Diary of a Sturdy Immortal

Upon hearing this, the monk produced a compass-like spiritual treasure and threw it into the sky. He saw that the compass spiritual treasure instantly emitted a soft white light, covering the area.

After a while, the white light gathered at the place where the small bamboo seedlings were before.

Everyone in the Cheng family was overjoyed, with expressions of surprise on their faces.

"There is actually breath soil here!"

Chengxue'er sounded surprised and excited, and flew over to check.

The monk she called second uncle took back the compass path

“My compass is unmistakable!

It seems that this soil is destined to belong to our Cheng family,"

"No!"

Before he finished speaking, he heard Cheng Xueer scream,

His eyes were also directed there.

There was just a small pit there and nothing else.

Another monk from the Cheng family looked at Cheng Xing and said

"Will it be down there?"

"Yes! Otherwise, let me dig it up and take a look!"

Cheng Xing took out the compass again and checked it there.

"Strange, it should be here, how could it be,"

When he said this, his expression changed and he said calmly

"There's no need to dig. There was rest soil here before, otherwise my spirit treasure wouldn't show up. It's just that the rest soil was climbed before we came."

“Taken away by someone else?

Who could it be? "

After Cheng Xueer asked Cheng Xing's question, she continued without waiting for Cheng Xing's answer.

"Could it be the Lan family we met before?"

Another Cheng family monk said

"We met the Qing family monks before we came here, it might be them!"

Cheng Xing had a gloomy face, took out his flying sword, dug up a piece of the place where the little bamboo seedling had been, and put it away.

"Whether it's a monk from the Lan family or a monk from the Qing family, they would rather kill by mistake than let go!"

After the words fell, several other monks used water mirrors to transform the appearance of the Qing family monks they had seen.

"Just a few of them."

"Why is there Cheng Yinbao among them?"

The monk from the Cheng family who turned into a water mirror was stunned for a moment and quickly removed the portrait of Cheng Yinbao.

I thought to myself, I was careless!

This Orange Silver Treasure is Cheng Xing's son. How could he have transformed him so easily?

"this,"

Cheng Xueer snorted.

"He and Qing Zhirong from the Qing family have always been inseparable and inseparable. Naturally, they are together. I don't know why the two of them are so good."

After hearing Cheng Xueer's words, Cheng Xing's face became even uglier.

His son, he had told him many times not to associate with the monks of the Qing family, but he always refused to listen, which really gave him a headache.

After looking at Cheng Xueer who was speaking, she felt a little bit secretive in her heart.

After all, no matter how talented you are, you are still a junior. When you speak like this in front of him, do you really think that you can surpass him soon?

"okay!

Now we don’t know if those monks have gone far. If we want to go back, we might still be able to find them. If they get the soil before us, we will find out if they kill them. "

Several other Cheng family monks also nodded. In this secret realm, apart from distraction, they are also integrated. They are really not afraid of fighting at the same level!

As for those elusive ghost cultivators, they have already thought of ways to deal with them.

A monk from the Cheng family refined a magic weapon called Yixian Lian. This magic weapon can be used by several teammates.

After being tied to the hand, it will disappear, but the monk himself can still feel its presence.

As long as a ghost cultivator approaches, the string will automatically sound an alarm and become hot. In this way, the safety of the Cheng family cultivators is greatly guaranteed.

And a few more threads were obtained by Orange Silver Treasure and given to Qing Zhirong. In this way, the monks of the Qing family also knew about the existence of such a magic weapon.

In short, one word spreads to ten, and ten spreads to hundreds. Now the ghost cultivators in the entire secret realm are very difficult to deal with.

Especially after the death of the Ghost Emperor, the ghost cultivators here have lost their biggest support, not to mention those Buddhist cultivators who are watching covetously.

They are now waiting for the secret realm to be closed so they can continue practicing in peace. This generation of monks is too difficult.

A team of four monks from the Lan family were planning to turn back and see where the monks from the Cheng family had gone. There had been quite a lot of space fluctuations there before. It would be a pity if any rare treasure came to the world and they missed it.

He happened to be facing the monks from the Cheng family.

The Lan family thought that Jianxiu first said hello with fists clasped.

But the monks from the Cheng family didn't say anything and just started fighting!

"Fellow Taoists!

What do you mean?

Do you want to be an enemy of my Lan family? "

"snort!

It's just a late distraction, but it can also represent the entire Lan family?

Idiot's dream!

Hand over the soil and spare your life! "

"Xirang?!"

The Lan family swordsmen looked at each other in surprise. The Lan family monk who spoke first said:

"You guys must have made a mistake, we don't have breath soil on us!"

Cheng Xueer snorted coldly

"Isn't it true? We don't just believe what you say. Take your life!"

When the monks of the Lan family saw this situation, they secretly said, "Oh no!"

Among the monks from the Cheng family opposite there was a late-stage integration monk, but there was no integration-stage monk at all in their team.

In this case, being destroyed by the group is inevitable.

However, he still spread the news before being destroyed.

Lan Li looked very bad. With a sullen face, he crushed the sound transmission jade slip in his hand with a hard squeeze.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing him like this, Zixuan couldn't help but ask

"Lan Yu and the four of them have died!"

"Lan Yu and the four of them?

Who did it? Now that there is a thread of control, the ghost cultivator cannot easily get involved, how can he still do it? "

"It's a monk from the Cheng family."

Zixuan was really surprised this time

"Monk from the Cheng family?

Why are they? "

Lan Li waved his hand and took out the flying sword, then stretched out his hand to take Zixuan's hand.

"Walk!

The monks from the Cheng family probably found out that the soil had been taken away, and suspected that it was them, and that's why they committed the murder. "

Zixuan took his hand and put Feijian on it, and frowned after hearing his words.

"In this case, I'm afraid this news will no longer be kept secret, and there will be chaos in this secret realm again."

"Well! Let's meet up with Lan Xiang and the others first!"

"We collected ten Netherworld grasses. I don't know how many they collected. Although soil is rare, life-saving is more important."

Lan Li looked back at her, reached out to hold her hand, and asked with concern

"What, are you scared?"

Zixuan shook her head, thinking that his space also needed soil to advance. She wanted to say that her eyelids had been twitching recently.

But when it comes to your mouth, it becomes

"No, I'm just a little worried."

"Don't worry, everything will be fine with me. No matter what, we can just hide in my space."

After hearing what he said, Zixuan thought so and gave him a look.

"Are you looking down on me? Humph!"

Lan Li laughed when he was angry

"How dare I underestimate you, my wife is the most powerful!"

"Stop talking so much!"

The two of them were flying in one direction while talking. The jade talisman on Lan Li's waist suddenly lit up. When he saw it with his consciousness, his expression turned bad again.