One hour later.

Mu Bei left the Liudan Sect very far and found a small mountain range.

Here, he took out the Huangyou crystal stone obtained from the Liudan Sect.

Cultivate!

Impact the Eighth Realm of the Desolate Tyrant!

Soon, he refined 800,000 pieces of Huangyou crystal stones, improved his cultivation to the eighth realm of Huangwang, and then took out a bunch of jade-grade spiritual medicines, carefully tempered the current realm, making his foundation as stable as a rock.

"Next, the practice of the ninth level will be a big problem."

He thought.

The ninth level of cultivation requires tens of millions of Huang You Crystal Stones!

In the Xuan Realm, the Huangyou crystal stone is far less than the Huangluo crystal stone. The amount of tens of millions is really a headache!

He shook his head on his own, and he didn't think about this for the time being.

Let’s find various ways to collect it later!

He took out a bunch of weapons he obtained from the Liudan Sect, which contained many treasure soldiers of the Heaven-Climbing Level. He piled up these treasure soldiers together and let the Chihuang Sword swallow it.

The aura of treasure soldiers was swallowed by the Red Phoenix Sword. The piles of weapons quickly calcified one after another. With a slight touch, they turned into ashes. The sword light on the surface of the Red Phoenix Sword was thicker and pure.

Mu Bei called back the Red Phoenix Sword and held it in his hand and shook it gently.

Clam!

The harsh sword roared and swung, swallowing all the treasure soldiers obtained from the Liudan Sect, and the grade of the Red Phoenix Sword was upgraded again, reaching the grade of the Qingtian.

Top quality for the sky!

He smiled, very satisfied!

good!

With his current cultivation level of the Eighth Realm of the Desolate King, combined with the Red Phoenix Sword of the Qingtian level and his amazing foundation, even ordinary Wantong Realm powerhouses are not afraid at all!

He put away the Red Phoenix Sword and stood up and left.

As we walked, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed, and the space became dark at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the blink of an eye, it became pitch black and could not capture the direction at all.

Mubei stopped.

The next moment, he summoned the Red Phoenix Sword and made a diagonal slash towards Hou.

clang!

The harsh metal crisp sound suddenly sounded, and a figure flew out.

At the same time, his eyes moved slightly, and the darkness in front of him was instantly shattered.

Behind him, a middle-aged man with a long sword stood three feet away, his pupils shrank slightly and he stared at him in disbelief.

Mu Bei looked at him: "Stop your assassination and break your shallow illusion, and that surprises you?"

The middle-aged man's eyes appeared in his mask.

"superficial?!"

He is good at fusion of illusion and assassination techniques, and even a powerful person in the half-step Qingtian realm finds it difficult to break free from his illusion. It can be said that his illusion level is very high!

But now, Mu Bei actually used the words "simple" to describe his level of fantasy, which made him feel insulted!

boom!

A powerful god can permeate from his body, twisting the space.

The two realms of Wantong!

Mu Bei looked at him: "The killer and assassin should take a thunder attack in the calm and calm waves. If one strike is fruitless, you will retreat decisively. Are you a person who is playing assassination and exerting divine power under my nose, and you are having fun?"

The middle-aged man's eyes were fierce and he swooped over the next moment.

As he dived, countless sword lights emerged!

These sword lights gathered together, like a mountain torrent of sword energy rushing towards us, the picture was terrifying!

And the middle-aged mask in the torrent of sword light is even more like the root of destruction.

Amazingly powerful!

Mu Bei did not change his expression and slashed behind him.

With this slash, the space was slashed like paper, and blood splashed out.

Bang!

In the twisted space, the middle-aged figure in the mask flew out and hit a big rock hard, causing the big rock to split.

At the same time, the torrent of the sword light disappeared without a trace in an instant.

These torrents of sword lights are illusions!

Mu Bei looked at the middle-aged man in the face mask: "Stop playing such tricks in front of me."

He was already in the perfect position to control the illusory sword intent, and was only half a step away from the sword domain. It was a joke to use the illusion in front of him.

He walked towards the middle-aged mask.

The middle-aged man in the mask stared at Mu Bei and slashed out with a fierce knife.

With this slash, the space was cut, and a dazzling sword light instantly rushed to Mu Bei.

Mu Bei waved his sword and slashed it, tearing the sword light.

But the middle-aged mask had disappeared from the spot.

Mu Bei put away the Red Phoenix Sword.

Hei Qilin said: "With your current ability, he shouldn't be able to escape, right?"

"He didn't escape successfully, how could I follow the clues to find their teaching site?"

North Mudao.

All the members of the Ye Palace were cruel enough. They had self-destructive patterns buried in their bodies in advance, which was difficult to suppress. Even if they suppressed the inquiries, with the ruthlessness of those people, it would be difficult to ask anything.

He could only make the other party think he had successfully escaped, and then he followed behind him in secret before he could find out the base of this lineage.

An assassination organization stares at him all the time, just like a time bomb buried around him, which always makes him uncomfortable. He must find the teaching address and take it away in one fell swoop.

The black Qilin was stunned, and then said, "Old Yin, you really have it!"

Mu Bei laughed: "Wisdom! This is wisdom!"

As he said that, he disappeared.

The great art of nothingness!

He hid in the dark with the great technique of nothingness, and he followed the middle-aged man from the mask from afar.

Thirteen hours later.

When middle-aged, I came to an ordinary village. The village covers a considerable area and has hundreds of thatched huts.

In the village, scattered villagers were walking idle.

On the edge of the village, several old hens chased crickets, and further afield, several big aries were gnawing grass.

When middle-aged men walked into the village with their masks, the villagers immediately looked over.

"how?"

An old man in a civilian squatted in the distance, wiping a silver-wood crutch.

The middle-aged man in the mask said: "Defeat!"

The villagers' eyes moved slightly, and even if they were middle-aged, they would not be able to use masks?

The old man in a civilian did not raise his head and continued to wipe his crutch: "It seems that only those above the Qingtian Realm can succeed. Don't move for the time being. I will go there in person. Now, the palace master and his left and right are in seclusion in the ancestral hall. You are so lucky to guard it, don't have any accidents!"

The villagers nodded together and looked at the village ancestral hall, showing awe.

There are not only the palace master and the left and right envoys there!

It was also at this moment that a voice sounded: "You have old arms and legs, so you don't have to go there, I'll deliver it to you in person."

Mubei walked into the village.

The steps are very leisurely.

Everyone in the village looked at Mu Bei together, and their pupils suddenly shrank!

Especially the middle-aged man with a mask, his face was extremely gloomy and he stared at Mu Bei: "Follow me!"

Mu Bei smiled slightly.

He glanced at the village: "Who would have thought that the base camp of the Night Hall would be such an ordinary small village. In a sense, it was really hidden."

Hundreds of people in the village walked out one after another, staring at Mu Bei with a ferocious and gloomy look.

The old man in a commoner stood up and looked at Mu Bei with a cane: "Young man, you are so brave. You dare to follow him all the way. Do you think that with that gourd, you are completely invincible? You are thinking too much!"

"Although the gourd is powerful, your cultivation is very low. You may not be able to exert its peak power, right? Chasing here like this is commendable, but it is very stupid!"

He slowly walked towards Mubei.

A powerful aura spreads.

The seventh realm of the sky!

At the same time, a blood-colored barrier emerged outside the village, which instantly enveloped the entire village!

Everyone in the Ye Palace sneered: "This is called catching a turtle in a jar!"

Mu Bei was stunned and said, "Did you always regard yourself as a turtle?"
Chapter completed!