At this moment, the monks who were still following the disciples of Xiao Wuliang Sect to fight Taiping Fist were already silent. They subconsciously kept a distance from Murong Xianxian, Murong Xiaoxiao and others, their eyes full of fear. For a moment, there was an extremely home surface in the medicine garden, and there was no other noise.

As soon as the sword formation came out, no matter how many of them were, they would be in a situation of fighting each other. They all understood this truth, but in their subconscious mind, people always felt that it would be safer to have more people, but they subconsciously ignored the unreliable factors, which is also the reason why Murong Xianxian took action too sharply.

Among the monks present, there were definitely those who were stronger than the disciples of the Little Wuliang Sect, but no group of them could easily kill the monks of the Little Wuliang Sect like chopping melons and vegetables. This power made them shrank... their momentum had been extinguished, and they did not dare to fight at all.

"If we can join forces with Taixuan Sect and the practitioners of other sects, we might be able to fight this person?" Mei Jiuling's mind suddenly felt this thought, but he immediately woke up and felt that this idea was simply unrealistic. Not to mention that the minds of these people have been taken away by Murong Xianxian's first words, even if they can unite, what can they do in the sword formation? Since that's the case, why should he cause trouble?

Xu Ruoyan next to him was also observing the woman, who was as careful as she could see that Mei Jiuling looked wandering and knew that he was planning to join forces with those monks to get rid of Murong Xianxian... When Xu Ruoyan thought, it would be best for Mei Jiuling to take action, join forces with those monks to anger Murong Xianxian and shoot him to death. Of course, the other monks may be a little innocent, but who is truly innocent in the world of cultivation?

Suddenly, a feeling of being peeped up from my heart. Xu Ruoyan was suddenly shocked. When she turned around, she saw Murong Xianxian looking at her with a smile. Xu Ruoyan suddenly felt a stern heart, and she didn't dare to think about it anymore and cause trouble.

Mei Jiuling and Xu Ruoyan's thoughts did not escape Murong Xianxian's spiritual perception. If it were in the past, people like Mei Jiuling would have thought of a way to get rid of them early. But now, these monks of the Mei family are nothing at all. If they really dared to have any thoughts that were not good for her, they could kill them every minute and every second.

As for the other monks' eyes flashing and looking at each other, Murong Xianxian didn't care. If these people were really capable of threatening her, they would have taken action long ago, and now they were just worried that she would suddenly take action... What's the use of having more people besides having a louder voice?

With a faint smile, Murong Xianxian first brought Xie Feiyun's storage ring into his hand. He saw that there were only a few level 6 magic weapons inside. There were also some other spirit stones, elixirs, and spiritual medicines... Most of the spiritual medicines should have been picked just now, and some materials should have been harvested in other places in the Abyss of the Sea of ​​Mist.

Although these things were also a fortune, she didn't care. She put away all the remaining storage rings, and threw them all to Murong Xiaoxiao: "Let's go! Wanru, are you walking with me?"

There may be some treasures left in this cave. But Murong Xianxian's spiritual sense has been searched. There is no valuable place in front of him, so there is no need to waste time here. However, there is still a great fortune waiting for them on the top of the mountain. She doesn't mind taking those people from the Yin family. The exact amount of fortune it will depend on them.

"Of course, Sister Murong, we will go wherever you go." Yin Wanru was very well-behaved.

Xu Ruoyan, who was standing aside, was a little hesitant. They entered this temple late and had many fewer opportunities than others, and they did not get much. If they rely on Murong Xianxian's attention at this time, other forces would probably not dare to do anything to them. If they searched in this cave, they would still have some opportunities... As long as people's gains and losses, their minds would be blurred by the interests they saw in front of them. Since Murong Xianxian used them as the target of making friends, how could they get nothing? At this point, this Xu Manager is much worse than Yin Wanru.

Murong Xianxian would not care about a general manager. She invested in Yin Wanru. A fog suddenly enveloped everyone and flew out silently... Most of these caves were built by monks who depended on the temple, or were disciples and disciples. Murong Xianxian got a lot of information in the Hall of Inheritance, including detailed information about this temple.

The Hall of Inheritance is the fundamental place of the temple. It cannot be brought into the temple without meeting the owner's regulations, because it is not in the same space at all. In the center of this temple, there is also a place of inheritance, where there are also many treasures, but it is not that secret.

The cloud-control technique that Murong Xianxian drove disappeared in an instant, and most of them breathed a sigh of relief because most of them had participated in the siege of Murong Xiaoxiao and others just now. Although they were not the main force, once they discovered any treasure in the future, Murong Xianxian was resentful and took the opportunity to take action, they probably had no room for counterattack.

"not good!"

Among the monks, there were still smart people, who suddenly exclaimed and rushed out of the cave with a light of escape.

There was still a dull person who was still wondering, and someone shouted loudly: "That fellow Murong must have known that there are more treasures..."

The finishing touch is not stupid. Many monks are in a state of heat and rush out with their escape light... Although they may not be brave enough to compete with Murong Xianxian, if they only follow them and drink some soup, there should be hope. As for those who say reminders, they are not in a good mood. They are self-reliant. They believe that they are weak and weak. Based on the principle of eating what is in the bowl first and then looking at the pot, they want to provoke competitive opponents out and have a greater grasp of their success.

At this moment, at the center of the temple, monks had arrived first... In this center, there was a purple light mist shrouded in more than a hundred acres of area. Any creature who wanted to enter it would be bounced up by a gentle force when it approached.

The magic weapon flying swords turned into flying rainbows to attack the purple mist, but as soon as they approached the purple mist, the attack was bounced up. Although there was no counterattack, it made people feel depressed that the attack was unreal.

There were about a hundred cultivators who took action, and each had a high level of cultivation. Depending on the situation, they were divided into many forces, which seemed to include powerful people from major races.

After another round of attacks, everyone stopped at the same time. It was not the first time they came to the center ruins, but the first time they entered. The lowest level of these monks' cultivation was also the Pure Yang realm. Ordinary treasures could no longer arouse their interest. The more they rely on the center position, the more precious the things they obtained... This is what Ao Xiaolong and the others limited their pattern. They first grabbed the things they could get. However, with their strength, this place is really nothing, and it might cause unexpected trouble.

Just when the monks stopped, a cloud appeared in the sky. At the beginning, it was only vaguely visible, but not long after, the cloud was not far from the purple mist.

"Fellow Daoist!" A young monk suddenly spoke, and his body suddenly appeared in front of the clouds.

The clouds and mist suddenly disappeared, turning into auspicious clouds and holding them under the feet of the visitor... The young monk was stunned. There were many people on this, but the strongest one was the pure Yang monk, and the lowest one... even the infancy-condensing cultivator.

"Is there anything?"

The person who came was Murong Xianxian and his party. When they saw someone blocking the road, they frowned slightly... She saw someone attacking the ban from a distance, but she knew the details of the ban. With their attack methods, even if they attacked for another thousand or eight hundred years, it would be useless.

"Fellow Taoist, the most important ban in this temple is in front of it. The seniors are discussing the method of breaking the ban. If the juvenile Taoist is interested in the treasures here, why not go and discuss the result together?" The monk thought that this invitation was already very favorable. After all, there were only a few pure Yang cultivators among this group of people. Moreover, even if they were allowed to join, they would probably be the life of cannon fodder.

"No need. You can do your own way and your own way, and use your own means." Murong Xianxian refused directly.

"Arrogant!"

A sound like thunder suddenly sounded, and the auspicious clouds in Murong Xianxian's footsteps seemed to sway slightly, and suddenly floated to the side, hundreds of meters away in the blink of an eye.

"Amitabha! Why should fellow Taoist beg for a younger generation?" A kind voice sounded, but an old nun among those people spoke out and persuaded him.

"Cijing, don't treat yourself as your master. You can't get in even if you don't?" The one who shouted out loud was a blushing old man, who looked a little un angry, but he didn't take action at Murong Xianxian anymore.

"I dare not. Although Pontie has a great relationship with this place, she is not the master, she is just here to try opportunities." The old Niang Cijing was not angry, and his tone was very peaceful.

"What is the right master, the wrong master, the world, all things, and those with virtue live in it, how can there be something born with a master?!" Every word of the old man with red face seemed to be shouting.

"Pin Ni knows that fellow Taoist Lei is old and virtuous." said Old Ni Cijing.

The old man surnamed Lei was suffocated, but he immediately saw the teasing smiles on the faces of the people around him, and suddenly felt his face warm: "Although I am old, I am not virtuous, old nun, you don't need to use words to squeeze me... Huh?"

He suddenly let out a scream of surprise and looked at Murong Xianxian and others. When everyone saw that his eyes were different, they also looked over.

Murong Xianxian originally used the impact of his sound waves to widen the distance, and then sacrificed the pure glass bottle.

The bottle was hung high, emitting a bright light. A clear cloud flew out from the mouth of the bottle, pulling out a ray of light and throwing into the purple mist... The purple mist immediately surged, but the ray of light gradually condensed into a channel and stretched straight out of the purple mist.
Chapter completed!