Immortal Space

After Xiaopeng's wing was cut, the wing could only hang down weakly.

Fortunately, it is now a Tier 3 monster, and it can fly in the air even without wings.

At this time, it can only fly out the damaged natal feather to meet the enemy again.

But Xing Zhuo failed to kill Xiaopeng with his sword just now, and was annoyed in his heart, when he was about to mobilize the remaining mana in his body to do it again.

Wang Hong once again sacrificed three second-order talismans and bombarded him, making the light of the sword energy around him fluctuate.

The power of these three talismans hadn't dissipated yet, another three talismans flew over, and then three more.

In this way, groups of three continued to attack, and Xing Zhuo couldn't get away from the attack before releasing the previous big move.

Under this continuous consumption, the mana in Xing Zhuo's body became less and less. Gradually, even the body-protecting sword glow outside his body could not be maintained.

At this time, Xing Zhuo knew that there was no hope of beheading Wang Hong this time, so he put away the flying sword and prepared to leave.

But the two sides have already fought to such an extent, how could Wang Hong be willing to cast a big net immediately.

Before Xing Zhuo had time to run, he was caught in a ball by the net.

After netting the opponent, Wang Hong secretly took out a magic weapon, the Cold Light Knife, which he had harvested a long time ago, and frantically poured mana into it.

It is too difficult to use the foundation cultivation as a mobilizing magic weapon, almost an impossible task, he can only take out a large amount of spirit wine from the space, and directly introduce it into his belly with his spiritual consciousness.

Hmph! A mere spiritual net wants to trap me, it's too whimsical!

Xing Zhuo quickly opened a hole in the spirit net with his flying sword, and his head and half of his shoulder came out of it.

At this moment, a cold light flew over, Xing Zhuo's body was not yet out of trouble, Feijian was trying to cut open the spiritual net, after all, the spiritual net was quite strong.

Xing Zhuo didn't have time to resist, and just exposed a head of the spirit net, it was cut off by the cold light, fell to the ground and rolled several times.

It wasn't until he died that he realized that people were just waiting for him to stick out his head, which made it easier to chop off, and he was quite proud just now.

After beheading Xing Zhuo, Wang Hong took off Xing Zhuo's storage bag before he had time to clean it up, and put his body into the storage bag.

He fed Xiaopeng a chalcedony pill, recruited it into the spirit beast bag, scanned the battlefield, found nothing missing, and left the place quickly.

Half an hour later, a Jindan cultivator came to the place where the battle was fought just now. After searching the battlefield, he sighed:

I'm still a step late, and I don't know that my fellow student gave me the first footsteps? If I didn't look in the wrong direction, I wouldn't have missed the opportunity.

After searching for nothing, the monk shook his head and left with a sigh.

After Wang Hong left the battlefield, he found a hidden place, opened a cave, and hid in it, planning to wait until Xiaopeng's injury fully recovered before going on the road.

Oh, I was scared to death, I was almost killed by his sword just now!

After Xiaopeng came out of the spirit beast bag, he was still amazed. He had never felt that death was so close to him.

Hurry up and recuperate. If you want to survive, there will be more dangerous battles in the future. Wang Hong feels that Xiaopeng has experienced too few battles.

After Xiaopeng settled down, he was free to take out Xing Zhuo's body and storage bag, and searched Xing Zhuo's body.

As expected of the Golden Core cultivator of the great sect, he is much richer than those monsters.

The Taoist robe on Xing Zhuo is a spiritual weapon, which has the effect of being impenetrable by water and fire, and there are formations on it to make the wearer look more graceful.

I feel that this Taoist robe should be able to sell for a good price.

After putting away the Taoist robe, he set a fire and burned Xing Zhuo's body to ashes.

He poured out all the items in the storage bag, and found that the items inside were not as rich as he had imagined.

It is estimated that Tai Haozong should have exhausted all the materials that can be consumed after this long-term battle, and there are not many resources in the storage bags of Jindan monks.

But this skinny camel is bigger than a horse, and there are thirty-two middle-grade spirit stones and one million low-grade spirit stones.

There are no other spirit wine pills or anything else. They are all so poor. No wonder they want to rob themselves, but it is a pity that they capsized in the gutter.

There are several third-order monster materials in it, which should be the monsters he killed, and there are also a few spiritual weapons.

There were still several jade slips in the storage bag. Wang Hong took out these jade slips and tried to read the contents inside. Unfortunately, these jade slips broke into powder as soon as they came into contact with his spiritual consciousness.

He knew that these should be the jade slips copied from the Taihao Sect, and there were restrictions on them, and only he himself could view them.

When he saw another jade slip, suddenly his eyes lit up, and the jade slip in his hand was not broken.

Then he saw the detailed content inside, Sword of the Universe, dryness is sky, yang, male, kun is earth, yin, female...

After Wang Hong took a brief look at the content inside, he found that it was a sword art, which seemed to be quite advanced.

It's just that although he has used flying swords before, he is not a sword repairman, and he has not specifically studied sword repair.

Judging from the description of this sword formula, it was this sword formula that Xing Zhuo used before.

According to the description of this Sword of the Universe, one can use at least one flying sword and at most sixty-four flying swords to practice this sword art.

Judging by Xing Zhuo's appearance, this flying sword should be the only one he has, and he must be very poor.

You must know that it is not easy for a Jindan cultivator to refine a natal magic weapon. Some monks even have not refined a natal magic weapon for decades.

It is unrealistic to refine multiple magic weapons at once.

Wang Hong put away this Sword of Heaven and Kun, and searched through a pile of items for a long time, but he couldn't find the flying sword used by Xing Zhuo, only some broken pieces.

He had seen it in some classics before, saying that sword cultivators often sacrificed their natal flying swords in some special ways. After the sword cultivator died, the flying sword would also be damaged. It seemed that this was true.

In addition, some refining materials were found, including the second and third tiers.

After sorting these things away, he also began to adjust his breath to recover.

Two months later, Wang Hong and Xiaopeng finally returned to the valley safely.

In the months he's been away, nothing major has happened on this side of the valley.

Since the main force of this group of monsters has already gone south, the density of monsters in their area is not high.

In this vast area, the small number of monsters will not threaten their valley for the time being.

After all, their valley is a desperate place in the eyes of monsters. They have a lot of territory now, so there is no need to seek death in this valley.

After this trip alone, he deeply felt his own lack of strength, and after returning to the valley, he began to retreat to improve his strength.