The Vermilion Bird's bow shoots an arrow, and the Vermilion Bird's flames are required. Qin Xi can only mobilize a very small part of the Vermilion Bird's flames in the Yang Ling Pearl, and at most they can only shoot an arrow. Now that the arrow is finished, he lacks spiritual energy and cannot exert his maximum combat power. If any powerful ghost cultivator comes over, the four of them will be in danger.

Since this is the case, it is better to go to the White Tiger Sacrifice Temple to take a break and then plan a way out.

The idea is certain, Mo Tiange lets the doll open the way. Although the doll does not have the secret techniques and natal magic weapons of the Nascent Soul monk, it is not afraid of being injured. The control technique has no effect on it. Now there is a sword in the hand of the Fusheng, which is not much worse. The most important thing is that even if the doll is damaged, it will be fine. Unlike a real monk, who is seriously injured at the Nascent Soul realm, he will not be able to recuperate for thirty or fifty years.

As for the Fusheng Sword, after removing the demonic energy through the spirit-quenching water, even the impurities were removed. When sacrificed, the sound of wind and thunder continued, which was definitely a top-grade magic weapon. Before Fu Yaozi left, he also gave Mo Tiange the mantra of sacrificing Fusheng Sword. If he could sacrificate and refine the Fusheng Sword completely, it would be a sharp killing weapon.

It is only a temporary method for people to use the Fusheng Sword. The Fusheng Sword is a flying sword of thunder attribute. It is necessary to cooperate with the thunder method to exert full combat power. Like the doll, dead objects without dantian and spiritual consciousness are the most suitable for pure martial arts weapons, but this kind of magic weapon is only suitable for martial arts practitioners. There are very few martial arts practitioners, and even fewer high-level ones. It is more difficult to find a pure martial arts weapon with good power than buying a top-level magic weapon.

For this matter, I can only participate in more Nascent Soul Monks' Fairs in the future and exchange them for treasures.

The doll is in front and opens the way, Qin Xi follows closely behind, Mo Tiange and Nie Wushang are in the middle, and Jing Xing stops the back.

After the three of them left, Jing Xingzhi looked at the ghost cultivators, showed a smirk on his face, took out something from the Qiankun Ring, and suddenly threw it at the ghost cultivators.

"Puff!" This thing took action and turned into extremely light smoke in the air. The smoke seemed to have spirits, divided into more than a dozen wisps, and entangled towards the ghost cultivator.

These ghost cultivators were caught off guard and were approached by smoke. They had no time to do anything. Suddenly, several loud "boom boom" sounds, and lightning intertwined, setting these ghost cultivators in place.

"Go away!" Seeing that the ghost cultivators were all caught, Jing Xingzhi hurriedly followed.

Mo Tiange looked back in surprise. She knew that there was something called Tianleizi, which sealed the lightning with the soul of the monster beast and threw it out, which was extremely powerful. However, this kind of thing was not easy to make, and after forming the pill, it was not without cracking, so it was not popular.

The things that Jing Xingzhi threw out are very similar to Tianleizi, but are much more intelligent than Tianleizi. They not only disturb people's sight with smoke, but also can automatically approach the body. More importantly, they have the effect of being immobilized. When fighting, if you can throw such one out, you will easily fall into the trap. I will ask him how this thing came about later.

The ghost cultivator must have been set for ten breaths. For the Nascent Soul cultivator, this time is enough. Even if he cannot fly at a high speed in the mountain belly, the four of them can use the escape technique to leave the ghost cultivator far behind.

After a moment, these ghost cultivators chased after them. They were invisible and had extremely fast speeds, even human cultivators with the most wise escape skills could not reach it.

Seeing this, Jing Xingzhi took out another item from the Qiankun Ring and threw it out.

These ghost cultivators stopped and threw out their ghost weapons to act as a defense.

As a result, the thing just fell down lightly and did not explode at all.

The ghost cultivators were stunned, Wen Si was furious, and raised the scroll in his hand, and black words flew out from the pages, pressing them towards them.

Jing Xingzhi flew his flying sword, and countless sword lights formed a shield to block these black characters.

This lasted for half a quarter of an hour, and the four of them took turns to take action and finally saw the entrance to the temple.

The closer they got to the temple, the more obvious the breath of the White Tiger was, the speed of those ghost cultivators gradually slowed down, and some even looked confused and uneasy.

Seeing this scene, the four of them knew that they had the right bet, and they really did not dare to enter the White Tiger Sacrifice Temple.

As they went deeper, the ghost cultivators finally stopped.

A ghost cultivator asked in panic: "Elder Wen, do we still need to go in?"

Wen Si glared at the backs of the four of them angrily, and finally gritted her teeth: "Go back and report to the Ghost Lord!"

"But," said another ghost cultivator tremblingly, "We were unable to capture and kill them. Will the Ghost Lord punish us?"

Wen Si turned his dark eyes to him and said coldly: "Do you still expect the Ghost Lord not to pursue it?"

More than a dozen ghost cultivators lowered their heads and remained silent.

Wen Si said: "There is the breath of the white tiger here. When we enter, we will be burned. Think about it yourself, which one is more unbearable, the pain of burning or the punishment of the ghost master."

"..." Hearing Wen Si's words, the ghost cultivators said nothing, and several of them showed fear on their faces.

The practice of ghost cultivation has no spiritual roots, and there are fewer bottlenecks, because they only have the power of their souls. The price they pay is that they are much more fragile than human monsters. Once the soul is burned, the terrible feeling will be unbearable even if they have become ghost babies. What's more, if ghosts are burned, their cultivation will be greatly damaged and it is possible to regress. It is also very painful to accept the punishment of the Ghost Lord.

After a long time, Wen Si sighed lightly, and a sad look appeared on her pale face: "Go back, even if we endure the pain of burning, we may not be able to kill them. It is better to give up and accept the punishment of the ghost master."

Finally, a ghost cultivator responded: "Yes, elder."

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"They are all gone." Jing Xingzhi said.

The four of them had already arrived at the square where the White Tiger was located. The breath of the White Tiger was very strong. They dared not get too close and sat down next to the stone wall to adjust their breathing.

"They are indeed afraid of the breath of the white tiger." Qin Xi opened his eyes and said.

"They dare not come in, nor do we dare to go out." Jing Xingzhi sighed, "Can we have to stay here for decades and absorb the breath of the White Tiger before we can go out?"

Qin Xi shook his head and said, "Why do we need this? Although we can't get out, we can bring reinforcements."

"Do you want to send a message to your ancestors?"

Qin Xi smiled slightly and glanced at him: "Are you jealous?"

Jing Xingzhi rolled his eyes: "Yes, I'm so jealous that you can ask for help." Not like him, let alone leaving the Gu Jian Sect now, even when he was in the Gu Jian Sect, he still relied on himself.

Despite the resentment, Jing Xingzhi's expression did not have any self-moaning, and it was obvious that his mood had been seen through.

Qin Xi said seriously: "There are so many ghost cultivators here, so we can't take it lightly. Even if we go out, we must notify the Immortal Alliance to prepare so as not to be born and the world will be in chaos."

"You mean..." Jing Xingzhi thoughtfully.

"Although the Immortal Alliance fights on both sides, it is still OK to draw more than ten Nascent Soul cultivators."

This is a big deal! Jing Xingzhi praised in his heart. He brought more than a dozen Nascent Soul monks to save him. In the past, he didn't dare to think about it. It would be good if no one took advantage of the situation. However, this was also a coincidence. Now that the Tianji Immortal Alliance can gather so many Nascent Soul monks.

"A dozen, do you think it's enough?" Jing Xingzhi was worried about it. There were many of these ghost cultivators.

"If there are monks from the Yuan Dynasty leading the team, it should be enough." Qin Xi said, "What's more, there are props for ghosts, but in the past, there were no ghost cultivators in the sky, so they were not valued. Now they know that this is a ghost cultivator, so it's much easier to do."

Thinking about the fact that those ghost cultivators were not very strong, Jing Xingzhi nodded: "It seems that you are going to invite your ancestors to come here in person."

Qin Xi looked at the white tiger in the center of the square and said meaningfully: "You can't just make others cheap."

Jing Xingzhi understood what he meant and smiled.

"Before this, we will first refine part of the breath of the White Tiger." As soon as other Nascent Soul monks arrived, the White Tiger Sacrifice Temple was no longer a secret. At that time, the sacrifice temple would belong to the Immortal Alliance. It would not be so easy for them to absorb the breath of the White Tiger.

Jing Xingzhi nodded, the breath of the White Tiger was a great opportunity, how could he give it to others for nothing? Of course, he would take advantage first. Anyway, those ghost cultivators dare not come in.

However, when he thought of meeting those Nascent Soul monks, his face was covered with a layer of gloom, if there were people from the Ancient Sword Sect among them...

"What's wrong with you?" Mo Tiange spoke out.

Jing Xingzhi turned his head and saw that he said to Nie Wushang. At this time, Nie Wushang had his eyes closed and his face was pale.

Hearing Mo Tiange's voice, Nie Wushang opened his eyes and said, "This White Tiger Breath..."

Mo Tiange was stunned and suddenly remembered that the breath of the divine beast could control the demonic energy, while Nie Wushen practiced the magic skills...

"I... go outside," Nie Wushang stood up, "If I stay here, I will get injured even if I am not injured."

"Wait," Mo Tiange stopped her, "The breath of the White Tiger is fading, and it will no longer contain the ghost cultivators. Moreover, your master is outside. What if you meet him alone?"

Nie Wushen smiled bitterly: "Otherwise, what? If I stay here, I will not be able to fight against the Breath of the White Tiger."

Mo Tiange thought for a while and took out a set of array plates: "My spirit-hiding array is not ordinary people, and it should be able to isolate the breath of the White Tiger."

Nie Wushang was half-believing and half-doubting: "The Breath of the White Tiger is so domineering..."

"Just try it." Mo Tiange smiled, got up and took a few steps, laid the array plate one by one, and embedded the spirit stones, "Okay, go in."

Nie Wushang walked into the formation and sat cross-legged.

"how?"

Nie Wushen felt it for a while and said happily: "I'm really isolated!"

"That way you don't have to leave."

"Yes." Nie Wu looked at her sadly.

Mo Tiange smiled slightly and went back to sit cross-legged.

"She trusts you so much?" Qin Xi's voice transmission came to his ears.

Mo Tiange turned his head and saw him looking at him.

Just now, Mo Tiange set up the formation, and Nie Wushang walked in without hesitation, without even temptation.

It is a taboo for monks to enter other people's formations at will. If you are not careful, your life may be in the hands of others. How could a person like Nie Wushun not understand this common sense?

"I can trust her so much, too." Mo Tiange replied in a voice transmission, "You still remember that we once had life and life."

In the clouds, she was deceived into the mystery cave by Mei Feng and fed Yuan Demon. Nie Wushang once handed his life to her. She didn't think that she could still make a fraud in that way.

"Okay." Qin Xi nodded, "I believe in you, so I believe in her."

Mo Tiange smiled and was about to say something, but suddenly he frowned and felt something was wrong.

Qin Xi's expression changed and he said, "Someone is here!" (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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