This cloud pocket is exactly the high-level magic weapon Xiangyun pocket that Lu Ping harvested in the monk's cave on Feiling Island. This magic weapon is not only fast, but also has a lot of effects on the concealment of the monk's aura.
About an hour later, while Lu Ping's consciousness was fluctuating, he noticed some things under the sea surface, and saw the surface of the sea rising, and a pale monk wearing a special magic weapon suddenly appeared on the sea surface.
The monk looked around, found nothing, and lit a sound transmission talisman. After a while, more than twenty rays of light suddenly appeared on the distant sea, and they came to the sky above this sea area in the blink of an eye.
More than 20 monks in the middle and late stages of hemolysis showed their figures. The monks who had been investigating earlier stepped forward and said to a leading monk in the late stage of hemolysis: "Brother Zhao, Huang Piaoling and other three brothers should have died here. The other party's hands and feet are clean. There are no flaws left, it should be besieged by the enemy with absolute superiority and fell."
Brother Zhao nodded and said: "Recently, the True Spirit Sect has increased its control over the buffer sea area, and the number of monks patrolling the sea has greatly increased. There are rumors that there are monks from the True Spirit Sect pretending to be casual cultivators in the buffer sea area to track down our whereabouts. Two days ago, a group of monks under Zhou Weilong was wiped out by the True Spirit Sect, all five monks were annihilated, and now Junior Brother Huang and the other three are down, it should be the work of the True Spirit Sect."
A monk behind Senior Brother Zhao stepped forward and asked, "Senior Brother, what should we do in the future, should we return to our sect?"
Brother Zhao sneered and said: "Return? I haven't completed the mission of the sect, and I'm still waiting for a crime. After returning, not only will my family suffer, but I will also handle the sect's sundries and be despised by others. You brothers and sisters can bear this insult." ?”
All the monks behind were angry, Senior Brother Zhao went on to say: "Only by completing the mission of the sect to disturb the buffer zone of the True Spirit Sect, we will not only be able to wash away our charges, but also earn honor for the family, and we will also Respected by monks of the sect."
The monk who asked the question before continued: "Then senior brother, how should we deal with the encirclement and suppression of the True Spirit Sect?"
Brother Zhao said: "Go back to our lair first, this time I am not the only one who pretended to be pirates and attacked the monks in the buffer zone of the True Spirit Sect, and we are not large in scale compared with the monks sent by other sects to punish crimes." If you say that we are not the ones who are most afraid of the true spirit sect's suppression."
The monk dressed in water leaned on and said in shock: "Could it be that the brother is going to join forces with other sect's punishing monks to deal with the suppression of the True Spirit Sect? Wouldn't the goal be bigger?"
Brother Zhao smiled and said: "Then what's wrong, this time Zhou Weilong called a gathering of monks who have sneaked into the True Spirit Sect to gather on Wuming Island, isn't it just to talk about this?"
The monk who asked the question before pondered for a while, and said: "Brother Zhao, the Xuanling faction has always been arrogant. This time Zhou Weilong's trip to the unnamed island probably meant that the forces of the various factions were integrated and he was in command."
Brother Zhao smiled and said: "Isn't that just right, let him take the lead to deal with the encirclement and suppression of the True Spirit Sect, wouldn't it be safer for us to wait, but it's just hypocrisy."
A group of monks had already landed towards a small coral island while speaking, but they didn't notice that in the distant sky behind them, a white cloud floated and swayed to the left, but it was always dotted with their advancing route.
Looking at the small island in front of him, Lu Ping thought for a while, and decided not to scare the snake, but to wait for Senior Brother Zhao to meet up with the monks of the Xuanling Sect, and then notify the sect to catch them all.
To punish the monk? Lu Ping was surprised that the things in the rumors that hadn't arrived first actually existed.
Each faction has a long history and has its own strict reward and punishment system. Some monks who committed serious crimes are often organized by the sect to complete some secret tasks. These monks are the monks who are punished. If these monks to be punished completed their tasks, the sect would naturally pardon their crimes, restore their identities, and even win honor. If the missions failed or were exposed, the sect would not recognize the identities of these monks and let them fend for themselves.
The monk to be punished is actually a dead soldier of a sect who is used to deal with some dark and difficult things.
Lu Ping waited for Senior Brother Zhao and others to attend the pirate gathering called by Zhou Weilong of the Xuanling Sect, and at the same time, he had already informed the monks of his sect what happened here with the sound transmission sword.
Taking advantage of this time, Lu Ping counted the storage bags of the three mid-hemolytic cultivators. They were worthy of being dead warriors of the sect. The three storage bags contained only magical artifacts, a total of 10,000 spirit stones, and a few bottles of mid-hemolytic elixir. There was nothing, and Lu Ping wanted to find something of value to determine the identity of this group of monks, but he couldn't.
The sword light flashed across the sky, and the talisman in Lu Ping's hand flashed a brilliance. He led the sound transmission sword into his hand, but there was Liu Xianchang's voice inside: "Closely monitor, notify in time, encircle at night, pay attention to safety."
It seems that the twenty monks supported by the school this time should be led by Liu Xianchang, Lu Ping couldn't help but secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
In the evening, three figures left the small coral island and flew towards the northeast.
Lu Ping didn't dare to get close, and followed closely from a distance. Fortunately, Xiangyundou's concealment effect was not bad, and Lu Ping used the "Crossing the Sky and Sea Art" to further block his own breath, and Xiangyundou gradually darkened with the sky in the evening And changed its color.
Wuming Island is located in the northeast of the buffer sea area of the True Spirit Sect. Lu Ping watched Brother Zhao and the other three fall into the Wuming Island, so he recorded the location of the Wuming Island in the Sound Transmission Sword and sent it out.
Lu Ping saw that there was no movement on the dark unnamed island, so he urged Xiang Yundou to slowly approach the unnamed island, wanting to find out.
Just as Lu Ping landed on Wuming Island, he heard a burst of applause. Lu Ping turned his head and saw Senior Brother Zhao and a man in his thirties walking over.
As the man walked, he clapped his hands and said to Lu Ping, "Your Excellency is so brave. You have the courage to break into the nameless island with the cultivation base of the third level of hemolysis. The True Spirit Sect still sees that I can't wait, and actually sent a monk in the early stage of hemolysis to follow us." .”
While speaking, more than a dozen monks surrounded Lu Ping. Each monk was in the middle stage of hemolysis, and the five leaders, including Brother Zhao and the man, were in the late stage of hemolysis.
Lu Ping thumped in his heart. It seemed that he had already been discovered by the other party. Lu Ping's mind turned, the most important thing now was how to break out of the encirclement and save his life, so he asked calmly, "How did you find me?"
Senior Brother Zhao smiled, and said to the man next to him, "I'm ashamed, if Senior Brother Zhou Weilong hadn't reminded me, I wouldn't have known that I was being followed, and I almost missed the important event of the party."
The man who spoke earlier was Zhou Weilong from the Xuanling Sect, and he said modestly: "Actually, we just got the news that a monk secretly dispatched by the True Spirit Sect to the buffer sea area has discovered our whereabouts and has followed them A group of people came towards the nameless island where we were meeting, so we made arrangements, but I didn't expect that Senior Brother Zhao was being followed."
Senior Brother Zhao smiled awkwardly, and Zhou Weilong continued: "I am afraid that the nameless island has been exposed at the moment, and the monks from the True Spirit Sect will come soon, and the senior brothers from the Shuiyan Pavilion are probably already on Coral Island. gone."
Brother Zhao's face turned pale for a while, and then he looked at Lu Ping who was surrounded in the middle with a look of resentment and murderous intent.
When Lu Ping heard Zhou Weilong's words, his heart moved, and he asked, "Who passed the news to you?"
Zhou Weilong smiled contemptuously and said, "Do you think I will tell you?"
Lu Ping naturally knew that he was asking in vain, but it was just to delay time. Presumably, Liu Xianchang had already rushed to Wuming Island.
Zhou Weilong seemed to have seen Lu Ping's plan, and said with a smile: "Our six sects have a secret gathering, except for Ling Ruoming, who accidentally fell into the trap of the True Spirit Sect two days ago and was encircled and suppressed by the Linggu Sect. Here, we have to change places as soon as possible, but before we leave, let’s get rid of this brave disciple of the True Spirit Sect.”
Amidst the laughter of the crowd, Lu Ping took the lead, so he couldn't hesitate at all.
Watching Lu Ping dance a pair of flying winged swords into a wave of swords and rush towards the two hemolytic mid-stage cultivators in the east, Brother Zhao, who has lost many juniors, smiled viciously, "The turtle in the urn, where else can I escape? "
Brother Zhao sacrificed a pair of small copper hammers and chased after Lu Ping. The leaders of the other sects in the later stage of hemolysis all smiled and watched Lu Ping's desperate fight.
As soon as Lu Ping turned around, he threw something at Senior Brother Zhao who was chasing him. Zhou Weilong's expression changed, and he said, "Senior Brother Zhao, be careful, it's a talisman!" s attack.
A burst of flames rose from the surface of the talisman thrown by Lu Ping, and there was a cry, and a huge fire luan soared into the sky, swooping towards Senior Brother Zhao who was in a hurry.
A few high-level magic weapons soared up to help Senior Brother Zhao block Huo Luan. After a few back and forth, Huo Luan was broken into sparks. Five later monks looked at Lu Ping again, but found that the two who had blocked Lu Ping's way earlier In the mid-term monks, one was smashed by Lu Ping's flying wing sword and suffered internal injuries, while the other fell to the ground and passed out. Lu Ping had already taken the road and fled at this time, leaving only a back.
The five of them glanced at each other, Zhou Weilong smiled and said: "I don't think this kid is so capable, those flying swords are pretty good, I want them."
After saying that, the five of them rose into the air and chased in the direction of Lu Ping, and other middle-term monks followed suit.
As soon as Lu Ping got out of the nameless island, he heard a sharp piercing sound coming from his side. Prime Minister Lu Ping threw out another jade talisman without thinking about it. This is the only talisman left by Lu Ping, and it is also the most powerful forging pill A talisman made by monks on the third floor.
A bland sword light swept across the air, and the five late-stage monks behind stopped in horror, and they all resorted to their own methods to jointly resist.
The power of this sword light is even stronger than that of the previous Huo Luan. When everyone finally blocked the sword light, there was no shadow of Lu Ping on the sea, but he rushed out from one side with a secret technique to block it. A disciple of Lu Ping's Xuanling Sect stood there in a daze, looking at the magic weapon that was shot down on the ground, and let the blood flow from the corner of his mouth.