At this moment, the gray fog not far behind him separated to both sides. A pale and blood-colored boy, who was thin and thin, slowly walked to him and said respectfully: "I have seen my senior brother, but I haven't seen him for a month. It's really gratifying to have another breakthrough in my senior brother's cultivation."

The cultivator of the Ghost Spirit Sect turned around and his eyes fell on the young man. His face changed slightly. He couldn't help but reveal a little gloomy. He said lightly: "Young brother is so praiseworthy. You can practice to reach the early stage of foundation building after less than a year of worshipping in the Ghost Spirit Sect. This time, in the secret world, it reaches the middle stage. Such cultivation speed is rare in the real world. It's no wonder that Master will regard you as the successor of the robe and bowl, and the true master of the sect intends to cultivate you as the next sect."

The young man looked shy when he heard this and scratched his head, "It was because the head and the master were too fond of him. Although the junior brother was lucky enough to practice faster, he still didn't dare to have any delusions about these things."

"Hmph! Since my junior brother has come out, let's go to that exit. Remember what Master said before. This trip to the Mu family is mainly based on me. Please wait and don't make decisions without authorization."

After saying that, the man snorted coldly, and slightly identified the direction. The dark light flashed by his body, and suddenly turned into a stream of shadows and flew forward.

Behind him, the young monk shook his head slightly, his eyes showing a mockery, and he followed him.

.....

In a mountain stream, a young monk with a thin and shabby dress, carrying a bamboo basket and holding a jade shovel, carefully transplanting the spiritual herbs on the ground with a foot taller height, narrow leaves, and purple-black fruits from the ground, muttering in a low voice: "Good thing, good thing, this black grape spirit herb has grown for at least four hundred years. It can produce fifty fruits every ten years, and can refine more than twenty kinds of spiritual pills. If sold to the sect, it will take at least five hundred... No, six hundred low-grade spiritual stones to take action."

Several feet away from this black spirit grass, a monster covered with scales and extremely ferocious looks fell to the ground, and a big hole was broken on its forehead, causing it to die instantly.

Transplant the spirit grass, carefully put it in a white jade bottle, and put it in the bamboo basket behind it. This bamboo basket is obviously not an ordinary thing, there is a universe inside, and it is extremely easy to enter the black spirit grass, and it should be a treasure similar to a storage bag.

"Oh, although I was very careful to open the wound on my head with this second-level mid-grade scale beast, if I had a wound, the boy in the weapon refining department would definitely press the price down to the price. I guess I couldn't sell a few spirit stones! Damn, why did I shake my hands just now? The attack should have fallen on my eyes." This man was muttering, and his eyes showed a look of distress. "But no matter how small the mosquito is, it is still flesh, so he can't just throw it away." As he spoke, the man waved his hand, and the corpse of the scale beast disappeared immediately, and it was obviously taken into the storage bag by him.

"Oh, there is not much time left. Take the time to go around and see if you can find any more spiritual medicines. These simple-minded guys will know that they will fight and kill when they enter the trial world. How many spiritual herb treasures will be damaged? Everyone can't quietly look for spiritual herbs to make a fortune. It's stupid, so stupid!"

The monk carrying a bamboo basket was about to leave, but suddenly his face changed drastically, his eyes showed endless pain, and he reached out to pat the storage bag on his waist. Looking at the trial stone that had already pointed out his way out, he suddenly let out a tragic howl: "Why is the time coming so soon? I haven't dug enough spiritual grass yet, and I haven't found the Qianli Marriage Grass that can instantly make Junior Sister Xiaolin fall in love with me. How can I leave so soon! I disagree! I firmly don't agree with this matter, I want to protest!"

This man beats his chest and stamps his feet and cries. After a while, he will be red in his eyes. He gestures with a middle finger to the air and roars: "Damn the old leader, if you didn't promise to give me two thousand low-grade spirit stones as a reward, I wouldn't have done such a stupid thing that wasted the opportunity to earn spirit stones in vain to watch the fun!"

"Damn it, you wait for me. This time, I was unable to plunder the entire trial world. After two hundred years, my disciples will continue to do my unfinished career. Four hundred years later, my disciples will have my disciples and six hundred years later... My lineage must poach all the spiritual herbs in your Mu family's trial world!!"

The tiger's eyes looked at the earth full of spirit stones with tears in their eyes. The monk turned his head resolutely, flew out from the escape light, and tears drifted all the way.

.....

In a dark stone chamber somewhere, three monks sat cross-legged, and the leader was the leader of the young leader of the Luoshuimen - Jun Wuhui.

The three of them sat cross-legged in a formation, turning in a triangular direction. A ball of white light was suspended in the center of the three. Under the action of the formation, a trace of white light was decomposed and merged into the three people's bodies along the formation.

Suddenly, a crisp crack sound came from the secret room, and the white light ball was instantly covered with fine cracks, which were then completely shattered.

At the same time, the three people in the secret room opened their eyes at the same time. Jun Wuhui's eyes swept towards the two of them. The three nodded together, and all the excitement appeared in their eyes. A moment later, Jun Wuhui said in a deep voice: "Two hundred years ago, my senior Luoshui Sect found the soul light group of martial arts hidden in this secret cave in the trial world. However, because this technique was too strange, one person needed to have water, fire, and wood at the same time to inherit it. My senior Luoshui Sect had no choice but to leave, and returned to the sect and worked hard for a hundred years to create the compromise secret technique inherited by three water, fire, and wood spiritual root cultivators. If they were jointly executed, they could use 80% of this magic technique. But even so, it would be enough to make the strength of the three of us suddenly soar!"

"Senior Brother Jun said it is right. Although the three of us are currently at the foundation-building realm, if we work together to perform this "Divine Power Change", even if we meet a Jindan monk, we may still have the power to fight!" A young monk said beside Jun Wuhui, with an excited look in his eyes.

Jun Wuhui nodded when he heard this, and couldn't help but show joy at the corner of his mouth, but he still mentioned carefully: "The senior who left this magic trick, one person has three spiritual roots, and his talent is extremely amazing. It is very likely that he is the cultivator of the Nascent Soul Realm. Now you and I have obtained his inheritance. Although I dare not say that I have the opportunity to step into the Nascent Soul Avenue, it should be a sure thing to condense the golden elixir! If the three of us can condense the pills, and with the joint efforts, no one in the Golden Pill Realm will be our opponent, but before this, you need to be careful, otherwise one of them will have a mistake, otherwise the magical magic tricks you get will be useless."

"Senior brother, don't worry, after we and the three of us left the Mu family, we will go back to the sect to practice in seclusion. If we are not in the realm of the Golden Pill, we will never step out of the sect anymore." The two Luoshui Sect cultivators tightened their faces when they heard this and said in a deep voice.

"Haha, I feel very pleased that my two junior brothers can understand this." Jun Wuhui nodded with a smile, but sighed secretly in his heart.

Although Luoshuimen is very popular in the eyes of outsiders, the situation is indeed extremely bad. The master who was in seclusion and rushed to the Nascent Soul Avenue has come out of seclusion and announced his failure. Although the master of the sect has the late stage of the Jindan cultivation, his life span is less than fifty years, and the other four Jindan uncles have the largest life span. At this moment, the Luoshuishuisect actually has an embarrassing situation of not being able to meet the needs of the young and yellow. If there were no new Jindan monks before the older generation of Jindan monks were transformed, they would definitely be taken advantage of by many hostile forces, and it is very likely that they would not recover.

Therefore, in the past century, more than five golden elixir cultivators must appear in the Luoshui Sect again to maintain their current status in the cultivation world, and Jun Wuhui and the other three are the key training targets! After they entered the sect, they secretly carried the mission of coming to the trial world to accept inheritance. If the three of them succeeded in inheritance without any accident and condensed elixirs at the same time, the Luoshui Sect's strength will definitely skyrocket, and it is very likely that they will become the number one pocket force under the Yingzhou Mu family!

Therefore, before leaving the sect, the three of them were strictly ordered to successfully accept the inheritance and not to cause trouble. Everything is put on their own safety first!

Jun Wuhui raised his eyebrows and said softly: "Two junior brothers, you and I will go to the exit, and let's see what a natural resource these young monks in various sects are. Today, you and I won't let them show off. After decades, when the three of us join forces to surround the cultivation world of Zhao State, let them understand who is the real winner!"

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"The deadline has arrived. Although I don't have a green jade sword in my hand at this moment, when everyone fights, there is a chance to snatch it." On a towering ancient tree, Xing Tian slowly opened his eyes, looked at the trial stone that emitted a faint fluorescent light, and showed a bit of contemplation in his eyes, and murmured: "Is it you, a mysterious black-robed monk? I'm very curious."

The sound dissipated, the tree was already empty, and a lightning roared forward in the distance in the sky.

.....

"Although I don't know what the magical powers of the black-robed monk are, by just waving his hand to draw hundreds of foundation-building skeletons and taking out Gengjin destroying arrows at will, there will definitely be no one in the trial world who is his opponent!"

"Besides, I have an extremely strong premonition. This is an extraordinary person. This time, the exit from the trial world will definitely be the time for him to shine!"

"Three Thousand Door Guards Ziqing, Supreme Demon Sect Yin Wuchen, I wonder if you can catch this opponent that appears today. I am looking forward to it!"

The beast-controlling sect Ge Cheng had just grown up, and the strange frog under his feet seemed to understand the humming sound of his mouth. He thought of the mysterious black-robed man he met a few days ago, and could not help but show fear in his big eyes. As a monster, it had a more keen premonition of danger than the human monk. When he saw the black-robed monk's move, he knew very well that if he really took action, he would definitely die with his master that day!
Chapter completed!