Xianji

When Xiao Hei flew onto Luo Tian's shoulder again without anyone noticing it, and when he lay on his stomach and closed his eyes to rest his mind, he behaved very well-behaved. Judging by its appearance, he didn't want to go back to that deserted Heilian space.

Luo Tian didn't care about him, and turned his hand to hold the Qiankun bag of the second son of Sanxiu Shuangxie, who had lost his body and spirit. .

It turned out that the universe bag that Luo Tian snatched from Li Nanshan before had only two or three feet of space inside, while the universe bag of the second son of Sanxiu Shuangxie had a space of seven or eight feet. At that moment, Luo Tian immediately put a better universe bag The bag was occupied, and Li Nanshan's Qiankun bag was directly thrown into the black lotus space by him.

After carefully inspecting the new Qiankun bag, Luo Tian found that the Loose Cultivator and Shuangxie were really local tyrants, and there were quite a few spirit stones and a few mid-level spirit charms in it.What caught Luo Tian's attention was one of the very special things.

It was a piece of white jade about the length of a finger, emitting a layer of white haze from the whole body, very introverted, like rolling smoke circulating endlessly on the surface of the white jade, Luo Tian's divine sense penetrated into it, but was immediately bounced back.

"Interesting!" Luo Tian couldn't help laughing, at this moment, Bai Yu couldn't help even a pervert like him, who was at least comparable to the Dzogchen spiritual consciousness of the Foundation Establishment period.

Xiao Hei lay on Luo Tian's shoulder, shivered violently, stared at Bai Yu for a long time, and then sent a voice transmission to Luo Tian, ​​"Master, there is an extremely huge coercion emanating from this section of Bai Yu. The master must be a monk with great supernatural powers."

"Oh?" Luo Tian frowned slightly, "Tell me what level of cultivation that person has reached?"

Xiao Hei's face was dignified, and a pair of mung bean eyes rolled away, "According to my inheritance memory, that person has at least the Nascent Soul Stage."

This time, Luo Tian couldn't help but gasp. Although he was invincible in the world in his previous life, but now he may not even have the possibility of choosing a way to die when he faces a monk in the Nascent Soul stage. Cloudy and sunny.

"Now we can only take one step at a time."

Luo Tian searched the Qiankun bag again, and found nothing but the blue knife and a green flying sword from before.

Then, Luo Tian let go of his consciousness, looked around for a long time, and then chose a direction to fly away.

***

Somewhere in Cuilongtan.

In front of a small emerald green lake stood five disciples of the Xianxia Sect with different complexions.If Luo Tianren were here, he would definitely recognize the two people in the team, Yin Yizhi and Song Wuji.

"Senior brother, are you sure there are condensate plants growing in this cold jade pond?" Song Wuji said to the person in front of him with a smile on his face, extremely respectful.

There is only one person in front of Song Wuji, and it is Yin Yizhi, the beloved son of the ancestor of Jiedan in Xiushui Peak. It is said that Yin Yizhi grew up very smoothly under the protection of Jiedan's father since he was a child, even if he has poor qualifications. He has improved a little, but under the cultivation of countless natural talents and earth treasures of his father who formed the alchemy, he has cultivated to the state of great perfection in the qi refining period at the age of less than 20 years old.What's more, Yin Yizhi was bestowed with countless magic weapons by his father Jiedan, and he developed his usual arrogant and arrogant personality. Few people in the entire Xianxia sect could fall into his eyes.

But Yin Yizhi snorted coldly and said, "Junior Brother Song, are you questioning me?"

Song Wuji's expression froze immediately, and he said with a dry smile, "Young brother, how dare you question senior brother, I'm just asking casually."

"Hmph! Keep your mouth shut in the future, some people are not qualified for you to ask." After Yin Yizhi finished speaking, he looked at the lake in front of him with a twinkle in his eyes, which was quite imposing.

Song Wuji's flattering hit a soft nail, and he couldn't help but smile. It's not that he didn't see the gloating smiles of the other senior brothers, but he was gloomy and buried his resentment deep in his heart, waiting for revenge in the future.

Yin Yizhi meditated for a long time with a solemn expression, not walking up and down on the shore, and later, his expression straightened, as if he had made up his mind.

"Yin will try it out first, and please brothers and sisters to help protect the Dharma!" On the surface, it was a request, but in fact Yin Yizhi's words were no different from an order.The other four people are all veterans of the city. Even if they are unhappy, they still stand in their respective positions, and use their spiritual consciousness to observe any troubles around them.There is no way, who told someone to have a good father, there is no need to offend a Jiedan ancestor for such a trivial matter.

Seeing everyone standing in a good position honestly, Yin Yizhi, who was facing away from them, showed contempt and sarcasm at the corner of his mouth, and immediately opened his mouth to spray, a dripping milky white bead appeared ten feet in front of him , and then Yin Yizhi struck out several spells, and the milky white bead emitted thousands of rays of light, like thorns spreading out, and the tops of the thorns were like the tip of a straight wolf hair brush frozen stiff with water, pouring into the lake. superior.

There seemed to be a gust of wind blowing on the quiet lake, and countless rays of light fell down with the wind, reflecting countless milky white ripples on the lake in an instant.

"Water-covered beads!"

A middle-aged man among the other four couldn't help exclaiming, presumably he recognized Yin Yizhi's magic weapon, which was one of the famous magic weapons of the ancestor of the pill formation in Xiushui Peak, and it was the powerful weapon in the hands of that ancestor. Quite a magic weapon.The most important thing is that this water-covered bead is a genuine treasure, which has gone beyond the category of magic weapon. Although it is only a low-level treasure, ordinary monks can't easily see it.

At this time, the water-covered beads suspended in the air radiated so much, as if a cloud of water fell from the sky, filling almost half of the lake.The emerald green water on the lake also began to sway slightly, and then differentiated into transparent mirrors full of brilliance.

The transparent mirror surface spreads rapidly, and the layout changes, refracting countless underwater images, which is really strange.

Yin Yizhi stared at the transparent mirror surface on the water for a long time, a look of joy appeared on his face, and then he pinched a formula with both hands, and the water-covered beads in the air retracted all the light into the beads, only exuding a hazy brilliance.

"Covered water washes the sky and the earth, open it!" Yin Yizhi shouted in a low voice, a billowing white beam of light poured out from the covered water droplet, shooting straight into the cold jade pond in front of him, and the lake immediately rolled.

Strange to say, the white beam of light that emerged from the water-covered drops seemed to have incomparable power, shining on the surface of the lake. After the lake water rolled, it separated to the surroundings, rippling countless water waves, and then under the beam of light, A swirl of dark water appeared.

Yin Yizhi's complexion was slightly pale, he jumped up and walked away on the wind, fell into the vortex with one vertical leap, and disappeared without a trace.

On the other side of the Hanyu Pond, behind the hidden boulder, stood an old man in gray with a calm demeanor, watching Yin Yizhi and others make such a big fuss just to pick Ningbo grass, he couldn't help showing a sneer on his face.

"Since you guys have caught up, let's wade through this muddy water together!"

After finishing speaking, the gray-clothed old man pressed his withered palm in the air towards Han Yuchi, and a wisp of black smoke invisible to the naked eye leaked out from his fingertips and quickly sank into the lake.