Chapter three hundred and eighty seventh greedy his body
White mist shrouded everything, vaguely covering everything.
The swamp under this space has almost been turned over, and there are large and small potholes everywhere.
Of course, apart from the mess caused by the corpses of the earth beasts all over the ground, the most conspicuous thing was the dark hole.
Under the action of muddy water, the silt around the cave entrance was quickly backfilled, and the entire huge cave entrance should soon be closed again and restored to its original state.
Before taking back the big black clock in his hand, Qian Jiamu stood where Li Xuangang was before, looking down coldly.
Ye Zhen in front of her also looked down.
"The breath is gone..."
Looking at the hole that was gradually closing and almost disappearing, he said calmly to Qian Jiamu.
"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Ye has seen this person's physical strength just now. Even though he was successfully attacked by me, he will only be slightly injured at most and will not die directly."
The expression on Qian Jiamu's face became extremely cold at this moment, which was completely different from what he had shown before in front of Li Xuangang.
Apart from the fact that his appearance and body shape have not changed much, his expression and aura are as if he has completely changed into a different person.
Ye Zhen nodded and agreed with this statement, so he raised his body slightly and looked down at the entire swamp area below.
The big black clock held in his hand began to shrink, and eventually turned into an ordinary bell, spinning on the palm of his hand.
Qian Jiamu looked away from the dark hole. The black bell-shaped magic weapon in his hand still exuded an extremely heavy aura.
"Be careful next, that person used a special breath-containing technique and hid somewhere."
Looking around, Ye Zhen obviously agreed with Qian Jiamu's statement.
The blow just now could not have killed or seriously injured Li Xuangang, so the only possibility was that the other party took advantage of the situation and hid it.
Time passed in an instant, and the originally messy swamp had returned to its original state, including the large and small potholes, the corpse of the earth beast, and... the hole where Li Xuangang fell.
"The breathing technique that this person has practiced is quite clever."
Qian Jiamu looked around and found nothing, so he opened his mouth and said to Ye Zhen:
"Although it is contrary to the previous plan, Fellow Daoist Ye might as well transplant and store the sword tree first to avoid damage later. This person is not the earth beast from before, and there is no telling what he will do to the death."
The black-yellow sword in Ye Zhen's hand was held backwards and stood upright behind his back. He heard Qian Jiamu's words, so he turned to look at her, with some inexplicable expression on his face, and responded:
"Fellow Daoist Qian is not afraid that Ye will take the treasure and leave alone, regardless of the previous agreement between you and me?"
Qian Jiamu moved his gaze to the spiritual plant named Jianmu, and licked the corner of his mouth with his delicate tongue.
"Of course I can trust you, Fellow Daoist Ye. Getting that sword tree will relieve Fellow Daoist's worries. You and I will each get what we get, and Fellow Daoist can wholeheartedly help me get that person's body..."
Ye Zhen was noncommittal, still alert to his surroundings physically and mentally. He glanced at Qian Jiamu in front of him for a few times, and then his eyes fell on the sword tree.
"Since Daoist Fellow Qian can trust me, it's hard for Ye to change your mind."
After saying that, Ye Zhen suppressed the heat in his heart and flew towards the sword tree without revealing anything on his face.
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The entire body of the sword is ink-colored, emitting wisps of lingering sword intent.
The closer you get, the more obvious this sword intention becomes.
"A fourth-level sword tree..."
With this thought in his mind, his body moved more than ten inches above the swamp, and his free left hand was raised unconsciously.
Qian Jiamu certainly knows how rare a fourth-level sword tree is for a sword cultivator. Even for a cultivator like her who does not practice swordsmanship, it is of course a rare treasure that can be encountered but cannot be obtained.
But compared to what she wanted to get, this sword tree didn't seem impossible to give up.
So Qian Jiamu watched quietly from a short distance away as Ye Zhen gradually approached the spiritual plant that was about to enter the fourth level. While watching, he kept an eye on Li Xuangang who was hiding in the dark for him.
The mist returned to the white line again, gradually becoming thicker from thinner.
Under the white mist, Ye Zhen's outstretched left hand could already touch the dark leaves of the sword tree.
At this moment, a medium-sized shadow suddenly appeared in this space.
Along with it, there was a figure with torn clothes and a naked upper body.
It was Li Xuangang who was successfully attacked from behind by Qian Jiamu before!
The blue scales transformed by Qing Ling's Demonic Transformation Technique have completely faded away, and the body under the broken clothes appears to be very lean, with bulging muscles and smooth lines, except for a round dark brown mark on the back and chest.
With his face a little pale, Li Xuangang reappeared and looked at Qian Jiamu, then turned his head past her and looked at Ye Zhen further back who had stopped holding his left hand.
"It seems that you two have already planned..."
His voice was low, without any emotion or anger, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.
"Fourth level spiritual plant...Dongxuanzong sword cultivator...um...could it be that Fellow Daoist Qian is targeting me?"
He looked away, and his eyes suddenly became sharp.
An evil aura gradually emerged from Li Xuangang's position and swept in the direction of Qian Jiamu and Ye Zhen.
Qian Jiamu turned around and faced Li Xuangang in front of him. His eyes traced his body inch by inch, and the greed in his eyes no longer concealed anything.
The person in the dark appeared, and Ye Zhen naturally gave up the idea of transplanting the sword wood at this time.
After all, this is an extremely delicate process, and there is a risk of damage, which will affect the smooth progression of the sword wood in the future.
So he casually built a small sword array and surrounded the sword tree in the center for protection.
Feeling another way of using swordsmanship, Li Xuangang raised his eyes and saw the soil around the sword tree changing in Ye Zhen's hands. One after another sword blades made of yellow mud stretched out, pushing the centermost
The sword tree was guarded, and the sword intent around it became even more intense.
"Swordsmanship can actually be used like this?"
Remembering it in his heart, Li Xuangang took a step forward, and the shadow behind him followed him forward.
After the sword array was completed, Ye Zhen stopped staying and landed on Qian Jiamu's side, facing Li Xuangang who was slowly approaching the two of them.
"I heard that Fellow Daoist Qian has a secret technique that can smell the breath of monks, and I was a little surprised. Generally speaking, this secret technique is rarely practiced by monks unless there is a special need, and..."
Stopping and looking at Qian Jiamu in front of him with a stern face, he continued:
"And this kind of secret technique is usually added to certain exercises to provide corresponding assistance in practice."
"Fellow Daoist Qian fell in love with Li's physical body... Well, I don't know what kind of skill he is practicing!"
Qian Jiamu did not answer this question, but asked in a slightly doubtful tone:
"At this time, if an ordinary monk realizes that he has fallen into a trap and is facing two monks of the same level, and one of them is a sword cultivator, he should immediately think of a way to escape, but...
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"How come Fellow Daoist Li is so confident?"
Li Xuangang:
"You won't know until you try whether you can fight or not. Besides, I also want to try your methods."
As soon as these words came out, the surrounding air condensed a bit, including the strange white mist.
Ye Zhen unconsciously let out a few subtle chuckles, while Qian Jiamu laughed directly.
"A little casual cultivator in a corner, his tone is quite arrogant."
The laughter stopped suddenly, and a dark and gloomy aura emanated from Qian Jiamu's body, which was on par with Ye Zhen's sword intent.
For a time, the aura of a large family belonging to the Nascent Soul stage was fully revealed.
With his eyes half-closed, Li Xuangang looked at each other intently.
He was still a little confused at first. How could Qian Jiamu have the confidence to conspire with a powerful swordsman in this space, with most of his spiritual power suppressed by the white mist, and not be afraid that the latter would become the last oriole?
Because as long as the techniques are clean, the Huangling Qian family can't trace Ye Zhen. Besides, Dongxuan Sect is far from being comparable to a small Nascent Soul family.
Now it seems that it turns out that the family was not the reason why Qian Jiamu dared to join forces with Ye Zhen. Her confidence came from her own transcendent strength.
A familiar breath entered Li Xuangang's mind, and then he suddenly realized.
"I see!"
Qian Jiamu waved his hand, and several tall figures clad in red robes appeared in the air, all exuding a terrifying aura.
There are actually five excellent corpses that have reached the third level of middle grade!
The white mist here will suppress the spiritual power in the body, but it does not require so much to control the corpse. Although it has some impact on the strength, it will not be half as strong as an ordinary monk.
These five third-level middle-grade refined corpses are Qian Jiamu's confidence.
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As the incident progressed to this point, Li Xuangang already had a clear understanding of the entire incident.
Qian Jiamu and Ye Zhen discovered together that this rare sword tree was real.
It is true that they sealed the earth beast and promised to come back to kill it in a few years.
It is also true that Ye Zhen wants the sword tree that is about to enter the fourth level.
It's just that Qian Jiamu's goal was deviated. Her goal was not the sword tree, but Li Xuangang, whom she accidentally met in Shuangjiao City.
She made an agreement with Ye Zhen that she would not compete with him for the sword tree, but the latter would help her take down Li Xuangang. To be precise, he should take down Li Xuangang's body.
The five refined corpses made a way, and Qian Jiamu floated in from them, only three feet away from Li Xuangang.
This is the scope of her olfactory secrets.
He took a deep breath, and a look of intoxication appeared on his round face.
"This alluring power of blood..."
After pausing for a long time, he exhaled the breath he inhaled, as if he was reluctant to let go.
Qian Jiamu's eyebrows were clear and he said:
"Fellow Daoist Li, your body may have the potential to enter the fourth level. I wonder if you can give this little girl such a chance."
Li Xuangang didn't answer, he just looked at him like this.
Ye Zhen, who was standing behind Qian Jiamu, had also passed through the five refined corpses and landed next to the former again.
"Fellow Daoist Ye, be careful later. The method of refining corpses is somewhat special and requires living people."
Ye Zhen dropped the black-yellow sword standing on his back and held it diagonally in his hand.
"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Qian, Ye will handle the matters agreed upon previously."
The sudden pressure hit me like reality.
The shadow behind him dispersed, and from Li Xuangang's shadow, the stiff figure gradually solidified.