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Mo Chen silently took a step back.

"Spirit beast bags and storage bags are things that should not be shown to others. Master uncle made such a request, so I forgive the younger generation for everything."

"What? This junior wants to disobey Master?" Seeing Mo Chen avoiding him, Ning Qian's face became even more ugly.

"The only master of the younger generation is Ning Yuan, so why go against what the master said?"

"Hmph, now that your master Ning Yuan sees me, he will also call you uncle. How dare you be so presumptuous in front of me? Bring the spirit beast bag!" Before Ning Qian finished speaking, he slapped Mo Chen with his palm. Luck has seven or eight chances of success, obviously he doesn't care about Mo Chen's life or death.However, what he didn't expect was that when he used his Golden Core cultivation to deal with a qi refining junior, the palm missed and was dodged lightly by the opponent.

Ning Qian squinted at Mo Chen, waved his sleeves, and unexpectedly released a flying sword. Without giving Mo Chen a chance to breathe, he slashed at him again.The fierce sword energy was so dazzling that a qi refining disciple could not avoid that thunderous force.

The temperature of the surrounding air dropped suddenly and became bitingly cold. Mo Chen's whole body was blurred. Although Ning Qian's sword light struck him unbiasedly, it seemed to be cutting into nothingness. Mo Chen's figure also followed this With a single blow of the sword, it turned into countless fine ice crystals, which collapsed and reappeared a few feet away.

This time Ning Qian was finally convinced that he was right. He recognized the dodging method of Yufenghuabing. It was clearly a spell that could only be mastered after practicing the Xuanbing Zhenjue to the tenth level. The phantom ice technique he used was extremely pure and skillful, and it was no longer at the level that a monk in the Qi refining period could achieve.Ning Qian thought of the person who witnessed him attacking Ning Yuan that night, who originally had a grudge against Mo Chen, and now he was even more suspicious, and immediately shouted: "Who are you?!"

Mo Chen also didn't expect that Ning Qian would be so insane that he would kill him in broad daylight, regardless of whether he would be discovered by the disciples around him.But soon he figured out the reason for this - although he has good aptitude, he was born in a mortal family after all, and the only backer Ning Yuan is an elder who has lost power. Even if Ning Qian kills him here today, he just finds an excuse to prevaricate , presumably the door will not treat him like that.

Seeing that Mo Chen was silent, Ning Qian asked further, "Are you the one who was at Yuncui Peak that night?"

"Why can't the younger generation understand the words of the master uncle?"

"Hmph, don't pretend to be confused. Your current cultivation level shouldn't be your real cultivation level, right? Tell me, who the hell are you? What's the purpose of sneaking into my Qingluan Mountain?" , like a bow full of arrows, ready to leave the string at any time.

Mo Chen frowned slightly, he didn't want to tear himself apart with Ning Qian, because once he admitted that the person he chased and killed that night was himself, the only way to avoid revealing his identity was to kill this person completely, but there are too many people here. Once the news leaks out, it will be difficult for him to gain a foothold in Qingluan Mountain.But now is not the time to leave Qingluan Mountain, he still has a lot to do here.

Thinking of this, Mo Chen couldn't help looking at the sky. The peaks of the seven main peaks of Qingluan Mountain are looming in the clouds, and there is a demon-suppressing tower on each of them. monster.

"Since you refuse to tell the truth, just accept death obediently!" Ning Qian snorted coldly. The aura in Ning Qian's body has a trend of inheritance, which is obviously his natal magic weapon.

Magical tools are divided into low-level, middle-level, high-level, and top-level, and above that is the magic weapon. If you want to control the magic weapon, you must have a cultivation level above Jindan.I don't know what supernatural powers this purple jade cauldron has, but what is certain is that even if Mo Chen has the transformation stage demon essence in his body, if he doesn't resist at all, he probably won't be able to withstand this blow.But as long as Mo Chen unleashes all his cultivation to fight back vigorously, it will be difficult to pretend anymore.

How to choose?Do you want to resist?Do you want to give up Qingluan Mountain, which he is bound to gain?

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Mo Chen's mind like lightning and flint, and Ning Qian's purple jade cauldron also rose into the air and was about to smash down on Mo Chen. And the next killing intent.

Footsteps suddenly came from around, one person, two people, three people... more and more, for some reason, it seemed a little messy.

There was a loud bang, the vegetation trembled, purple light and white light flashed alternately, illuminating half of the sky, Mo Chen only felt that he was flying far away, and a fishy sweetness gushed out of his mouth.

"Master! Master! Help! Master!"

A familiar voice approached from a distance, awakening Ning Qian who hadn't recovered yet.He couldn't believe it, looking at Mo Chen who had already fallen on the ground, he murmured in a daze, "The Ice Soul Bead... Ning Yuan actually gave you the Ice Soul Bead!!"

Mo Chen stumbled to get up from the ground, felt something cold on his wrist, but suddenly felt a kind of fear in his heart.

Ning Yuan said that this string of beads can withstand the full blow of the Nascent Soul cultivator, so it should not be a problem to resist the magic weapon of the Golden Core cultivator.When his life was hanging by a thread, Mo Chen chose to take Ning Qian's tripod forcibly with the power of a bracelet, so as to ensure that his identity would not be exposed, and he could pass the test.However, there was a question that Mo Chen ignored at the time - what if what Ning Yuan said was not true?What if he lied to him?

Since when did he, Mo Chen, be able to drag his own life into the hands of others?

"Master! Save! Save..." Ning Ziqing, whose face was pale, had already run to the front. He had completely lost the demeanor of a master in the past. His robe was torn in many places and soaked in blood. Even more embarrassing than him.

"What happened? Who hurt you like this?" Seeing his lover like this, Ning Qian couldn't care less about Mo Chen. He waved out his sleeve and brought Ning Ziqing who was still fleeing in a hurry.

"Level [-], level [-]... there is a monster spider of level [-] behind!"

Ning Qian's face immediately changed when he heard it. At this time, he also felt a huge spiritual pressure, the ground trembled, and countless towering trees in the dense forest collapsed and approached them quickly.

"I'm here to resist, you go out and notify the door to invite a few elders of Jindan to come!" Ning Qian looked at the falling trees with a trace of panic in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by excitement and greed.

The eighth level of the monster means that the demon core has been formed, and there is nothing on it that is not a treasure. If he can capture this beast, he will be the first master. Even if he cannot get the demon core, he will naturally choose the other parts of the demon spider first. .

"Yes, Master!" As if Ning Ziqing was granted amnesty, Yu Feijian wanted to run away.

At this time, there was a sneer in the air, "Kill my heir, exterminate my descendants, and still want to run?"

Then there was a flash of white light, and a waist-thin white rope suddenly flew out of the woods and hit Ning Ziqing.There seemed to be some viscous substance on the top of the rope, which suddenly stuck Ning Ziqing and dragged him off the flying sword.

The rope was pulled back, and Ning Ziqing's flying sword suddenly lost its color, and fell from the sky like scrap iron, and his whole body was also stuck by the rope and couldn't move. A weak flying insect, entangled in a huge spider web, unable to break free.

At this time, everyone could see clearly that the white rope was twisted from thousands of strands of flexible spider silk. It was extremely tough, and there was also the unique mucus of spider silk on it, so it was unknown whether it was poisonous or not.

Seeing that Ning Ziqing was about to be dragged into the woods by the spider thread, how could Ning Qian sit idly by and immediately manipulated the purple jade tripod to hit the center of the dense forest. To the thread that stuck to him.

This was obviously a sleight of hand. The spider's attention was attracted by the purple jade cauldron, and it was distracted from Ning Ziqing for a moment. Ning Qian seized the gap and succeeded in one blow, cutting off the spider's thread.Ning Ziqing fell from mid-air, but Ning Qian could no longer find a trace of spirituality to pick him up.

Fortunately, Ning Ziqing was still awake, and before he landed, he hurriedly used a little spiritual power to protect his body, so he didn't fall to his death.He narrowly escaped death, with half a white thread of spider silk attached to his back. As soon as he landed, someone was going to help him, but at this moment Ning Qian yelled: "Don't get close to him, the spider silk on his body is poisonous!"

The companion who was going to help Ning Ziqing immediately backed away after hearing the words, as if avoiding a snake, Ning Ziqing could only get up by himself, the wounds on his body that had scabbed all open after the fall, and the robe was soaked in blood blood red.He raised his head, but he couldn't see a single person in his surroundings, his eyes gradually became dark and malicious, but he said loudly: "Brothers and brothers, don't come here, lest you hurt yourself!"

"Young Master Ning, that monster could recognize you among the crowd hundreds of miles away, but you didn't do anything at the beginning, presumably it was attracted by the corpse of a young spider on your body, throw that thing away quickly. It's gone!" The long-faced young man who had been following Ning Ziqing reminded him from a distance.

Ning Ziqing's expression moved slightly, and he quickly untied a storage bag from his waist, and was about to throw away the ghost thing that nearly killed him, but when he glanced at a certain place from the corner of his eye, he suddenly stopped, and saw something not far away. A boy lying down.

Ning Ziqing narrowed his eyes slightly, but he didn't know what idea came to his mind. He slowly withdrew his hand that was about to throw away the storage bag, and staggered to the boy's side and squatted down. Seeing that the boy was still unconscious, he lifted the boy's skirt and put The storage bag was stuffed into his arms, and the corners of his lips curled into a cruel arc before he turned and ran away.

In the middle of the woods, Ning Qian had already confronted the eighth-level demon spider. This monster spider was huge, as high as two floors of the palace, but its whole body was as white as jade, and it was not mortal at first glance.The eight spider legs of the demon spider all have tooth blades, like a sickle handle, shining with a frightening cold light.

Ning Qian stared straight at the purple jade cauldron, gathered all his spiritual power, and shouted: "Take it!"

The top cover of the purple jade tripod was blown away by a force, the tripod body fell, and a piece of golden light shot out from the mouth, directly covering the monster spider.The demon spider roared angrily, and shot seven or eight white threads of spider silk at the same time, hitting the purple jade tripod, and opened its mouth to spit out a mouthful of white mist, which turned into a huge spider web, covering Ning Qian.

Ning Qian's complexion changed, and he immediately ejected to avoid the spider web, but at the same time, the process of arousing the Ziyu cauldron was forcibly interrupted, and the aura of the Ziyu cauldron flickered slightly, and it was actually entangled by layers of spider silk and white ropes , and finally turned into a cocoon.

The Purple Jade Cauldron is the magic weapon of Ning Qian's life. If it is destroyed, even if Ning Qian does not die, he will be severely injured. Seeing that the connection with the magic weapon is gradually diminishing as the spider silk is entangled, Ning Qian is very anxious and stores it in his waist. With a slap of the bag, another vine was released, entangled with the spider silk white.

Although the cultivation level of the eighth-level monster is equivalent to that of the middle-stage Golden Core cultivator, theoretically it is at the same level as Ning Qian. She is driven by slaughter, and once she produces a demon core and knows the numerology of heaven and earth, she will no longer be able to compare with people of the same level.

This eighth-level monster spider has lived for an unknown number of years, and its strength is equal to seven or eight Golden Core cultivators. Ning Qian is naturally unable to fight against it. Soon, the entangled vines and white cables in the air will be distinguished. And Ning Qian's forehead was also dripping with sweat.

"Junior Brother Ning hold on a little longer, I'll come to help you!" A voice came from the air, and a few flashes of light flashed, it was several Jindan elders from Qingluan Mountain who came with their weapons.

Ning Qian's heart relaxed, and he finally braced up his spiritual power again, making the vines that were gradually weakening in mid-air brighten a bit.

The eyes of the white demon spider faintly swept over the figures in the air, showing a coldness.

"Hmph, a greedy cultivator killed my people just for his own selfish desire. Now is the right time to come, don't leave any of you, you will all die!"