now?" The green-robed cultivator turned his head, showing a rather handsome face.
He gently waved the cattail leaf fan in his hand, just a few fast and slow movements, and the flames seemed to have spiritual power surrounding the furnace, burning the metal furnace in front of him red.
"Ah."
The female cultivator sneered: "You don't deserve to listen."
"I advise you to escape as soon as possible, otherwise when the seniors of the organization arrive, you will never have the chance to escape."
The female cultivator didn't seem to be panicked at all when she was in danger. Instead, she sat cross-legged in the iron cage and stared at the green-robed man.
"Why are you running away and building the foundation on your own? Beiyuan Qingshan is the foundation that I, Wei Huo, have managed for two hundred years. The so-called spiritual seedlings you call are my possessions. I have taken back my possessions.
Why do you still want to leave in despair?"
Wei Huo said with a smile.
The female cultivator suddenly wanted to get up, but the shackles only made a sound. There was a look of surprise in her eyes: "You were not killed by Wanfa Sect?"
"What's so great about Wanfa Sect?"
"We have roughly divided immortals into mortals, but we don't know that our methods can only affect mortals."
Wei Huo continued calmly: "Mortals are mortals, and Qi practitioners are Qi practitioners. Entering this pass does not mean that you are superior to others, but it is just a journey from one world to another."
"There is no final conclusion on whether it is better to be a mortal or a Qi practitioner."
"As long as all I kill are Qi practitioners, how can the Wanfa Sect find me?"
Wei Huo laughed loudly and said as he looked at the towering alchemy furnace in front of him, confidence flashed in his eyes: "You should never take something that originally belongs to me from my pocket."
"Say it."
"What is the name of your organization?"
The female cultivator looked at Wei Huo in astonishment: "You have been running Qingshan for two hundred years and you don't know the organization?"
"You always have to name the organization."
After hearing Wei Huo's words, the female cultivator's original indifferent expression disappeared.
She is not afraid of the golden elixir monks, because she knows that the golden elixir monks will only have more scruples, but she is afraid of strange monks who do not know the organization, because the other party does not know her background, which means that the background loses its effect.
Background is part of strength but cannot be realized when others don't understand it.
The female cultivator did not have the slightest intention of joking, and said very seriously: "The organization is called the organization. There is no other name. No one knows who founded the organization, but the organization is omnipotent and pervasive. No matter who offends the organization,
, none of them will end well."
"A nameless emerging demonic organization?"
"It seems that the people who founded the organization are pretty good at making you believe so strongly."
"However, these inferior methods can only deceive you."
Wei Huo nodded in admiration.
The female cultivator suddenly thought of the word "frog in the well".
Is Master Jin Dan a frog in the well?
of course not.
But he was obviously not walking in the Eastern Wilderness, but staying in the Qingshan Mountains of Beiyuan.
Maybe he never left Qingshan in his life.
"So you really don't know anything."
"I don't believe it."
"Why don't you let me use the Soul Searching Technique to find out what's true and what's false!"
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Kitahara.
Saibei has beautiful scenery.
The cold wind blew the temples of an ordinary man, neither tall nor short, and his long hair, which was not tied so carefully, fluttered.
Ordinary people, with their hands folded and no trace of white vapor visible in their breaths, walked into a large gathering of monks.
Fangshi.
Lofts with different levels.
The steam from the roadside cake steamer resembles clusters of white flowers.
Places like this are actually not new.
There is no spiritual vein in the world, and the spiritual energy is as thin as a turbid and shallow puddle. It is impossible for fish to grow freely, and it may even cause its own realm to regress due to the decline of spiritual energy.
Therefore, whether it is for cultivation or to maintain one's own cultivation, one must look for a blessed place.
These are the famous mountains and rivers with spiritual veins.
Of course, many famous mountains and rivers have their own owners.
Either they are extremely powerful monks, or they are powerful desolate beasts.
The desolate beasts were okay, everyone gathered people to hunt down the beasts together, and then they took shares to form settlements of various sizes.
If you are a monk, no matter if you are a human cultivator, a demon cultivator, a ghost cultivator, a spiritual cultivator..., you are not someone to be trifled with. The powerful ones will not look down on small places, and the weak ones will not be able to grab them, so they can only rely on them.
In fact, more monks will choose to live in the sect's cities. The sect's cities are safer and have fairer protection.
At least there will be no moments of military confrontation during transactions, but compared to such settlements, Zongmenfang City will collect more land rent.
Lu Jing looked at the green mountains standing in front of him, took out the jade slips and compared them before confirming.
He didn't look surprised. Despite the peacefulness of this place, he actually felt a faint evil aura as soon as he set foot on it. Many monks died here.
But this has nothing to do with him.
He doesn't care whether his opponent is good or evil.
He is a killer.
There is only one purpose, and that is to kill.
The spiritual consciousness of the golden elixir stage was suddenly released, like a big hand grabbing at will, overturning the entire green mountain in an instant.
Even the rivers and rivers, under the bright light of the Great Master, are like transparent springs without any hidden hiddenness, like dough waiting to be kneaded.
Only the formation formed by the restriction shines like a light in the dark night.
"How brave!"
Angry roars erupted from the deep cliffs, and the golden elixir monk's aura of spiritual intelligence came out. A figure like a small sun appeared in the sky. Under the reflection of the spiritual officer's magic eyes, a very ordinary-looking figure of a monk appeared in his eyes.
While he was observing, the man had already walked up through the air.
Wei Huo narrowed his eyes slightly, suppressed his anger, raised his hands and saluted, and asked: "Where are you from, fellow Taoist, and why are you searching my Beiyuan Qingshan with your spiritual consciousness for no reason? If you come from afar, I am willing to entertain you. If so,
Don't blame me for being cruel if you are rude."
Lu Jing looked at Wei Huo. He was wearing a mask, and the mask protected him from the eyes of those who came.
If he had followed his original style, he would definitely not have made such a big fuss. He would have found out the details of this person in advance and then slowly eliminated him.
But the organization said it should be done as soon as possible.
Of course there is a way to do it as soon as possible.
It shouldn't be like this.
However, his confidence has greatly increased now, probably because he has obtained a treasure, a treasure that can make him invincible at the same level, so now he only needs to come here and question the other party lightly, that is enough.
So he said: "Hand the man over."
"people?"
"who?"
"People who organize."
Wei Huo's eyes narrowed, and he used the soul-searching technique, but he couldn't get any information about the organization from the woman's soul.
He also did some research, but he also didn't hear of any organization that was in the limelight. It was like a new demonic cult that had emerged and had a great ability to confuse people.
This is nothing to be afraid of.
There are countless Foundation-Building monks who disappear every day, and who can find him, let alone an organization whose name he has never even heard of.
"Is the person still alive?" Lu Jing asked.
The answer was silence.
Wei Huo didn't hesitate and ran away.
He could see the cultivation level of the person in front of him. He, a monk in the middle stage of the golden elixir, could not compete with him in the late stage of the golden elixir. The person who came did not conceal his inspiration and aura, as if someone had already evaluated his cultivation level, so he sent
Such a monk who happened to have a higher level of cultivation than him came.
Lu Jing opened his cloak and pulled out the short knife from his waist. A gray shadow invaded like a cloud in the sky, but it appeared beside Wei Huo in an instant.
At the same time, there was also a flash of knife light.
The cold light of the sharp knife touched Wei Huo's neck.
"I am willing to surrender."
"I am willing to join you." Wei Huo shouted loudly.
He knew what the coldness surrounding him was. It was the true meaning that only geniuses could have. A monk like him who could cultivate his own domain was considered a genius. If he was not in the Nascent Soul realm, he wouldn't even dare to think about the true meaning.
"The mission I received did not include this."
The sword flashed and the magic weapon in front of Wei Huo suddenly shattered.
He only saw dark golden light, and then lost consciousness.
It stands to reason that he should have consciousness, because even if the body dies, there is still a ghost.
Lu Jing was also surprised. He didn't see Wei Huo Yin Shen flying out, so he quickly asked Mr. Wu in the cloak. If he didn't see it, Mr. Wu would definitely notice it.
However, the answer is still no.
"No?"
Lu Jing tightened his grip on the dark red dagger in his hand and frowned. Just when he was about to retrieve the dagger, he suddenly discovered that the body belonging to the demon cultivator in front of him quickly turned into surging black mist and blood, and was all covered by it.
The black gold dagger in front of me was swallowed up.
The originally large potholes became a little shallower.
"this!"
Lu Jing's eyes widened in shock.
An idea suddenly popped into his mind.
"Yin Shen, could it be that he was absorbed by this Dao soldier?" Elder Wu's voice came.
The last time I killed Boss Zhao, the ghost spirit of Boss Zhao disappeared mysteriously. Now when I killed the demon cultivator in Qingshan, Beiyuan, not only did the demon cultivator disappear, but his body was also devoured by the short sword.
"The Dao soldiers absorbed the Yin Shen and the demon cultivator's body and repaired it a little."
"This is unbelievable."
"Yes." Lu Jing nodded.
He knew that he couldn't go to Tianji City of Daqi Sect now.
He had never heard of such a treasure, and even Mr. Wu was shocked.
Just when he was immersed in surprise.
"Bata."
A ghost eye with scarlet white and black pupils opened.
Three eyes facing each other.
Lu Jing looked at the ghost eyes, and the ghost eyes were also staring at Lu Jing.