When Huo Ziqi received this errand, he felt secretly happy.

Now the Immortal Alliance and the Demon Cultivator are fighting on both sides of the demonic path, staying in Kunwu, and they are inevitably involved. In particular, there are only three Nascent Soul Cultivators in the Spirit Beast Sect, who are the lowest in cultivation and have always been responsible for being cannon fodder.

Now, not only can he leave Kunwu Mountain with justification and stay away from danger, but he may also get the opportunity from it and advance in one fell swoop.

Coincidentally, Zong Si, who was carrying out this mission with him, had known him for several years and had a good relationship.

On the surface, he and Zong Si had nothing in common. One was the ancestor of the Nascent Soul who had been passed down for tens of thousands of years, and the other was the elder of the small and medium-sized sect who had barely advanced to the Nascent Soul and struggled to maintain the Taoist tradition. One was young and had a bright future, and the other was about to transform into a state of transformation. The path of immortality had reached its peak.

But in fact, Huo Ziqi felt that their situation was not much different.

He is indeed not old, but not young. He is over 700 years old. The life span of a Nascent Soul cultivator has passed halfway through. He is still trapped in the early stage of Nascent Soul. Not to mention the promotion, even the peak of his cultivation is out of reach. To help the natal spirit beast advance, it is not easy for the cultivator of the Spirit Beast Sect to advance. Many seniors with extraordinary qualifications have stopped at the early stage of Nascent Soul. Moreover, his own qualifications can only be considered middle-to-high, and the promotion to Nascent Soul shocked many brothers.

With an ordinary qualification, his cultivation has stopped moving forward in the past two hundred years. Although he is a supreme elder admired by everyone in the Lingbeast Sect, in the view of the first Lingyun Patriarch, he is no different from the head of the sect who is responsible for choreography. He is just a higher cultivation level and can be on the stage.

If there is no accident, the remaining five or six hundred years will be almost the same. Like most Nascent Soul monks, they will stop at the early stage of Nascent Soul until they are transformed.

But how could he be willing? If he had a little chance, even if he risked his death, he would still want to go further and advance to the middle stage.

In this regard, Zong Si, who had only two or three hundred years of life left, was the same as him, and even more urgent.

So, as soon as they accepted this task, the two of them thought of a secret warehouse of the ancient sect. This opportunity was too rare. In the past, they had to pay a huge price to get such news, but now they have obtained clues for nothing.

In the eyes of others, the map was too blurry and it was difficult to find a place to hide treasures. It was also deserted and not even a spiritual vein. This was really not a good job. But he and Zong Si had his other ideas. The map was vast and could not find a definite clue, and they should avoid disaster and not suffer any losses. If they found something, it would be their great opportunity.

With this idea in mind, they came to the West.

Unexpectedly, this time, God really favored them.

They settled in an oasis halfway through and accidentally discovered the place where Gu Xiu was sitting. On the body of that senior Gu Xiu, they found a complete map. Comparing this map with the broken map in their hands, the two found that the secret warehouse was in Fengsha City.

Before leaving, the two took away everything from the temporary cave. Unexpectedly, a strange insect was retained in the spiritual beast bag of this senior Gu Xiu, and it has survived to this day. Hundreds of flying insects flocked out, chasing them both to the dust.

They fled to the vicinity of Fengsha City in a mess. They finally got rid of the strange insects. They just fell into the small town next to them, recovered their spiritual energy, and were about to enter according to the map, and happened to meet Qin Shoujing and Mo Qingwei from Xuanqing Gate.

He was jealous of these two people, or in other words, few of the monks from Tianji were not jealous of them. Their path to cultivation of immortality was so smooth that it made people jealous. At a young age, he had already advanced to the Nascent Soul. Especially Qin Shoujing, who had two spiritual roots like him, had successfully formed a baby in his life in the age of 200, and he advanced to the middle stage early, leaving a thousand-year-old life, and maybe he had the chance to attack the transformation of the gods.

If he could, he really didn't want to reveal this to them, but among the people who took the map from the demon cultivator, there was Xuanyin Daojun from Xuanqing Sect. He and Huo Zong finally decided to bring them into the group. From another perspective, Qin Shoujing Shen passed the people and joined him, he was more confident.

After entering the Fengsha City and finding that the formation was difficult to crack and there was no substantial danger, he immediately proposed the idea of ​​parting. If they could deal with it, there would be no need to share the treasure with these two people. If it exceeded their ability, it would not be too late to send another message. Even if it was discovered in the middle, it would be an excuse to find the entrance just now.

But he never expected that just as he and Zong Si were about to break the formation, the demon cultivator that Qin Shoujing and the others had discovered actually appeared.

The blue-skinned male cultivator seemed not to take them seriously at all, but just ordered his maid to take action.

Huo Ziqi was furious, not only because this man killed his spirit beast looking for spirit butterflies, but also because of their contempt.

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The Golden-winged Roc let out a chirping sound, and the demon cult named Hongxiao hummed contemptuously, and the strange weapon in his hand, which was like a windmill, turned up and rushed towards the Golden-winged Roc.

Huo Ziqi sneered, and whipped the whip in his hand and kept growing longer and rolling towards Hongxiao.

However, Hongxiao didn't look at it, her figure was changing and she penetrated through it, and her double-edged dagger in her hand pierced the golden-winged roc hard.

The golden-winged big roll opened its mouth and a flash of lightning slashed towards Hongxiao.

Thunder-type spells are the most powerful of all types of spells, especially the Golden-winged Roc is already at the eighth level. Unable to avoid it, Hong Xiao held the middle of the double-edged dagger and pulled it, and still restored it to two daggers. Then he made a mistake with his hands, and the crossed dagger easily blocked the lightning.

Huo Ziqi's face darkened. He thought that he and Zong Si were both in the early stage of the Nascent Soul, and these two demon cultivators were also in the early stages, so they might not be weaker than them. It was not until this time that he realized that he had underestimated the demon cultivator.

Kunwu has almost no real demon cultivator, including the pervert of Master Songfeng, and is not a simple demon cultivator. For tens of thousands of years, demon cultivator has been rejected from the north of the Heavenly Demon Mountain, which makes them underestimate the strength of demon cultivator. In fact, in terms of fighting alone, the strength of demon cultivator is higher than that of them, but there are not many demon cultivators, so they have been suppressed.

"Brother Zong!" Huo Ziqi was about to ask Zong Si to take action, but he glanced at him, but found that Zong Si was fighting with the tangled demonic energy. The Five Elements Flag and the demonic energy were entangled and could not escape. The demon cultivator was still standing aside and watching him fight Hong Xiao coldly.

He felt a chill in his heart. It was not until this time that he knew what Qin Shoujing meant. This male cultivator seemed to have only the initial level of cultivation, but his strength was far better than him and Zong Si. He couldn't help but regret why he wanted to swallow the treasures and subdue Qin Shoujing and the other two? If the four of them joined forces, they would definitely be able to beat these two.

But it was too late to regret. I could only hope that Qin Shoujing and Mo Qingwei could detect the fluctuations of spiritual energy and arrive in time.

Just as he was thinking about this, his chest suddenly felt ache and his spiritual breath was in chaos, but his natal spirit beast, the Golden-winged Big Roc, was stabbed by Hongxiao.

The wing was stabbed by a dagger, and the Golden-winged Roc rolled down from the air, barely stabilized, and shouted at Huo Ziqi. The eighth-level spirit beast already possessed the wisdom, and the Golden-winged Roc was asking for help from him.

Seeing that his spirit beast was injured and unable to resist, Huo Ziqi swung his whip out and rolled it towards Hongxiao.

Under his interference, Hongxiao had no choice but to retreat.

At this time, the male cultivator who was always standing in the air suddenly looked north: "Can't delay any more." After that, his silver-white fake hand suddenly surged and he looked towards Zong Si.

"Ah--" Hearing the screams, Huo Ziqi turned his head and looked at it, and his face changed drastically.

The male cultivator's fake hand crushed Zong Si's head so hard that he could not even escape from the Nascent Soul!

Fear surged into his heart. Before he could think too much, he teleported to the Golden-winged Roc, put it into the spirit beast bag, turned into a ray of escape light, and fled to the distance.

"Want to escape?" The male cultivator snorted coldly, and a giant hand suddenly appeared in the air, pinching Huo Ziqi hard.

"Ah--" This time it was Huo Ziqi's scream, his body was pinched into a pile of meat, and even the Nascent Soul that had just escaped had no time to escape, and was pinched into a blood mist.

The blood mist dissipated, and the male cultivator wiped the fake hand that he had retracted and wiped off the blood stains on it.

"Young Master." The maid Hongxiao picked up the things of the two and presented them with a pampered roll.

The male cultivator took the parchment and said, "Go!"

Shortly after they left, two lights appeared in the sky and soon fell down.

Seeing the flesh and blood all over the ground and Zong Si's headless corpse, Qin Xi frowned: "We're late."

Feeling the fluctuations of spiritual energy, the two of them rushed here immediately. However, Fengsha City said it was big or small, and even if the two of them reached the extreme speed of escape, it took them half an hour to reach the location of spiritual energy fluctuations. Huo Ziqi and Zong Si had already died.

Looking at the meat scattered on the ground, Mo Tiange endured his disgust: "These two are so cruel." She has seen many corpses, and she has never seen such disgusting things before. The person who was still joking with her a few days ago turned into a bunch of meat cubes.

Qin Xi glanced around, bent down, and picked up a piece of metal piece the size of a palm from the pile of sand. He was thinking about the weight and said, "This is Wujin."

"Wujin?" Mo Tiange was surprised. Wujin is a precious material for refining weapons, especially suitable for sword making. It was more common in ancient times and is rare now. It is difficult for sword cultivators to find a dilemma. They have seen it in the secret land of Guixuhai and were used by monks from ancient sects to make mechanisms. Such a precious thing was picked up so casually?

"It seems that they are the two of them." Qin Xi said. This piece of black gold is shiny and shining, and it doesn't look like it left over from ancient times.

Mo Tiange took the black gold piece from him, looked carefully, and said, "This black gold piece is very neatly fitted, with almost no impurities, and it seems not a simple material."

"Well, the material is probably an ancient cultivation thing." After Qin Xi said that, he suddenly saw Mo Tiange's face becoming very strange, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Mo Tiange handed him the black gold piece: "Touch it."

Qin Xi touched it and found that there were very subtle marks on the surface of the black gold sheet.

The two looked at each other, and Mo Tiange took out the ink cartridge from Qiankun bag, dyed the black gold piece with ink, and pressed it on the back of his hand.

Take away the black gold piece, and the lines on the back of the hand were mixed, forming a messy pattern.

When the two saw this pattern, they looked up at each other and blurted out: "Map!" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian() to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support is my greatest motivation.)
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