Chapter 465: The Battle for the Remaining Map

Chapter 465: The Battle for the Remaining Map

In a stretch of mountains thousands of miles away from the Wanhuomen ruins, yellow clouds and mist shrouded from the sky, and there was an occasional drizzle, bringing a slight chill.

Don't look at the calm here. If you rush into this yellow cloud rashly, you will probably never return.

Just because this drizzle is not an ordinary rain curtain, but is caused by the actual turbulence of the void, even the people behind Dao Xing will be in extreme danger.

However, whenever there is a strange and dangerous place, something wonderful will happen.

Just as the yellow clouds filled the air, two black lights suddenly appeared in the sky. They were so fast that they were almost indistinguishable to the naked eye. In the blink of an eye, they rushed out of the edge of the yellow mist and landed outside the mountains.

The black light dissipated, and two men in black appeared. One of them had a strange mark on his forehead, and his face was as cold as a knife or an axe.

The other person is slightly younger, with a slender body, slender eyebrows and thin eyes, and mostly feminine appearance.

After a pause in the forest, the feminine man looked around with a look of vigilance on his face. He whispered to the cold man beside him: "Guardian, I don't know if that old monster Feng Qingzi is aware of what we secretly took." If he discovers this thing, I’m afraid it will affect our plan.”

"Don't worry, we didn't reveal any flaws when we were at the Tianjian Sect ruins before. No matter how smart the old monster is, he won't guess what we took."

The cold man named "Wei Hufa" snorted coldly, with a look of pride on his face.

The feminine man felt relaxed after hearing this, but he still didn't dare to feel relieved.

After releasing his spiritual consciousness and continuing to perceive for a while, he then said to the "Guardian": "In any case, it is lucky to get the residual map of Tianchi this time, but that old ghost Feng Qingzi has always been suspicious, so we should be careful."

"That old ghost is really difficult to deal with. If we didn't have the Void Ice Flame in our hands to help him open the restrictions on the Tianjian Sect ruins, I'm afraid he wouldn't be willing to cooperate with us."

The monk surnamed Wei hesitated for a moment, then shook his sleeves and robes, and several streams of light appeared from them, and an ancient parchment drawing appeared on his palm.

This icon has many lines, but is incomplete around it. At the corner of the edge, a strange pool-shaped mark is clearly visible.

The monk surnamed Wei glanced at it, and joy suddenly appeared on his face.

"As expected, there is a mark on Tianchi on this residual map. As long as we bring this map back, we will have made a great contribution."

Staring at the mark of Tianchi on the residual map, the monk surnamed Wei gave a long laugh, showing his pleasure.

"Is this where Tianchi is? It is said that this Tianchi is a place used by ancient sects to cultivate elixirs. There are countless precious medicinal materials. If you get one of them, you can have endless uses. I wonder if the rumors are true?"

The feminine man's eyes flickered slightly, and it seemed that the words had not been finished yet, and there were still words that were not clear.

The monk surnamed Wei raised his eyebrows, looked back at the feminine man, and said: "We are just following orders. As for whether the rumors about Tianchi are true, it is not our turn to guess. Brother Yu knows what Junior Brother Zhang Yuan is thinking. Very good, but I advise you to give up that idea as soon as possible. Don’t forget what exists in your body and mine. Moreover, since Tianchi is the place where ancient sects cultivate elixirs, there must be many restrictions. You and I want to hunt for treasures alone. It’s absolutely impossible, it’s better to follow the plan and join the team.”

Zhang Yuan was startled and laughed repeatedly: "What did the protector say? How dare Zhang have the intention to hunt for treasure alone? Since the sect has entrusted us with important tasks, we must obey orders. Besides, if there is no such person The master granted me the Ice Flame of Nothingness, and we are determined not to open the Tianjian Sect ruins to obtain this picture.”

"Junior brother, just understand. It is not suitable to stay here for a long time. Now that we have obtained the residual map, our mission has been completed. All we need to do next is to meet up with the sect and go to Tianchi together. This time we have made the first contribution, and the leader and master You won't treat us badly." The monk surnamed Wei said lightly.

After that, he took one last look around, put away the remaining pictures and left.

A dark light flashed in Zhang Yuan's eyes, and without saying anything more, he took up the escaping light and followed the opponent.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in the forest: "You two helped me to unblock the Tianjian Sect ruins. I haven't thanked you yet, so why are you leaving in such a hurry?"

The two people looked stern, and when they raised their heads, they saw an old man in white appearing from nowhere, standing in mid-air and watching them calmly.

"Old Ghost Feng!" The expression of the monk surnamed Wei changed.

Zhang Yuan's heart suddenly became tense.

"You two fellow Taoists are in such a hurry, why don't you let Feng give you a ride?" Feng Qingzi slowly fell down, with a joking look on his face.

The monk surnamed Wei narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced for a moment and said without changing his expression: "You're welcome, fellow Taoist Feng. The two of us have important matters to attend to, so we won't stay here any longer and take our leave."

After saying this, he winked secretly at Zhang Yuan and hurriedly started to fly away.

Feng Qingzi smiled slightly, waved his hand to stop the two of them, and said, "Wait a minute."

"What else is there, fellow Taoist?" A cold light flashed through the eyes of the monk surnamed Wei, and he was secretly vigilant in his heart, and his magic power was faintly activated.

Feng Qingzi's eyes squinted, his smile gradually faded, he stared at the Qiankun bag on the waist of the monk surnamed Wei, and said unhurriedly: "I am a little interested in the residual picture held by fellow Taoist Wei just now, but fellow Taoist is hiding it, so that I don’t have a chance to see it, why don’t you take it out and let me see it?”

When the two of them heard this, their faces suddenly became cold.

The monk surnamed Wei pretended to be calm, patted his Qiankun bag in a pretense of ignorance, and said, "Did Fellow Daoist Feng see it wrong? How could Wei have any residual pictures? What he was holding just now was just an ordinary ancient treasure. That’s all, besides, fellow Taoist was always with us when we were at the Tianjian Sect ruins, and fellow Taoist could clearly see what we had obtained. Wei really doesn’t know what the broken picture is.”

"Hehe, it doesn't matter. If Fellow Daoist Wei refuses to take it out, it doesn't matter if Feng takes it himself."

Feng Qingzi chuckled twice, and his eyes suddenly became cold and sharp.

Before he finished speaking, his arm trembled, and the treasure light in front of him suddenly flew out, and several small golden swords flew out, spinning around in front of him like snakes.

After the golden rainbow flashed, it formed a vast sword array and enveloped the two monks surnamed Wei.

"Old Ghost Feng, you are too arrogant!"

The monk surnamed Wei roared low and rose into the air like an angry dragon.

I saw him clasping the spell with both hands and reciting a low spell in his mouth. Suddenly an astonishing black energy spread out of his body, and then there was a crackle and explosion in his body. The aura that was originally in the middle stage of the magic power suddenly increased and became comparable to that in the later stage.

"Huh? It turns out to be a secret technique to improve one's cultivation? It seems that Wutianmen has done a lot secretly in recent years, even practicing such crooked ways. However, such crooked secret skills cannot last long, and after practicing, I’m afraid it will cost a lot.”

Feng Qingzi's face showed surprise.

The monk surnamed Wei was obviously using a weird secret technique that could temporarily improve his cultivation level, most of which were magic powers.

"Hehe, the leader has already predicted what will happen today, so he asked us to practice this secret technique before entering the world. Otherwise, do you think that with your reputation as Feng Qingzi, why would our sect send just the two of us here? This technique Although it won’t last long, it’s enough to deal with an old ghost like you.”

The monk surnamed Wei laughed ferociously, and after activating the mysterious technique, he raised his body several knots, shaped like a nine-foot giant, his aura was as vast as the sea, and his eyes shot out frightening killing intent.

Feng Qingzi raised his eyebrows slightly, not showing any panic, and kept slashing at the monk surnamed Wei with his sword.

The ferocious look on the face of the monk surnamed Wei remained unabated. With the addition of secret skills, his cultivation level was now on par with those of late-stage monks with magical power. Naturally, he was not afraid of the old ghost Feng Qingzi.

Seeing the sword array coming, he opened his mouth angrily, like a troll scolding the world, and a spear in his hand soared like a dragon. In an instant, large sparks were created in the sword array, and the sound of gold and iron could not be stopped. .

His sharp spear was not something to be taken lightly. After several rounds of circling and counterattacking, it actually caused Feng Qingzi's sword formation to retreat and was completely defeated.

The next moment, the gun made another quick turn and was thrust diagonally across the sky. After a few sharp "swish" sounds that tore through the air, Feng Qingzi's flying swords all shot back in unison.

However, Feng Qingzi is not an ordinary person. His swordsmanship skills cannot be said to be superb, but there are not many people who can surpass him in his magic period. Seeing the monk surnamed Wei pick up a spear, he immediately grasped a magic formula and several golden flying swords. There was a soft roar from above, and a brilliant light burst out.

After several "rustling" sounds, Feng Qingzi pointed out his sword skills, and seven golden thunderballs appeared on the sword array. They jumped out of snake-like lightning and went straight to the monk surnamed Wei. In the blink of an eye, they wrapped around the spear and exploded wildly.

Not far behind, Zhang Yuan looked at this scene with his eyes flickering.

I don't know whether it was because he couldn't intervene or for other reasons, but he stood there and did not help the monk surnamed Wei.

At this moment, the monk surnamed Wei looked at the electric arc wrapped around his spear magic weapon. His face suddenly changed, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying, and he lost his voice and said: "Lei Yanmu! How is this possible? Your flying sword actually It’s made of thunder flame wood!”

The surprise of the monk surnamed Wei was no small matter.

The power of thunder contained in the thunder flame wood is the nemesis of demonic skills. The old ghost Feng Qingzi’s flying sword was actually made of this thing. Under the impact of the thunder, his aura suddenly retreated, and the secret skills on his body were also faintly destroyed. Suppressed a bit.

"It's too late to know now."

Feng Qingzi's face showed sarcasm, and he took out a magic formula at random. Several golden swords were even more brilliant, and he drove the golden thunder ball to hit the monk surnamed Wei fiercely.

Just hearing a loud "rumbling" sound, the monk surnamed Wei had just lit up a shield. The demonic energy on his body was like a strong wind sweeping down fallen leaves. He was instantly shaken to pieces. Several sword holes were pierced through his chest. No magic formula could resist it. .

After a few breaths, he quickly retracted, fell to the ground with a crash, and fell unconscious. There was only a large black mist condensed by demonic energy around him, and the unwillingness remaining in his wide-open eyes.

On the other side, Zhang Yuan's face suddenly turned pale.

He knew best how strong the monk surnamed Wei was after he performed the secret of improvement. Unexpectedly, he still became the soul of Feng Qingzi's sword. This scene had a huge impact on him.

He glanced at the body of the monk surnamed Wei slightly, a strange color flashed across his eyes, and then he moved and quietly made a magic spell.

Feng Qingzi waved his hand to disperse the magic mist, and withdrew his flying sword expressionlessly. His eyes fell on the waist of the monk surnamed Wei, and he grabbed the opponent's Qiankun bag with a casual grab.

But at this moment, the situation changed, and a strong wind swept through, taking the lead to sweep away the Qiankun Bag of the monk surnamed Wei.

Then there was a "boom" sound, and Zhang Yuan, who was standing still, suddenly turned into a ball of black mist and jumped into the distance.