My brother is so cunning.

Above the vast East China Sea, two monks were flying on swords, hurrying on their way.

There were three monks, a white-bearded old man, leading a handsome young man.

As the old man flew, he stared at the Feng Shui compass in his hand, constantly calculating the direction and good and bad luck, and looked up from time to time to sense the heavenly secrets.

All around was azure blue, the sky was cloudless, and the sea was calm.

Without the guidance of the compass, it would be impossible to tell the direction in this vast ocean where the sea and the sky were one color.

"Master, have we been lost for a long time?"

The young monk couldn't help but said, "This sea area is really strange. We have been flying for three days and three nights, at least thousands of miles, and the surrounding scenery has not changed at all. The more we fly, the more flustered we are..."

"Shh, don't interrupt, the master is deducing the direction!"

The old man said excitedly, "It's almost there, my poor disciple, don't make noise."

The young man sighed and muttered, "You have been looking for a piece of ancient map fragments passed down by the master for more than a hundred years and still found nothing..."

He looked around nervously and said in a trembling voice, "Now that we have run out of the sea, our fasting pills are all gone, and there is nothing below "Don't lose your life in the treasure hunt."

"Silly boy, our Dian Cang Sect rose to prominence thanks to the Ten Absolute Secret Treasures, don't say such discouraging words!"

The old man blew his beard and glared at him, scolding: "My life is running out, and I found the treasure, but in the end it was you who got it. You can't help me, and you're holding me back. You really don't know what's good for you."

The young man scratched his head and said: "Master, I don't want any treasure, I just hope you don't indulge in vanity. You've been working hard for the so-called treasure map all your life, why don't you give up the treasure hunt and return to Dian Cang Mountain to live out your life in peace."

This pair of master and disciple came from Dian Cang Mountain in southern Xinjiang, and Dian Cang Sect is a small sect of scattered immortals.

The cultivation level of the two masters and disciples is not high, the old man is in the Nascent Soul stage, and the young man is in the Golden Core stage.

The master they were talking about was only in the Spiritualization Stage. Due to his mediocre aptitude and lack of spiritual stone resources, he had no chance of advancement and died a hundred years ago.

The inheritance of the Dian Cang Sect was just that a person with a predestined relationship found some fragments of the secret manual of cultivation in the ruins of the Conferred Gods battlefield, from which he glimpsed some authentic cultivation methods of the Xuanmen Sect.

Strictly speaking, the Taoism they practiced, tracing back to its source, was actually the Jiejiao lineage.

After all, the number of Jiejiao monks who died on the battlefield was the largest, and there were also quite a lot of fragments of the secret manual scattered among the people.

However, even if they practiced the Jiejiao method, many casual cultivators did not know it and did not consider themselves Jiejiao disciples.

Some unlucky cultivators even picked up fragments of the secret manual of demon cultivation, but practiced it in human form, and the result was that they practiced in a false way, their bodies began to mutate, and their minds gradually became twisted and bloodthirsty.

These cultivators are called evil cultivators.

The master and disciple of the Dian Cang Sect were considered to be the lucky ones among the casual cultivators. The fragments of the secret manual passed down by the sect's master were the human cultivation methods lost by the human cultivators who accounted for a small proportion of the Jiejiao.

"You little brat, you have no ambition..."

The old man was about to teach his disciple a lesson, but he stopped in shock and pointed to the front and said in a trembling voice: "God will not let down those who work hard. I really found it, silly disciple, look!"

The young man looked in the direction the old man pointed, and saw a magnificent island looming above the sea.

It was just a vast ocean, but after they passed through a barrier without direction, it suddenly became clear and the scenery changed completely.

From the air, the giant island was shaped like a golden turtle. The landforms on the island were diverse, with deserts, dense forests, snow-capped mountains, volcanoes, wastelands, cliffs, lakes, and rivers.

"Jin'ao Island, this must be the legendary Jin'ao Island!" The old man danced with joy and said, "Jin'ao Island is the dojo of the Ten Heavenly Lords of Jiejiao, and it contains the legacies of ten immortals. How many spiritual stones, magic weapons, secret manuals, and elixirs must there be?"

"It's done, our Dian Cang Sect has done it!"

"Hahaha, Taoist Yuheng, thank you for leading the way for us."

The old man's ecstasy was interrupted by another round of laughter. Dozens of cultivators broke the invisibility spell and appeared, surrounding the master and apprentice.

The dozen people were wearing the same sect uniforms. The leader was a middle-aged Taoist priest. He was smiling smugly: "With this treasure, our Southern Xinjiang Cui family will be the world's number one cultivation family in the future!"

Yuheng Taoist priest was shocked and said angrily: "Cui Yan? You actually followed me secretly!"

The middle-aged Taoist priest sneered: "Not just you, any sect or family in Southern Xinjiang that is rumored to have obtained the treasure map will be closely watched by our Cui family. We Cui family members are not good at treasure hunting and solving puzzles, but tracking and stalking is our family's unique skill."

Yuheng Taoist priest pondered and said: "Despicable! When the Cui family rose, several sects were inexplicably wiped out. I think it must be because you took away other people's fortunes and harmed them. "They will take their lives!"

"The treasures of the world belong to the virtuous." Cui Yan said with a smile: "It is natural to plunder luck and feed yourself!"

The Taoist Yuheng looked pale, glanced at the apprentice beside him, and said dejectedly: "We don't want this treasure, let us go."

The middle-aged Taoist said coldly with a gloomy face: "You wish, if the news of Cui's treasure is spread by you, I don't know how many covetous people will be attracted. You should kill yourself quickly, and you can suffer less. If I do it, I will not die happily. "

The Taoist Yuheng raised the flying sword and gritted his teeth and said: "I will die anyway, so I will fight you to the death! Disciple, I will hold them back, and you take the opportunity to escape!"

Just as the two sides were about to start fighting, the sea surface was surging.

The sea water parted, and a group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals of the aquatic tribe, led by a patrolling sea yaksha general, swarmed out.

The patrolling sea yaksha shouted: "Greedy land people, sneaking into the East China Sea territory, stealing the secret treasures of our sea tribe, and still dare to brag about what the virtuous people live in? Little ones, kill all these thieves!"

The master and apprentice who first found Jinao Island looked at each other and became even more desperate.

Among the dozen cultivators of the Cui family, a large cultivation family, there are only two Yuanying, and the rest are in the Jindan realm. The master and apprentice have a small chance of escaping if they fight to the death.

The number of aquatic troops that can be separated from the sea is several hundred. The leading Yaksha general is a Mahayana demon cultivator. The realm of the sailors and soldiers he led has reached the Jindan realm, and the officers are even between Huashen, Fanxu, and Yuanying.

This is the case of a mantis stalking a cicada, while the oriole is waiting behind. It is not easy for a weak and isolated cultivator to find the ancient secrets and take them for himself.

Even if you work hard all your life, you will be calculated by the big forces and become a wedding dress. When the overlord of one side takes action, you will be slaughtered with a spoon.

The shrimp soldiers and crab generals of the sea clan were about to charge with their entire army. A hexagonal space crack opened in the sky, and two cultivators, a man and a woman, passed through the crack and arrived at this battlefield.

The male cultivator wore a mighty golden and red battle armor, and the female cultivator wore a white feather dress. The two had very good looks, both of them were heavenly figures.

"Eh?" The male cultivator scanned the scene from the air and said in surprise: "Why is the entrance of the East China Sea Branch Base so lively?"