In the courtyard of Jianmen Town.

Lu Xuan walked around the courtyard and found no signs of invasion. Then he felt relieved, opened the Qianhuan Cloud Smoke Array and entered the courtyard.

As soon as I entered, a cold and cold breath came to my face.

There was a gust of cold wind in the yard, and from time to time, various roars of resentful souls sounded, filled with rich blood and energy, and a scene in the underworld.

"I don't know how many of the remaining four ghost-faced stone mushrooms are fully mature."

Last time I came to the courtyard, only one ghost-faced stone mushroom was fully mature. I obtained a fourth-grade evil magic weapon from the light ball, the soul-attracting lamp.

Lu Xuan regarded himself as a righteous monk, so he naturally would not reveal such evil magic weapons in front of his fellow disciples in the sect, and would always be hidden deep in the deepest part of the storage bag.

When he came to the four ghost-faced stone mushrooms, Lu Xuan focused his mind on the top of the plant with a strange face.

“Two plants are fully mature.”

He was delighted and carefully pulled out the ghost-faced stone mushroom.

Without even looking at the detailed information of the plant, he focused on the light ball that quietly emerged on the ground.

The white light ball flickered slightly. When touched gently, the light ball turned into countless light spots, condensed into a faint blurred face, and instantly poured into Lu Xuan's body.

[Harve a third-grade ghost-faced stone mushroom plant, and obtain the fourth-grade magic weapon, the strange face.]

A light gray mask as thin as a cicada's wing appeared in Lu Xuan's hands.

The mask has shallow patterns, constantly changing, forming strange faces, with dull expressions and resentment.

Lu Xuan felt a strong and cold breath coming from the part where his palms were in contact with him, and his mind was condensed on this evil mask.

[Thousands of strange faces, fourth-grade magic weapon, made of a fifth-grade tiger monster accompanied by ghost sacrifice. After putting it on, the face and breath of the monk can be changed, and it is difficult to detect it.]

【With long-term wear, the mind may be affected by the remnant soul of the ghost and gradually lose itself.】

【I can replace it.】

"The fourth-grade auxiliary magic weapon has a single function, but it is extremely powerful."

Lu Xuan sighed secretly.

In the world of cultivation, although there are not many martial arts and magic tools that can hide their bodies and breath, many monks can still obtain one or two, which can completely change their faces. The breath is extremely rare.

He put this strange face that could hardly feel the thickness into the storage bag and continued to pick another fully mature ghost face stone mushroom.

Gently touch the white light ball that appears.

Countless light spots condensed into a blurred face and instantly poured into his body.

[Harve a third-grade ghost-faced stone mushroom plant and obtain the fourth-grade magic weapon soul-attracting lamp.]

A thought flashed through his mind, and then a strange lantern appeared in his hand.

The lamp bing, shaped like a bone, seemed to be surrounded by human skin. Under the lamp base, countless slender dark red light spikes swayed gently in the cold wind, like countless tiny tentacles entangled together.

The pale candle at the center is densely squeezed with countless ghosts and resentment.

"Another fourth-grade soul-guiding lamp magic weapon."

Lu Xuan was quite satisfied. The fourth-grade soul-guiding lamp could attract ghosts within a certain range, and at the same time it could also cause trouble to the cultivators, monsters and monsters to lose their minds.

The remaining two ghost-faced stone mushrooms are about to be fully loaded. In order to save some precious Qingmu source energy as much as possible, Lu Xuan does not rush to ripen them.

Not far away, the third-grade thorn bones were about to fully mature, and Lu Xuan decided to take them to Kongming Island.

The fourth-grade Baitong Weimu, dozens or hundreds of evil pupils, each grew a lot. Lu Xuan hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to take it over.

Although Baitong Weimu is the fourth grade, it is much smaller than the third grade Mixian Tao. It can still be put down if you squeeze it in your bag.

He had no intention of taking the remaining fifth-grade holy infant fruit plant and bloody flowers.

"At the explosion point of the baby soul."

Lu Xuan held the purple lightning sword in his hand and took Mu Ying out of the storage bag, slightly unbuttoned the rune chain on its body, and said in a gentle tone.

Mu Ying looked at the deep purple flying sword that appeared in his hand. The numbness that was bound by the rune chain for a long time disappeared in an instant, and her small body shook involuntarily.

Before Lu Xuan could make any statement, the yin energy filled the mouth of the dark hole at the navel, and the souls of the pale infants and children were squeezed out by it.

"Okay, okay, it's almost done."

Lu Xuan looked at the more and more infant souls in the yard and said, "Stop it."

He guessed that these souls at present were enough to enjoy the Holy Infant Fruit for a long time, and then came to the Blood Fallen Flower.

As soon as the dragon's essence and blood were removed from the storage bag, the hollowed-out blood cells sensed the arrival of delicious food. Countless slender blood vessels on the surface were squirming slightly, wanting to get as close to Lu Xuan as possible.

"Don't worry, let you suck enough today."

Lu Xuan poured the blood of the third-grade dragon that he had obtained for free on the surface of the blood evil flower, feeling the excitement of the spiritual plant, which caused the most central sea of ​​blood to float and rise and fall, and stirred endlessly.

The blood-colored flower bloomed even more vividly.

After feeding the Holy Infant Fruit and the Blood Flower, Lu Xuan left the courtyard, ran the Qianhua Cloud Smoke Formation, and moved the Feng Falcon out of the reproductive bag.

Feng Fang dragged his round belly, and a pair of green wings stretched out, turning into a blue light and rushing into the sky.

"Wind Falcon, known for its speed, has grown into a ball and is only a second-grade, but when it flys with all its strength, its speed is no less than that of many third-grade flying swords."

Above the sky, green airflows emerged on the surface of the breeze falcon’s light green wings, carrying Lu Xuan, and passing through the mountains like lightning.

Hearing Lu Xuan's praise, Feng Falcon sang crisply, and the streamlined belly below bulged.

Lu Xuan had already obtained a map to Kongming Island from the Sutra Pavilion. For safety reasons, he chose the safest route to avoid the secret realm that many other fellow disciples yearned for.

Most of the day later, Lu Xuan looked at the map in his hand, not knowing what he was thinking.

At this moment, Feng Falcon had already flew more than 6,000 miles and did not deviate from the route designated by Lu Xuan.

However, Lu Xuan's vision was always on the front left of the map.

There, mark a place name that he was once very familiar with.

Linyang Fang City.

Fengxiao continued to fly rapidly, and familiar figures flashed through his mind.

He took good care of himself, just like Zhang Hong, a neighbor of his generous brother. Every time he met, he enthusiastically called himself "Uncle Little Lu" and killed demon insects together to earn spirit stones. When he was the most helpless, he managed to acquire sporadic spirit firefly grass...

"If you go there, you will probably have to go around two or three thousand miles more, and there is no additional marking of the distance. I don't know what risks may be hidden."

"However, I haven't seen those old friends for many years..."

Lu Xuan thought in his heart, and a certain emotion in his heart became stronger and stronger, almost gushing out.

"Change, go to the left and take you to the place where I used to live."
Chapter completed!