Chapter 128 Goal to return to Mingshan

A group of foundation-building monks and six great Jindan monks who had lost their cultivation were both standard lambs to be slaughtered, looking at the green tent with their eyes.

Mu Hongyu had long lost his previous arrogance, with tears on his face, and was depressed and full of annoyance.

Oscar thought she didn't have enough regret and guilt, and she deliberately muttered to the side, "Sometimes it's really important to have that thread. It's really better to have that thread on her butt if she takes off her naked, it's better to keep that thread on her butt, and it's exciting."

Mu Hongyu's eyes turned black and his blood surged into his throat.

The key is that the group of 170 or 80 monks who were slaughtered behind her looked at her back like swords.

These are all big mistakes she made.

The figures of Wang Dong and Saint Tianyao finally walked out of the green tent.

Mu Hongyu didn't dare to look at his master, nor did he dare to look at Wang Dong.

"Boss Wang will keep his promise and will not harm our lives, but in order to avoid the news spread too much, he will invite us to visit for a while and then let us return to the sect." Saint Tianyao did not say anything nonsense, and directly announced the fate of these lambs to be slaughtered.

Silently bear it.

Many lambs to be slaughtered even breathed a sigh of relief.

"Look at all these people, don't let them make any trouble, otherwise they may not be able to save their lives. This is the mess you made, and you must be responsible for cleaning up." Saint Tianyao came to Mu Hongyu and whispered.

Mu Hongyu reacted slowly.

Although the cultivation level of these monks is gone, it is not certain that some of them will have strange means that they do not need cultivation level.

But... Is it really a complete defeat?

She mustered up her courage and raised her head and asked the Saint of Tianyao softly: "Master, are we listening to this Wang Dong completely?"

"Either wipe your butt or offer chrysanthemums, which one do you choose?" Saint Tianyao was obviously a little unruly. He looked at her with a faint smile, "Besides cleaning up this mess, is there a second choice?"

Mu Hongyu wanted to cry again.

"When you cannot just take it alone, you must find a way to get a piece of the pie from others. Judging the situation is something that every monk should learn." Saint Tianyao looked at her and shook his head, saying this softly.

This sentence made Mu Hongyu feel for a long time.

There is no scenery to see in this ambushed depression.

The Wind Flyers were really understanding and organized and disciplined subordinates. They began to drive these monks to return to the mountains outside the ancestral hall like sheep, just like driving sheep.

Everything is ready, and it seems that only the spoils are left to count, and use the earth-pulling snail to collect Feng Shui treasures and put them into bags.

Wang Dong also wanted to see the legendary magic of pulling the earth-shaking snail.

But he had just followed a group of female Bardou warriors to the outside of the ancestral hall through the teleportation array, and something happened.

"Boss, it's bad."

Oscar rushed over a little furiously.

"What?" Wang Dong looked at this loyal subordinate strangely.

"We forgot one person, Yueguan! Boss, don't you want the results of our soul wandering for so many years?" Oscar danced and quickly explained the matter clearly.

The soul wandering of the Wind Fly tribes over the years has collected a large amount of external information and secrets, all of which are organized in the hands of the Wind Fly tribe who is like a librarian.

This person is also equivalent to Wang Dong's precious resource and a must-have object, but after being disrupted by the red-clothed little bird pond, he ignored this important winding man for a while.

This month, I lived alone in Huimingshan.

That place is also called Yanlan Mountain in the territory of the Wind Flying People. There is a plant called white-haired grass that releases white-haired smoke.

This kind of smoke makes the mountain area so that you may not be able to see the people coming from the other side.

In addition, Yueguan, who likes to organize information, is definitely a rare stranger, so the generation of Suifeng people also sent a bunch of Suifeng people to guard the Yanlan Mountain area to prevent anyone from disturbing Yueguan, so that he would not be happy if he was unhappy. One day, he would have a wrong mind and lose interest and do this job. There was really no such stranger in the Suifeng people.

Oscars are still very attentive in their work.

While Wang Dong and his group were dealing with the 170 to 80 invading monks, he still allowed 200 snails to continue their souls to wander and observe the movements in this small world to prevent major changes.

It is a coincidence that according to the reward of a snail man who was wandering back from his soul, a group of practitioners happened to attack Yanlan Mountain, and now the Yueguan has almost become a turtle in a jar.

"How many snails are there in your guardian Yanlan Mountain?" Bai Haiyi was a little confused when he heard this. "Did those monks also know that Yueguan has mastered a secret and fights with your snails troops, and they must capture him alive?"

"There are 500 people guarding Yanlan Mountain." Oscar explained quickly, "There are only dozens of monks who attacked Yanlan Mountain, but they have a few magic weapons in their hands, which seem to be able to be used continuously and does not consume their true energy. These monks should be the people from the six blessed places in Xiaohongshan Prefecture you mentioned. They should not attack Yanlan Mountain because of Yueguan, but because there is a kind of brain-shaped agate in Yanlan Mountain. This agate can be used to remember the light and shadow of the picture in the mind, and it is said that after grinding and swallowing, it can also have a certain effect in improving memory."

"Nightmare Shadow Dharma Crystal." Wang Dong raised his eyebrows and said the exact noun in the world of cultivation.

It is obviously this kind of magic crystal.

The effect of this kind of magic crystal to improve memory is very low, far less than other spiritual medicines, but recording the pictures that flash in the mind is awesome. Many times, a cultivator will have many insights when a flash of inspiration in his mind, but this kind of perception will disappear instantly, and even he can see flowers in the fog, which is slightest and impossible to remember. However, this kind of magic crystal can faithfully record many pictures that appear in his mind when the light of inspiration is flashing, and is particularly useful when comprehending classics.

Of course, in the history of the world of cultivation, many monks will use this kind of magic crystal to create some bizarre pictures, and even some amazing sequels of the Spring Palace Awards.

This kind of magic crystal is a rare product. Although it is impossible to be on par with spiritual materials such as Red Firefly Holy Water and Ruyi Gold, it can definitely be auctioned with amazing value and is indeed worthy of the siege of monks.

"Give me a specific sign."

Wang Dong simply began to arrange the teleportation array.
Chapter completed!