Above the Nine Heavens Gang Wind, after the Taoist Yanshan was wiped out, the middle-aged monk's original relaxed demeanor suddenly disappeared. The hand holding the middle-grade Taoist weapon Soul-fixing Ax couldn't help trembling, and his face suddenly became extremely gloomy. , the true energy in the body couldn't help churning, the throat suddenly felt sweet, and a spurt of reverse blood spurted out from the mouth.
"Ahem, it is indeed the Taoist weapon that Jiu Ren ancestor used to dominate the world. Although now only the power of a low-grade Taoist weapon is left, the power is still so great!"
"It's a pity that we can't directly destroy the Shaotian Sect's lineage. Forget it, these people's calculations are not something that I am qualified to consider at all. It's better not to cause extraneous matters!"
Above the nine heavens, the strong wind howled, but the figure of the middle-aged Taoist monk from the Purple Wind Sect became increasingly pale, until he was blown away by the wind like a bubble.
A blazing white light suddenly exploded in the night sky. Yang Junshan subconsciously wanted to close his eyes, but the moment he closed his eyes, he seemed to see more than ten rays of light flying in all directions from the blazing white light. came out, and soon more than ten meteors were formed to pierce the night sky.
Yang Junshan endured the discomfort in his eyes and stared at the shooting star in the sky that was roughly in the direction closest to where he was.
"call out-"
It carried a slender tail flame across the sky, and brought about a sharp and weird roar. There was a loud boom, and a huge mushroom cloud rose up more than ten miles away. The ground at the foot of Yang Jun Mountain was shaking violently.
Yang Junshan was not disturbed by the shaking of the ground, but the huge impact caused by the loud noise forced him to temporarily submerge himself into the ground to escape. When he emerged from the ground again, the entire ground had been scraped away by the impact of just three feet. .
The spiritual energy was still violently turbulent, but it had no effect on Yang Junshan's flight. The clear air steamed under his feet, and Yang Junshan rose into the sky and flew three feet high in the air. However, this speed really made him feel speechless, but Even so, it was still faster than his running speed on the ground.
At a distance of more than ten miles, no matter how slow Yang Junshan was, it didn't take long to escape with all his strength. From a distance, he saw a huge pit with thick smoke appearing in front of him. When the meteor landed here, it also penetrated the underground waterway. The underground water flow gurgled and was slowly filling this huge pit.
Yang Junshan glanced around and found that no one else was coming nearby, but he still did not dare to hesitate at all. He fell straight into the muddy water in the pit and dived towards the bottom of the pit.
The mud at the bottom of the pit suddenly boiled, and the ground began to shake. The mud at the edge of the pit collapsed, making the mud at the bottom of the pit even more viscous.
Suddenly, another stream of mud exploded several feet high from the bottom of the pit. A figure covered in mud flew out of it. After landing on the edge of the pit, it shook all over. Countless mud splashed, and he held a half-pound ball in his hands. Yang Junshan, a foot-long oval glass-shaped object, reappeared spotlessly.
The layer of glass-like stuff wrapped on the surface of this object should be that when the meteor hit the ground, the high-temperature sky fire it carried burned the soil layer into flesh, and then wrapped it on the body of the treasure.
Yang Junshan once tried to peel off this layer of glass-like things, but the hardness of the layer of glass wrapped around the treasure was obviously far beyond his expectation. He also input spiritual power into it in an attempt to attract the treasure. The return of the body
Yes, but it is still like a mud cow entering the sea, and the spiritual consciousness is also unable to penetrate the layer of colored glaze wrapped on the surface of the treasure.
Fortunately, Yang Junshan knew that it was not advisable to stay here for a long time. It was only a few hundred miles away from the Shaking Sky Peak. Such a big movement must have attracted the attention of the Shaking Sky Sect. The distance of hundreds of miles was not suitable for real-person monks. It only takes less than a cup of tea to arrive.
At this time, Yang Junshan did not dare to use the light to escape. This was tantamount to telling everyone who noticed that the treasure was on his body. He could only use the winding terrain on the ground to constantly change directions in order to get rid of possible suspicions. and pursuit.
About a stick of incense after Yang Junshan left the pit, another escaping light flew from the horizon, and it flew over the pit in just the blink of an eye.
The light dissipated, and a monk who looked to be about thirty years old was covered with aura of energy protecting him. He was obviously a real-person monk, but for some reason, this real-person monk had a look on his face at this time. A hint of panic.
The monk glanced towards the pit, and a silent pressure suddenly arose. The vegetation around the pit quickly fell down with the pit as the center.
Suddenly, the invisible pressure suddenly subsided, and a look of shock and anger flashed across the monk's face, seemingly with a hint of disbelief. He stretched out his hand and pressed it towards the bottom of the pit, and the mud trapped in the underground water was immediately discharged. Open, the bottom of the pit is revealed.
The monk clasped his palms together and thrust them downward, then opened his palms outwards. The bottom of the pit seemed to be stretched open by an invisible force and cracked on both sides. However, there was still no trace of what the monk was looking for. !
The angry monk swung his palm down suddenly, and the pit seemed to have been hit by a giant hammer. It collapsed again with a roar, becoming larger and deeper.
I don’t know how long it took, and Yang Junshan himself didn’t know how far he had walked. He judged the direction late at night. At this time, it should be due south of Shaking Tianfeng. But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly felt the direction ahead. Not far away there was chaotic spiritual energy turbulence.
This is a fight, and it's a melee!
Yang Junshan's heart moved and he secretly thought that it couldn't be such a coincidence. Recalling the dozen or so meteors he saw flying around in the wilderness earlier, one of the smaller light clusters did indeed fall in this direction.
He tried his best to hold his breath, like a big insect slowly approaching its prey, and quietly approached the place where the melee took place. From far away, he could hear the roar of magical powers and the sound of gold and iron colliding with magic weapons. At the same time, there was The monks yelled and cursed among themselves.
In the dark night, more than a dozen martial arts monks were fighting each other in the chaos, and there were several corpses lying on the ground.
In the center surrounded by these corpses, a group of light shimmering with misty aura was so eye-catching, but every time someone tried to get close to that group of aura, they were always attacked by others and retreated slightly slower. , he will be besieged by everyone and be seriously injured.