Cultivating immortals is a hard job

He found a map from Han Qiu's storage bag.

He is not going to stay in this place anymore. Even if there is a huge opportunity, it has little to do with him.

After walking around several times, we finally found the right location.

Although he still didn't know how to leave here, the small island in the middle of the lake when he came in was undoubtedly the most likely exit.

The only thing I have to worry about now is whether the late-stage master is waiting for him there?

After all, after suffering such a big loss, no one can swallow this sigh of relief.

But having said that, if it comes to suffering a loss, he obviously needs to complain the most.

The self-destructed magic weapons alone are worth as much as some monks in the alchemy stage.

But having said that, if the golden-masked man really ambushed in that place, what could he do?

It's impossible to stay in this place forever and not go out, right?

Thinking of this, he suddenly slapped his forehead, how could he forget that thing.

He stopped hastily and took out a scroll.

After unfolding it, the elegant and fairy-like portrait inside blinked at him strangely, and the corner of his mouth raised a smile.

"Boy, how long have you not seen me, and you already miss me?"

Mo Xunke didn't have time to joke with him, so he immediately asked: "Do you know how to get out of here?"

"Get out? What, is your leg broken?"

Mo Xun frowned in confusion: "What do you mean?"

The male sheep said calmly: "Since the leg is not broken, of course I walked out!"

To be honest, Mo Xun didn't like this kind of joke that seemed naughty and had no meaning at all. His face immediately darkened, and a ball of flame suddenly ignited in his palm.

"I'm in a bad mood right now, you'd better not mess with me!"

Gongyang hurriedly yelled: "Young man, how come you are so angry? If you want to go out, I can show you some ways, but let me make it clear first, I was sealed before Cang Kuo gave birth to a baby. As for what happens next It’s unclear whether the pattern of this place has changed over the past few hundred years!”

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Putting away the scroll, Mo Xun fell into brief contemplation.

He first meditated on the spot for a long time. On the one hand, he was recovering his physical strength, and on the other hand, he was thinking about which path to choose.

Gong Yang is right. After tens of thousands of years here, even if the original formation restriction still exists, it must have become something like this. Now, we can only try our luck.

As for the small island in the middle of the lake, it was of course the last choice.

Later, he found dozens of talismans in Han Qiu's storage bag.

And in terms of grade, they are all above his.

After digging out a book of secret talismans, he briefly read the methods of casting spells in it, and picked out all the offensive and defensive ones.

In this crisis-ridden place, the more means you have, the more chances you have to save your life.

Later, he refined many magic weapons, and with the actual combat effect of self-destruction before, he was very satisfied with this rough fighting method.

Of course, he is not infatuated with this kind of behavior that burns money and ruins the family, it is just a stopgap measure that has no other options.

But no matter how powerful the method is, if it is used too much, it will always fail.

I'm afraid it won't be so easy to catch him by surprise next time he meets that golden-masked man.

Han Qiu also had several formations in his storage bag, but these were of little use in a hasty battle.

In addition, he was already ignorant of this. Perhaps he didn't even understand where the formation flag was. The opponent's butcher knife was already on his neck.

As for magic weapons and spiritual stones, he has so many of them now that he naturally doesn't like them.

But it was the elixirs and spiritual herbs in it that made Mo Xun really happy for a while.

He was actually very interested in Luo Xi's magic talisman, which was equivalent to a strike in the late stage of foundation building, but it was a bit unreasonable to rashly go through someone else's storage bag without permission.

And not long ago, someone even saved his life!

After getting back on the road, it was already evening.

He was secretly glad that during his escape, at least he didn't encounter those vicious Shang Fu.

Otherwise, it would be really bad luck!

From the previous three-person team, unexpectedly, within half a day, he was the only one left.

If he encountered a group of Shang Fu again, he really didn't know whether he could survive it.

But there are some things that I really can’t think about.

Just after he used the wind control technique to take away a stick of incense, several sharp and harsh screams suddenly came from the dark top of his head.

This kind of cry was very familiar to Mo Xun.

If it wasn't that damn Shangfu Bird, what was it?

People say that crows have mouths, but he just thought about it and didn't even say a word. Why did he summon these plague gods?

But it's a bit late to say anything now.

He immediately thought, should he hide in the green gourd?

The key is that the place he is in is really empty and there is not even a mountain to hide.

But on second thought, he rejected the idea.

Although the green gourd looks like a small target, the faint light emitting in the dark night is the most obvious beacon.

Mo Xun held several talismans in his hands and took out a small golden bowl.

This golden bowl is an intermediate fire magic weapon.

Before, when he blew himself up against the enemy, he was too hasty and did not carefully identify the types of magic weapons, resulting in the fact that among the magic weapons with fire attributes, he only had this one mid-level one.

Fortunately, now, he no longer has to worry about the use of Xuantian True Fire!

Just when he was on full alert, he was surprised to find that the Shangfu birds just circled over his head and flew past in a hurry, without any intention of stopping.

Could it be that these beasts can't see at night?

No, he clearly remembered that when the three of them were traveling together a few days ago, they also encountered Shangfu's attack at night.

As the Shangfu birds flew farther and farther until they disappeared completely, Mo Xun was relieved.

Maybe it was really luck that they were not discovered!

But this fluke did not last long, and he found out that he was wrong.

Because after a cup of tea, another group of Shangfu birds flew back from the direction they just disappeared.

And this time, the number was obviously much larger than before!

This group of ugly bastards actually knew how to call their companions over!

Although he didn't know whether there were any of the ones just now in this group of shangfu, his intuition told him that it should be the case!

While he was thinking, the leading shangfu screamed, opened its sharp claws, and swooped down!

The black hair cleverly blended into the darkness. Without the help of spiritual consciousness, Mo Xun could only see a rough outline from a distance.

But for him, who was experienced, this was obviously enough!