Immortal and Demon Cultivation

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Big Head felt bitter in his heart and briefly explained the problems he faced to Ye Xiaochuan.

Ye Xiaochuan was very ambitious and said: "It's okay, I believe in your ability. Isn't it just thousands of spiritual power fluctuations? With your ability, you can complete the investigation in three or two days."

The big head cursed: "You know how to pick up ready-made products, and you don't even mention helping me share the burden!"

Ye Xiaochuan said: "I would like to help you share the workload, but my abilities are low and my mental strength is almost zero compared to yours.

Don't say it's me. Looking at the entire Three Realms, besides you, the most handsome beast, who else can do this job? Neither can the Lord of Heaven. "

A rainbow fart made his big head, which was not very intelligent, dizzy.

The big head nodded and said: "Assuming you have good vision, huh, only this handsome beast can do this job.

However, I have to concentrate on identifying those spiritual energy fluctuations to see if they are traces left by the Wood God more than ten thousand years ago. This is very mentally draining, and I cannot guarantee the safety of you and Girl Yun. "

Ye Xiaochuan nodded slightly.

If there were only a few dozen cultivators in the valley, Big Head could rely on his powerful mental power to block the aura of the two of them.

But now there are more than five hundred monks, all of whom are masters, and their big brains cannot be distracted to deal with it.

After calculating the time, it was almost dawn. Nearly two hours had passed since I sent the message to Long Tianshan, and I should be here soon.

He turned around and said to Yun Qiyou: "Fairy Yun, a battle is about to start here. If you are not well, you should go to the top of the mountain to take shelter."

At this moment, Ye Xiaochuan was like a mysterious man in Yun Qiyou's eyes.

Nod slightly.

Said: "Then you should be careful." After arranging Yun Qiyou, Ye Xiaochuan said to Big Head: "Big Head, when the fight starts, can you help me arrange a place within a radius of thirty miles?" In the spiritual realm, there is no need to do anything, as long as these heavenly monks can

Just be unable to communicate with the outside world. This shouldn’t consume your mental energy, right? "

Big Head said: "No problem, then I will take back my mental power first, and leave the rest to you."

After saying that, the big head and short legs kicked off Ye Xiaochuan's chest and jumped directly to the rock wall.

At this moment, Big Head has withdrawn the mental barrier that blocked the two people's auras.

But the heavenly monks didn't notice anything.

It was almost dawn at this moment, and most of the monks were sleeping. The sentries on the outside did not expect that an enemy would suddenly appear inside.

Ye Xiaochuan just stood by the pool under the cliff with his hands behind his back.

When the first ray of sunshine in the morning breaks through the darkness and shines on this valley.

Sunlight does not bring light, it brings death.

The eight hundred ghost Xuanzong masters led by Qianye Shengjun were like ghosts lurking in the dark night. When dawn came, these ghosts also rushed out of the darkness.

Gui Xuanzong has already mastered the information about Bachi Mountain.

Eight hundred people arrived at the outskirts of Bachi Mountain before a stick of incense. The troops were divided into four groups. They showed up after completely surrounding Bachi Mountain.

Ten miles west of Bachi Mountain, in a wasteland with lush water and grass, a young heavenly monk was disguising himself as a piece of green grass, perfectly blending into the flowers and plants.

Unfortunately, this trick only works on mortals.

The spiritual consciousness of a cultivator is like the heating imaging of a super radar. Even if you disguise yourself as a piece of cake, you will not be able to hide under the detection of the spiritual consciousness of a master of cultivation.

The young heavenly monk had just yawned, and suddenly, a thin red line appeared on his neck.

Immediately afterwards, the whole head fell down.

Blood spurted out from between his shoulders.

Du Jiuniang, an old enchantress with childish face and white hair, appeared silently in front of the mutilated corpse.

He kicked the remaining body with his foot, and then unceremoniously took away all the magic weapons, armor, and storage instruments from the man.

In the past, as Du Jiuniang, she would naturally have looked down upon these things.

Since joining the Ghost Xuan Sect, Du Jiuniang, Black Mountain Old Demon, Mo Jiukui, Soul Chaser, Xue Wuhen, Xia Baizhan and other super bosses of the Demon Sect have all become rag collectors.

Who makes Gui Xuanzong too poor?

Hundreds of thousands of disciples seem quite intimidating, but among the direct descendants trained by Ye Xiaochuan, the Red Legion, only one-third of the disciples have magic weapons, and at least 20,000 red-clothed disciples have no magic weapons.

These demon sect elders have developed the habit of collecting trophies after each fight with the heavenly monks.

Not for myself, but for the disciples of Guixuanzong.

Mo Jiukui walked out of the darkness and said: "Jiuniang, who didn't come back with a large number of magic weapons, waiting for us to receive them? You should stop robbing these dead people, it's too embarrassing."

Du Jiuniang smiled and said, "I'm used to it."

While the two were talking, hundreds of black lights followed the ground and silently moved towards the direction of Bachi Mountain to the east.

The sentry sent out by Miss Achi on the outside was cleared by these Ghost Xuanzong masters almost at the same time.

When they arrived at the foot of the mountain, the valley was still quiet and peaceful.

The heavenly monks did not notice the enemy attack, but Ye Xiaochuan naturally did.

Not only her, but Yun Qiyou, who was standing on the top of the mountain, also noticed nearly a thousand auras, approaching here quickly from all directions.

"coming!"

Ye Xiaochuan and Yun Qiyou muttered to themselves at the same time.

No matter how these Ghost Xuan Sect masters hide their whereabouts, they were still discovered when they entered the valley.

After all, they were close to each other. If these heavenly monks had not discovered it, then the heavenly monks would not have won the six catastrophes.

More than 500 people and hundreds of tents were connected in the valley under the Eight-foot Mountain.

With a cry of "enemy attack", in a blink of an eye, those tents were torn apart in an instant, and the six heavenly monks wearing armor rushed out.

At this moment, the main forces of the six heavenly monks were transferred back to the Yinshan camp, and the more than 10,000 monks left in the Western Regions were also scattered and stationed in various parts of the Western Regions.

Ah Chi has followed Hua Wuyou for many years and has a sense of worry.

Facing the covetous eyes of the Saint Lord Qianye in the Western Regions, she naturally did not dare to relax her vigilance.

She ordered four heavenly monks to live in one tent, and the heavenly monks must also wear armor and unsheathe their magic weapons when they are resting.

And they also practiced the countermeasures if the enemy attacked by surprise.

Although the sneak attack of the Ghost Xuan Sect caught them off guard, these 500 well-trained celestial monks were not as easy to be slaughtered as everyone had expected.

Countless magic weapons and energy shot from all directions. Although some monks were killed, the other monks quickly formed a defensive battle circle and barely blocked the attack of the Ghost Xuan Sect masters.

When Miss Achi saw Qianye Saint Lord, Black Mountain Old Demon and a large number of demon sect masters, her face was ashen. She knew that today, these people would be completely explained here.