The Qingguang Sword stopped the moment it touched Ji Qianming's skin. The spiritual light on the sword body faded, trembled twice, and fell straight to the ground. When its master, the Great Elder, died, it naturally became a masterless thing.

To fool the reality, the identities of the Great Elder and the substitute puppet were exchanged, and the result was that the Great Elder died for the puppet. Until the end, the Great Elder could not withstand Ji Qianming's sword.

Ji Qianming calmly glanced at the corpse of the elder, then looked at several other battlefields, and exclaimed lightly.

The Ji Mingmaster ended the battle even when he fought against two. Ji Qianming originally thought that with the Ji Mingmaster's strength, it would take some effort to win even if he could win, but he didn't expect that he could win so easily.

The strength of the master of the drama is indeed not as simple as it seems, Ji Qianming thought to himself.

On the other hand, the queen had beaten the third elder and vomited blood. It was only a matter of time before she wanted to kill the opponent. Frost Ghost only gained a little advantage in the joint attack of the two Taixu realms, and it seemed that his strength was not very good.

The master of the opera scanned the battlefield and said calmly: "You kill the rest, I'll go find the fragments."

After saying that, his body disappeared out of thin air, and he didn't know where he went.

Ji Qianming's heart sank, hesitated for a moment, and said to the queen: "You kill the rest, I will help the master of the opera to find the fragments."

Before he finished speaking, he took a step forward and fooled the space and disappeared from the spot.

Queen:???

Frost Ghost:???

The situation suddenly became that they both faced the entire Qingxu Sect. The departure of the first and second special envoys caused the battlefield where the victory and defeat were about to be clearly distinguished was stalemate again.

Ji Qianming walked through Qingxu Sect with a mask of laughter and crying at a very fast speed. His spiritual sense swept across the building beside him very quickly, looking for the last trace of the fragment. He couldn't help but feel a little excited and worried.

After two years of undercover, he was about to find an opportunity to end all this, so he would never allow any accidents to happen.

Now the Qingxu Sect is almost destroyed, and his biggest enemy has become the Shangxie Society itself. It is naturally the best if he can find the fragments first. If the Master of the Eternal Life takes the lead, it will inevitably be another hard battle, and it will only increase the variables.

Fortunately, as a practitioner, he has the method of finding things, which is a cheating method, and his efficiency in finding things is much higher than that of the master of the drama.

But what Ji Qianming was worried was that since the president's forces in the God Realm could find out the whereabouts of the fragments and learn that they did not pay attention to the fragments, perhaps they had already known the specific hiding place of the fragments, he would likely fall into a passive position.

The spiritual sense swept through one building after another, the alchemy room, the weapon refining room, the head residence, the library... As more and more houses were searched, Ji Qianming became more and more anxious.

Where is the last piece of fragment?!

Ji Qianming fooled the gravity and soared into the air. Since there was nothing nearby, he had to change his thinking and could not continue blindly.

According to the Master Ximing, when the fragments fell into the hands of Qingxu Gate, Qingxu Gate did not realize its value at all.

Ji Qianming did not search for the whereabouts of the last piece of fragment, but flew directly to the sky and found the master of the drama. The other party might know the specific storage location of the fragments, so he simply followed him and waited until he saw the last piece of fragment and then snatched them!

It is difficult to find fragments, but it is easy to find the master of the drama. Ji Qianming found the master of the drama without much effort. The other party was in a remote attic, carefully searching for something.

A trace of determination flashed in Ji Qianming's eyes and rushed towards the attic where the Master Ximing was.

After a while, Ji Qianming stood in front of the attic, looked at the three big words above his head, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Miscellaneous Pavilion.

No wonder I had searched for so long and hadn't found it. The last piece of fragment was stored in the small building used by the outer disciples to pile up debris. It was very remote. If Ji Qianming had not found it by the master of the opera, it would take at least half an hour to find it. By then, the pursuers would probably have arrived.

Ji Qianming did not rush in, but closed his eyes and swept through the interior of the miscellaneous pavilion inch by inch by inch by inch by inch by little. After a few seconds, he suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes full of excitement and surprise.

Found it!

On the second floor of this attic, next to the wooden board in the northeast corner, a crescent-like fragment was lying quietly, dark all over, looking like a piece of scorched wood, but exuding a faint metallic luster.

Zhang Jingyan showed him a photo of the fragment of Gou Chen. Although the two are of different shapes, their textures are exactly the same!

At this time, the master of the opera was still searching on the first floor, but it seemed that he would soon step onto the second floor.

Ji Qianming had no time to hesitate, so he fooled the space and arrived directly on the second floor, walked straight to the place where the fragment was, and held it in his hand.

After buying this piece of fragment of unknown material, it was cold. It had no spiritual power fluctuations, no special abilities, and seemed to be just a piece of scrap iron. No wonder it was put in the clutter pavilion by Qingxu Sect as garbage.

Ji Qianming tried to put this piece of debris into the storage ring, but... failed. This seemingly ordinary piece of debris cannot be contained by the space ring, or in other words, the space ring cannot hold it at all.

At this moment, Ji Qianming's pupils contracted, his brows slowly frowned, and he turned his head to look back.

The Master of Ji Ming, wearing an exaggerated smiling mask, had already gone up to the second floor at some point, standing quietly behind him, staring at Ji Qianming with deep eyes, as if he wanted to see through him.

The two eyes collided silently in the air. These two special envoys who were fighting side by side a few minutes ago were both alert to each other.

The entire miscellaneous pavilion fell into a dead silence.

"JOKER, it seems that you have found it, give it to me, and this mission will be completed." After a while, the master of the opera life spoke first, breaking the silence.

Ji Qianming looked at him calmly and said lightly: "What if I don't?"

Although he could not see the expression under the mask of the Master of the Mother, Ji Qianming's spiritual sense could clearly see that his face darkened, "You... are indeed a problem!"

"Do you doubt me?"

"It's not that I doubt you, but that the president doubts you."

Ji Qianming's heart sank, and he had a vague premonition. He felt something was wrong when the drama master issued a mission, but now this feeling is even stronger.

"Do you think you can take it away if you get the fragments?" The murderous intent flashed in the eyes of the master of the Eyes, and he raised his right hand like lightning and grabbed Ji Qianming from the air.

At the moment of grabbing, Ji Qianming felt that his body was empty, as if he had missing something extremely important. An unprecedented sense of emptiness enveloped his heart, making him a little uneasy.

Yes, Weiwei...
Chapter completed!