The gray figure looked at the empty platform and the disappearing gold and silver light array with an angry expression, and said with great resentment: "There were people here just now! The remnants in the air... That's right! That's it!

Hunyuan Zhenqi!"

Isn't this gray figure the same 'Mo Li' who is wearing a gray robe and whose appearance has changed drastically? However, the hem of his gray robe is stained with some blood, but I don't know whose it belongs to.

Li Li raised his head, glanced at the little gap on the top of the cave that had been penetrated by the gold and silver light beams, and sneered: "I didn't expect that after so many years, there are still descendants of the Hunyuan Ancestor who have been paying attention to this place.

!very good!"

Mo Li said a few good words in succession, then with a gloomy expression he stretched out his hand to call out a circular flying disc, then jumped up and quickly flew away from the place.

About a few hours after Mo Li left this place, more than a dozen rays of light of different colors came from the horizon towards here, and in a moment they passed through the gaps on the top of the mountain and fell straight into the heart of the mountain. As soon as the rays of light dispersed,

But there were more than a dozen monks of different ages, young and old, men and women.

When they saw the white stone pillars left here and the various spiritual energy fluctuations left in the air, their expressions changed. One of the old monks in purple robes even became extremely ugly.

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One of the young monks asked with a confused look on his face: "Uncle Master, did a rare treasure of heavenly materials just appear here?"

The purple-robed monk snorted coldly and said: "If it is really a rare treasure, how could our Taiyi Sect not have any news at such a close distance! Where is that kid Mo Li? Isn't he entangled with those mortals here?

Treasure hunter?"

As soon as he said this, among the dozen or so monks behind the purple-robed monk, a middle-aged blue-robed monk immediately said with a cold sweat on his face: "Uncle Master, this bad disciple of mine has indeed been involved in some worldly things, but just now

When the junior came, the sect aura of Mo Li had disappeared inexplicably, so I guess something went wrong."

"Problem?" The purple-robed monk sneered: "I think it's not just him who has the problem, our entire Taiyi Sect will be in disaster!"

As soon as he said this, the expressions of the dozen or so monks behind him suddenly changed. The middle-aged blue-robed monk smiled apologetically and said: "Uncle, why did you say this? Even if there was a monster hiding here before, it was really killed by my traitorous disciple.

Let him go. But with your cultivation at the Golden Core stage, what is there to worry about? Besides, our sect also has Patriarch Huaqing sitting in charge, so there is no need to worry too much."

"That old man from Huaqing?" The purple-robed monk still sneered repeatedly: "If the person trapped here is really the legendary old devil, I'm afraid that bad old man from Huaqing will also run away! You have only entered the world of cultivation for a short time.

I still don’t know how powerful this guy is…”

Just as he said this, seven or eight more rays of different colors suddenly flew into the air. The purple-robed monk raised his head slightly, with a sneer still on his face, but said nothing.

The seven or eight rays of light landed in the middle of the mountain, falling right in front of the purple-robed monks. Almost everyone was carrying long swords of different styles behind them. At the head was an old man in red robe who was carrying a big wine gourd.

He had a rosacea and pockmarked face. As soon as he saw the purple-robed monk, he laughed out loud and said: "Oh my, I thought I was fast enough, but I didn't expect that I still fell behind you! Fellow Daoist Deng, is it possible?

Have you already collected the treasures here?"

As the red-robed old man spoke, he looked around with a smile. However, when he saw the complex white stone pillars in the pond and the weak spiritual energy fluctuations remaining in the air, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, and then his expression became heavy.

The purple-robed monk surnamed Deng just now sneered: "Zhongli Gao, have you noticed it too?"

When the old man in red robe Zhongli Gao heard this, he reached out and scratched the messy white hair on his head, and muttered: "Fellow Daoist Deng, did we make a mistake? If it was really that old guy, it would have been thousands of years ago, and it should have been long ago.

Did it disappear into ashes?"

Hearing this, the purple-robed monk raised his head and said calmly: "Wait a minute, it is estimated that fellow Taoist Shu from Qingxu Valley will come soon. After a while, we will immediately spread out and search the valley comprehensively." At this point, the purple-robed monk turned back to him.

The middle-aged monk in blue robe said: "Xiang Nephew, if my prediction is correct, your disciple Mo Li may have been taken away by that old devil. You should return to Taiyi Sect Qingling Peak immediately and tell Hua Qing that

Old man, tell him to get out of seclusion as soon as possible! And suggest that he immediately report the matter to the cultivation world of Tiannan Continent. Just say that Xue Ming may be back!"

Hearing this, the blue-robed monk Xiang quickly bowed, his body's escaping light flickered slightly, and then he set up his escaping light and shot straight to the top of the mountain.

The red-robed old man Zhong Ligao just spoke at this time: "Fellow Daoist Deng, is this a bit of a fuss? After all, it is not clear whether the Xue Ming was born, and even if the Xue Ming appeared, he was just a Yuan who did not pose much of a threat.

He’s just a god, so he shouldn’t make such a fuss, right?”

Hearing this, the purple-robed monk stared at the red-robed old man quietly for a while, until he saw that the red-robed old man felt a little uncomfortable on his face, and then said calmly: "A mere blood ghost may not make us make such a fuss.

But the heavenly spiritual treasure 'Qiankun Immortal Cauldron' that the ancestor of Chaos used to trap Xue Ming is also on the body of the old demon Xue Ming at this time?"

The red-robed monk blinked, then turned around with exposed veins on his face, and roared loudly: "Hurry up and report to the Patriarch! The 'Immortal Cauldron of the Universe' has been born! Go quickly, go quickly!"

A young monk hurriedly climbed up and down, set up the escape light and headed straight out of the mountain.

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Red Maple Valley, nameless creek.

The stream is clear, steady and peaceful.

On the shore, the grass is rustling and the trees are rustling. The birds and animals in the forest are all leisurely playing around the stream and drinking water, enjoying themselves.

Suddenly, one of the elk's ears twitched slightly, and then he looked warily towards a certain part of the stream, where there was a black shadow moving with the stream.

After a while, I saw a black shadow there moving slightly. Then a hand stretched out from under the black shadow and pulled the black shadow away.

The black shadow was actually a piece of black brocade cloth, which was now being held in the hands of a wet man in green.

As soon as this big man servant appeared, he immediately looked around with great vigilance, and then he saw the frightened elk.

The big man smiled, showing his white teeth, but frightened the elk so much that it turned its head and fled into the woods.

This tall man in green is none other than Lin Zhen.

"It seems that I have come out of that weird cave. This old man didn't lie to me." Lin Zhen muttered, then jumped up from the creek, and then took out a gray-white bone talisman, which was a 'magic move'

symbol'.
Chapter completed!