"You alone dare to steal something from this Taoist!"
A cold snort instantly interrupted the previous long laugh. What was even more surprising was that the owner of this voice was obviously a woman!
A huge purple cloud stretched like a canopy over the Tiantian Ruins. The huge beast was blocked by the purple cloud and forced to retreat, leaving only the angry roar of the smiling man.
Echoing in the sky above the Burial Sky Market.
"Monster King, don't panic, I'm here to help you!"
A piece of Qingyun suddenly squeezed into the resources of the canopy and the beast's dharma, uniting with the latter to block the expanding canopy.
However, at the moment when the great witch had just taken action, Taoist Gui Qiong's voice had already been heard: "If you use more to bully the few, the great witch might as well compete with me!"
The same celebratory cloud rose up, competing with the same celebratory cloud that rose before in mid-air.
However, after losing the support of the Great Witch Tie Ce, the Demon King soon lost to Taoist Ziyuan. The fireball that passed through the sky net was instantly taken away by the Ziyun Canopy, and the huge transformation of the law in mid-air suddenly occurred.
Once it dissipates, it's as if it never existed at all.
And just when the ball of sky fire caused several great supernatural powers to compete high in the sky at the Burial Sky Ruins, Qingshu Zhenren, Zhang Yueming and Ning Bin were constantly walking through the Burial Sky Ruins, and drastic changes took place in the sky.
They naturally saw it in their eyes, but Master Qingshu did not stop at all and continued walking through the cave.
"If the entire Yuzhou cultivating community is familiar with the Burial Sky Market, they would naturally recommend me to the Shaking Sky Sect. After all, for thousands of years, in order to find out the situation of the entire Burial Sky Market, the Shaking Sky Sect has no longer known about the existence of the Burial Sky Market.
How many real monks have entered it, and I don’t even know how many people are trapped in it. In terms of true understanding of Tiantian Ruins, I, Shaantian Sect, should be the number one in Yuzhou!"
Qingshu Zhenren was talking as he walked, Zhang Yueming and Ning Bin followed closely, while continuing to listen to Qingshu Zhenren said: "Although the terrain in the Tian Burial Ruins is ever-changing, there are still some rules after all.
"Xun, just like now, I'm afraid many people are still fighting on their own, but we have already gathered together first."
Zhang Yueming couldn't help but ask: "Teacher, where are we going now?"
Master Qingshu stopped at this moment and said with a smile: "We're here!"
Zhang Yueming and Ning Bin looked at each other in confusion as they looked at the empty stone wall in front of them. However, they saw Master Qingshu casually escape and throw a jade coin towards the stone wall in front of them. Then the entire stone wall suddenly reverberated like a wave.
, but the stone coin had already turned into powder and then disappeared.
Zhang Yueming thought for a while and said hesitantly: "Space crack?"
Qingshu Zhenren smiled and nodded, saying: "This space crack is one of the few places in the Burial Sky Market that will not change. These space cracks can constantly crush everything that is close to it, and it is also possible to remove it from where it is.
Although the possibility of other things being sent to the connected area is low, something should have been accumulated over decades. If you are lucky enough, you might be able to get some treasures from the stars!"
As he said that, Qingshu Zhenren led the two of them slowly around from one side to the side of the stone wall. The scene in front of them changed drastically. The stone wall that was originally viewed from the front became a distorted form here. Qingshu Zhenren
He whispered: "In a moment, I will try my best to fix the twisted space crack here. You try to take out the things inside as much as possible. Remember, be quick, I won't be able to hold on for long."
The magical power of space is often a field that can only be touched by Taoist monks.
Zhang Yueming and Ning Bin were obviously confused and didn't know what Master Qingshu should do.
Master Qingshu smiled slightly when he saw the two of them, and suddenly there was half a square stone mace in his hand. Zhang Yueming looked slightly startled. He naturally knew about this thing, but he saw the aura surging around Master Qingshu, obviously in the mobilization group.
Zhenyuan, and then saw the rough lines carved on the half of the stone mace suddenly flashed with a purple-gold color, and Master Qingshu also seemed very uncomfortable at this time, throwing away the half of the stone mace in his hand, and said: "Go
!”
The stone mace flew out of his hand and fell directly into the crack in space. Then the originally distorted space suddenly rippled around the place where the stone mace fell. After the fluctuations spread, the originally distorted space was gradually smoothed out, and then several items suddenly appeared.
Around the stone mace.
Seeing this, Master Qingshu said hurriedly: "Quickly, take out as many of these things as possible, I can't hold on for too long!"
Zhang Yueming and Ning Bin immediately took action. Most of these objects were drawn out from around the flat space cracks by various magical powers. Until Ning Bin touched a dark irregular stone, the stone trembled first.
, and then began to fragment on its own, and then the originally flat space gradually became turbulent.
"not good!"
Master Qingshu's expression changed and he said: "Back off!"
Zhang Yueming and Ning Bin immediately stepped back after hearing this. Qingshu's face flashed purple, and he stretched out his hand to withdraw the broken stone mace. At the same time, the turbulent space began to twist again.
, as if trying to drag the stone mace into the crack.
Qingshu Zhenren snorted coldly, and half of the stone mace swung slightly before breaking away from the constraints of space and falling back into her hand.
Ning Bin looked ashamed and said: "I'm sorry, uncle, if I hadn't triggered the spatial restriction, the last two items would not have been destroyed."
Qingshu shook his head and said with a smile: "I don't blame you, it's just bad luck. Besides, being able to get so many things this time is much better than the last time!"
Although there are no heavenly or earthly treasures in these items, they are all rare spiritual materials in the world of cultivation. At the very least, they are all medium-to-high-grade spiritual materials. Among them, there is a treasure-level spiritual material, a void stone and a ball.
The cold mist in the starry sky made Master Qingshu sigh that it was not a loss this time, while Zhang Yueming and Ning Jing were also slightly excited.
However, Master Qingshu felt extremely regretful. If the weapon was still intact, he could even break through this twisted space. Even if he continued to stay, he would not lose control because of a small interference.
What's more, he still has to pay a lot of original power. In fact, Qingshu Zhenren is far from being as relaxed as he appears on the surface.
"Let's go and check out the next place. We must try our best to collect as many cultivation materials as possible before the influx of outside monks. Remember the place I took you to. Maybe the next time Burial Sky Market is opened, that's it.
You came here with your sect disciples."
The tone of Master Qingshu's words was somewhat meaningful, but Zhang Yueming and Ning Bin obviously didn't realize it.
Eighty-nine out of ten of the remaining poisons in Yang Junshan's body have been eliminated, and his own strength has basically recovered. However, he has wasted a whole day in the Tiantian Ruins. Compared with other monks in this day,
He has fallen far behind.
However, Yang Junshan was still hidden in the formation at this time, and even made his aura more secretive. It could even be said that he did not even dare to breathe.
"Uncle, why hasn't the master arrived yet?" A voice seemed to be not too far away from where Yang Junshan was.
Another slightly mature voice came and said: "Senior brother, if there are others, please discuss with the other two Tai Gang Realm masters, they will be here in a while."
It was the Jade Sword Sect. Yang Junshan's heart moved. He stood up and planned to leave before the other party found him. He was not sure that the formation he simply set up could avoid Taigang Realm monks like Zhenren Xiaoxiao. In addition,
A person who practices swordsmanship has different thoughts in his mind. If Yang Junshan had not waited for an explanation and struck down with one sword, he would not even have a place to cry.
But after hearing that Master Feixiao, a Taigang Realm sword cultivator from Jade Sword Sect, was not among them, he changed his mind and stayed. As for the Master known as "Fei Wei", if the rumors in the cultivation world are correct, this person
The person should be Master Feixiao's junior brother, and he has just entered the Xuangang Realm in just three or two years. If Yang Junshan can't avoid such a person, it can only mean that Master Qingshu died in his hands.
It's a big straw bag.
"The battle outside Burying Tianxu was really exciting. I could clearly see at that time that among the three dead monks from outside the realm who were equivalent to the Tiangang Realm, only the leader killed two!"
The previous voice continued, and it could be heard that this person admired Master Feixiao extremely.
"Of course, when it comes to combat prowess, I, the sword cultivator of the Jade Sword Sect, have always dominated the monks of the same level. The head master has stepped into the Tai Gang realm, and now I can truly be said to be the number one master in Yuzhou!"
A slightly familiar voice came, and Yang Junshan thought for a moment and thought that this person should be Ying Tears, the first true descendant of the third generation of the Jade Sword Sect.
"That's right, if it weren't for the harsh training of my sword cultivator, our Jade Sword Sect would have too few people compared to other sects. Now it's the Tanxi Sect's turn to do the job for the number one sect in Yuzhou."
The previous voice sounded again, and then said: "Uncle Master, I heard that there are more powerful people behind this ambush plan to help?"
"Who did you listen to?"
There seemed to be a hint of seriousness in Fei Weizhen's tone.
The voice that spoke before seemed to be frightened by the tone of the real person, but Ying Leishang came to the rescue and said: "It's all guesswork by the disciples, and everyone has also seen the battle above the Burial Sky Market just now.
It seems that the only ones running around in the ruins are Taoist monks, right?"
Fei Weizhen said nothing, seeming to be acquiescing to Ying Lei Shang's and other disciples' speculations.
Ying Leishang's voice came over again after a while, saying: "Uncle Master, why did you bring us to this stone forest? And you seem to be very familiar with this place. It doesn't mean that the topography and landforms in Burial Tianxu are different every time you open it.
Are they different?"
The voice of a real person came over again, saying: "Remember this stone forest. Although the topography is different every time the Burial Sky Market is opened, there will always be a large or small stone forest. This is our Jade Sword
A secret discovered by generations of ancestors of the sect, among the stone pillars with yellow rust spots in the stone forest, there is often a good spiritual material hidden, and most of these spiritual materials are related to refining flying swords."
Fei Weizhen's voice paused, and then said: "Next time you come in, you just need to find this stone forest. Remember what I said. The bigger the yellow rust spots on the stone pillars, it often means that the sword is born in the stone pillars.
The higher the quality of the spiritual cultivation materials!"
"remembered!"
Two or three voices sounded at the same time, with a hint of excitement.
As the Jade Sword Sect monk walked away, Yang Junshan pondered for a moment, stood up and turned around to look back, only to see a rust spot extending to about three feet at the base of the stone pillar he had just been practicing on.