Xiuxian exchange system

Just as he was thinking about it, he only heard Wan Haomiao say indifferently: "Huanmiaomen, an ordinary jade box?"

When Lai Wuhen heard this, his heart skipped a beat.

I saw Wan Haomiao holding the jade box in his hand, and with a sweep of his consciousness, he looked at Lai Wuhen's face.

Lai Wuhen got up and bowed to Wan Haomiao: "I have seen Senior Wan, this is brought by my teacher Wen Yudie."

"What's in here?" Wan Haomiao asked.

"This junior doesn't know either." Lai Wuhen's expression was calm, he was telling the truth, and naturally there was no disturbance in his heart.

"Is there no one in the Huanmiaomen? I sent you two invitations, and I sent you here alone. There are more than a dozen disciples under the seat of Wanlaogui. Are you afraid that I dare not come?" Wan Haomiao As he said that, he changed his gentle attitude and his face sank.

Although the Huanmiaomen and the Flame Sect are hostile, there are less than a hundred monks in the Nascent Soul stage in the entire Eastern Inkstone Region, and it is impossible for them not to deal with each other.

When the others heard the words, they looked like they were waiting to see a good show.

Naturally, it was impossible for Lai Wuhen to confront Wan Haomiao, and if he had a choice, he would not want to come here at all.

When asked this question, he stood there with an embarrassed expression on his face, not knowing what to say.

"You come to open it." Seeing Lai Wuhen's at a loss, Wan Haomiao said in a tone that could not be refused.

"Yes." Lai Wuhen felt a chill down his spine, hoping that the old guy would not bother to do anything to him because of his status, otherwise he really didn't know how to get out.

On the high platform, Lai Wuhen looked at the restrictions on the jade box but found it difficult. With his cultivation base, how could he be able to break the restrictions on the jade box.

"Senior Wan, juniors cannot open this restriction."

As soon as Lai Wuhen finished speaking, some people couldn't help laughing, it's really useless to give gifts like this.

But feeling Wan Haomiao's gloomy face, those people stroked their mouths hard, suppressing the smile in their hearts.

Wan Haomiao raised his eyebrows, and typed out one after another spells, and the restrictions on the jade box were also opened layer by layer.

Until the last layer of restriction was opened, Wan Haomiao's spiritual consciousness wanted to penetrate into it, but was bounced back by the jade box.

"Pretending to be a ghost." Wan Haomiao said to himself.

Although Lai Wuhen was reluctant, at this moment, he could only reach out to open the jade box. He only hoped that Wen Yudie would not cheat him.

As soon as the jade box was opened, a beam of light shot out from it and sprayed high into the sky. Layers of halos scattered in all directions, and a burst of spatial fluctuations came out of the halos.

"Teleportation Array?"

Some people exclaimed, some people retreated quickly, and everyone felt that something was wrong.

Wan Haomiao's spiritual consciousness had already noticed it, and as soon as he raised his hand, a beam of light shot towards Lai Wuhen.

"Flying catastrophe is detected, the host is facing killing intent, and the bad luck value is increased by 100 million."

Before the system finished speaking, the beam of light had already arrived in front of Lai Wuhen. Although he saw it, his body had no time to react.

A ray of light flickered in the teleportation array, and at the same time Wan Haomiao made a move, a Nascent Soul disappeared into the void in a flash.

The next moment, Nascent Soul appeared in front of Lai Wuhen, with a small mouth, and a round shield emerged, blocking the beam of light.

Just as Lai Wuhen had the feeling of narrow escape, Wan Haomiao's armor flashed, and red tentacles stretched out from the armor, attacking in the direction of Nascent Soul.

Nascent Soul threw Lai Wuhen to the side with his small hand, the surface of his body flashed with light, and more than a dozen beams of light shot out at the same time, colliding with those tentacles.

"Flying catastrophe is detected, the host's body is damaged, life is dying, and the bad luck value is increased by 1000 million."

Although Nascent Soul's reaction was also extremely fast, when Lai Wuhen was thrown, Lai Wuhen was still scraped by the strength of the tentacles, how could he resist with his current physical strength.

Fortunately, he was not hit directly, otherwise he would have died on the spot.

Seeing Lai Wuhen being thrown out of the battle group, more than a dozen monks of the Flame Sect rushed towards him with a flash of light on their bodies.

The teleportation talisman in Lai Wuhen's hand flashed, and he disappeared from the spot.

Thousands of miles away, Lai Wuhen staggered, flashed out from the sky, his breath was sluggish, a Ten Perfect Great Returning Pill entered his stomach, his consciousness scattered, and he identified one aspect and galloped away.

He only took a quick glance at the Nascent Soul earlier, and saw that it belonged to Wei Ziming.

Although Wei Ziming saved him again this time, he didn't feel any gratitude at all. If they hadn't planned something behind the scenes, he would never have encountered such danger.

Now he is still in the territory of Luochuan country, he is not really out of danger.

While flying, he took out a map and identified it. This should be the east side of Luochuan Kingdom. If he wants to go back to the Huanmiaomen, he has to make a detour.

But he didn't understand the current situation at all. In case he was besieged by the monks of the Flame Sect, he would not be able to die with ten lives, so he might as well go in the opposite direction, or he might still have a chance.

Thinking of this, Lai Wuhen kept flying eastward, and after half a day, the injuries on his body had mostly healed, when suddenly his consciousness moved.

There are two monks at the early stage of foundation establishment flying towards here. The clothes should be from the Flame Sect. Lai Wuhen's face darkened. As soon as he raised his hand, the Thunder God Talisman slapped on his forehead, and lightning bolts wrapped around him Around him, a huge phantom of Thor emerged from behind him.

As soon as the two flame sect monks flew over, they sensed the rising coercion on Lai Wuhen's body, turned around and fled backwards.

Thunder God's huge Guan Dao swung two blows in a row, and two half-moon ring-shaped blades made of lightning struck towards the two cultivators.

The two monks only felt the aura of destruction approaching from behind, and before they could release the magic weapon, they were cut in two and fell downward.

Lai Wuhen's light flashed repeatedly, and he tore off the storage bags of the two people.

This flight lasted for more than ten days. Although he had never seen a monk from the Flame Sect again, his heart did not relax at all.

It wasn't until he got out of the territory of Luochuan country, flew for another ten days, and came to a vast sea area, that his heart relaxed, he changed his direction, and flew south.

After several days of flying, Lai Wuhen remembered that there was a broken map in his storage bag.

Take it out and carefully identify it. The location of the map is not too far from where he is now, so he gritted his teeth and flew towards the location indicated by the map.

This map was obtained from the storage bag of the middle-aged man who killed the Imaginary Miaomen.

When he came to the air above a desolate island, he landed on a big rock on the island without stopping, took out the map and checked again.

This is the location indicated by the broken map, and one of the arrows points to the center of the small island.

The small island is only a dozen miles around, and with Lai Wuhen's escaping speed and divine sense, he quickly searched the entire small island.

After confirming that there was no danger, Lai Wuhen landed towards the center of the island.