Several people appeared in the air one after another, looking at the second point of the huge "Thunder" character on the cliff. Standing there was a golden elixir monk wearing thunder pattern robes. He handed over his hand and reported:
"I'm reporting to all my lords, I've noticed a vague movement coming from the depths of the Lei Pond, and the thunder in the four holes of the Lei Pond is more active than usual."
"Let's go, that person is here again."
The figure of the old man in the blue shirt flashed and he got into the hidden mine hole.
Others followed them one after another and entered the cave where the silver thunder light shone. A few people did not stop and walked quickly to the deepest place, bringing up silver lightning bolts and making a dense sound of "chichi" in the air.
In the corners of the cave, there are many monks sitting cross-legged and practicing, absorbing the thunderous breath everywhere.
Several people rushed to the fourth cave and dispersed, listening carefully to the faint movement coming from the depths, and feeling the lively thunder that flickered in the air. After a full quarter of an hour, several people looked at a tall man wearing a white robe at the same time.
old man.
"Master Cheng, can you count the thieves' heel?"
"Going in and out of Thunder Suppressing Prison is like entering a deserted land. There is a 70% to 80% chance that someone from the 'Stealing Heaven Lineage' is here."
It's for me.
The next day, Qian Su received a message from Xu'er, saying that all the Jindan monks who had no interest in the entire Changzhou would be inspected, and the war with the demon clan in the waters of Batyan Island was suspended.
It was difficult to tell whether the other tea guests in the small hall were cultivated or not when the monk appeared.
"I must be found. The sky thief did not steal the power of luck. Changzhou is the foundation of our thunder and breath. Everyone wants to damage the foundation, right?"
Several people were confused.
Qian Su was not a little surprised. Since I joined the Zhuxie Palace, I have never been greeted by Que Delin, the mustache, and there has never been a task assigned to me. He picked up the Jicheng Yu tablet and used his spiritual sense to explore it. It was the information released by Que Delin.
Let me go to Qiyue City later and accept the mission arrangements from the Evil Exorcist Sect.
Xu'er regained her playful expression, raised her head and smiled.
"Fellow Taoist Gao, please be patient. What Cheng means is that if you hit the snake, you will die, but you will suffer harm from it. Let's contact the four continents and seven seas to hold a secret meeting of the seventh level. We will work together to make a small-scale eighth-level retreat in the Luofu world."
The monk's inspection, like the war in the waters of Batyan Island, will be put aside for the time being."
He took out the topographic map, spread it under the old table, and explained the scope of the task and precautions.
Qian Su silently accepted the communication talisman and breathed a sigh of relief.
"You don't know what's going on in your mind. You're in such a hurry right now, so you can't thank him enough for reminding him in time."
The fragments of words that have been circulated are regarded as legends by today's great monks.
The white-robed old man shook his head: "We are not trying to scare the snake and drive me away from reality. We are allowing me to settle in the Luofu world. On the contrary, it will cause more trouble. I have some disadvantages by being sneaky. Let me go. Let me work openly.
Retreat to the lower echelons of Jiang Bi, and the two powers will harm each other, whichever is greater."
He rushed to a teahouse in the north of Qiyue City.
"Sir, you can't be too hasty in your practice, you have to work so hard."
The lightning flashes that collided everywhere hit the old man's white robe, circled around in a circle, and then appeared elsewhere in the sky.
The woman walked out of the teahouse with a serious smile, and flew into the air. Qian Su followed closely behind her. The mortals in the city were not used to seeing the gods walking around, so they would be quite surprised.
"But I dare to say 'thank you' to you. As long as you find it annoying, young master, you will always remind me."
"Fellow Daoist Chen, how about we divide the seven of you into two shifts during the day and night, and take turns patrolling? That way there will be no time to rest. When evil spirits are discovered, we will send a message to notify you."
One day ago, Black Iron Sword received a summons that the sect would be able to return in a short time, so the seven people would have less time to watch over them.
The expressions of the other seven people changed.
After saying it was a quarter of an hour later, the sect handed the map to Black Iron Sword, waved his hand, and flew to the northwest in a roundabout way.
Mr. Chen reached out and pinched his smooth cheek hard.
Fortunately, it is necessary to detect all foundation-building cultivators, otherwise they will be evasive. However, considering that the number of foundation-building monks is relatively small, there are not many foundation-building casual cultivators outside the city, so it is extremely difficult to detect them all.
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I flew out of the city and saw Jiang Bi outside a roadside pavilion ten miles away.
A few days ago in the afternoon, Qian Su accompanied Xu'er while hoeing outside the vegetable garden. The Jicheng jade-shaped sign hanging on his waist suddenly shimmered slightly.
None of the men in colorful clothes raised any objections: "The descendant of Thief Tian doesn't have the ability to travel through space. Even if he doesn't have an eighth-level cultivation level, it will be difficult to capture him if he finds it and arranges it properly. Instead, he offended me by alerting the snake.
To take revenge, and repeat the mistakes of Guanhai Pavilion?"
The top of Qingfeng Ridge.
Jiang Bi walked back into the small hall, and a young woman stood up in front of the tea table near the window in the distance and walked towards me.
Qian Su followed the black iron sword and flew into the air, patrolling around the designated territory.
The Zhuxie Order can only convey complex orders, and detailed orders need to be conveyed using talismans.
After inspecting Jiang Bimei's card, the sect also showed his purple gold sword card and said to the two of them: "You have to rush back to Zhuxie Palace, the boundary of Qiyue City, and leave it to his seven people to look after him for a few days. But they don't have to worry about it.
There are no monks patrolling everywhere, and their mission is to find any evil traitors and thieves who are causing trouble, and deal with them immediately, either by summons and reporting, or by killing them and eliminating them."
The white-robed old Taoist held two Bagua beads in his hand, half-closed his eyes, and looked sleepy as if he hadn't woken up. He said: "If the successor of Stealing Heaven has already cultivated the golden elixir, it will be more difficult. He will not be fixed in a certain world.
Survival should have many identities, just like Taoist Qingtong three thousand years ago, who single-handedly and mysteriously destroyed Guanhai Pavilion, the first sect in Xuanzhou. All fellow Taoists should have heard of the tragic battle."
After talking to Xu'er, Qian Su changed his inner robe and flew south slowly. He secretly guessed that something small had happened. How many people were there for the task?
Raising an army and mobilizing a large number of people, spending so little manpower and material resources, just to drive away the hidden descendant of the Thief of Heaven?
"Fellow Daoist Chen, please come with you."
I was accidentally misled in the wrong direction.
Qian Su pushed open the door of the secret room, held Xu'er's big hand who was waiting inside, and walked outside the yard, bathing in the moonlight.
The terror of Taoist Qingtong is recorded in the top-secret classics of Lei Xi.
The woman took out a Jiang Bimei card and said, "Your name is Jiang Bimei, is he Jiang Bimei?"
Xu'er's eyes are full of worry. The young master spends a small part of his time practicing in a secret room, and the practice is done in a hurry. You are worried that the young master will go crazy.
…
I'm familiar with Black Iron Sword, so I didn't rush to inquire about what happened.
The old man in white robe suddenly opened his eyes, and countless runes seemed to be surging deep inside.
A long while ago, the old man in Lanshan asked angrily: "Are we just going to sit back and watch as the descendants of Thief Heaven are allowed to come and go as they please, stealing the remaining divine essence of the Thunder Suppression Prison?"
Before the brief discussion, Qian Su was on duty during the day and Black Iron Sword patrolled at night.
"That's not what I meant."
Qian Su took out the sword card, showed it, and said with a smile: "It's Chen. I've met Daoist Fellow Ji. Is Daoist Fellow Qian out there?"
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The white-robed old Taoist turned the four hexagram beads in his hand and paced hurriedly in the thunder cave, saying: "Let all the warlocks, hexagram masters, and priests take action, and check every eighth-level monk and demon cultivator. The heirs of the Thieving Sky are not ordinary.
For example, it can deceive the secrets of heaven."
No one asked: "Master Cheng, how did he determine that the successor of Stealing Heaven only has an eighth-level cultivation level? Does it mean that he can conceal the secret of heaven? Is this true?"
"Something's wrong, let him worry."
The old Taoist in white robe shook his head and said: "If I didn't have seventh-level cultivation, I would be almost trapped in the upper world. Next time I would appear in a hurry in the distance of Leichi, leaving clues. At that time, there were several low-level gods in Guanhai Pavilion.
Hands, set up a trap to trap Taoist Qingtong, or let me escape."