The Immortal Spiritual Picture

Although Jin Hongkun's Spiritual Sword was damaged, his cultivation in the Foundation Establishment Stage was still there. Qingtu was also in his Spirit Beast Bag, plus other things, as long as he didn't encounter ten or eight Foundation Establishment Stages together, He was still sure.

Generally, treasure-hunting monks are small groups, led by one or two foundation-building-stage monks and several Qi-training-stage monks. The number of people generally does not exceed twenty.

There are twelve people in their group, with the lowest level of Qi training at the seventh level, and Gu Changhuan, the sixth level of foundation building, leads the team. Many of them have seen Gu Changhuan display his power in the tide of monsters. , trust him very much. M.

So although they were worried, they had no fear.

It's just that the closer they get to the edge of the Qianlong Mountains, the more vigilant everyone becomes. They didn't chat much anymore, they just whispered occasionally, their hands were placed on the edge of the storage bag, and some of them even held the magic weapon in their hands.

Gu Changhuan was still very satisfied with this. It was better to be cautious than careless.

His consciousness scanned the surroundings again, and suddenly found something interesting behind a bush.

It was a pile of burned firewood, which was still burning red and emitting wisps of white smoke.

Gu Changhuan looked at the sun above his head, transmitted a few words, and then said:

"Everyone, let's take a rest! Meditate for a while to restore some spiritual power, and you can rush back to Linyaofang City before sunset."

Everyone nodded, and a few began to meditate.

Gu Changhuan walked around a few times seemingly casually and frowned. Finally, he jumped to a tree and looked around, as if on alert.

But he was secretly doubting in his heart: Did he think too much? Why didn't you notice the aura of other monks?

Could it be that that person, like him, had fragments of a magic weapon that could conceal his aura?

Thinking of this, Gu Changhuan looked inside the Immortal Picture, and saw a mark in the corner of the picture that was quickly moving away and finally disappeared, and he felt relieved.

The cultivation level of this messenger is not high, and the lair of those treasure-hunting monks should be nearby. Now that the messenger is gone, they have to make a decision quickly and accurately.

If we could capture all this group of treasure-hunting monks...

Gu Changhuan laughed faintly.

At this time, in a cave a few miles away from them, a monk in the foundation-building stage with thick eyebrows and big eyes was leading a dozen monks in the Qi-training stage who were drinking and eating meat, and they were very happy.

The thick-browed and big-eyed Foundation Establishment monk named Guan had already reached the eighth level of Foundation Establishment.

Suddenly, a monk in the middle stage of Qi training wearing a black cloak ran into the cave. He ran all the way to the monk named Guan and whispered a few words.

After hearing what he said, the monk surnamed Guan glared and asked

"really?"

The monk in the black cloak nodded repeatedly.

"The younger ones can really see that the clothes they are wearing do bear the clan emblem of the Gu family in the Jiuqi Mountains.

Moreover, the place where they rest and meditate is not far from the trap we set. Although the effect of the stagnant spirit pill is much worse in the later stage of Qi training, it will still be effective to some extent. When the time comes, Senior Guan, you will be able to catch it! "

"Hahahaha, you did a good job! When I kill these fat sheep this time, I will definitely reward you heavily!

Everyone, the fat sheep is here! Everyone takes out their magic weapons!

Black Monkey, go and invite Fellow Daoist Zhang and Fellow Daoist Cheng out! I am not a solitary eater! "

The black monkey was the man in the black cloak. He smiled apologetically and cursed:

Why not eat alone! You obviously got the most!

What a reward! Well said!

Why didn't Senior Zhang and Senior Cheng object if you took the bulk and gave us some useless leftovers, relying on your high cultivation level to get 50% of the harvest?

I am really unlucky to be with such a boss. I do a lot of dangerous things, but I get very little. If he rewards me with some useless things this time, I will sneak away to another place!

Anyway, with this cloak here, the monks in the foundation-building stage can't catch him at all...

Although Black Monkey thought so in his heart, he honestly followed the instructions of the monk surnamed Guan and went to find someone.

Although the monk surnamed Guan has the cultivation of the eighth level of foundation building, he does not have the ability to read people's hearts. Of course, he does not know what is hidden in the heart of this black monkey who is groveling and carefully trying to please him.

He was just thinking, wouldn't it be great if he took the spiritual objects of the Gu family monks and sold them to the Gu family's shop, and then went to the Gu family's auction with the used spiritual stones to buy some useful spiritual elixirs and magic weapons?

Thinking of this, he even got a little carried away.

At the same time, in a stone room in the cave, two foundation-building monks were plotting something together.

I saw a middle-aged man with triangular eyes saying:

“In recent days, there have been more and more base-building periods in the mountains.

Just yesterday, Black Monkey said that he saw two Haoran Sect's foundation-building stage entering the mountain. If he could find them..."

"You don't want to stay in Qingzhou if you attack the monks of Haoran Sect?"

Or are you tired of living?

Another one-eyed monk asked back.

Haoran Sect is the overlord of Qingzhou. If it were not for the desperate situation of life and death, no one would want to offend the people of Haoran Sect.

"Then what else can you do?" the middle-aged man asked gruffly.

The middle-aged man's surname is Zhang, who is on the second floor of the foundation building stage; the one-eyed monk's surname is Cheng, who is on the fourth floor of the foundation building stage; they are the other two foundation building stage monks of this treasure-winning monk group.

The one-eyed monk named Cheng was silent for a moment, not knowing what he was thinking.

Monk Zhang continued:

"How much benefit can you and I get from working under Guan?

If you don’t do a couple of deals to make some money, you won’t be able to reach the late stage of foundation building, let alone the Purple Mansion in this life! ”

At this time, the cultivator surnamed Cheng suddenly said:

“Tell me, no matter how rich the cultivators who enter the Qianlong Mountains to search for spiritual objects are, can they be rich enough to pass the test of surnames? "

They have robbed and killed many monks these days, and most of the income fell into the hands of the monk surnamed Guan. The combined income of the two of them is not as much as that of the monk surnamed Guan.

But when he first joined this treasure hunting group, the monk surnamed Guan said that everyone's gains would be taken out, and after statistics, they would be divided according to their cultivation and efforts;

He did so at the beginning, but after a few days, the monk surnamed Guan relied on his high cultivation and refused to hand over the storage bags he got from killing monks, and took his share of the income as usual.

Moreover, the cultivation of the monk surnamed Guan is much higher than theirs, and he has killed more heads and obtained more storage bags; as a result, the storage bag of the monk surnamed Guan is getting fatter and fatter, while what they can get is getting less and less.

They gathered together because of interests, and now there is a conflict in the division of interests, and it is only a matter of time before they turn their swords against each other.

The monk surnamed Zhang was stunned:

"You want to attack the monk surnamed Guan? "

A hint of ruthlessness flashed across the single eye of the monk surnamed Cheng. He nodded and looked at the monk surnamed Zhang.

This time it was the turn of the monk surnamed Zhang to hesitate. It was not because of any loyalty or friendship, but because the monk surnamed Guan was higher than them. If they really attacked him, it would be difficult to win.

The monk surnamed Zhang hesitated for a while, and just when he was about to ask the monk surnamed Cheng if he had any trump cards, the formation on the door was suddenly triggered.

"Is Senior Cheng here? I am Black Monkey. Senior Guan, please go out with Senior Zhang. There is business coming."

The voice of Black Monkey came from outside the formation.

"Another fat sheep is coming? Is it a casual cultivator or someone else?" asked the monk surnamed Cheng.