After I Picked Up the Immortal Bottle

After listening to Hou Yu's narration, Meng Qiuxuan took a deep breath, his eyes flickering slightly.

Although his temperament is straightforward, it doesn't mean that he has no brains, but after listening to Hou Yu's narration, he has discovered one of the details.

"Those people have hatred with Muronghui?"

Meng Qiuxuan looked at Hou Yu and said softly.

Hearing this, Hou Yu was taken aback, then even shook his head, and said in a daze: "I don't know it, it's the first time I have seen those people."

"With such strength, no grievances and no grudges, how can it be such a killer!"

Meng Qiuxuan took a deep breath and murmured.

Then he stood up suddenly and said directly to Hou Yu: "Go, you and I will go back to Dahui Country!"

After the words fell, Meng Qiuxuan took Hou Yu and went straight to the outside of the Yinchun School.

At the same time, Li Zhe had already traveled dozens of miles, and at his current speed, it would take about half a month to reach the middle of the middle continent.

But there were still ten months before the head teacher Qin Yangzhuo helped refine the purple spirit jade, and Li Zhe was not in a hurry.

Along the way, Li Zhe kept his consciousness fully open, always paying attention to the surrounding movement.

Time passed slowly, and after walking for more than ten miles again, Li Zhe's brows suddenly condensed, and he looked to his left side.

From a distance, Li Zhe seemed to feel a surge of spiritual power there, as if there were monks fighting.

Li Zhe took a deep breath and did not hesitate at all. With a turn, he unfolded his body and swiftly moved towards the fighting place.

The location of the battle was only a few tens of miles away from where Li Zhe was. Li Zhe's normal unfolding speed was only less than a stick of incense, and he had already arrived here.

As soon as Fang arrived, Li Zhe saw the front. There was a monk sitting far away, sitting on the ground, holding a string of rosary beads, and whispering as if chanting some kind of spell.

And in the monk's body, there are four or five monks who are constantly attacking him.

The strength of that group of cultivators is not low, they all have cultivation bases around the middle of the Golden Core Realm.

The sitting monk was only in the middle of the Golden Core Realm, but the strange thing was that no matter how the five attacked, they couldn't break through the spiritual defense of the monk's body!

Li Zhe frowned slightly, and he was not in a hurry to take action. He just watched the battle from a distance, wanting to see what the result would be.

At the same time, Na Hou Yu had returned to Dahui Country again under the leadership of Meng Qiuxuan.

It's just that in the Dahui Country today, the spiritual power is obviously not so rich, and the spiritual power in the air has become extremely thin.

Meng Qiuxuan frowned and led Hou Yu into the palace.

After they entered, they discovered that the entire land within the palace had been opened, and the spiritual veins that wanted to come under it had been dug away!

"It must be the group of casual cultivators who did it, really reckless!"

Seeing this scene in front of him, Hou Yu condensed his brows, gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice.

Meng Qiuxuan did not speak, but directly took Hou Yu and landed on the open space in front of the palace of the monarch.

"Before Muronghui asked you to start a defensive formation like this?"

Meng Qiuxuan looked at Hou Yu and said softly.

Hearing this, Hou Yu nodded slightly and said: "Yes, I am waiting to defend here, while the monarch is sitting in the hall with the national teacher and waiting."

Listening to Hou Yu's words, Meng Qiuxuan nodded slightly and murmured: "It looks like it should be in this hall."

As he spoke, Meng Qiuxuan was a flash, and he had reached the door of this hall.

The corpse of Muronghui was lying at the front entrance of this hall, but now the whole body has been completely turned into ashes. This method is extremely clumsy. At first glance, it is the work of people with low cultivation level. It is the group of people who want to come. When San Xiu came in to move his spiritual veins, he saw his corpse and he did it!

Meng Qiuxuan frowned. After all, this was his friend for hundreds of years. He really couldn't bear to see Muronghui like this.

Immediately, he turned his head and said solemnly to Hou Yu who was following him: "Find a good place in this palace and bury it."

Hearing that, Hou Yu responded and walked forward. He frowned when he saw Muronghui's corpse. Then, when he raised his hand, a burst of spiritual energy suddenly released, which directly led Muronghui's corpse to leave.

And Meng Qiuxuan also took a deep breath, raised his foot, and walked into the hall.

The moment he walked in, his figure was suddenly shaken and he looked around in surprise.

This hall is still full of the residual spiritual power left by Li Zhe’s previous battle with the national teacher, but more, it is the life spirit branch that has recovered to the best condition in the few breaths, scattered The pure wood attribute spiritual power that comes out!

This Meng Qiuxuan himself was a monk with wood attributes, and he clearly felt the rich wood attribute spiritual power contained in this air.

This kind of spiritual power is the place where spiritual power is the most abundant among their sects, and there will be no!

Vaguely, Meng Qiuxuan seemed to have thought of something, his figure trembled slightly, and he quickly walked towards the place where the spiritual power was released.

Soon, he came to the front of the little door.

When Li Zhe left, he did not close the small door, and in that small door, there were a few withered leaves under the position where the life-spirit branches were originally suspended!

That was what fell to the ground when the life spirit branches gradually withered after the spiritual power supply was gone.

Seeing the leaves exuding infinite life, Meng Qiuxuan slowly took a breath, and walked into this small room.

As soon as he entered, he felt the incomparably pure wood attribute spiritual power.

However, the current Meng Qiuxuan had directly ignored the existence of this spiritual power. He slowly lowered his body, picked up a dry leaf from the ground, and held it in his hand.

The dead leaves were extremely dry, he just picked it up, it was already a little broken.

Meng Qiuxuan didn't say a word, but his whole body's spiritual power was quietly surging, and the wood attribute spiritual power that belonged to him instantly poured out, turning into a green light, enveloping the dry leaves in it.

Time passed slowly, and after a few dozen breaths of time, the dead leaves on his hand were actually slowly spreading, and the gray and black color on it quietly disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, it turned into a green color slowly!

Meng Qiuxuan looked at the recovered leaf in his hand, his expression was full of shock, and he muttered: "Sure enough... it's the leaf of the life tree, a small leaf, which sucked up my body. Half spiritual power..."

Looking at the leaves in his hand, Meng Qiuxuan took a deep breath, and directly sat up cross-legged on the spot, holding the life spirit leaves in his hands, and began to practice.

After about a quarter of an hour passed, the leaves in his hand returned to the withered appearance again, and Meng Qiuxuan was already at his peak!

"It's no wonder that Brother Murong, you didn't want to let me into the city because you were afraid that I would find this fateful branch?"

He took a deep breath and looked at the leaves on the ground, Meng Qiuxuan muttered in a low voice.

From the bottom of his heart, he knew very well that Murong Hui could not own the fate tree, so the only thing here was the fate tree branch!

"Elder Meng, have you found any clues?"

At this moment, Na Hou Yu had already returned to the hall again, came behind Meng Qiuxuan, and asked softly.

However, at this time, Meng Qiuxuan suddenly turned around, raised his hand, and put his hand on Hou Yu's forehead!

"Elder Meng, you..."

Hou Yu's eyes widened instantly, and he shouted in surprise.

However, before he finished speaking, his eyes turned white and he lost consciousness.

And right now, Meng Qiuxuan was using the soul search technique against Hou Yu!

After figuring out the origin of the matter, it was the fateful branch, Meng Qiuxuan naturally understood the importance of this thing.

If it is used correctly, this is the birth of a cultivator of the Purple Mansion Realm!

Therefore, Meng Qiuxuan naturally didn't have much trust in this Hou Yu. Only when he used the soul search technique and found out by himself would he feel trust.

His soul-searching technique was extremely rough, and when the soul-searching technique was over, Hou Yu's entire sea of ​​consciousness had completely collapsed.

Meng Qiuxuan took a deep breath and waved his hand at random to collapse Shihai. Hou Yu, who had fallen into a half-dead state, was thrown aside, and then he let out a sigh of relief.

In Hou Yu's memory, he did not detect the information about the life spirit branch.

However, he clearly knew what Li Zhe looked like.

Immediately, he left here with a gloomy face and a flash of light!

At the same time, Li Zhe squatted in the forest, watching the battle ahead.

The battle in front of him had already passed a full quarter of an hour, and even if the four monks had exhausted all their energy, they were unable to break through the monk's spiritual barrier.

"My donors, don't take any more effort, you can't wait to kill me."

The monk slowly opened his eyes, scanned the four people around him, and then said softly.

"You smelly monk, you killed my eldest brother, are you going to let me wait?!"

The monk opposite the monk looked at the monk and shouted coldly.

Hearing this, the monk shook his head slightly, and said softly: "Your eldest brother has already killed hundreds of people practicing evil arts. The poor monk killed him and he was forced to do so."

"Stop it!"

The man yelled angrily, holding the giant axe in his hand, and struck the monk again.

Seeing this scene in the distance, Li Zhe shook his head slightly and murmured: "Tsk, it seems to be a personal grudge, nothing to look at."

Before speaking, Li Zhe was ready to leave.

"Donor, please stay!"

However, at this time, the monk suddenly raised his head and shouted at Li Zhe's place.

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