Pick up the treasure bag and start cultivating immortals from the shrinking lamp

The mini fighter jet blended into the night and left Tianshui City quietly.

In the night sky, the moon and stars are sparse.

After flying thirty or forty miles, Xia Chen spotted a figure under the fighter jet.

I saw him flying at low altitude with his sword, looking very hasty.

"Is it the head of the Zhou family from Taiyuan City?"

Xia Chen was surprised.

It seems that the head of the Zhou family also knows that he has purchased a complete set of Qinghuang Divine Tree Formation with more than 100,000 low-grade spiritual stones, and has become a target of public criticism.

That's why he secretly left the city in the middle of the night in an attempt to return to Taiyuan City early.

"I'm afraid it will be difficult for the head of the Zhou family to return to Taiyuan City!"

In the combat plane, Xia Chen shook his head.

Because through the plane's thermal night vision device, he spotted several monks flying in from different directions.

The auras are extremely powerful, and they are all monks in the foundation building stage.

"It seems that tonight is not peaceful!"

Xia Chen wanted to watch a show, so he controlled the mini plane to fly high into the sky.

on the ground.

Three monks wearing black clothes and masks appeared in the air, stood side by side, and stopped the head of the Zhou family who was flying with his sword.

Zhou Xing had a serious look on his face, stopped his sword light, frowned and said, "Why did the three fellow Taoists stop me in the middle of the night?"

"Zhou Xing, stop talking nonsense and hand over the eighty-one Qinghuang sacred wooden flags, and I will spare your life!"

The monk in the middle said sadly.

"Could it be that you are the three demons of Ghost Mountain? But you still can't stop me!"

Zhou Xing exuded murderous aura, and a sharp sword appeared in his hand. The hilt of the sword was a skylark with wings spread high. The sword body was like autumn water flowing in the stream, smooth as a mirror, and could almost shine on people.

It was a high-grade spiritual sword.

He himself is also a strong man in the late stage of foundation building, otherwise he would not be able to become the patriarch of a thousand-year cultivation family.

But the three demons were not afraid at all, and the old demon in the middle laughed sinisterly: "Clan Chief Zhou, the three brothers and I are certainly no match, but tonight is a group of tigers devouring dragons. What you have to face is a group of hungry tigers!"

Zhou Xing was shocked when he heard this, and turned his head to look around.

Sure enough, in those dark corners, there are many shadows ready to move.

"No, let's go!"

Zhou Xing's expression changed drastically, and he flew high into the sky, trying to break away from the encirclement.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh...

Several figures flew out from the darkness, and launched their own spiritual weapons to hit Zhou Xing.

Seeing this, Zhou Xing did not dare to be careless at all, so he had to resist one after another.

But he also became entangled and could no longer escape.

Slowly, several more figures flew out from all around to block Zhou Xing.

Basically, they are all strong men in the foundation building stage. Their auras are terrifying and the spiritual weapons they use are top-notch.

They actually did what the old devil said, like a pack of tigers devouring a dragon, attacking Zhou Xing one after another.

boom……

A blue light as thick as a water tank shot straight into the sky, directly connected to the sky, penetrating the sky and the earth, like a pillar of heaven.

Several monks not far away from Zhou Xing were all blown away by this huge momentum, and blood flowed from the corners of their mouths.

Eighty-one green-colored flags were seen flying out one after another, connecting into one.

Waves of blue clouds rushed out, covering that area.

Zhou Xing can't even be seen from the outside.

Even in the endless blue clouds, there is a group of green energy swimming, gathering into the shape of a dragon, and a divine power like a prison is coming towards the face, making people feel suffocated.

high altitude.

Xia Chen looked at the huge Qinghuang Sacred Tree Formation and said with envy:

"The head of the family is dead this week. It's a pity that there are eighty-one green wilderness sacred wood flags. These are the best magical weapons!"

From the time Zhou Xing obtained the Qinghuang Shenmu Flag at the Wanbao Tower auction to now, it has been less than five hours.

How much time can he have to become familiar with the essence of the Green Wild Sacred Tree Formation?

How much time do you have to refine the Qinghuang Shenmu Flag?

Besides, this is a protective formation. Even though Zhou Xing is a strong man in the late stage of foundation building, how long can his magic power last?

Therefore, facing the tigers, Zhou Xing, the old dragon, will inevitably fall.

In the final analysis, he still lacks strength and cannot protect the eighty-one Green Desolate Sacred Wooden Flags.

If a real Jin Dan could be auctioned, who would dare to block the road and rob him?

"I'll... get you... some flags... and come back!"

At this time, Zhu Ma looked at Xia Chen with an envious expression, so he took the initiative to ask for help.

"Which of the monks below has not reached the foundation-building stage? Why are you running over to join in the fun?" Xia Chen shouted.

"I jump fast... my body is hard... and I have a reducer... it's okay..." Zhu Ma said, biting her pacifier.

Just when Xia Chen was still thinking.

Zhu Ma has jumped out of the mini fighter.

The body suddenly returned to normal size.

Then he used his telekinesis to activate the shrinker.

The body becomes smaller again.

Then it fell straight down.

Xia Chen didn't expect Zhu Ma to be so decisive and had no time to stop him.

Fortunately, Zhu Ma has also been exercising with the superpower training box this year, and he has mastered the ability to drive objects with his mind and teleport to a little bit.

As long as you're not too desperate, there shouldn't be any problems.

However, for Zhuma's safety, Xia Chen also lowered the height of the mini-fighter and hid far away.

If anything happens, we can respond quickly.

Below, the battle was already in full swing.

More than a dozen monks in the foundation-building stage sacrificed their own magic weapons to attack the Green Desolate Sacred Tree Formation.

A series of brilliant lights exploded, illuminating the entire area.

No one noticed that behind a stone not far away, a thumb-sized golden "branch" was quietly lurking.

I don't know how long it took.

The blue cloud could no longer hold on and suddenly burst apart.

More than eighty flags shot out in all directions.

This attracted many foundation-building masters to fight for them.

Zhou Xing's mouth was bleeding, and he didn't bother to wipe it off. He swallowed a handful of pills, exerted his magic power, and rolled up several flags around him.

Then he went west without looking back.

Most of the cultivators had no time to care, and they were only concerned with fighting for the flags in the sky.

Only the three demons of Ghost Mountain looked at each other and flew towards Zhou Xing.

Not far away, in a dark corner.

The shrunken bamboo horse saw a flag flying over and immediately returned to its original size.

Then he jumped and held it in his mouth.

After landing, he activated the shrinker again to shrink himself and the Qinghuang Divine Wood Flag.

Although the Qinghuang Divine Wood Flag is a top-grade magic weapon, it is a dead object after all, and the E-level shrinker can still work.

If it is a fierce beast like the evil tiger, it is a different story. It has great demonic power and evil spirit in its body, and it also has a strong soul.

The shrinker is naturally not enough.

After that, Zhuma used telekinesis to put the Qinghuang Divine Wood Flag in the storage bag hanging on his body.

"Hey, I remember a flag flew over?"

After a few breaths, a middle-aged man flew over, still talking to himself.