In the sword light, Xu Jiu held the brocade and took out another jade slip with his other hand. His divine thoughts moved slightly and he fled into the jade slip. He immediately saw a vast map. This map was also obtained from Hua Erlang. Lingbao Tower is on the shore of Yuanxue Lake and has a large force with a huge stronghold. Naturally, there is such a very comprehensive map. It is not difficult for Hua Erlang to get a piece for him.

There are many messages marked on the map, such as the borders formed by various regions on the edge of Yuanxue Lake are divided by many forces, as well as the vast depths of the lake, and all of which treasures are produced in the place.

Xu Jiu's eyes were certain, and first found the two major strongholds of the Lingbao Tower and the Bisheng Gate.

The five major forces naturally occupy the most areas by Yuanxue Lake, covering nearly most of them, but they are far apart from each other, just to prevent conflicts.

As soon as Xu Jiu bounced his fingertips, a drop of blood flew out and landed on the jade slip. Instantly, a blood dot appeared on the map in the jade slip, which represented his current location.

"This place is not a good place. It is a territory that is divided into a large number of casual cultivators in Heluo City. In comparison, the places where you enter the lake are relatively barren and there are no excellent treasures produced. It is thousands of miles away from the stronghold of the Lingbao Building. As for the stronghold of the Wusheng Gate, it is even further away..."

Xu Jiu couldn't help but shook his head and thought to himself that the luck was not good.

He thought for a moment and made up his mind that he would not have to go to the Lingbao Tower's stronghold to disturb him. Although he had Hua Erlang's token in his hand, he was also a guest deacon in Lingbao Tower. If he went to the Lingbao Tower's stronghold, he would definitely get it easy.

He turned the sword light, immediately looked for a direction, and headed straight towards the stronghold of the Fosheng Gate.

Riding the wind and sword to the Xuantian, traveling to the north and the dusk of Cangwu.

This is the magical power of a monk.

Now Xu Jiu is flying with his sword, and he can fly over a hundred miles in a moment, walking through the mountains. Sometimes he can see the mountains and valleys. There are often demonic energy soaring into the sky. He is an extremely powerful monster, and there are also monks' sword light treasures that keep flying into the air and fighting against the monsters.

But he didn't care.

About half an hour later, an ice peak suddenly appeared in front of him, piercing the sky, and was so majestic that Xu Jiu was about to circumnavigate the sword light when he saw the top of the ten thousand feet roar suddenly, the ice stone collapsed and splashed far away, and then sharp air shuttled across the sky, tearing the strong winds and smashing the cultivators' vague shouts from the monks.

However, such incidents occur every moment. Cultivators fight, but others are inconvenient to intervene. Even if they want to watch the battle, they must be far away. Otherwise, they will inevitably be mistaken for the enemy and become enemies of both sides of the fight. The ending will be tragic. Xu Jiu's eyes flashed slightly, and he was about to leave, but he suddenly saw a sudden airflow on the top of the mountain, like a long rainbow, dazzling blue, rising into the sky, shooting thousands of feet high, and suddenly exploded in the convective wind at the extreme of the sky!

A loud bang, shaking everywhere, and a magnificent momentum erupted. The blue rainbow exploded into pieces of shattered clouds, and then came like blue raindrops. Each drop fell into the mountains, and directly penetrated the ice cap that had been deposited for countless years and harder than steel.

"What is this? It's such a great auspicious atmosphere, invincible and radiating far away... Could it be that a treasure was born, attracting cultivators to fight?"

Xu Jiu was shocked.

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