When Patriarch Jiyin heard what the Taoist said, he couldn't help but frown in his heart and secretly cursed "old fox". But there was nothing strange on his face.
"Brother Qi seems to have asked this question more than once. Wu Mou said a long time ago that the boy named Bai suddenly killed Xiao Sun in the Xutian Palace. That's why Wu Mou must capture him alive, extract his soul and refine it.
God." Jiyin Patriarch said coldly after his face hardened.
"Hehe! When Brother Wu first said this when he came here two years ago, I naturally believed it. But now such a long time has passed. Brother Wu didn't even care about Xuanyin Island, and even stayed here.
He didn't want to be distracted by the battle. If he said it was just to avenge Lingsun, Brother Wu, do you think Qi would believe it?" The Taoist shook his head lightly and said disapprovingly.
"Besides, in the past two years, in addition to Brother Wu's sudden visit to the island, an elder Xuanji has also been quietly reported from Wanfa Sect. In addition, there are at least two or three unidentified Nascent Soul Stage colleagues who have also sneaked in under different disguises.
The waters of this island. When did our Qiyuan Island have such great charm and attract so many high-profile people?
People are paying attention to the local area together? It was not until the past two days that I received the exact news. These people, like Brother Wu, are also looking for the deworming boy named Bai. Brother Wu, don’t tell me, these fellow Taoists also want to report some killings.
Take revenge on Sun!" The Taoist surnamed Qi seemed to want to show off his cards. He stared at Patriarch Jiyin and said slowly with a half-smile.
Ji Yin's heart trembled, and his face became cold, then he fell silent.
"Brother Wu, why keep hiding it needlessly? No matter what big secrets the boy named Bai has. But now that so many comrades know about it, then one more of me is not more, and one less of me is not more. Brother Wu can be honest
If you file a lawsuit, it might be more beneficial! And
Now in this sea area, in addition to Taoist disciples appearing as insect demons, there are actually some other monks pretending to be this person and appearing everywhere, clearly trying to muddy the water." The Taoist priest seemed to see what Ji Yin was thinking.
He was shaken and continued to persuade calmly.
"Hmph! Since Brother Qi already knows so many things, he won't figure out the mystery by himself. Why bother asking Wu again?" Patriarch Jiyin finally replied in a bad tone.
"I believe that even if Brother Wu doesn't want to tell the truth, Qi will have at most half a year to figure out the whole story. But by then, I'm afraid I won't be the only one who knows about it.
The Biyun Sect is a family. I don’t want to see this situation happen. If that’s the case, it’s better to join forces with fellow Taoists and give it a try first.” The Taoist surnamed Qi did not hide his plans at all.
After hearing this, Patriarch Jiyin's face remained uncertain for a long time.
After lowering his head and pondering for a moment, he finally let out a long sigh and compromised with a wry smile to the Taoist priest:
"Ahem! It's not that Wu deliberately wanted to deceive. But in order to prevent this secret from being leaked, several other Taoist friends and I swore on our own inner demons that we would never tell outsiders about this matter. However, since Wan Dharma Sect,
Xuanji also followed me here. No matter how much truth Wan Tianming reveals, he has more or less broken his oath, so I have nothing to worry about."
"That's right. Brother Wu, does he really care about the oath? Qi never pays attention to this. If the inner demon is really so efficacious, most of us monks who practice side sects and magic skills will probably be dead long ago.
." Upon hearing Ji Yin's words, the Taoist priest put his hands in joy and laughed.
"Although I don't care about my inner demons. But if too many people know about this, I'm afraid I won't even be able to drink any leftover soup." Jiyin Patriarch said with a hint of helplessness.
Then his face twisted and his lips moved slightly to make a sound.
When the Taoist surnamed Qi saw how cautious Patriarch Jiyin was, he was a little unimpressed at first. But after hearing a few words, his expression suddenly changed, and his eyes showed a look of surprise.
"Is what the fellow Taoist said true? Is that thing really born?" The Taoist priest looked excited and his voice was slightly trembling.
"If it weren't for this treasure, do you think there would be so many Yuanying Stage monks gathered here?" Patriarch Jiyin asked calmly.
"Yes! It seems that what Brother Wu said is true! Fellow Taoist Wu has covered up this matter well enough! This thing has been around for such a long time, but there is no rumor outside. Qi is really impressed. However,
If my friend had informed me earlier, Qi would definitely have sent more manpower, and maybe he would have been able to find that kid early." While the Taoist priest was overjoyed, he could not help but feel a bit of complaint in his words.
"Fellow Taoist said it lightly. Can such things be leaked casually? If I hadn't felt that this matter had been concealed for so long, several other people might have leaked something, and Wu would not say it easily even now.
Naturally, the fewer people who know about this matter, the better." Patriarch Jiyin preached in an angry tone.
"Brother Wu is right! If Qi knows this information, he will never want to have one more person to divide the treasure." The Taoist priest nodded and agreed without hesitation.
"But now it seems that this news can no longer be suppressed for much longer. The news of this treasure's appearance will eventually spread." Jiyin Patriarch's face twitched, and there was a trace of unwillingness on his face.
"Haha! Brother Wu should know that there is no airtight wall in this world. Then Qi will leave first. I will go down and send more people to try to find this person one step ahead of others." Qi
The Taoist priest gave a brief explanation, then stood up and left, with a hint of excitement on his face.
Patriarch Jiyin did not do much to persuade him to stay. After clasping his fists, he watched the Taoist priest leave the house and disappear.
Jiyin Patriarch sat back on the chair again, without moving his body, but with a sneer on his face.
It seems that once the word "profit" comes to mind, the other party will immediately become more anxious than himself.
It seemed that there was nothing wrong in choosing to tell the other party about the Xutian Cauldron.
Bai Ran, that boy, is hiding somewhere, and his whereabouts have not yet been traced.
If it weren't for the fact that he had killed the monks from Biyun Sect before, he would have almost thought that the other monks had played a trick of escaping the golden cicada and gone to another monster island.
Now that time waits for no one, he can only rely on the local forces of Biyun Sect to take one step at a time.
After Ji Yin Chang secretly weighed the pros and cons, he took a long breath and the room became silent.
...In a certain sea area, an ordinary-looking young man wearing a green shirt was looking coldly at several pale-faced low-level monks in front of him. Above his head, there was a large swarm of golden and silver insects.
It's buzzing.
One of the middle-aged monks from the "Insect Demon" called out the other party's identity with a sad face.
After hearing this, the young man sneered a few times and pointed at the people in front of him without saying a word. The insect cloud above his head immediately roared and surged away in an overwhelming force.
Although these low-level monks tried their best to resist with their protective spiritual weapons, they were completely covered up by these flying insects in the blink of an eye. After a while, these people disappeared from the world without a trace.
"You're really overestimating your capabilities if you want to fight to the death with this little level of cultivation!" The young man put away the storage bags left by several people one by one and said to himself disapprovingly.
Then he casually glanced in a certain direction, and the person turned into a blue light and flew away from here.
After a while, a white light suddenly flashed somewhere in the sky, revealing a white-faced monk in the early stages of pill formation. This man's face was extremely ugly.
Looking at the direction in which the young man disappeared, he gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, and flew away in the opposite direction.
...Half a month later, Bai Ran finally returned to the small island in the foggy sea.
Although he had not returned for several years, everything in the cave was safe and sound. This made him finally feel relieved, which he had been worried about.
Bai Ran first rested in the house for a few days, then sorted out the various rare materials and demon pills obtained from this trip, and put them into categories one by one to prepare for future elixir refining.
Ten days later, Bai Ran, who felt that all the physical and mental fatigue had been washed away, finally entered the alchemy room with all the materials.
A few years ago, after he refined the last batch of elixirs in the cave of Tianxing City, he vaguely felt that he had reached a certain bottleneck in alchemy. It seemed that with a little more effort, he would enter a different realm of alchemy.
Therefore, Bai Ran had no intention of using the sixth- and seventh-level demon pills immediately. Instead, he took out a batch of fifth-level demon pills and placed them on the ground aside.
According to Bai Ran's estimation, although his talent in alchemy is average, his alchemy skills are not far behind even if he has not yet reached the level of an alchemy master.
After all, no one has the luxury of using so many demon pills to practice like him.
The most important thing about alchemy is experience and proficiency.
So he planned to practice using the fifth-level demon elixir first to see if he could really achieve any breakthrough in the alchemy method.
With this thought, Bai Ran looked at the cauldron in front of him, waved his hand, and a level five demon pill automatically flew to the cauldron, and at the same time, the cauldron lid moved away on its own.
The door to the alchemy room remained closed for three full years.
One day three years later, when Bai Ran walked out calmly, the demon pills had turned into various rare pills.
In the first two years, Bai Ran naturally spent all his time refining elixirs based on fifth-level demon elixirs.
Although these pills have no significant effect on him now, if any one of them fell into the hands of a monk in the foundation building stage, it would definitely make them ecstatic and coveted.
After refining these elixirs, Bai Ran's application of alchemy techniques finally reached another level.
After all, even a genuine alchemy master would not have the opportunity to spend so much money practicing with so many demon pills.
An ordinary alchemist can use thirty or forty demon pills to refine elixirs in his lifetime, which is considered a great thing.
Even though the refining methods of each elixir are quite different, there are always some commonalities that Bai Ran can learn from.
In this way, after many times of refining rare elixirs, Bai Ran's alchemy skills were suddenly improved to a level higher than that of the rumored alchemy master.
As a result, when Bai then uses the sixth or seventh level demon elixir, the elixir success rate will naturally increase a lot.
This makes Bai Ran extremely happy!
Otherwise, given the rarity of level 6 and 7 elixirs, even Bai Ran would not be willing to waste them easily.
After finishing the alchemy, Bai Ran took a short break for a month.
During this period, Bai Ran made several more trips to the insect room and looked at the three-color gold-eating bugs and the original unevolved gold-eating bugs in the two insect rooms.
When he was in the alchemy room, he asked the puppet to take turns feeding the two kinds of gold-eating insect's spread-leaf neon grass.
As a result, a very bad news emerged.
Although the three-color gold-eating bugs can still eat the neon grass, the grass seems to have lost the special effect that can make them violent and excited, and there is no abnormal change after eating.
At the beginning, Bai Ran thought that the effect of Nishang Grass was not obvious because the time was too short and there were too many gold-eating insects.
Therefore, out of suspicion, he now isolated hundreds of tricolor gold-eating insects and fed them exclusively on this grass to observe changes in their habits.
But after several feedings, these gold-eating bugs were still the same as before, without any unusual reactions.
This made Bai Ran feel upset for a while.
Now he can conclude that the neon grass has really lost its miraculous effect on the evolution of gold-eating insects.
Although he doesn't know what the mystery is, there is no doubt that he has now lost the method to quickly reproduce and advance the three-color gold-eating bugs.
These beetles are one less than one!
Now he had no choice but to go back to the old path and let the puppet concentrate on feeding the neon grass to those golden and silver unevolved gold-eating insects.
Nowadays, the temperament of these gold-eating insects is getting more and more violent, and it seems that the next breeding is not far away.
After dealing with all this, Bai Ran regained his composure and entered the retreat room.
With the help of various elixirs, he planned to master the eighth-level Qingyuan Sword Technique first, so as to reach the middle stage of elixir formation.
Sitting cross-legged on a futon in the secret room, Bai Ran took out a medicine bottle that he had prepared earlier from his storage bag.
Then he poured out a glowing red dragon's eye elixir, put it in his mouth with one hand, and swallowed it with his head raised.
Feeling the power of the medicine that started to heat up slightly in his abdomen, Bai Ran silently recited the eighth-level sword art and slowly closed his eyes.
...Time flies and years are ruthless.
Bai Ran worked hard in the cave to cultivate his sword skills, and time passed unknowingly.
This process of constantly taking pills and then refining the potency into spiritual power is extremely boring.
Fortunately, Bai Ran was only thinking about perfecting his skills so that he could be able to protect himself. With this kind of thinking, he didn't feel depressed at all.
Fifteen or six years passed in the blink of an eye.
Bai Ran finally broke through the bottleneck in the middle stage of pill formation and completed the eighth level of Qingyuan Sword Technique.
Although he was excited, he was not in a hurry to leave the seclusion immediately. Because there was still more than half of the elixir in his hand, he would not fail to refine it.
So Bai Ran, who had just entered the middle stage of pill formation, forced himself to calm down and continue to practice the ninth level of sword art.
The ninth level of Sword Technique is naturally different from the next level, which is a few minutes more difficult.
Spring passes and winter comes, autumn passes and summer solstice passes, and one year after another passes.
The door to the retreat room was always closed tightly. Everything in the cave began to be covered with a thick layer of dust.
It’s as if this place has gradually turned into an ancient tomb ruins!
...It was a calm morning in the sea near the Sea of Fog. Some early-rising seabirds kept circling low in the sea, occasionally making a few sharp calls. There was a peaceful scene all around.
But a moment later, a light suddenly flashed in the distant sky, and then several blue-red rays of light flew toward the foggy sea like lightning.
After a while, the figure in the distant light could finally be seen clearly. It turned out to be three women, two men and several monks running towards this side as hard as they could.
Among them, except for a middle-aged man in his forties who is in the early stage of foundation building, the other four are monks in the Qi refining stage, and they are all between the ages of seventeen or eighteen to twenty-three or thirty-four years old. They are extremely young.
!
These people were flying towards this side in a panic, while looking behind them from time to time, as if something was chasing them.
In the blink of an eye, these people flew near the sea of fog.
"Uncle Sun! There is a sea fog in front of us. Let's go inside and rest for a while! Otherwise, we will not be able to hold on until those things come after us." Among the five people, there was a girl in yellow who was only fifteen or sixteen years old.
, said to the middle-aged man somewhat breathlessly.
This girl has a round face, big black eyes, and a baby-fat look. She looks very pretty and cute.
But at this moment, her face was sweating profusely, her face was pale, and she looked like her power was about to run out.
"this……"
The middle-aged man was stunned when he heard this. After looking at the other three men and women, he found that although their situation was better, they were not much better.
"Okay. Let's recover some mana in the sea of fog, and then leave immediately. Even if those guys put some distance away, they will still pursue them relentlessly. It's better to be cautious. If we are caught up, we will have no chance to survive.
It's okay." The middle-aged monk hesitated and looked back before reluctantly agreeing.
These words immediately made the young men and women look happy.
The cultivation of these few people is really shallow, and it is extremely difficult for them to keep flying here. Even if they know that staying now is extremely dangerous, they can't care about this much.
The direction changed and he flew towards the sea of fog.
"The sea fog here is really thick. Maybe if we stay here, we can avoid being tracked by those guys!" Another stout young man in his twenties said in surprise shortly after entering the sea of fog.
"Stop being delusional. Although I don't know how the other side can keep chasing us. But this is definitely not something that a little sea fog can deceive. Let's fly closer and see if there are any resting places like rocks below.
"You can recover mana faster by meditating." The middle-aged monk retorted unceremoniously. The stout young man's face turned slightly red and he took the lead to escape downwards.
Naturally, the others did not dare to fall behind and followed closely.
"Hey! There is an island here!" After a moment, the girl in yellow shirt suddenly exclaimed in surprise.
Without this woman's reminder, several other people also clearly saw the island obscured by thick fog, and couldn't help but look at each other.
"There won't be any other monsters here, right?" A young female nun with an ordinary appearance in a blue dress became a little scared.
"There shouldn't be any coincidences, and besides, we don't have to worry about it. Let's go to the island quickly and recover our mana!" The middle-aged man was a little hesitant at first, but then he made up his mind.
Seeing this, the others said nothing more and landed lightly on the island together.
"It seems that there is good spiritual energy there. Let's meditate there!" As soon as his feet landed on the ground, the middle-aged man released his spiritual consciousness to sense the situation on the island, and then pointed at it in surprise and said.
The direction he pointed was exactly where the only small mountain range on the island was.
When the men and women heard this, they couldn't help but perked up.
Then the middle-aged monk took the lead and flew over without saying a word. The other four male and female monks hurriedly followed.
Now that they can recover more mana, they may be able to escape disaster. Naturally, they are not willing to let go of this rare place with spiritual roots.
After a while, a few people arrived at the small green mountain range.
I randomly found a low mountain peak, held a spiritual stone in each hand, and began to sit cross-legged and meditate impatiently, absorbing the strong spiritual energy nearby.