Looking at A Chou's slightly thin body, Zhang Hao felt more and more the heavy responsibility on his shoulders.

During the past half month, Zhang Hao had been secretly observing these new low-level disciples. He recalled that he had gradually regarded practice as a habit under the urging of Shang. Later, he successfully built the foundation and formed a 108 natural circulation system of acupoints throughout his body, and he was constantly absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth at all times, and practicing became an instinct.

However, these low-level cultivators are not practicing diligently at all times without anyone's supervision. They sit upright on the deck of the dragon bone ship to practice the stars and qi cultivation techniques. They sit for five or six hours, and some even practice directly for several days.

Ah Chou is the most diligent disciple among these practitioners. He sweats heavily every day, his arms are sore and numb when practicing swords. He uses all his strength and falls into a coma.

Every time A Chou practiced and fell into a coma, Sun Lin walked over and lifted A Chou up as if he was lifting a chick.

A new formation that was thrown into the keel boat to nourish the body was built. A Chou always warmed up the formation and slowly woke up.

The cultivator on the boat looked at the crazy Ah Chou and felt respect in his heart, full of respect for the low-level cultivator with scars on his face.

A few more days passed, at midnight.

Zhang Hao felt something strange in the Tower of Tongtian, so he hurried into the Tower.

In the three levels of Tongtian Tower, a red gold ray of light appeared above Situ Zhi and Lu Qian, and the light gradually turned into reality, becoming more and more dazzling.

The flushing color on Situ Zhi's fat face gradually faded, turning into a natural rosy color, making the skin look more delicate.

Lu Qian's blue face gradually returned to normal, and his muscles and bones became more elastic.

The two of them slowly opened their eyes, and a golden light appeared in their eyes, and the golden light soon disappeared into their eyes again.

Looking at Zhang Hao in white clothes standing with his hands behind his back, the two were about to salute, but when the head raised his hand to stop their behavior, the two realized that Mo Xiaoqi was still breaking through.

Zhang Hao raised his hand and sent the two out.

Mo Xiaoqi in the Tower of Tongtian was fully aware of something. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. The yellow hair on his head gradually turned into a red gold color, shining brightly, like gold foil!

Shang frowned slightly and whispered: "This little guy is indeed a rare sword cultivator!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Soul-Devouring Sword in front of Mo Xiaoqi began to shake slowly, and a black aura appeared in the dark sword body. This black aura was strangely cold, like the ice that had been frozen for thousands of years, which made Shang and Zhang Hao feel chill in their hearts.

This black aura was spinning around Mo Xiaoqi as if it was spiritual. Ling Ran's sword intent emanated from the black sword, making the Thunder God Pool under Mo Xiaoqi seemed to be provoked. A series of fine electric snakes seemed to be about to jump out of the Thunder God Pool and swallow the man with one sword.

Shang and Zhang Hao fought several magic tricks at the same time, suppressing the thunder in the Thunder God Pool.

The black gas turned faster and faster, and finally turned into a phantom, which flew around Mo Xiaoqi's head. After the golden elixir in Mo Xiaoqi's body turned into reality and condensed into a real body, the black gas made a sound of sword sound.

A stream of essence and blood shot out from Mo Xiaoqi's forehead and sprayed onto the black gas. The black gas turned into a three-inch sword and flew three times on Mo Xiaoqi's head, hiding in his forehead.

"Oh! There is actually a sword spirit hidden in this black sword!" Shang looked at the little sword hidden in Mo Xiaoqi's eyebrows and smiled slightly.

At this time, Mo Xiaoqi, who formed a golden elixir, slowly opened his eyes and looked up at Zhang Hao, his eyes full of gratitude.

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Situ Zhi, Lu Qian and Mo Xiaoqi stood side by side on the big dragon bone ship.

Sun Lin scratched his head and felt the powerful aura of the three of them. He felt a little envious. He grabbed a spell and flew between his fingers, and looked at the increasingly clear phantom of the island ahead along the three of them.

As the island ahead became clearer, Sun Lin felt the fighting spirit on the three of them becoming stronger and stronger.

The cultivators on the keel boat were infected and stood up.

Ah Chou had already told the cultivators on the ship about the surrounding islands. There were a total of sixty small islands and eleven large islands, all of which were under the jurisdiction of the Fenji Dynasty, but in secret it was the place where the major princes developed their own power.

Each island is a low-level sect. Since the islands are not like the heavenly beings, there are edicts of heaven to restrict the killing of cultivators in the Golden Pill realm, this is a very chaotic place.

The cultivators from various islands often plunder and kill each other's disciples, and occasionally join forces to hunt down monsters on the sea.

When disciples from the seven sects of cultivation enter the depths of the South China Sea to experience, they will also rest here and go to each island to find some materials.

To put it bluntly, it is a place of killing mixed with dragons and snakes, but many things are carried out in secret. In order to protect the face of the King of Gods, they will not openly kill and rob the islands.

On these sixty islands, there are several golden elixirs on each island, and on the eleven major islands are practitioners in the Dharma Realm.

The keel boat gradually entered the area of ​​a small island on the south side of the island, and a Thousand Feather Talismanship was coming from afar.

A cultivator from the Nirvana Realm stood on the Thousand Feather Talismanship and shouted from afar: "Old man, Lu Yuanshan from Jiaolongmen come to welcome the carriage!"

Situ Zhi, Lu Qian and Mo Xiaoqi stood on the big ship and looked at the cultivator who claimed to be Lu Yuanshan and said, "This fellow Taoist, we are disciples of the Hongchen Sword Sect, and the Qingtian family are allies. We borrowed their dragon bone ship to come to the South China Sea islands to find a way out. I wonder if fellow Taoist can help introduce them!"

When the cultivator on the Qianyu Talismanship heard this, his expression changed: "Lu can't do this, please wait here for a moment to let me report to the sect leader!"

After saying that, he drove the Thousand Feather Talismanship to the island quickly.

Sun Lin put two talismans on his eyes and said, "Ye! Why did this guy turn on the island's flight prohibition? This formation looks pretty good!"

Situ Zhi, Lu Qian, and Mo Xiaoqi looked up and saw a huge cover rising from the island. At the entrance of the island Thirty, close to the island, huge rattan and wooden stakes emerged from the dock on the sea surface, and protective formations were opened one by one.

Sun Lin looked at the huge vines that appeared on the sea surface, and a trace of disdain flashed in the wooden stake's eyes and sneered: "The wooden boards under this big keel boat are cast by iron wood, and their skeletons are real keels. With these stakes, do you want to stop us from entering the pier?"

Situ Zhi suddenly smiled and said, "Look at the high platform on the right!"

Everyone looked in the sound.

I saw a blue halo appearing on the high platform on the right. As soon as the halo appears, dense high platforms appear on the slope at the entrance dock.

There were dozens of sword cultivators standing on each high platform, and each sword cultivator held a sharp medium-grade spiritual weapon in his hand.

If you count carefully, there were eighteen sword cultivators standing on each platform, there were ten sword cultivators, a total of one hundred and eighty sword cultivators, each with a low-grade spiritual weapon. How could these cultivators on the island be so rich?

Sun Lin exclaimed in surprise at the cultivator on the high platform.

A Chou separated everyone and looked at the sword cultivator in the distance: "There is a red gold thousand-patterned ore hidden on this island. This time, the Qingtian family members have negotiated with the people on the island. Let us sword slaves and slaves from other countries come to dig and mine these red gold thousand-patterned ore!"

When Zhang Hao heard that his eyes were carefully looking at the sword bodies in the hands of those cultivators, he found that the spiritual weapons in the hands of these cultivators were very rough. They should have just been built, but the thousand patterns on the spiritual energy were clearly layered. This red gold thousand patterns ore is indeed a good material for creating the flying sword of the spiritual weapon!
Chapter completed!