Whoosh!

The luck Gu shook and immediately turned into a stream of colorful light, disappearing into the void at an incredible speed.

"No, my fifth level Gu! Poof!"

When Pan Yin saw this scene, he finally couldn't hold it any longer, his vision went dark, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Damn it... the people of the Holy Fire Cult have always been violent and domineering."

Qi Baiyu harnessed a ray of light and felt fierce in his heart: "If I get the chance to condense the Nascent Soul, I will have to pay you back ten times and a hundred times!"

He is a late-stage alchemy monk who comes from a small sect nearby.

The strange changes in the mysterious realm of the valley were quickly discovered by the disciples and reported to the ancestor of Jiedan.

Then he came to check it out in person and confirmed that it was an opportunity in a secret realm. He got into a chaotic fight with the other monks who came over.

Immediately afterwards, the Holy Fire Cult's spirit ship flew in.

This person made a quick decision and escaped into the secret realm, thus escaping a disaster.

Qi Baiyu flew all the way and had some chance to harvest a few spiritual objects and Gu insects, but these were obviously not enough for him to condense the Nascent Soul.

He was anxious, and before he knew it, he came to a dark swamp.

"There seems to be something wrong here..."

Qi Baiyu looked solemn, looked at the protective aura around him, and held a fourth-level defensive talisman in his hand.

This was a life-saving item that he spent a small amount of his fortune on at a big auction.

There is no life left in the dark swamp, which seems to contain terrible dangers.

But Qi Baiyu kept talking about finding wealth and wealth in danger, and still went all the way.

Finally, he came to a relatively solid dark land in a swamp, and saw a dark stone tablet in the open space.

The stone tablet seems to have been broken, and only half of it is left, with several ancient words on it.

"The God of Grains...Immortal...Xuan Ni" Qi Baiyu said unconsciously. The next moment, his spiritual sense began to warn wildly. He did not hesitate to tear the fourth-level defensive talisman in his hand - Lieyang True Fire.

symbol!

A bright sun emerged and enveloped him.

Under the true fire of this blazing sun, any evil spirits will have to retreat!

Qi Baiyu let out a long sigh, thinking of his almost obsessed state just now, he couldn't help but call out his natal magic weapon Qingxin Bell with awe.

This magic weapon contains Nine Pure Mysterious Sounds, which can stabilize the mind of monks and is very effective against inner demons.

Holding the Qingxin Bell in his hand, Qi Baiyu couldn't help but sigh.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt a pain in his chest!
Chapter completed!