Xiaoxianzhou has a vast land and a vast variety of resources, many of which are rarely visited.

Even monks who can fly with swords will not easily get involved.

First of all, they don’t have time. Everyone is working hard to achieve immortality and want to live longer than decades. If they really want to go to jungle, why not go to places where there is already a map?

At least the local ecological environment and monster plantings will be marked on the map. Even if the information is incomplete, it is better than breaking into a strange wild area with dark eyes.

When the monks arrive at the Golden Pill Realm, they don’t have to explore these places in person. Some of them are horsemen working hard, and there are many ways to earn spiritual sand from the Golden Pill Realm. At the least, they can be a bodyguard or simply kill and rob.

So there are many wilderness areas like the Sunset Swamp that are not usually visited by monks in Xiaoxianzhou.

Gu Xialing is one of them.

It is located in the north of Xiaoxianzhou, with mountains and ridges everywhere. Because it is covered with red fog all year round, it looks like the sunset falling from the sky and sprinkled here, so it is named after the name Juxialing.

Lu Anzhi and his six men arrived here on a flying mount after seven days.

"Fellow Daoist, are you sure you didn't find the wrong place?"

The Crazy Sword Man sat cross-legged on a crane, holding the flying sword in both hands, looking impatient.

He hated the most about sleeping in the open. If Wuchen hadn't said that this jungle trip involved secret swords, he wouldn't have come to kill him.

Jian Shisan closed his eyes, but his ears moved, and he was obviously very concerned about this issue.

"It should be true!"

Lu Anzhi took the Love Crazy Stone and searched for the information obtained by Fo Xia, but unfortunately he found nothing.

“How long does it take to find the treasure?”

The Crazy Sword Man asked.

"have no idea!"

Lu Anzhi told the truth.

The Crazy Sword Man looked at Wuchen: "I will stay for ten days at most. If I don't get anything, I will leave!"

"You are a swordsman at least, why are you not patient at all?"

Sanqi retorted, she didn't like the attitude of this guy talking to Dalang.

"I only have patience with kendo!"

The Crazy Sword Man licked his lips and looked at Lu Anzhi: "If he was willing to discuss with me once a month, he would let me accompany him for the rest of his life, I would have no objection."

"You're so ugly."

Lu Anzhi was outspoken.

"What?"

The Crazy Sword Man didn't react for a while.

"Lu Anzhi is saying that you are too ugly, he doesn't need you to accompany you!"

Wuchen laughed and tried to tell jokes to ease the atmosphere.

“…”

The Crazy Sword Man has a very irritable temper. If he were to be a regular person, he would definitely curse himself or even draw his sword. But today, he was a little regretful that he was no longer a daughter.

"Anzhi, it's so boring, tell a story?"

Lu Lingxi begged.

This kind of rushing is the most tormenting and has no fun at all.

"good!"

This time Lu Anzhi talked about a Langya Bang.

This is because there are outsiders present, and he is embarrassed to speak female respectful literature, otherwise what will be his face? Wuchen and the other two must think that there is something wrong with his brain.

Otherwise, which man would write novels with women as the protagonists?

Sure enough, after an hour of talking, Lu Lingxi yawned and lost interest, but Wuchen and the other two became addicted.

"Don't stop, keep going!"

Wuchen likes this kind of revenge drama.

Even the meditative sword Thirteen opened his eyes and looked at Lu Anzhi.

Time flies so quickly, like a decisive look when a goddess catches a rich man and abandons a spare tire.

Three days later, Lu Anzhi stopped below a canyon.

"arrive?"

Wuchen was revived.

The canyon below is covered with red mist and nothing can be seen.

"No surprise, it should be here."

Lu Anzhi was hesitating, how to speak and let others explore the way first. Wuchen had already rushed down, and Jian Shisan and the Crazy Sword Man didn't care whether there was any danger or not, so he chased him closely.

“…”

Lu Anzhixin said, are you too careful?

"The swordsman's character is like this, they are never afraid of fighting."

Lu Lingxi knew that Lu Anzhi was still a rookie, so she explained that if it were another monk, she would definitely be very cautious and would be a bit of intrigue.

"Let's go too!"

Lu Anzhi and the other two landed, and then walked carefully into the canyon.

The canyon is very wide, about 30 meters, the rock walls on both sides are also very high, and extremely steep, and it feels like a mountain, which was split open by a giant axe of the gods.

"Lingxi, what do you think?"

Lu Anzhi asked.

The encyclopedia of Ai Crazy Stone does not include the data here. It is either not famous or extremely dangerous, and everyone who knows it is dead.

"I have an unknown feeling!"

Lu Lingxi frowned slightly and looked at the surrounding environment carefully.

Suddenly, there was a sound of fighting and Wuchen's angrily shouting from the front.

Lu Anzhi and the other two looked at each other, accelerated immediately, and rushed forward.

The man who fought with the Crazy Sword was a monk wearing a black robe and a white mask. His weapon turned out to be a bone hammer formed by twelve skulls gathered together.

It looks very terrifying and a little scary.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, be careful, this guy is a ghost cultivator!"

Dust-free reminder.

"Ghost Cultivation?"

Lu Anzhi looked at it carefully.

Sure enough, there was no flesh between the monk's mask and collar, but the miserable white cervical spine. It was indeed a bit scary to meet in this wilderness.

"What's going on?"

Sanqi asked, took a step forward and stood in front of him.

"We are searching for here, and this guy suddenly appears and attacks the Crazy Sword Man, and it seems that he wants to kidnap him!"

Wuchen explanation.

The two of them didn't help because the Crazy Sword Man could handle it, and they had to be alert to each other.

If you didn’t hold the map, Wu Chen would never come, so if you were not holding the map, you would definitely have a problem with a ghost cultivator.

"Kidnapping? Torture intelligence?"

Lu Anzhi frowned and looked at the ghost cultivator. The opponent's offensive was light and he was not panicked at all. He was obviously self-controlled and full of confidence.

"Crazy fellow Taoist, stop beating!"

Lu Lingxi glanced at it and gave a reminder.

"Forget it, stop!"

Wuchen also spoke.

The Crazy Sword Man and the Ghost Cultivator obviously have other purposes, and they all did not do their best. In this way, they would not be able to get any results if they fought for another ten days.

"Fellow Daoist suddenly attacked us, so I always have to give an explanation, right?"

Wuchen questioned.

"I am a ghost cultivator!"

The sound of the black robe is sometimes close and sometimes far away, like a ghost fire, and is filled with cold air. Just listening to a sentence makes people feel cold all over the body, as if a large piece of ice is stuffed into their ears.
To be continued...