But now, the jade-faced little white dragon holding the fifth-grade magic weapon White Dragon Sword was not afraid at all. He was still hundreds of feet away from the opponent. He stretched out his finger and shot out a white dragon-shaped sword energy that was seven or eight feet long. , like a thunderbolt, instantly struck the opponent's thick shell.
Everyone heard a crunching sound, and the Level 4 monster Colorful Poison Widow was chopped into two pieces by the White Dragon Sword Qi on the spot, and her colorful internal organs flowed all over the floor in the blink of an eye.
Seeing that his sword was successful, the jade-faced little white dragon couldn't help but feel elated. He then said triumphantly: "So what about the fourth-level monster? It's not vulnerable to the master's sword!"
"Brother Long, you are so powerful!" Those younger brothers who belonged to the jade-faced little white dragon among the inner sect elites also immediately began to flatter him.
However, the two foundation-building monks looked dumbfounded. One of them couldn't help but said: "Master nephew, although your sword looks powerful, it is actually the power of a magic weapon, and your own skills have not been shown at all!"
"As long as you can kill monsters, what kind of skills do you need?" the jade-faced little white dragon said immediately unconvinced.
When the two foundation-building monks heard this, they almost fainted. The other one followed with a bitter smile and said, "You can't do it without paying attention to skills! Just like what you did just now, do you know how many things were wasted? At least tens of thousands of spiritual stones. It’s ruined!”
"Ah?" The jade-faced little white dragon was a little surprised. After all, tens of thousands of spirit stones were not an insignificant amount to him. When he heard that he had caused such a big loss, he hurriedly asked: "Isn't it true?"
"Why not?" A foundation-building monk smiled bitterly: "The most valuable part of the Colorful Poison Widow is the hard shell on her back, as well as the poison sac, silk sac, and inner elixir. Unfortunately, you have lost them all. That sword smashed it into pieces! If all these things are there, selling 70,000 to 80,000 spiritual stones would be a no-brainer!"
When the jade-faced little white dragon heard this, he suddenly felt guilty and speechless. If others dared to be so wasteful, the two foundation-building monks would have scolded them long ago. However, since the status of the jade-faced little white dragon was different, they did not dare to offend them too much, so they simply let the matter go without mentioning it, and instead explained what to do. Only by taking action can you obtain all the materials on the Colorful Poison Widow.
In the next few days, everyone found several monsters in this mountain forest with a radius of thousands of miles, and almost everyone had fought with the monsters. Among them, the Wushuang Sword God also made the same mistake as the Jade-faced Little White Dragon. In his excitement, he used the Wushuang Sword Qi to chop a fourth-level monster into pieces alive, wasting a rare piece of good skin, and also... There is an inner elixir, which makes the two foundation-building monks feel distressed to death.
Only Hong Ying did the best. She easily killed a level four monster with just an ordinary flying sword and left a whole body behind, which earned her praise from the two foundation-building monks.
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On this day, after everyone finally tried their hand, it was Xiaopang's turn to show off his skills. Everyone also got up early, freshened up, and went straight on the road. They flew slowly along a large river, using their spiritual consciousness to search for suitable monsters as they walked.
After walking like this for about two hours, everyone found nothing. Seeing that the sun was at its peak, everyone wanted to find a place to rest and have lunch. But at this moment, the expressions of the two foundation-building monks suddenly changed, and they unanimously looked towards the western sky.
When the others saw this, they immediately knew that they had discovered something, and hurriedly looked over. A moment later, everyone saw a golden light flying staggeringly from the very far sky. It was obviously a sword light, and it was a sword light controlled by an extremely high-level monk. However, the opponent seemed to be injured, and the injury was extremely serious, which caused the sword light to be scattered and fly unstable.
The other party seemed to have just noticed the fat little group here, so he immediately dropped his clouds and disappeared upstream of the current.
Seeing this scene, almost everyone present became excited. A high-level monk who was so seriously injured that his sword was unsteady was undoubtedly a god-given treasure for them walking in the vast mountains.
You know, this place is only 20,000 miles away from Xuantian Villa, and it can barely be regarded as the sphere of influence of Xuantian Villa. If this person is a senior of our sect, then he will definitely get a lot of rewards if he rescues him. If he is from another sect, then he will definitely not have any trouble if he takes the opportunity to kill and seize the treasure. After all, it was the other party who broke in first. Besides, in this barren mountain, it was easy to destroy the corpses and wipe out traces. As long as you kept a tight mouth, who could know about this
There are countless monks in Cangmang Mountain, but there are no royal laws among them. As long as they seize the opportunity, I am afraid no one will refuse this kind of windfall! Especially if the opponent is a high-level monk, the magic weapon he carries with him can be very tempting. If they don't take advantage of this kind of bargain delivered to their door, I'm afraid they themselves will feel bad about it.
Thinking of this, impure eye contact began between the two foundation-building monks and the disciples. Only Hongying is not deeply involved in the world and does not understand this kind of twists and turns. So she jumped out first and said impatiently: "It seems that a senior has been seriously injured. Let's go over and have a look!"
"That's fine!" A foundation-building monk immediately said with a smile: "If you are a senior of our sect, you might as well help me quickly!"
"What if it's not a senior of our sect?" The jade-faced little white dragon immediately asked nervously.
"That would be a bit troublesome. This place is the sphere of influence of Xuantian Villa. If we meet someone of unknown origin, we have to take him back to the door first and let the elders do it!" Another foundation-building monk said. He said calmly.
"Then what if he resists?" The Wushuang Sword God immediately asked.
"Hehe, for the sake of our sect's safety, we have no choice but to be rude!" The foundation-building monk then looked at the disciples around him with deep meaning, and then said: "Do you understand?"
"Disciple understands!" Everyone immediately said with understanding expressions.
Only Hongying didn't understand, but she was too lazy to talk nonsense. She directly stepped onto the cloud-mounted tiger and said anxiously while flying: "Stop talking nonsense and hurry up and save people!" Seeing this, other people also followed suit. Go up.
Everyone followed Hongying and flew quickly for a while, and soon came to the place where the golden light disappeared. They found that there was a vast ocean, and a high cliff formed a spectacular waterfall. The surrounding scenery is very empty, and there are no dense plants to hide people. Everyone searched around for a while, but found nothing except a drop of blood. The injured seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.
Everyone gathered together again strangely, and a foundation-building monk suddenly said: "Could it be that the other party used invisible magic to hide it?"
"No, I used the magic of seeing through invisibility to detect it, and I didn't find any clues!" Another monk said.
"Then why is he missing?"
"Can you use earth escape to hide in the earth?"
"Idiot, a man who can't even fly the simplest sword can survive hiding in the soil? Does he want to be buried alive?" A group of young people were not convinced. They all expressed their opinions and argued endlessly.
But Xiaopang, who had been silent all this time, looked at the high hanging waterfall in the distance and suddenly said softly: "It is said that the larger the waterfall, the more likely there is a cave behind it!"
As soon as Xiaopang said this, everyone fell silent. A foundation-building monk then said in surprise: "Yes, that guy is seriously injured and is most likely hiding in the cave behind the waterfall!"
"Then what are you waiting for? Let's go!" Another foundation-building monk immediately said impatiently. With that said, he took the lead and flew towards the waterfall with his sword. The others saw this and hurriedly followed.
The waterfall was just a few miles away, and for monks like them, it was just a blink of an eye. Everyone flew to the waterfall, and a foundation-building monk stretched out his hand and cast a spell to divert the water of the waterfall to one side, revealing a cave inside that was three or four feet high. And the most important thing is that there is a pool of blood at the entrance of the cave, which is extremely fresh.
Seeing this scene, everyone present was overjoyed. Another foundation-building monk immediately ordered: "Everyone, be careful. Those with magic weapons should go to the front, and the disciples in the back row should follow in turn!" As he spoke, he casually showed a black mirror-shaped magic weapon and joined another monk. Along with the jade-faced little white dragon and the flying sword, the magic weapon of the Peerless Sword God, the four of them stood side by side and carefully explored inside.
Hongying was unwilling to be left alone, and followed closely behind. The remaining disciples hurriedly followed up and joined together. Xiaopang was left alone at the end, but he followed Hongying closely to protect her at the critical moment.
Such a group of people are both magical tools and magical treasures. Their brilliance shines brightly, illuminating every detail of the cave. When they walked into it, they discovered that the cave was really not small. It was five to six feet high and seven to eight feet wide, which was very wide. It's not that tidal underfoot, on the contrary, it's relatively dry, and there's no peculiar smell.
After everyone walked more than a dozen steps, they found two or three more blood stains. It was obvious that the opponent was seriously injured and was constantly vomiting blood. After walking a few more steps and turning a corner, everyone quickly found each other at the end of the cave.
I saw that this man was covered in blood, his face was covered with bloodstains and stains, and his face could not be seen clearly. However, there was obviously no sect logo on the Taoist robes on his body, which showed that he was probably a casual cultivator. As for his injuries, they can simply be described as horrific.
This person now only has one right hand intact, and his left leg is broken at the knee. The wound is smooth, as if it was cut with a sharp weapon. But the right leg seemed to be scorched by fire. The calf had long since disappeared, leaving only the burnt thigh with black smoke rising. His left arm completely disappeared, and even a piece of his shoulder was missing. The fracture was ragged, as if it had been bitten off by some beast.
In addition, there were several external wounds on his upper body, criss-crossing his chest, and the cuts were bloody. The most serious ones were the two small wounds, because they were obviously penetrating wounds. One was in the middle of the chest, just shy of piercing the heart, and the other was in the Dantian. Still bleeding.