I just want to quietly cultivate a fairy [travel]

The landslides and ground cracks, the ground shakes, and the clear mirror-like sky seems to have turned into a huge funnel. Countless air of black ice poured down from the funnel and landed on the surging magma, condensing pieces of strange of magmatic rocks.

Fleeing animals were swallowed by magma, and flying birds were frozen into ice sculptures by the air of the black ice, and fell to the disintegrated earth. It hit a place and smashed into pieces.

Feng Yuanjiu stood on the cloud-piercing boat, and he was really glad that he hid in the Xifeng Terrace before setting off, risked himself to hurt the soul and refined the cloud-piercing boat, otherwise, he might have stepped on those spirit beasts Followed in the footsteps.

Another group of spiritual birds with black crowns and blue feathers fell from the sky and hit the defensive shield of the cloud piercing boat, making a series of muffled noises.

The little fox, Feng Xiaobai, shrank his neck, and his fluffy tail curled tightly around Feng Yuanjiu's neck, making him almost breathless.

Feng Yuanjiu squeezed Feng Xiaobai's neck in a comforting way, and drove the cloud-piercing boat through the "spiritual bird rain", narrowly avoiding the collapsing rocks and toppled ancient trees, watching the devastated ground and sighing : "It's a pity these heaven and earth spirit plants."

In this accident, I do not know how many spiritual plants were destroyed.

Just now, Feng Yuanjiu and the little fox were looking for a ten-thousand-year-old blood-seeing grass, thinking about how to kill the sixth-level monster without being caught by others, so the mountain collapsed suddenly.

The sixth-order monster and the ten-thousand-year blood see grass were instantly turned into nothingness by the gushing magma.

Fortunately, he saw the opportunity quickly, otherwise he would be doomed.

With such a change in the secret realm, everyone is overwhelmed.

Following the gathering signal from the Nether Sect and the Zixiao Sword Sect, there were purple fireworks blooming in the distant sky, which was the signal from the Taiqing Sect to summon the disciples to gather. Feng Yuanjiu just took a look and then turned the cloud-piercing boat to the opposite direction and go.

The heart of defense is indispensable, and the current situation is really a great opportunity to kill dissidents.

The battle between Wan Anping and his master Qin Changsheng has reached a fever pitch. If it were him, he would definitely let someone take the opportunity to kill Qin Changsheng's disciples. Even if he couldn't hit Qin Changsheng, he would still disgust him.

What's more, Wan Anping pointed out Bu Ziyang as the leader of the Nine Fire Waterfall Secret Realm before going to the Xuanbingtan Secret Realm.

Feng Yuanjiu really couldn't trust the character of Wan Anping and Bu Ziyang, so, in order to avoid being killed by Bu Ziyang in the secret realm, he resolutely and swiftly smeared oil on the soles of his feet and slipped away.

Feng Yuanjiu's speed slowed down a lot as he wanted to avoid the spirit beasts that were running rampant and fleeing for their lives, and also to avoid the monks who followed the sect's call to reunite with the brothers and sisters of the same sect.

Feng Yuanjiu fled thousands of miles away, turned suddenly, and flew towards the southeast.

That is where the Nine Fire Heavenly Lake is located in the Nine Fire Waterfall Secret Realm. Only in the Nine Fire Heavenly Lake can there be Jinyan Hanjing.

The little fat man solemnly entrusted it, so he had to give it a try.

Because of the changes in the secret realm, the maps given by Feng Yuanning and Qin Changsheng were not very useful anymore.Feng Yuanjiu could only fly in the direction he had seen earlier.

Fortunately, the change in the secret realm didn't last long. After about ten days, the funnel in the sky began to shrink gradually, and the earth fire magma surging on the ground also gradually eased down.

In this way, Feng Yuanjiu released the treasure hunting fox Feng Xiaobai again.

On this day, Feng Yuanjiu followed the little fox into a cave that was still emitting smoke.

The cave is narrow, long and deep, with smooth rock walls, and the residual temperature of the magma is scorching hot. The deeper you go, the higher the temperature.

The sweat on Feng Yuanjiu's forehead was steamed into mist.

The caves are twists and turns, like a maze.

When bypassing another fork in the road, the thick bloody smell wafting from the left passage in front made him instantly alert.

Feng Yuanjiu thought for a while, then took Chiyu out of Qifeng Terrace, pointed to the passage on the left: "Go and explore."

Chiyu, as a tool spirit, communicates with him spiritually. As long as there is no entity, as long as it is well hidden, it will not be discovered, and even if it is discovered, it will not be destroyed. It is really the best candidate for pathfinding cannon fodder.

Chiyu turned into a fiery red spirit fox, and rushed into the left passageway with the golden flames in the red.

The passage is not deep, only about a hundred feet long.

But after a while, Feng Yuanjiu saw the situation in the passage clearly with Chiyu's eyes, and his expression immediately became solemn.

At the end of the passage, a human drama is being staged.

Fang Wuji sat paralyzed in a pool of blood amber, cursing: "Kang Yuanzhong! You are a thief raised by a maidservant! If I don't die today, I will destroy you all in the future!"

The male cultivator in the Taoist robe of the Zixiao Sword School raised his finger, and a small jet-black sword wrapped around Fang Wuji like a horse.

Wherever the blade passed, flesh and blood flew instantly.

Fang Wuji's already bloody thighs suddenly showed bones.

Such a method would not take away the life of the monk, it would just be more torture.

Fang Wuji didn't even hum, and kept cursing.

The sword cultivator of the Zixiao Sword Sect sneered, pointed his fingertips, and wrapped another string of small ink-colored swords towards Fang Wuji: "You say you are the most powerful, but what's the use? You can save your heart and soul. Or can you save yourself?"

Fang Wuji took a sip: "If you dare, you will kill me!"

Zixiao Sword School's sword repairer tilted his head to look at Fang Wuji, and suddenly smiled: "I don't want to part with it."

Fang Wuji raised his eyebrows in an instant.

The sword cultivator of the Zixiao Sword Sect seemed to have tortured Fang Wuji enough, his fingertips ran across his waist, and a small banner appeared in his palm.

Fang Wuji's eyes were about to burst, but he was locked up all over his body, unable to move: "Kang Yuanzhong, you dare! You are not afraid that Kang Xuanyi will make you want to live or die!"

"Nowadays the world is turned upside down in the secret realm, and it's normal for a person to fall. No matter how talented he is, Kang Xuanyi, how can he know what's going on here?" The sword cultivator of the Zixiao Sword Sect sneered, made a formula, and threw the small flag in his palm To the unconscious female cultivator in the corner, "Furthermore, I am following orders, so why should I be afraid of that demon who is naturally rebellious?"

While speaking, the small ink-colored flag has already grown to six feet long.

Numerous devils struggled painfully from the flags, men, women, old, and young, all of them looked desperate and resentful, wishing to grab the flesh and blood covered by the flags into the flags and feast on them.

Fang Wuji couldn't care less about other things, fixed his eyes on the unconscious female cultivator, and shouted angrily, "No!!!"

That banner should be the Yin-Yang banner commonly used by demon cultivators of the Heavenly Demon Sect, Nether Sect, and Blood Soul Sect. Yin can accept ghosts and Yang can accept people.

The monks of Tianmo sect often use Yin flags to collect ghosts, while the monks of Nether sect and Blood soul sect often use Yang flags to collect souls.

No matter what, this kind of magic weapon should not appear on the monks of the Zixiao Sword Sect.

Seeing that the banner was about to put the female cultivator into the banner, Feng Yuanjiu didn't dare to delay any longer, and raised his hand to release the Qingtian Shaking Seal Talisman that was already half full of true energy.

The space in the passage is limited, and the khaki big seal only rises to a square of ten feet.

Feng Yuanjiu hid in the shadows, using the Jue Jue to fly the Great Seal to the end of the passage without a sound, and then threw his head around the sword cultivator of the Zixiao Sword Sect.

The sword cultivator was so complacent, his mind was completely on the female cultivator, probably he didn't expect that there were other people here, and he was caught off guard by the big seal.

That sword cultivator is only a monk in the middle stage of foundation establishment, so there is no possibility of surviving this sneak attack.

Feng Yuan Jiuyu repeatedly smashed the Qingtian Shaking Seal several times, and after confirming that the sword cultivator was dead, he walked out of the shadows and played with the long hair left by his unnamed father. The life lock came to the end of the passage.

In order not to be followed by others, Feng Yuanjiu asked Chiyu to guard the fork when walking into the passage.

Just now, when Feng Yuanjiu sneaked up on that sword cultivator, he accidentally smashed the horn of the big seal on Fang Wuji's leg.

Fang Wuji's right leg was smashed to pieces, but he showed no resentment. Looking at Feng Yuanjiu who appeared, his eyes were full of gratitude: "Junior Brother Feng, the grace of saving life is unforgettable."

Feng Yuanjiu stood at a distance of two feet away from Fang Wuji, waved his hand over the storage bag left by the sword cultivator, frowned, and buried the human-shaped meatloaf with the ground trapping technique, and then walked forward Yizhangyuan: "Senior Brother Fang doesn't need to do this, it's my younger brother who repaid your kindness that day."

Fang Wuji shook his head: "Back then I was just doing it out of selfishness, but today Junior Brother Feng is a real life-saving grace."

Feng Yuanjiu raised his eyebrows and said: "We are all from the same sect, why should we be like this?"

Fang Wuji smirked: "Grace is kindness, resentment is resentment, even fellow disciples should be able to distinguish between gratitude and resentment. I admit that before today I had a lot of resentment towards Junior Brother Feng, but from today onwards, I can only be grateful to Junior Brother Feng." , if my junior brother needs anything in the future, I will go through fire and water."

Feng Yuanjiu and Fang Wuji looked at each other for a moment, neither agreeing nor denying.

After pondering for a while, Feng Yuanjiu took out a cool jade bottle from his Qiankun bag, and sent it to Wan Wuji in the air: "This is Nirvana Pill, it should be useful for senior brother's injury."

More than some useful?

As long as there is one breath, there is no body that cannot be repaired by Nirvana Pill!

Feng Yuanjiu took out such a precious pill as soon as he said it, Fang Wuji was stunned for a moment, then opened his mouth and waited for it to be fed: "Please trouble me, Junior Brother."

Feng Yuanjiu popped out a piece of real energy with his fingers, knocked off the lid of the jade bottle, controlled the jade bottle from a distance, and poured the red pill inside into Fang Wuji's mouth: "Brother, what kind of sorcery did you fall into?"

The entrance of the Nirvana Pill is full of wounds, as if bitten by ants and reptiles, which is really uncomfortable.

However, he couldn't move his whole body, so he could only bear it by force.

Fang Wuji grinned, and there was a bit of trembling in his rough voice: "You have won the magic seal of Kang Yuanzhong's grandson, you don't need to worry about me, go and see how Linglong is doing."

Feng Yuanjiu stood still.

With the fall of the sword cultivator, the yin and yang banner fell to the ground the size of a palm, and the female cultivator was still in a coma, but changed from a sitting position to lying on the ground.

Fang Wuji gritted his teeth and endured a bone-piercing itch, and urged Feng Yuanjiu: "Junior brother, what are you waiting for?"

Feng Yuanjiu took a step back, held the Qingtian Shaking Seal Talisman full of true energy in his palm, shook his head and said, "Men and women can't kiss each other."