Above the glacier, a rumbling sound.

The two figures flashed like lightning, interlaced, changing their magical powers and launching a bombardment.

On one side is a member of the Zhu Yan clan of the cold land, named Zhu Sheng. In the early stage of Fanzhi, his strength is quite good. With a random wave of his fist, it is the wind and snow dancing in the sky. The extreme coldness spreads everywhere, and even the void is frozen and cracks are everywhere.

The other party is of course Fang Junmei.

When the long sword broke through the space, a golden light flashed, as if something with a sword pattern was flying out, taking the opponent's attack.

It looks very similar to the sword pattern of the Sword Lord in the Blue Clothing, but in fact, Fang Junmei stabbed multiple swords in an instant and spliced ​​them with different sword seals, which is essentially a sword seal.

It's just used to deceive laymen.

...

"Although Brother Fang Dao has just entered the Sword Master's Sect, this sword pattern has already made it look like it."

On the other side, Dao Lang lit his head in the troubled times and said in great comfort, just to stroke his false beard.

The two eyes were even more glossy like little stars, and they looked fascinated.

During the fight, Fang Junmei staggered and almost fell into the sky.

Should I get so involved?

On the other hand, Zhu Yan, led by Zhu Ziyi, looked at the eyes of the eye. He could not really understand the mystery of the sword pattern. He only felt that it was very similar to the Qingyi Sword Lord's method, but its power was not as powerful as the legendary one.

When I heard Dao Lang's words in troubled times, I thought that Fang Junmei had just started, and I felt relieved.

Open your mouth and call to stop.

Bang!

A particularly unique sword seal flew, and a huge explosion came.

Zhu Sheng has been blown away.

Fang Jun's eyebrows fixed his figure and did not attack again.

"Brother Zhu Sheng, offended me."

Fang Jun bowed his eyebrows. The last blow just now was mixed with the void twisted seal. If the fight had not ended earlier, I would not know what Dao Lang's big mouth would say in the troubled times.

Moreover, the longer the time goes by, the greater the chance of being seen through.

...

"The little fellow Taoist has indeed inherited the sword pattern of the senior Master Qingyi Sword. I have neglected it. Please come to our Guanghan Sacrifice Mountain to discuss it."

Zhu Ziyi walked up happily and greeted him enthusiastically.

Finally, I believed it completely.

Fang Junmei dared not stay for more, and should not be asked about any flaws. She hurriedly said, "Thank you for your kindness, my master is still waiting for me to go back and reply. If you have the chance in the future, I will definitely come to visit my fellow seniors and nobles again."

Seeing this, Zhu Ziyi stopped forcing her. After saying a few polite words, he asked Zhu Jiu to take out the poison bag of Tianjue Poison Cypress and give it to the three of them.

At this point, the poison sac of Tianjue Poison Cypress was finally obtained.

The three of them said goodbye and left.

...

After staying away from the Mirror Mountain, all three of them were very happy.

Dao Lang was even more happy in the troubled times and said with a wicked smile: "Junmei, I thought of a wonderful idea. What are the nine remaining things? Is it better for us to trick the small sects around the source of the materials?"

"Excellent bullshit!"

Fang Junmei cursed when she heard this.

"This method cannot be used anymore, otherwise if the news spreads, the Sword Lord of the Qingyi must kill me."

When Dao Lang heard this in troubled times, he laughed loudly, obviously joking.

Fang Junmei and Buzhou Nu also laughed together.

...

Phosphorus at the bottom of Wuding River.

Flowing fruit.

Golden tequila.

...

The same kind of materials were found in the bag after the three of them searched hard.

There is no need to mention the process in this. Almost every one has taken the three of them in recent years. This is due to the detailed guidance of Feng Junwang's jade slip.

Almost every one is accompanied by a fierce fight, and the three of them will suffer some serious injuries from time to time, spending a lot of time on healing the wounds.

In addition to the monks who covet Taiyi Qingling Boat, there were even more fights.

From the beginning of the mission, more than 40 years have passed in a blink of an eye.

In the past forty years, the three of them have escaped and hiding, searched and fought and killed, and formed a deep friendship along the way.

In terms of strength, Fang Junmei has not improved much.

However, in the troubled times, Dao Lang deduced a new Taoist magical power in these battles, and his power cannot be underestimated.

...

On this day, the three of them were lying in a dark cave, panting heavily.

All around me are strange monster corpses, emitting a fishy smell. They are not monsters, demons, or Kunes. The world is so big that there are all kinds of wonders.

Just a few dozen breaths ago, the three of them killed one after another and got the seventieth thing. The three of them themselves were also injured.

"Let's go, leave immediately, you can't stay, otherwise all the monsters nearby will come here."

Fang Junmei stood up and kicked Daolang and Buzhou Nu in the Troubled World. Blood stained a large piece of blood on his body.

Dao Lang and Buzhou Nu stood up in troubled times.

The three of them walked out of the cave with their arms around each other.

After flying away, I found a mountain spring and fell down. I washed myself well and recovered from my injuries.

...

In a blink of an eye, it was already dark.

On a bright moon night, it is particularly bright.

Fang Junmei, who was less injured, had already hit a small beast. When she came back to grill, the grease dripped on the ground and the meat was filled with fragrance.

The three of them feasted in old wine.

"Only one thing is left?"

Dao Lang suddenly said in a chaotic world, but his expression was not excited, but some strange calm.

Fang Junmei nodded.

The Buzhou Nu next to the two had a somewhat complicated expression.

Because the name of this last thing is Tianxiang Wood Dragon Bone, it is a stone-like material that can only be produced by the spiritual root of Tianxiang Wood that is buried deep underground for countless years and nourished by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. One of the most likely origins is the underground of Buzhou Mountain!

"Buzhou, although I don't know what kind of experience you have, according to my estimate, it should be unrelated to Buzhou Mountain. If you think it is convenient, let's talk to us. If it is inconvenient, forget it."

Fang Junmei said understandingly, and had long guessed that he had something to do with Buzhou Mountain, so he put this material in the last one.

When Buzhou Nu heard this, his eyes were deep, and he was filled with some hatred in his anger.

After a long silence, the big man spoke, "At the foot of Mount Buzhou, there are many wild tribes. I come from one of them called Zhenluo tribe. My real name is Zhenluo Han."

The two nodded.

Buzhou Nu continued: "We tribes surrounding Buzhou Mountain have always regarded Buzhou Mountain as a sacred mountain, admired it, and worshipped it, and thus gave birth to many primitive and barbaric rules. One of them is that every ten years, ten unmarried young men and women should be selected and thrown into the Great Gate to pay tribute to the mountain gods of Buzhou Mountain. These people are called Buzhou Nu."

When the two of them heard this, they nodded again, and they had roughly guessed the story later.

"Brother Junmei."

Speaking of this, Buzhou Nu suddenly looked at Fang Junmei and said, "Please block my soul magic power first, otherwise if my crazy heart and control my mind, I will cause trouble again."

Fang Junmei nodded, walked behind him, and blocked his soul magic power.

...

"What is this big gap?"

The Dao Lang asked in troubled times.

Buzhou Nu said: "There are many huge cracks at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, which are deep and cannot be seen. They are called Damenggu by those tribes. They believe that only by throwing the young men and women who sacrificed themselves into the Damenggu and tribute to the gods can we get the protection of the ancient gods."

Dao Lang nodded in troubled times.

"Those big gaps should be caused by previous fights, right?"

Fang Junmei asked.
To be continued...