Chapter 97: No storage bag on the waist means weak? Being underestimated The final hunt in Lingshou Mountain has begun. The eight Yuanyings were divided into eight directions. After reaching the edge of Lingshou Mountain, they began to move inward. The Yuanying stage is in charge, the Jindan stage will take action to kill or capture the spirit beast alive, and the Qi training stage disciples will be responsible for cleaning the place. During the foundation-building period, disciples follow the rules. Advance step by step. The target is directly aimed at the main hall of Lingshou Mountain Sect. It is worth mentioning that this move is more targeted at the monks of Lingshou Mountain. During this period, no one is allowed to touch the spiritual medicines, demon beasts, etc. in Lingshou Mountain. According to the agreement among the six factions, the time to obtain the spoils has passed. If you miss it, you miss it.
. . . In a cave on the hillside of an unnamed hill, Li Xunhuan walked slowly into it with steady steps. There is a new kind of magical medicine here. Although it is not very old, it is the main ingredient of Dingyan Dan. If you pass by it, it is certainly not to be missed. The outside world is dark, and the cave is even darker. Fortunately, the cultivators rely on their spiritual sense. After a moment, Li Xunhuan put the elixir into his storage bag and walked with lighter steps. The Dingyan Pill is ready. Just then, there was movement in the darkness ahead. A third-level demon beast, the Black Wind Tiger, walked out, lowered its head and roared, and gusts of foul-smelling wind blew in the face. A talisman appeared in Li Xunhuan's hand and almost instantly turned into an ordinary golden needle. Invisible needle talisman! Invisible is not invisible, but invisible to divine consciousness. With a thought, he actually flew behind him. Strangely, there was a 'thump' sound of something falling to the ground behind me. The black wind tiger's eyes also lost their luster, and it pounced forward due to inertia. Li Xunhuan shifted his body and the Black Wind Tiger collided with a monk wearing the uniform of the Spirit Beast Mountain. Making noises in the east and attacking in the west? Since he got the Sky Eye, this tactic is useless to him. Thinking this, he walked out of the cave.
Then, fire bombs flew over and the monk returned to dust. The spirit beast's corpse entered the spirit beast bag, floated out with the storage bag, and hung around his waist. At this time, there were more than thirty bags around his waist. very annoying. There are too many monks who lack vision. A dozen bags of elders do not match the temperament. So before leaving the cave, he traded one item along with the other items. [Second-level top-grade rare item, underwater cave] Of course, he gave it a nice name. Crystal Palace! When you come out of the cave, Mo De looked up and saw a moon-covering divine ship moving forward. At the right time, a voice came. "The Yellow Maple Valley Disciple Rules are established," Old Monster Qiong? Li Xunhuan realized that the battle of the six factions besieging Lingshou Mountain was coming to an end. He took a step forward, and the Bingpo Cold Light Sword appeared under his feet, taking him towards the Yanyue Divine Ship. When he landed on the deck, he bowed and thanked "Thank you, uncle." In the Shenzhou room, old monster Qiong nodded from a distance. After doing all this, Li Xunhuan looked up at the deck, where the monks from the six sects gathered one by one. There is another acquaintance from Huang Fenggu. Senior Brother Wang, the Six-Bag Elder, came over and congratulated him with a flattering smile. "Brother Li, congratulations, you must have gained a lot." When he was halfway through his words, he saw that Li Xun Huan did not have a storage bag on his waist. He was startled at first, then his face became serious. "Brother, I hope you come back safely." It can talk. You really can't speak. At that moment, six cultivators at the peak of the foundation-building stage landed on the deck and just happened to hear these words. There were men and women, and fatigue was written on their faces. Zhao Jing glanced at Senior Brother Wang and saw Li Xunhuan by the way. As well as the lonely storage bag on the other person's waist, he immediately felt much better. Happiness comes from contrast. Although she fought hard in the cave and was exhausted, her efforts were not in vain.
The monks in Zhongjiashan are all elites, and there is no shortage of good things in their storage bags. Got rich. More importantly, they finally discovered the Sutra Repository. The six of them looked at each other, nodded to each other and left. They had to come to Zhongjiashan again. As for the rules? Isn't that what it's for breaking? . . . The top of the hill where the main hall of Lingshou Mountain is located. There were about two hundred foundation-building disciples and more than a thousand Qi-training disciples gathered in the square. They are the real elite disciples of Lingshou Mountain. Practicing secret techniques, contracting spirit beasts, magical instruments, and learning from an extraordinary teacher. Therefore, even if there is a disaster of annihilation, the sect’s arrangement is not to go into battle to kill the enemy, but to wait for rescue. Hopefully, one day, they will be able to revive the sect. In the hall behind it, there were only two people. Zhongli and Zhong Cheng. Zhongli had a calm expression, his hands behind his back, his eyes fixed on the Lingshou Mountain geomancy map. The fingers behind his back trembled slightly, and he immediately clenched them into fists. The Nascent Soul cultivators from the six sects could detect changes in the formation, so naturally he could detect it too. The formation is getting weaker, and we won't be able to hold on here sooner or later. Jindan cultivator Zhong Cheng knew nothing about this, so he asked about external rescue. "Ancestor, how long will it take for the Yuling Sect to reach my Spirit Beast Mountain?" Zhongli Chang breathed a sigh of relief, as if a burden had been lifted off his shoulders. He thought for a moment and responded seriously. "About ten days." "With the presence of the strange beast, I think the Yuling Sect should have known about this three days ago. In this case, the Yuling Sect's rescue will arrive in seven days." Zhong Cheng had an expression of surviving a disaster on his face. When he found that the ancestor shook his head, his heart skipped a beat and he became very nervous. "Ancestor, is there an accident?" "Well, if nothing unexpected happened, it was an accident." This matter concerns life and death, Zhong Cheng could not remain calm, and immediately refuted loudly, "Impossible, absolutely impossible. That is the Yuling Sect, a sect that can rival the entire country of Yue."
"It's not the Yuling Sect, it's us." "We? Impossible. We have the formation, it's impregnable." As he spoke, he suddenly looked at the formation, which was still working. Nothing unusual was found. He was puzzled. The Zhong family ancestor had no intention of teasing the younger generation, but his tone was a little sad. "The formation is getting weaker. In three days at most, the power of the formation will drop to the Jindan level. By then, you and I..." When Zhong Cheng heard this, different expressions such as ferociousness, pain, etc. flashed across his face one by one, and in the end, only determination remained. "Ancestor, Zhong Cheng is willing to fight to the death." The ancestor of the Zhong family nodded with satisfaction. He didn't expect that it would be this descendant who would accompany him in the end. Thirteen days ago, he was still the high and mighty Yuanying ancestor of Lingshou Mountain, and was expected to reach the middle stage of Yuanying. The three-headed black snake has advanced to level eight, and the future is bright. Now he was like a trapped beast, waiting for death to come. If you die, you die, and your family will be buried with you. As expected, the world is unpredictable, and you never know whether tomorrow or an accident will come first. Even though he had lived for hundreds of years, he couldn't help but sigh. "Old Ancestor, kill one of them to get what you want. I have long disliked those women from the Moon-shaking Sect and Lei Wanhe from the Yellow Maple Valley." Zhongli was so angry that he laughed and couldn't help but kick Zhong Cheng. What time is it and you are still so out of touch. After a pause, he said seriously, "You need to run for your life." "Can I still live?" When Zhong Cheng heard this, he pointed at himself and looked quite unconfident. The corner of Zhongli's mouth twitched. If it wasn't his own descendant, he wouldn't bother to care. He wiped it from the storage bag, and a cloak magic weapon floated out. After thinking about it, the spirit beast bag also floated out. The three of them landed in front of Zhong Cheng at the same time. He seemed to be giving instructions for his funeral. "This is a special ancient treasure that can speed up your escape technique. This is the spirit beast bag of my ancestor, the three-headed black snake. If you have the chance, cultivate your spirit beast." Zhong Cheng really wanted to tell the old man that his spirit beast had also died, but after thinking about it, he didn’t tell him because he had to give the old man hope. Then, he asked a serious question. "What if I can't run away?"
"You have to try everything. It's a fool to do nothing." "How to try." "Formation." Zhongli's face flashed with determination. He turned around and looked fiercely at the people from the six sects who were besieging the formation. "The final formation of my Spirit Beast Mountain is not just a turtle shell that can only defend." (End of this chapter)