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"You mean that incense magic weapon?"

"The price is too high."

"Isn't it time to think about the cost? The magic weapon is lost and no one has caught it. Unless we make up for it, we will all be punished when we go back. You want to suffer in that hellish place for more than ten years, but I don't want to!" Yanmu was already a little anxious! .

The faceless ghost said: "I suspect this is a gap node."

Such incomprehensible words made Yanmu surprised: "What?"

He stood in a daze until half a hour later.

The Faceless Ghost continued: "The gaps in the cave connect the nodes. Otherwise, the sudden disappearance of the magic weapon cannot be explained."

"Unless you take it all to yourself." He turned to look at Yanmu who was still dazed not far away, and said firmly.

Upon hearing this, Yanmu asked: "How dare I?!"

"Because you don't dare, there must be a connection point between the cave and the sky. The magic weapon does not disappear, but is left in the cave."

"you mean?"

"We know the location of the magic weapon enough, so we don't need to worry about it."

"What now?"

Yanmu was a little relieved, but still quite anxious. The price they paid this time was not small, and they had not yet made any achievements. The cooked duck flew away, and no one was willing to accept it.

The Faceless Ghost was not panicked, but said in relief with a smile: "At least we accomplished one thing."

"He is dead."

If Tu Shanjun dies, the opportunity of Master Yuyan will not be extended, and the chance of breaking through to become True Lord Yuanying will be greatly reduced.

"Let me think about where he will send the child." The Faceless Ghost pondered, pinched his fingers and began to calculate, sorting out all the information he knew about Tushan Jun from the beginning.

"What should I do with the Heavenly Ghost King? His Yin Shen..."

"Someone is waiting for him." The Faceless Ghost shrugged.

…

The foundation-building monk wrapped in black robes just walked out of Tianchengyuan.

Clapping sounds.

It immediately made him alert.

"Originally, I thought Faceless was tricking me." A monk in the middle stage of the Golden Core appeared, looking at the foundation-building monk who had just covered up his figure and aura and walked out of Tianchengyuan with a scrutinizing gaze.

"I don't seem to have offended any senior." The foundation-building monk bowed his hands.

The golden elixir monk turned over his hand and took out a compass and said: "King of heaven, don't pretend. Over the past few days, I have forgotten how many foundation-building monks I have stopped. It is extremely rare to have the blood of the king of heaven."

"No matter how the King of Heaven conceals his whereabouts, he will eventually be noticed by my magic weapon."

"Holy Spirit Cult?"

The Ghost King is no longer pretending.

He originally wanted to rely on his own concealment technique to leave Tianchengyuan, but he did not expect that the monks of the Holy Spirit Sect had been waiting for a long time. Perhaps this was the result that the Holy Spirit Sect hoped for.

In fact, it was not the case. The Faceless Ghost originally planned to mobilize the monks to surround and kill the Ghost King.

I didn't expect that the Ghost King would be beaten like this in the end.

In addition to looking for their own blood, such a monk would not just look for someone to seize the body, so he arranged for the monks to besieged here.

It's an unexpected blessing if you can wait, but it doesn't matter if you can't wait.

The King of Heavenly Ghosts is dead.

Without a hundred years of rest, even the original strength cannot be restored. After a hundred years, the world's structure has long changed, and the Heavenly Ghost King will not dare to return to the Xiaohuang Territory.

"I'll be waiting for you."

The deer head put away the magic weapon and held it in his hand with a smile on his face: "If the Heavenly King doesn't want to suffer, it's better not to resist. Such a body cannot bring out the strength of the Golden Core cultivator."

"Humph." The Heavenly Ghost King's brows darkened, and he knew that he was being plotted against.

He had expected this.

Precisely because he knew that the Holy Spirit Cult had bad intentions, he didn't want to use all his strength. He just felt that it would be easy to deal with a late-stage Jindan monk, even if he could use secret methods to reach the peak.

Who would have expected that Tushanjun would be so strong.

After he understood the true meaning, he was able to blow up his body with his overwhelming strength.

In the past, when he fought with others, most of them were a battle of spells.

For example, in a chess game, the two sides interact with each other on offense and defense. When they fall into a disadvantage, they will leave in order to achieve the goal. We are all golden elixir monks. We have hundreds of years of immortality, so there is no need to risk our lives.

Moreover, he won most of the fights in the past.

Unexpectedly, he would see a madman who dared to risk his life now.

The Heavenly Ghost King felt that although Tushanjun was dead, he was even more hateful than when he was alive.

"boom!"

A majestic figure fell in front of the two people.

The wary and meditative Heavenly Ghost King was awakened, and Zhang Tou's eyes widened, and the magic power around his body turned into a shield to firmly protect his body.

Wind blows.

Smoke and dust move.

The burly body loomed in the floating dust. As he took a step forward, the wind stopped and the dust fell around him. A dark golden hair crown tied up his pale hair. The Nine Sun Flame God's robe covered his body. Only two iron fists could be seen in the sleeves of the robe. .

The dark golden divine light in his eyes is majestic.

Spiritual consciousness and divine consciousness blend together, as if one big hand holds everything.

The deer head swallowed unconsciously, a look of fear flashed in his eyes.

This demeanor, this dark gold robe, and the majestic pressure did not need to be recalled at all. The name automatically appeared in his mind, and he did not have the courage to read it out.

"Meteor Flame!" The Heavenly Ghost King exclaimed when he saw the other party clearly.

"King of Heavenly Ghosts? I've been looking for you for a long time."

Master Yuyan looked at the Heavenly Ghost King who exuded foundation-building cultivation, then waved his sleeves and took the Heavenly Ghost King into his hand.

When the deer head saw this scene, he quickly turned into a light and wanted to leave.

"You can't leave. I still have something to ask you."

Master Yuyan turned his head and saw the Jindan monk who had already rushed a mile away. His expression suddenly became unhappy, and finally he seemed to have thought of something: "Forget it, it's okay to ask your Yin Shen."

A punch was delivered.

The fist intention is like a falling star producing scorching heat.

Zhang Tou felt the heat behind him. He looked back and saw a sunbeam magnifying in his eyes. He quickly begged and shouted: "Senior, spare your life!"

"Bang!"

The physical body was crushed by the fist.

Turned into a bloody mist.

The fist wind turned into a palm to hold the Yin Shen and Jin Dan who wanted to escape.

When Master Yuenyan waved, it fell into his hand, and he covered it with the talisman and sealed it into the jade box. Master Yueyan raised his head and looked at the sky. It was a thunder disaster that was about to happen.

"You..." The Heavenly Ghost King widened his eyes as if he was dumbfounded.

Killing a mid-stage Jindan monk is not a big deal.

Because he used to be able to kill too.

But it was such an understatement that even Yin Shen could catch it, which completely subverted the Heavenly Ghost King's imagination of the real Yuyan. He originally thought that he had imagined Yuyan to be powerful enough.

When he saw her today, he realized that he had been wrong before, very wrong.

The strength of Master Yuyan is unfathomable.

The origin of the other party is by no means simple.

The strength gap between monks in the same place is not very big.

Only those kind of Gaozong monks would see such a big gap when they came to remote areas.

Master Yuyan restrained his aura, and until the thunder tribulation in the sky stopped paying attention to him, he turned to look at the Heavenly Ghost King in his hand, and said: "It's your turn now, let's talk about it."

"I want to know a lot of things. I believe the King of Heaven is willing to talk to me about it."

The Ghost King said without hesitation: "As long as the real person doesn't kill me, I'm willing to say anything."

"I even have a handbook of reflections from a Nascent Soul monk, which is very helpful for forming a baby."

Master Yuyan looked calm and did not ask any more questions.

Now that he has taken possession of his own heir, he only has the Heavenly Ghost King who has built a foundation. It turned into a rainbow light and disappeared into the sky. The light brightened slightly and the figure had disappeared.

…

"How much longer do we have to go?"

On the spirit boat, the female cultivator in robes spoke with a lonely expression.

Maybe she was worried, or she wanted to stop holding it in, so she spoke.

Ma Lu calculated the distance in his mind, and felt the speed of the spirit boat, and said: "If we use a small spirit boat to travel, and three people drive the spirit boat back and forth, it will take at least five years."

Empress Ye Ling sighed: "It's dangerous to travel like this, and it's easy to expose us to others."

Those people are very strong, and there may be monks who will hunt them down.

Malu was silent. He couldn't say that nothing would happen.

Things have happened and they can't change them.

He didn't know how the battle in Daheishan was going to be, but even Tu Shanjun had to send Jinghong away first, which was enough to show that this battle would never end normally, at least it wouldn't be as sure of victory as before.

"How is your Highness?" Ma Lu asked with concern as he saw Miss Long'er walking from the inner building to the deck.

Miss Long'er said distressedly: "It's just that I lost my strength, it's not serious, I've fallen asleep."

She chose it in order not to disturb Jinghong, and she was also afraid that she would show vulnerability in front of Jinghong.

The three of them took Tushan Jinghong, who had just built a foundation, and fled all the way without daring to stop. Now they have already left the Daheishan territory.

Seeing that Jinghong couldn't hold on any longer, he released the spirit boat.

The internal space of this spiritual boat, which looks like an ordinary ship, is not small.

There are golden elixir monks on duty, so people who don't usually open their eyes don't dare to provoke him.

Tushan woke up with a start.

She stood up straight and looked at the unfamiliar things around her blankly. It was not her wing, there was no familiar atmosphere, only confusion and panic caused by nightmares were left. It was an unspeakable panic.

Recalling her dream, she didn't see much but saw a figure from behind.

Back view of fist pumping.

"father!"

Tushan Jinghong murmured softly, and unconsciously, two lines of hot tears welled up and wetted her clothes, making her feel even more unreal.

too suddenly.

Suddenly, Uncle Malu, Aunt Longer and Aunt Yeling took her away from Daheishan.

I didn't even have time to say a word in the end.

Not even the so-called farewell words.

Not to mention meeting each other.

Things were so critical at that moment.

The crisis was so severe that a great monk at the late stage of the Golden Elixir could not even see his own child.

How she wanted to hear her father explain.

As if he had calmed down, Tu Shan Jinghong hugged the quilt and curled up his body. She didn't know why, but she just felt that she couldn't sense her father's presence. She desperately wanted to squeeze out a little bit of mana to inspire the ghost.

When the ghost appeared behind her, she stretched out her hand in panic, waving wildly, trying to grab something, but she could only scream: "Why can't it be sensed? Why can't..."

"what is this!"

Tushan Jinghong suppressed his voice and cried out in pain.

Snot and tears stained his handsome face like mountains and rivers.

How she wanted her father to wipe away her tears and tell her: "Don't be afraid, Dad will teach you how to box."

"Why……"

There is one more, it will be later