To the northwest of Sansheng Island, close to the edge of the deep ancient forest, there is a gravel area called the "Chaos Reef Ancient Forest". Looking from a distance, the "Chaos Reef Ancient Forest" looks like a reef beach stretching for three hundred miles.
, large and small black stones full of pores are scattered around in an orderly manner, the big ones are as big as roofs, and the small ones are like fine sand. There are dense low shrubs growing all around, and the green ones are next to each other, row upon row.
Extremely lush.
Tens of thousands of years ago, there used to be a stream surrounding this place. Later, as time changed, the stream dried up, forming what it looks like today, like a rocky beach.
In the void of more than thirty feet, a green-robed Taoist stared at the surroundings expressionlessly, nodded secretly, pulled at his waist, and a brand new light red storage bag fell in front of him, shook it gently, and counted.
Ten palm-sized flags, which look small and delicate, with connected lines, appear as a silver-white flag, and the disk falls in front of you.
As soon as these formation flags and formation disks appeared, the surrounding spiritual energy seemed to be pulled by some kind of force and suddenly became active, forming a white mist around Kong Laosan.
"I spent five million spirit stones, but I don't know if this much simpler "killing" and "illusion" formation is as effective as the old man said!"
The Taoist murmured, and as he spoke, he tossed it slightly, closed his eyes slightly, and while the power of spiritual thoughts swarmed out, his hands began to perform the spell at an extremely fast speed. The next moment, the originally chaotic formation flags, formations
Under the manipulation of a pair of "invisible big hands", they were arranged in an extremely mysterious way.
Four hundred and thirty-nine palm-sized cyan spiritual groups were distributed in the void, like fireflies. As Kong Laosan thought, these cyan lights fluctuated together, some flying into the sky, and some escaping to the ground. It took only half a cup of tea to disperse.
As soon as it was empty, along with the surrounding fluctuations, these array flags and array disks immediately disappeared without a trace.
It was not until the "Rakshasa Heavenly Killing Earth Illusion Suppressing Spirit Formation" was set up that Kong Laosan let out a long sigh of relief. Then he stepped directly to the southwestern edge of the formation, and with a move of his hands, there was suddenly a palm-sized hand in his hand.
The wooden box was gifted by Zhao Chengyun.
With a flick of the flick, the wooden box opened in response. More than thirty jujube-sized, jade-like white jade stones seemed to be bathed in a pulpy white liquid. At the same time, a thick white spiritual power that turned into mist evaporated from it.
And out.
"Is this the best spiritual stone? It is indeed extraordinary!"
Kong Laosan murmured in his mouth, with a bit of surprise in his eyes.
In the world of cultivating immortals, spiritual stones are divided into four levels: low-grade, medium-grade, high-grade, and top-grade. The exchange ratio is usually one hundred. In other words, thirty top-grade spiritual stones are equivalent to 30 million low-grade spiritual stones, so originally
When he took the wooden box from Zhao Chengyun, Kong Laosan felt that it was "valuable".
Of course, theory is theory. In actual practice, the exchange of spiritual stones is much higher than the established ratio. The reason is that high-level spiritual stones are too rare. Especially the top-grade spiritual stones can almost be regarded as
To store war preparation materials, even some Nascent Soul old monsters, there are many people who have never seen the best spiritual stones in their lives.
"I hope this backhand won't be used!"
Putting these spiritual stones into the eyes of the main formation, Kong Laosan sighed and looked around. He seemed to recall the scenes half a month ago in his mind, and a sneer flashed at the corner of his mouth.
Half a month ago, Kong Laosan changed his name to "Zhao Yun" and went to the Three Treasures Hall to retrieve the custom-made array flags, spiritual materials, spiritual objects, etc. When he walked out of the gate of the Three Treasures Hall, he was attacked by five or six people for no reason.
A young man dressed in the inner sect of the Three Saints Sect stopped him. Originally, Kong Laodao was very unfamiliar with these people. If the other party hadn't specifically mentioned the words "Zhao Yun", "Zuixianglou", "the same name as his second brother", etc.
I had some vague impressions, but Kong Laosan really couldn’t remember them.
These people are not high in cultivation, perhaps because they are accustomed to relying on the name of the Three Saints Sect to dominate. They clamored that Kong Laosan was not allowed to call the name "Zhao Yun" in the future, and some thorns wanted to teach him a lesson.
He paused. This moment made Kong Laodao feel angry. There was no nonsense at all. He raised his fingertips, and a little golden light turned into a three-foot-long sword. He circled it gently, and the five or six people surrounding him directly
Was cut in half.
After doing this, the man sneered, turned into a blue rainbow, and fled into the air. In just two breaths, he disappeared without a trace.
Killing people on the street in public, and the ones they killed were the inner disciples of the Three Saints Sect. According to Kong Laosan's previous disciples, they would never do this. However, at this moment, a man can tolerate being a child, and at the same time, he will naturally become violent.
The use of thunderbolts to kill people just depends on the situation.
After everything was prepared, the Taoist looked at the sky and turned into a stream of light, speeding away in the direction of the Three Holy Mountains.
The Three Saints Sect has been passed down for a long time. It was founded by three old monsters in the late Nascent Soul stage and has a history of nearly three thousand years. Because the entire Three Saints Mountain is located on the main vein of a large spiritual vein, plus a spiritual eye on the top of the mountain.
Because of the spring, the entire Three Sacred Mountains are shrouded in spiritual mist all year round, like a fairyland on earth. Of course, due to the strict hierarchy, those who can climb to the top of the mountain, except for those Yuanying old monsters, even the Jindan ancestors are not allowed to take a step.
The Sansheng Sect recruits disciples every three years. So far, there are hundreds of thousands of outer disciples, and even the inner disciples have nearly ten thousand. In addition to listening to the elders of the sect preaching and practicing, most of the outer disciples
Time is spent on various mundane matters such as the various industries operated by the Sansheng Sect, including restaurants, shops, markets and other major profit-making industries; the main responsibility of the inner disciples is to supervise these outer disciples. Of course, if the inner disciples
No matter what task is assigned, these inner disciples are the chosen ones.
In addition to the disciples of the outer sect and the inner sect, as the mainstay of the Three Saints Sect, although the number of Jindan ancestors is not large, there are still nearly a hundred of them. As one of the few deterrents in Yuanying, the old monster will not easily
In the case of taking action, it is these Jindan ancestors who can really determine the victory or defeat of the Hefa Holy Alliance.
Nowadays, the entire Three Saints Sect, except for some inner disciples who are on night watch, seems a bit empty. Many wooden houses and bamboo shacks are dimly lit. Obviously, due to the battle with the Holy Alliance in recent years, it has become a whitening.
Therefore, most of the inner disciples were sent out. The huge Three Saint Sect actually showed a faint appearance of decadence.
There were few stars at night, and under the dim moonlight, at the back of the Three Sacred Mountains near the top, in the warm pavilion made of wood, bamboo and stone walls, faint sounds of excitement and moans could be heard softly.
, sometimes urgent and sometimes slow, sometimes not, like the sultry feathers, people can't help but want to find out.
Through the papered window lattice, three figures, one man and two women, seemed to be having some kind of in-depth communication, the impact of emotions, the blending of souls, and finally turned into melodious notes...
Just as the wind was floating in the Nuan Pavilion, a man in his twenties, wearing the attire of an inner sect disciple, and with a stern appearance slowly walked towards the mountain step by step. However, before he could get close to the Nuan Pavilion, he was stopped by two figures.
.
"Heh...who am I asking? It turns out to be Mr. Shen. Why, relying on the support of your great-uncle, the ancestor of Jindan, do you dare to ignore the order in the sect and come here to act wild?"
A man wearing a blue robe, a mustache, and a serious look on his face sarcastically looked at the visitor with a look of extreme disgust.
"Hey, Brother Wen, you should be careful what you say. Young Master Shen may just want to have a taste of the two "slaves" above! There are people behind them, but we brothers don't. If we offend someone, we will be sent to
On the front line, I don’t know how I will die when the time comes. Don’t you think so, Young Master Shen?”
Next to the man called Brother Wen, a tall man in blue robes, who looked to be around thirty, shook his head with a joking look on his face.
Hearing this, the stern man didn't react at all, and there was no expression on his face. He raised his fingers slightly, and the two of them felt a golden light flash in front of their eyes, a chill on their necks, and the next moment, they completely lost consciousness.
As if he had done something trivial, he flicked his fingertips, and a ball of spiritual light entered the body from the neck of the man named Wen. After about three breaths, the spiritual thread condensed into a net, and a ball of bright red blood essence fell on it.
before.
As he opened his mouth, a bead the size of a pigeon egg with dense blood streaks fell in front of him. At the same time, the originally handsome and stern man turned into the appearance of a yellow-faced Taoist.
With a casual move, the essence and blood in the spiritual net were extracted bit by bit, turned into a trace of blood mist, and disappeared into the orb. After doing this, the Taoist swallowed the orb into his mouth again, and at the same time, his mouth was full of blood.
Suddenly, the buccal muscles on his face bulged, wrinkles were erased, and his mustache condensed into shape in an instant, exactly like the man surnamed Wen lying on the ground now.
After looking up and down, the man nodded with satisfaction, then waved his sleeves, and the two people lying on the ground were blown down the mountain by a strong wind. At the same time, they walked slowly towards the Nuan Pavilion on the mountain.
With the help of the Phantom Blood Orb, Kong Laosan reached the top of the mountain smoothly. However, at this moment, the originally calm top of the Three Sacred Mountains erupted with a loud noise! Immediately afterwards, the spiritual mist rolled back,
In the empty void, the spiritual mist condensed and turned into two ten-foot-long human figures.