Mo Tiange's sleeves shook, and a few things flew out and buried them in the soil. Then she grabbed a few spirit-replenishing pills and stuffed them into her mouth.

After doing these two things, several people had already appeared in the poisonous fog.

Purple clothes.

Mo Tiange immediately held the Qingmu sword tightly. Murong Zi endured the pain and stood up.

There were three people in total, all of whom were the tenth level of Qi Refining cultivators. The leader was a middle-aged monk, and there was a young man in his twenties, an old man in his fifties and sixties, just three generations of old, middle-aged and young people. These three people seemed to be difficult to deal with. Since the middle-aged monk was the leader, he must have the highest or most powerful status. A young man could reach the tenth level of Qi Refining at a young age. He should have two tricks, let alone the old man. He had rich experience and must be the most cunning one.

When they looked at Murong Zi, both of them smiled bitterly. After just experiencing a hard battle, they actually encountered such a combination.

The three of them stood not far away and looked at them carefully.

Mo Tiange and Murong Zi secretly pretended to be indifferent, and each clasped the flying swords tightly in their hands.

After a while, the young man couldn't bear it and asked, "Two senior brothers, what are we waiting for?"

The old man frowned and said slowly: "Be careful."

They all saw the corpse of the iron-toothed crocodile on the ground. Although it was dead, there was still a huge pressure left. It was obviously not a first-level monster, which made them hesitant. Two people could kill the second-level monster. Obviously, these two must have extraordinary methods, but they believed that they were not vegetarians, and they felt unwilling to let go. You must know that the corpse of this second-level monster could definitely be exchanged for a foundation-building pill!

Careful, considerate, and fanatical, these expressions appeared one after another on the faces of the three. They were worried that their opponents were too strong and explained themselves, but were unwilling to let go of this huge benefit. The corpse of the second-level monster can not only be used as spiritual weapons, but also into magic weapons used by foundation-building monks. This is another huge wealth.

The young man couldn't help but shouted, "Two senior brothers, why are you hesitating! Could you let them go for nothing?"

The old man said: "These two people are not easy to deal with, so don't be impulsive."

Finally, the two of them looked at the middle-aged monk among them together.

The middle-aged monk was hesitant for a moment, and he was not sure of killing him, so he was unwilling to let him go. But the other two looked at them with indifferent expressions, as if they didn't care at all about how they would decide.

In fact, Mo Tiange and Murong Zi were not at all relaxed. Although Murong Zi took Xiao Huandan, healing his injuries was not a short time. He took action after serious injuries, which caused serious damage to his meridians. Now his expression remains unchanged, purely because of his firm personality. Mo Tiange is the same. Although he knows that he has just experienced a hard battle, both of them are exhausted and he is not nervous. But she is no longer a child who has never seen the world. She has followed her second uncle and has traveled around the world several times in recent years. She knows that she cannot show weakness at this time.

They really deceived their opponents like this. The middle-aged monk struggled for a long time and said reluctantly: "Let's go somewhere else to take a look."

The three of them turned around and wanted to leave. Mo Tiange and Murong Zi breathed a sigh of relief. It was really unconfident to beat them.

Unexpectedly, the three of them suddenly stopped again, and the middle-aged monk sneered: "I almost fooled by them and killed the second-level monster. Even if they were not injured, how much spiritual energy would they still have?!"

After saying this, the three of them turned around and immediately encircled in three directions.

Mo Tiange immediately slapped a defensive talisman on his body, and the Qingmu sword was released. Murong Zi was not slow to react. He lost the talisman, but he still had spiritual weapons. The flying sword mixed with iron spirit was extremely fast and flew out in an instant.

The two of them took the initiative first and caught their opponent off guard. The young man looked at the two flying swords flying towards him and was a little panicked. The two swords were so fast that they were obviously not ordinary people, so he had to avoid them in a hurry.

Mo Tiange quietly moved his position, throwing out a handful of fire thorn seeds, temporarily trapping the young man.

Just as he was about to say something to Murong Zi and deal with the old man first, he heard a muffled groan. When he turned around, Murong Zi covered his chest and spit out a mouthful of blood. The flying sword he controlled was also shaking in the air.

Mo Tiange was shocked: "Senior Brother Murong!"

The three of them were overjoyed. The young man was trapped and could not escape for the time being. The middle-aged monk looked at the old man, and the two of them took action together. The middle-aged monk sacrificed the flying sword, the most common spiritual weapon in the world of immortal cultivation, but the old man threw out a mirror.

Mo Tiange quickly recalled the Qingmu Sword, but only blocked the mirror. The flying sword pierced quickly. Murong Zi reluctantly avoided it. The flying sword wiped his shoulder and brought up a bunch of blood flowers.

The middle-aged monk would not miss this opportunity. He flew quickly, took the flying sword, and stabbed Murong Zi.

Mo Tiange wanted to take the lead, but the old man's mirror was really powerful. She blocked it for a moment and flew back into the old man's hand. He immediately turned over the mirror and suddenly a golden light shone towards her. Although she had a defensive cover on her body, she did not dare to block it. She had to take back the Qingmu Sword and resist the golden light.

At this moment, Murong Zi was approached by the middle-aged monk. Seeing that he had no power to fight back, the middle-aged monk showed a grim smile on his face and stabbed the flying sword in his hand.

With a "puff", Murong Zi was stabbed deeply by a flying sword, and blood flowed out along the sword body. But at the same time, the middle-aged monk also screamed "ah" and let go of the sword to cover his abdomen.

I saw a flying sword inserted behind him, piercing through his abdomen. It was Murong Zi's flying sword that was extremely sharp and mixed with iron spirit.

Mo Tiange's face changed drastically, but he heard the other party shouting: "Senior Brother Zhang!"

Murong Zi and the middle-aged monk died together. The other party was not angry, but panicked. In a moment, they were trapped and killed.

The old man made a quick decision, put away the mirror in his hand, and immediately fled to the distance. Maybe he could survive until now because he was timid.

Mo Tiange did not chase after him, but swung the flying sword, which immediately took the middle-aged monk and turned to the only remaining young man.

When the young man saw the old man escape, his face suddenly became ugly. He waved the big knife in his hand and cut off the fire thorns, and attacked Mo Tiange.

Mo Tiange has never met an opponent who uses spiritual weapons to cut off like a secular martial artist. He was a little unresponsive. Fortunately, she had a defensive talisman on her body, and she retreated while using the Green Wood Sword to fight back. She wanted to fight back, but her spiritual energy was not much, so she had to slowly retreat.

Seeing that she didn't dare to take the call, the other party looked proud and approached step by step.

But Mo Tiange suddenly smiled, and a formation flag appeared in his hand. With a light wave, the young man suddenly "snap" around him, and the hidden formation flag array plate immediately stood up.

The young man was shocked, but he was already confused by the scene in front of him. The yellow sand rolled over the sky, as if it was a desert in the extreme west, and there was nothing else.

This is the formation she hastily set up just now. It was not sure how to use it. Fortunately, this young man was an impulsive person and was introduced into the formation step by step by step. Now that she has entered her formation, she is naturally slaughtered.

He waved the formation flag again, and the scene changed again, and the five elements spells were continuously smashed towards the young man. The young man waved his sword to block it, but found that the spells would disappear at the touch, which was simply an illusion, which made him angry and cursed.

Mo Tiange swallowed the spirit-enhancing pill again, grabbed a handful of talismans, controlled the Qingmu sword, and attacked the young people in the formation together.

The young man thought it was an hallucination again, and he didn't stop him. He was immediately beaten to death and could not die again.

Mo Tiange breathed a sigh of relief, took back the Qingmu sword, and thought of Murong Zi, he hurried back.

"Senior Brother Murong!" He helped Murong Zi up from the ground again, and Mo Tiange found that his breath was already very weak. He was seriously injured. The two of them encountered iron teeth and finally killed them after a thrilling moment. They encountered these three opponents again. The abdomen was penetrated, and he killed the middle-aged monk with one breath, and finally couldn't hold on. Now that he was exhausted, his meridians were damaged, and his dantian was pierced, and he could not save them at all.

Murong Zi opened his eyes slightly and spoke hard: "Junior Brother Ye..."

Mo Tiange nodded: "I'm here."

Murong Zi spit out a mouthful of blood, and Mo Tiange hurriedly held him, pressed against his palm, and input spiritual energy into his body.

This made Murong Zi feel better. He smiled slightly and said angrily: "I know...I...can't do it anymore. Please...do me a favor."

Mo Tiange nodded quickly: "Senior Brother Murong, please tell me."

Murong Zi pulled out the Qiankun bag with difficulty and took a breath: "The most... hopeful thing in our family is... Xiaoyan, please... give her the monster I... killed... and the flying sword...." He closed his eyes and said, "The rest, let's celebrate with my junior brother." As he said, the blood in his mouth kept coming out, grabbing Mo Tiange's sleeves tightly.

After hearing this last words at the end of his life, Mo Tiange sighed secretly: "Senior brother, please don't worry, I will bring the things."

Murong Zi smiled, his eyes full of reluctance and sadness. He finally let go of his hand, his head tilted, and his breath disappeared.

Mo Tiange stayed for a while before he came to his senses. Although he had no friendship with Murong Zi, she was still sad. This is the death of cultivating immortals everywhere. Although he was seriously injured, Senior Brother Murong still talked and laughed and full of confidence, but in a blink of an eye, he became a corpse.

She wiped her face, wiped off the sadness, and got up to clean up the scene. No matter what, she still had to survive, build foundations, form pills, and form babies, and live happily.

First, he took down the Qiankun bags and weapons on the three corpses, and then burned the corpses with a torch. He just put Murong Zi's ashes in a jade box and put them away.

Then he cleaned up the blood stains on his body and sorted the items in the three Qiankun bags.

She used a lot of her own elixirs and talismans, fortunately, the two disciples of Zixia Sect still had some. The three of them had corpses of monsters on them, but the other two had only three or five, but Murong Zi had more than ten. After thinking about it, she took a Qiankun bag and installed the monsters they hunted together, and then put several spiritual weapons on Murong Zi. After all, she also had a hard time with Murong Zi and had an old age with Murong Yan. These spiritual weapons were useless, so she simply returned them all to Murong Yan - if Murong Yan was still alive.

Then, I went to deal with the corpse of the Iron Tooth Crocodile. The corpse of the Iron Tooth Crocodile is a good material for refining weapons and is of great value. When I was packing up, I found that the flying needles left by Murong Zi were crystal clear and as if they were missing, and they were actually good things for sneak attacks. She put them all into her Qiankun bag.

After finishing everything and filling the spiritual energy in the formation, Mo Tiange decided to leave the Poison Spring. The old man from Zixia Sect escaped. Who knows if someone will come? It would be better to find another place to hide.

Looking back at the Poison Spring, Mo Tiange couldn't help but sigh. The person who had been chatting and laughing not long ago is now a pile of ashes.

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