In a corridor deeper in the cave.

Most of the corridor pillars made of precious jade were broken and fell down in various places. Only a few pillars still stood firm despite the baptism of time and war.

The material of these corridor pillars is very extraordinary, but the size is too huge, even for warriors with storage bags, it is difficult to carry them out.

The floor of the corridor is paved with a layer of pale purple jade bricks, painted with gorgeous and exquisite patterns. Just looking at it is pleasing to the eye, showing the good taste of the original owner.

Hundreds of years of dust can hardly cover up their glimmer.

At this moment, a pair of feet wearing black boots stepped on the jade brick.

"Ziwei Moon Stone? This is a good thing."

Wu Quan looked around, his eyes a little fiery.

He had seen this kind of treasure material before, but the output was very rare, so only the royal family could afford it. And just to build this corridor, it would take countless crape myrtle moonstones, and the cost was extremely high.

"A great deal! It is indeed a cave for the monks who transform themselves into gods."

Wu Quan was in no hurry to put the moonstone into the mustard seed bag. No matter how big his mustard seed bag was, he couldn't hold much.

Once you find the entrance and exit of the entire cave, you can naturally empty it slowly.

Yes, Wu Quan has regarded this cave as his treasure, and is ready to use the treasures in it to make up for his previous mistakes.

Taking another two steps forward, Wu Quan discovered a pool of fresh blood.

"Humph, he ran pretty fast!"

His face was gloomy, and his mood instantly deteriorated a lot.

With the strength of Wu Quan's fifth realm, he actually allowed a small third realm to escape from his grasp. This is undoubtedly a great shame and humiliation.

This shame can naturally only be washed away with blood.

Wu Quan murmured to himself: "It seems that my luck has not been very good recently."

He did not expect that the magic weapons escorted by the bodyguards would be extremely powerful in the hands of warriors from the third realm, so he let one of them go because of his carelessness.

However, more than this trivial matter, what made Wu Quan feel more unhappy was the news he heard recently.

"God will seed..."

"That old guy, did you choose him?"

Lu Bin's gentle face appeared in Wu Quan's mind, and his expression was as gloomy as water.

Of course he had heard of the name "Jade-faced Scholar".

On the first day he joined the company, he made such a big fuss and became a member of the Hundred Households list. It was hard for Wu Quan not to notice.

But at first, he didn't pay much attention to this person.

After all, no matter how powerful Lu Bin is, he is just a member of Baihu, a warrior in the fourth realm. He is not on the same level as himself at all, and can only be regarded as a good rising star.

But after the strange movement in the Spirit-Suppressing Tower that day, Wu Quan noticed some clues.

After several more tests, he was basically certain that Tie Lao had chosen Lu Bin as the seed of a divine general!

As a warrior of the Zhenling Division, how could Wu Quan not want to become a divine general?

From his brother's mouth, he also learned about Tie Lao's identity, and once visited him in person, hoping to gain his approval.

However, the results are predictable.

Not only did Tie Lao not like Wu Quan, but he didn't care about his brother's face at all and scolded him bloody.

Because of Tie Lao's status, even the Qingzhou Town Spirit Envoy did not dare to touch him, so the matter could only be left alone.

Since then, Wu Quan has kept this incident in mind.

And now, the fragments of the general's armor that he had not obtained before were actually taken away by a hundred households?

Why is Wu Quan not annoyed?

"A fourth realm warrior, why should he?"

"The location of the God General's seed should be mine!"

A murderous intention emerged in Wu Quan's heart, and jealousy was like a poisonous snake that kept breeding and taking hold.

"It just so happens that in this fairy cave, casualties are inevitable."

He said to himself: "Lu Bin, you'd better pray... don't meet me!"

"Sir, it's right here!"

Suddenly, a voice full of hatred came from the other end of the corridor.

"That's him!"

Wu Quan raised his head slowly, but before he could see the person in front of him clearly, a sharp sword light came straight towards his neck.

At this moment, Wu Quan felt that the hairs all over his body stood on end, and the qi and blood in his body were stimulated to run three minutes faster.

The strong smell of blood reaches the tip of the nose, like a sea of ​​blood from hell descending on the world.

But Wu Quan was a fifth-level warrior who had experienced hundreds of battles, and he moved sideways very quickly.

In the end, the sword light only hit an afterimage that remained in place.

"How brave!"

Wu Quan's eyes widened angrily, staring at the attacker, and then a flash of disbelief flashed in his eyes.

"Sanna, are you crazy?"

Sanna had struck a fatal blow with the knife just now, aiming to take his life.

Because of this, Wu Quan felt unbelievable.

This woman really wanted to kill him?

Isn't she afraid of Qingzhou Zhenlingsi's revenge?

Faced with Wu Quan's questioning, Sanna said nothing and cut her palm with a barb on the handle of the knife. Blood gurgled from her palm and onto the knife.

The blood outlines a magnificent pattern on the blade, like the shape of a blood lotus.

The scimitar instantly released a strong and sinister aura, making Wu Quan's eyes tighten and feeling a strong sense of crisis.

The scimitar in Sanna's hand is called "Evil Lotus". It is a special magic weapon that can feed on the blood of the sword holder, bursting out with fierce power.

Since she wanted to take Wu Quan's life, Sanna had to fight quickly, so naturally she would not hold back, and her first move would be a killing move.

After Wu Quan was initially shocked, he was completely angered.

"Go to hell!"

He shouted violently, exerted all his strength, the surrounding air waves exploded, and the blazing Yang Domain was generated.

A spear appeared out of thin air in Wu Quan's hand and stabbed at Sanna's sword.

This spear pierced out, breaking through the layers of air waves, causing continuous crackling explosions, and was filled with the momentum of a shot breaking through the sky.

With a "boom", the figures of two fifth-level warriors collided violently.

****

In the battlefield.

The light of the knife and the shadow of the gun cut back and forth, collided, and entangled.

The speed is so fast that ordinary warriors cannot see clearly with their naked eyes, and can only feel the dangerous sharp aura.

The two Yang Domains, which look similar but are actually completely different, make a "chichi" sound when they come into contact, eroding each other fiercely.

The aftermath of the battle opened several cracks on the ground, and the pillars that were still standing collapsed under the huge force, and the crape myrtle moonstones shattered one after another.

In an instant, this place turned into ruins.

The escort from the Yueshan Escort Bureau hid in the corner of the ruins, raised his head, and stared blankly at the scene in front of him, with a look of horror on his face.

The two fifth-level warriors have exchanged dozens of moves. On the surface, it's hard to tell the winner.

"This is the fifth level warrior..."

This bodyguard was only in the third level, so witnessing the battle between two powerful men really shocked him.

If he was caught in that turbulent flow, he would probably die without a burial place in less than a second.

At this moment, the escort suddenly smelled a strange smell.

Deep, dark, like a sticky shadow, completely different from the fierceness of the warrior's blood.

He turned around and saw a figure in black robes sitting on a platform further away.

As the two men fought fiercely, the position of the battlefield also shifted, so it affected the building where the man in black robes was, making his figure visible.

The man in black robe sat as still as a mountain, like a statue, silently thinking about something.

Everything around him seems to have nothing to do with this person.

It was as if the small world beside him was beyond this space.
To be continued...