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Chapter 2137 Blood leaf psychic art, all parties gather
Wang Changsheng didn't object either. If he couldn't meet other fellow disciples, he could only cooperate with Zheng Qiuyue to try to get the 7-year-old Nine Thunder Bamboo.

"The combined old monster of Wanlingmen actually sent a clone in. If you encounter this person again, you must be careful."

Wang Ruyan's face was solemn, even if it was a clone, it was far from being comparable to ordinary Huashen.

Wang Changsheng glanced at Mu Yuyan, but did not speak. Mu Yuyan was able to escape from the clone of the fit monster. He was by no means an ordinary cultivator who transformed himself into a god. Doppelgänger, directly commanding them.

Out of the underground cave, Zheng Qiuyue sacrificed a flying shuttle with red light flowing continuously, and entered a magic formula. The red flying shuttle grew to more than a hundred feet long,

All the monks jumped up one after another, and Zheng Qiuyue pinched the magic formula, and the aura of the red shuttle rose sharply, turning into a red rainbow and flying towards the sky.

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A stretch of emerald green mountains stretching for hundreds of millions of miles, a long and narrow valley.

Zhao Hong and other five cultivators gathered together, Zhao Hong frowned. He had waited for several months, but he just waited for a fellow disciple to come. It seems that most of the other fellow disciples were killed.

"Brother Zhao, do you want to continue waiting?"

Sun Yan frowned, her eyes full of sadness.

The five of them alone are no match for the three sixth-order monsters. It is absolutely impossible to snatch the Xuantian fairy fruit in front of the three sixth-order monsters.

"We can only wait. If it doesn't work, forget it. The five of us are no match for the three sixth-order monsters."

Zhao Hong shook his head and said, he was not arrogant enough to use five people to snatch the Xuantian Fairy Fruit from the mouths of three sixth-order monsters.

Zhao Hong's face suddenly turned cold, and he smashed his right fist towards the void, and a sound of piercing the air sounded, and a blue fist shadow hundreds of feet in size flew out and smashed towards a certain corner.

There was a loud bang, the ground was torn apart, and dust was flying.

A big pale golden tree drilled out from the ground, and six rays of light flew from a distance at a particularly fast speed.

The golden giant tree is golden all over, with luxuriant branches and leaves, and the crown is extremely huge.

"Be careful, the enemy is coming."

Zhao Hong's complexion changed, and he hurriedly warned.

They sacrificed their treasures one after another, their faces full of vigilance.

The Six Paths of Escape Light stopped, and the leader was a nine-foot-tall young man in a golden shirt. His facial features were correct, his eyes were white and clean, and his eyes reflected a faint golden light. Judging by the fluctuation of his mana, he was obviously a great perfection monk.

"Yan Linlang, it's you."

Zhao Hong recognized the young man in the golden shirt with a serious expression on his face.

Yan Linlang was born in the Xuanqing School and has been famous for many years.

"Zhao Daoyou, what a coincidence! Are you waiting for us?"

Yan Linlang narrowed her eyes and asked.

"We are in the same sect, what advice does Fellow Daoist Yan have?"

Zhao Hong's tone was cold.

"I don't have any advice, you should stay here for at least a few days! It seems that you have discovered something extraordinary, and the five of you are not sure if you join forces. Let me guess, the elixir of ten thousand years? Or the treasure of heaven and earth?"

Yan Linlang said with a half-smile.

"Fellow Daoist Yan, let's go each side of the road facing the sky. Of course, if you think we are easy to bully, just give it a try."

Zhao Hong's voice carried a bit of chill.

"I don't mean anything, I just want to share a piece of the pie. Anyway, you can't eat it. Why don't we cooperate and get the treasure together."

Yan Linlang suggested, with a sincere tone.

"Not interested in."

Zhao Hong directly refused.

Yan Linlang turned her eyes and said, "Anyway, I don't have other things to do. I have plenty of time to spend with Fellow Daoist Zhao."

With a pinch of Yan Linlang's Fa Jue, his body surface glowed brightly. He opened his palm, and there was a pattern of a blood-colored leaf in his palm.

With a sound of "puchi", the pattern of blood-colored leaves suddenly ignited spontaneously.

After a while, the bloody leaves disappeared, and Yan Linlang's face paled a lot, obviously performing some kind of secret technique.

Blood leaf psychic art, this is a secret communication technique, created by Xuan Qingzi himself. 100 years ago, the Xuanqing sect selected the disciples who entered the Xuanling Cave, and taught them a secret technique.

This secret technique requires many people to practice, and a blood leaf is condensed with blood essence. Once this technique is activated, all members of the same sect within a radius of [-] million miles can sense each other, which is much more powerful than traditional communication treasures.

For example, A, B, C, and D are each [-] million miles apart, and A and D are [-] million miles apart. If A uses the blood leaf psychic technique, B can sense A's location and track the past. C can sense B's location, and D The position of C can be sensed, so it is not three hundred million miles.

If a particularly rare treasure of heaven, material and earth is discovered, disciples of the Xuanqing sect can use this secret technique to communicate with other sects. Performing this secret technique will consume a lot of blood, so, if it is not for the discovery of a particularly rare treasure of heaven, material and earth, they will Will not perform this secret technique to connect with the same door.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Hong and the other five had ugly faces.

If there is a big fight with the disciples of the Xuanqing sect, Zhao Hong is not sure of winning. If the disciples of the Xuanqing sect arrive, it will be troublesome.
Zhao Hong's face sank, he turned his hand and took out a conch shell with blue light, and put it to his mouth and blew it gently.

A low-pitched trumpet sounded, spreading for a million miles.

Sky conch, a special communication treasure, but it is very noisy, and it is likely to attract other cultivators who transform spirits. Zhao Hong can't control so much now.

The contact treasures issued by Zhenhai Palace can sense the existence of other members of the same sect within a radius of hundreds of millions of miles, but after so long, only five people have gathered. Zhao Hong estimates that the other members of the same sect are either in other places or have already died.

That being the case, it is better to muddy the water.

Different factions have their own means of communication and secret techniques.

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More than 2 million miles away, in a long and narrow valley, a tall and thin middle-aged man opened his palm, and there was a blood-colored leaf pattern on his palm.

There was a muffled sound of "噗嗤", and the bloody leaves spontaneously ignited.

"Someone from the same sect performed the blood leaf psychic technique. It should be that they found some rare treasure, so hurry up."

The middle-aged man said to himself, turning into a ray of light and piercing through the air.

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More than a billion miles away, there is a green dense forest, the ground is full of fallen leaves, and the air is filled with the smell of corruption.

In an open field, three disciples of the Xuanqing sect fell in a pool of blood, their bodies were bloody and bloody. Su Yuntao stood aside, pressing his right hand on the head of a short and fat old man in green shirt. The old man in blue shirt showed pain.

The five of Fang Fei stood aside with respectful expressions.

Suddenly, a blood-colored leaf appeared in the palm of the old man in blue. With a sound of "poof", the blood-colored leaf ignited spontaneously and disappeared without a trace.

"Blood leaf psychic art! It seems that the people of the Xuanqing sect have discovered some treasure."

Su Yuntao said in a deep voice, with an expression of interest on his face.

With a scream, the old man in green shirt fell down and lost his breath. As soon as a miniature Nascent Soul was separated from his body, a red light fell from the sky, piercing through the miniature Nascent Soul, and the miniature Nascent Soul evaporated from the world.

"Let's go, the disciples of the Xuanqing Sect are gathering, and they must have discovered a treasure."

Su Yuntao greeted, burned the corpses of the disciples of the Xuanqing Sect, and jumped onto the back of the strange beast with Fang Fei and the other five. The beast spread its wings and flew towards the sky.

After a cup of tea, a lump of earth bulged up from the ground, revealing a pair of dark green eyes, it was Xuan Yang.

"Chongbao? I don't know whose hands it will fall into! Let you fight for it first, and then I will reap the benefits."

Xuanyin sneered, his eyes filled with fiery color.

(End of this chapter)