Immortal Road

The unlocking beads are still being produced, and the fight is still going on.

Hundreds of people are fighting in chaos, and it seems that they are frantic. No one knows why they are fighting. Some people are desperately trying to grab the unlocking beads, while others are reaping the lives of others with swords. Put the silver-white box into your storage bag.

Lang Feng is right under the dragon head. Just now, he was reluctant to leave for that drop of unlocking beads. Suddenly, he was attacked by four or five people. It was even more difficult to get away. He covered the wound on his chest with one hand, and his face showed pain.

Suddenly, Lang Feng took out more than ten drops of unlocking beads and threw them out.

However, the few people who besieged him were obviously not for the unlocking beads.

"If you want me to die, I will make sure you don't have a good result." Lang Feng shouted angrily and threw out several talismans in his hand. The grade of these talismans seemed to be not low, but they did not play a big role for the monks who besieged him.

Ishikawa wanted to help, but Lang Feng was in the center of the chaos. It was not an easy thing to get in.

"I will help you. If I die, you will get nothing!" Lang Feng suddenly jumped up, and several big blood holes were instantly hit on his body.

"Boom" The dragon head that was producing the unlocking beads was hit by Lang Feng's sword and collapsed.

The gurgling white liquid gushed out from the dragon head. Everything it touched was corrupted. As long as the monk got a little bit of it, his body would be instantly rotten and a big hole would appear.

The sound of wailing was everywhere.

Even the storage bag was cracked, and the various treasures in the storage bag were scattered all over the ground. Under the corrosion of this rolling white water, they all turned into nothing.

Countless elixirs, talismans, and top-grade magic tools were swallowed up by the white water.

Ishikawa looked from a distance and his face changed slightly.

The white water at the dragon's neck continued to erupt, spraying more than three feet away. Some monks were swallowed up without being able to dodge.

After the death of these monks, they immediately disappeared and turned into silver-white boxes. Under the infiltration of white water, the silver-white boxes slowly opened.

A strange fragrance was transmitted between the smell buds of everyone.

The opened silver-white boxes were actually filled with treasures from heaven and earth.

There were all kinds of strange and bizarre spiritual herbs, vermilion fruits, fist-sized, shining silver metals...

Treasures, all rare and precious treasures.

"Foundation Building Pill" someone suddenly shouted, but after this person shouted, he immediately realized his mistake, flew towards the Foundation Building Pill with a flying sword, ignoring the gushing white water.

Hearing the three words "Foundation Building Pill", Ishikawa also moved slightly, and Liu Huaran had already flown away with a flying sword.

"Puff puff" Several monks who were about to fly to the Foundation Building Pill were killed on the spot by Liu Huaran. However, Liu Huaran was too far away from the Foundation Building Pill, and a monk had already held the Foundation Building Pill in his hand.

Before he could see the Foundation Building Pill clearly, several flying swords had already shot into his body, and the man fell to the ground with a bang.

Once it touched the white water, it immediately turned into a silver-white box.

And the Foundation Building Pill fell from his hand, and under the gaze of everyone, it actually fell into the white water and disappeared.

In the silver-white box that appeared after the death of this person, a yellow grass was revealed.

This spiritual grass has abundant spiritual power, and it is not an ordinary item at a glance. But no matter how precious it is, it cannot be compared with the Foundation Building Pill.

"Roar" Several roars sounded, and the Foundation Building Pill appeared and disappeared, causing many cultivators to stamp their feet and beat their chests, and they were extremely angry.

Seeing the Foundation Building Pill, it is impossible not to be excited. Ishikawa's desire for the Foundation Building Pill is not weaker than anyone present, but Ishikawa is soberly aware that no matter how precious the treasure is, you must have a life to use it.

Below the foundation-building pill is the white water that will kill anyone who touches it, and above the foundation-building pill are many cultivators of the tenth level of Qi training with red eyes.

In this situation, even if you get the foundation-building pill, you will be chased by many cultivators.

So Ishikawa just waited from a distance, waiting for the opportunity.

In a flash, twenty or thirty cultivators were killed or corroded to death by the white water. The storage bags that burst on the ground, and the treasures scattered all over the ground, were soon swallowed up by the white water.

And the ordinary small boxes and silver-white boxes in the storage bags, after touching the white water, all opened one after another, revealing the treasures inside.

There are at least more than ten ordinary boxes in each person's storage bag.

Hundreds of boxes floated on the white water, and the treasures in them were at least top-grade magic tools, which were almost dazzling.

Fighting and death were constantly playing out.

Ishikawa slowly flew to a deserted place with his sword, and cast a spell in his hand, drawing a wisp from the white water and injecting it into a small bottle.

Unexpectedly, just after touching the small bottle, the bottle instantly disappeared, almost spilling on Ishikawa.

Ishikawa's expression changed slightly. Although this small bottle is not a good thing, it is made of empty spiritual soil and is usually used to store some very toxic things.

Unexpectedly, it is useless for this white water.

There are many cultivators here. Ishikawa will definitely not take out the box on his body and open it on the white water. If it is an ordinary treasure, it will be fine. If it is a treasure like the foundation-building pill, it will definitely attract others to snatch it.

So Ishikawa thought of taking some white water and opening it in a secret place.

After thinking for a while, Ishikawa suddenly found that the ordinary boxes and silver boxes floating on the white water were not corroded by the white water.

Ishikawa suddenly had an idea.

While everyone was fighting for the treasures in the boxes, Ishikawa slowly picked up the empty boxes one by one. Of course, these boxes were filled with white water by Ishikawa.

The box filled with white water was sealed tightly by Ishikawa. After careful inspection, it was put into the storage bag.

This white water is an incredible thing, it can actually corrode the storage bag.

After a while, Ishikawa collected hundreds of boxes filled with white water. Some monks saw Ishikawa doing this and followed suit, but the white water no longer emerged from the dragon's neck.

Moreover, the white water kept corroding the ground and slowly sank. By the time everyone wanted to use Ishikawa's method to collect the white water, the white water had already sunk to tens of feet.

A large pit dozens of feet deep appeared on the ground that was flat just now. It was so dark underneath that it was hard to see clearly.

After this battle, there were less than thirty monks left. Scattered around this big pit, some people got a lot of treasures, but most people escaped early and didn't come back until the melee was about to end.

Liu Huaran flew to Ishikawa's side with his sword, his eyes were red and there were several injuries on his body.

However, his expression was still resolute.

"I admire Fellow Daoist Shi's state of mind." Liu Huaran didn't know whether it was a compliment or a criticism.

Ishikawa looked at the big pit under him and didn't say much.

"Out of nearly a hundred silver-white boxes, only one Foundation Building Pill came out." Liu Huaran said: "Fellow Taoist Shi. There are only thirty monks present now. Although there are still monks coming, there are still many monks coming. There won’t be more than a hundred people. If you want to get the Foundation Establishment Pill, you must start with these people.”

Liu Huaran said fiercely, looking at the thirty or so monks with a hint of ferocity in his eyes.

Ishikawa said coldly: "Fellow Daoist Liu, don't you think this is a bit strange? Everything seems to lead us to kill each other. When you enter this treasure house, you don't know where the entrance and exit are. Everything is unknown."

"As long as we have the Foundation Building Pill, it doesn't matter. The worst we can do is destroy them all and build the foundation here." Liu Huaran shouted almost madly.

"As long as you and I work together, there is no opponent here for us. How about one half of the Foundation Establishment Pill?" Before Ishikawa could agree, Liu Huaran had already escaped and was fighting with a monk at the tenth level of Qi training.

Ishikawa shook his head. Maybe the monks here were really no match for the two of them, but the appearance of the young man from Qingyun Sect was something Ishikawa would never forget.

Will he come here too?

In the blink of an eye, Liu Huaran had killed three people.

The monks naturally knew what Liu Huaran was thinking. Someone also collected white water just now.

Kill someone to get a silver box, and there may be a foundation-building pill in the silver box.

Ishikawa looked at Liu Huaran, and suddenly felt an indescribable anxiety in his heart. He was restless, as if he was being watched by someone.

An inexplicable manic feeling rolled through Ishikawa's mind.

Ishikawa took off his sword and flew to a height of more than ten feet. From a distance, he saw dozens more people flying with swords from all directions outside.

These people should have just come out of the illusion of the dense forest, but there was one person who particularly attracted Ishikawa's attention. Under his feet was a small blue boat.

Not in a hurry, but in the direction of Ishikawa.

"That monk from Qingyun Sect" Ishikawa's face tightened, and this person indeed followed him.

If this person is the one Ishikawa is most worried about in this treasure house. Although this person only has the cultivation level of the Qi training period, his actions appear to be unpredictable.

"You all die," Liu Huaran's eyes were red and he howled: "I only have five years to live. In five years, I have practiced hard for more than a hundred years to build the foundation. Now, my path to immortality, It’s on you.”

The green boat, carrying the young man from Qingyun Sect, arrived quickly. In less than a quarter of an hour, it appeared less than ten feet away from Ishikawa.

The young man narrowed his eyes and threw a storage bag in his hand.

"These boxes are in exchange for the same treasure as you."

Ishikawa took the storage bag and inspected it with his spiritual consciousness. There were more than a thousand ordinary small boxes and more than twenty silver-white boxes.

This young man actually killed so many phantom beasts and more than twenty monks.

"What do you want to exchange?" Ishikawa said calmly.

The other party's red eyes were fixed on Ishikawa, making Ishikawa feel uncomfortable.

"A dark-colored thing, like a mining pickaxe, but it may have changed its appearance now. I know that it is with you. As long as you give it to me, I will still have treasures to give you." The man took out dozens of more treasures. The bag of things was thrown at your feet.