At the beginning, I cleaned the Sutra Library and completed the incomplete skills.

The nun cultivator immediately refused upon hearing this.

"Are you crazy?"

"We finally joined forces to kill that steward with great difficulty."

"That was a Foundation Establishment stage expert!"

"How many good things would be in his storage bag?"

"His head can also be exchanged for a lot of cultivation resources."

"Just because of a possible guess, are you willing to bury so many cultivation resources?"

Not eating the fat meat that's already at your mouth, and even wanting to destroy it.

This was something that the nun cultivator could not accept no matter what.

"What do you know?"

"Cultivation resources can be found again if they are destroyed, but if you lose your life, you lose everything."

"Caution is the mother of safety!"

"If we cultivators want to live longer than others and ascend the ladder of immortality, we must be extremely careful."

"We can't afford to take even the slightest risk."

"If I don't completely destroy this place, my heart will not be at ease!"

The monk cultivator had rich experience from before his reincarnation and knew the dangers of the cultivation world.

He had seen too many conspiracies and tricks.

His intuition told him that this place must be hiding something fishy.

"You and I are only in the middle stage of Qi Refining. Who knows how long we'll have to wait to get another opportunity to kill a Foundation Establishment cultivator."

"You are afraid of risks, but I am not!"

"You don't dare to go, right? Fine, then you shouldn't even think about touching this Foundation Establishment cultivator's storage bag."

The nun cultivator simply couldn't bear to watch the legacy of a high-level cultivator be destroyed in front of her.

She immediately rushed into Shisun Hill regardless of everything.

"Hey, you!"

The monk cultivator felt exasperated.

His eyes kept flashing with strange light.

He seemed to be struggling with something.

If this nun cultivator wasn't a descendant of a certain elder of the Sanbao Temple.

He would have eliminated this clumsy fellow long ago and enjoyed the fruits of victory alone.

Just as the monk cultivator was pondering how confident he was in deceiving that Foundation Establishment elder with his methods.

An unforeseen event occurred.

Next to Zhang Jingyuan's fallen headless corpse.

A black shadow suddenly darted out.

It took all the rare items from the other party's body at the fastest speed and was about to leave.

"You little thief, how dare you!"

The nun cultivator's eyes were about to split.

She raised her hand and fiercely swung the halberd-shaped magic weapon over.

The black shadow's speed was not slow, but compared to the flying speed of the magic weapon, there was obviously still a considerable gap.

"Bang!"

The black shadow was instantly caught up.

With this blow, it exploded completely, and wood chips flew everywhere.

But before being smashed to pieces.

It threw the storage bag it was holding in its arms with all its might.

The nun cultivator watched helplessly.

The storage bag embroidered with gold trim drew a parabola and flew into the distance.

Just as it was about to land.

It was steadily caught by a hand伸 out from the shadows of a strange rock.

Immediately.

That hand quickly retracted.

"You rat bastard! You even dare to snatch my things!"

"Leave your life behind!"

The nun cultivator was almost going crazy.

She frantically mobilized the magic power in her dantian, urging all the magic weapons she could control to smash in that direction.

All the strange rocks blocking the way were destroyed by her one by one.

Stirring up a cloud of smoke.

There really are other cultivators here!

The monk cultivator's expression immediately became serious.

He couldn't bother to think about the matter of backstabbing.

With a wave of his hand, a flying sword came to his feet.

He rose up on his sword.

He was immediately preparing to fly from the air to intercept the other party.

Flying in mid-air.

The line of sight became more open.

From the monk cultivator's perspective, he could see.

A slender and agile figure was running through the strange rocks.

The other party was wearing a plain light blue robe, a bamboo hat, and a black veil covering his face.

Apart from this, no other features could be seen.

The monk cultivator watched for a long time, but he couldn't figure out which sect the other party belonged to.

From this, it could be seen.

This person must also be a deep and meticulous person.

Although the other party's speed was fast, each time he moved, there was almost no sound or movement from under his feet.

If he wasn't staring at him from above, giving hints from time to time.

Several times, the nun cultivator was almost thrown off by the other party.

"Fellow Daoist, you are not wearing a golden patterned mysterious robe, so you should not be a cultivator from the Human Emperor Hall, right?"

"Since you and I have no grievances or enmities, why not sit down and have a good talk?"

He was saying polite words.

But the monk cultivator's attack was exceptionally ruthless.

With a pinch of the magic formula, he urged the flying knife magic weapon to stab fiercely at the other party.

Just as it was about to hit.

Li Lan didn't even turn his head.

It was as if he had eyes on his back.

He slightly sidestepped, dodging it.

But the speed didn't slow down at all.

The monk cultivator felt secretly surprised in his heart.

This child's perception is so sharp!

Due to the qi-obscuring black veil, he had not been able to pry into the other party's details.

He thought that Li Lan's cultivation realm was comparable to his, or even far higher than his own.

Just as the monk cultivator was about to say something more.

Li Lan shook his hand, and a yellow-brown talisman paper appeared in his hand.

Without turning his head, he threw it into the air.

The monk cultivator took a closer look.

Drawn on the talisman paper was a lifelike five-clawed ink dragon.

He obviously recognized this thing and couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

However, before he could figure out why this long-lost thing would appear in the other party's hand.

The dragon suddenly came to life.

The winding body suddenly broke free from the shackles of the spirit paper, constantly twisting and stretching, rising into the air.

It automatically locked onto the target and pounced towards him.

Before it even got close.

A loud dragon roar had already been emitted.

This roar seemed to come from ancient times, and even the thick dark clouds in the sky were shaken away a lot.

The monk cultivator only felt a pressure from the top sky predator descend on him.

Pressing him so hard that he could barely breathe.

It was as if the sky was the dragon's home field.

Even if it was just an ink dragon now, it would not allow any creatures to challenge its authority.

The monk cultivator was also aroused by the fire in his heart.

The magic power of the middle stage of Qi Refining gushed out, pressing fiercely towards the ink dragon.

"Roar!"

Accompanied by a shrill and unwilling dragon roar.

The majestic five-clawed dragon instantly turned into ink splashes and scattered down.

"Tsk, it turns out it's just a fancy display that's useless."

The monk cultivator was startled into a cold sweat. Seeing this situation, he breathed a sigh of relief.

But although the ink dragon came quickly, it went away even faster.

He was inevitably affected.

The dragon roar directly shattered the divine sense and magic power attached to the flying sword.

The monk cultivator fell straight from mid-air.

He wanted to re-condense his divine sense and continue to fly on his sword.

But although the ink dragon had disappeared.

The remaining dragon power had not dissipated for a long time.

Helplessly.

The monk cultivator had to stick a few speed-up talismans on himself.

However.

Just as he was about to join forces with the nun cultivator, one on the left and one on the right, to sandwich Li Lan.

The entire Shisun Hill area trembled violently, as if a dragon had turned over.

In an instant.

The bodies of the monk cultivator and the nun cultivator became unusually heavy at the same time.

It was as if there was a mountain on their bodies.

Every step forward felt extremely difficult.

Before the nun cultivator could figure out what was going on.

The monk cultivator's heart skipped a beat.

He exclaimed:

"Damn it! It's a formation! We've been tricked!"