This cloud pocket is the high-level magic weapon Xiangyun pocket that Lu Ping harvested in the monk's cave on Feiling Island. This magic weapon is not only very fast, but also very effective in concealing the monk's aura.

About an hour later, Lu Ping's consciousness fluctuated and he noticed some situations under the sea. He saw the water rising up on the sea, and a pale monk wearing a special magic weapon suddenly appeared on the sea.

The monk looked around and found nothing, so he lit a transmission note. After a while, more than twenty rays of light suddenly appeared on the sea in the distance, reaching the sky above the sea area in the blink of an eye.

More than twenty monks in the middle and late stages of hemolysis were revealed. The monk who had been investigating earlier stepped forward and said to a leading monk in the late stage of hemolysis: "Senior Brother Zhao, Huang Piaoling and other three junior brothers should have died here. The opponent's hands and feet were clean.

It didn’t leave any flaws, it should have been besieged by the enemy with absolute superiority and it fell.”

Senior Brother Zhao nodded and said: "Recently, the True Spirit Sect has increased its control over the buffer sea area, and the number of patrolling monks has greatly increased. It is rumored that there are monks from the True Spirit Sect pretending to be casual cultivators in the buffer sea area to track down our whereabouts.

Two days ago, a group of monks under Zhou Weilong encountered a purge by the True Spirit Sect, and all five monks were wiped out. Now that Junior Brother Huang and three others have fallen, it should be the fault of the True Spirit Sect."

A monk behind Senior Brother Zhao stepped forward and asked: "Senior Brother, what should we do in the future? Should we return to our sect?"

Senior Brother Zhao sneered: "Return? We haven't completed the mission of the sect, and we are still waiting for punishment. After we go back, not only will the family be affected, but we will also have to take care of the sect's miscellaneous things and be despised by others. Junior brothers, can you bear this insult?"

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The monks behind us all had angry expressions. Senior Brother Zhao continued: "Only by completing the sect's mission of disrupting the Zhenling Sect's buffer zone this time, we can not only wash away our charges, but also earn honor for our family and ourselves.

Respected by the monks of the sect."

The monk who asked the question before continued: "So, senior brother, how should we deal with the encirclement and suppression of the True Spirit Sect?"

Senior Brother Zhao said: "Let's go back to our hometown first. This time, we are not the only ones who pretended to be pirates and attacked the monks in the buffer sea area of ​​​​the True Spirit Sect. Moreover, compared with the criminal monks sent by other sects, our scale is not large.

, we are not the ones most afraid of the True Spirit Sect’s purge.”

The monk wearing a water jacket said in surprise: "Is it possible that senior brother wants to join forces with other monks from other sects to deal with the suppression of the True Spirit Sect? Isn't this a bigger goal?"

Senior Brother Zhao said with a smile: "What's wrong with that? This time Zhou Weilong summoned all the cultivators who have sneaked into the True Spirit Sect to gather on Wuming Island. Isn't that just to talk about this matter?"

The monk who asked the question before pondered for a moment and said: "Brother Zhao, the Xuanling Sect has always been arrogant. Zhou Weilong's fight during this trip to the Nameless Island is probably to integrate the forces of the various sects and let him take command."

Senior Brother Zhao said with a smile: "Isn't that just right? Let him take the lead in dealing with the Zhenling Sect's encirclement and suppression. Wouldn't it be safer for us, but it's just a pretense."

While the monks were talking, they had already landed on a small coral island, but no one noticed that in the distant sky behind them, a white cloud floated left and right, but always adorned their path.

Looking at the small island in front of him, Lu Ping thought for a moment and decided not to alert the enemy yet. Instead, he would wait for Senior Brother Zhao to meet up with the Xuanling Sect's punishing monks before notifying the sect to catch them all.

A monk waiting to be punished? Lu Ping was surprised that something that had not been rumored before actually existed.

Each sect has a long history and has its own strict reward and punishment system. Some monks who have committed serious crimes are often organized by the sect to complete some secret tasks. These monks are the monks who have committed crimes. If these monks who have committed crimes have completed their tasks, the sect will naturally pardon them.

For their crimes, they can restore their identity and even win honor. If the mission fails or is exposed, the sect will not recognize the identity of these monks and leave them to fend for themselves.

The Cui Cui monk is actually a sect of dead warriors who deal with some secret and difficult matters.

Lu Ping was waiting for Senior Brother Zhao and others to attend the pirate gathering convened by Xuanling Sect Zhou Weilong. At the same time, he had notified the monks of his sect using the sound transmission sword about what happened here.

Lu Ping took advantage of this time to take inventory of the storage bags of the three monks in the middle stage of hemolysis. They were worthy of being dead warriors of the sect. The three storage bags only contained magic weapons, a total of 10,000 spiritual stones and a few bottles of elixirs in the middle stage of hemolysis.

There was nothing, and Lu Ping couldn't find anything valuable to determine the identity of this group of monks.

The sword light flashed across the sky, and the talisman in Lu Ping's hand flashed with brilliance. He took the sound-transmitting magic sword into his hand, but Liu Xianchang's voice came from inside: "Monitor closely, notify in time, encircle and suppress at night, pay attention to safety."

It seemed that the twenty monks supported by the sect this time should be led by Liu Xianchang, and Lu Ping couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

In the evening, three figures left the small coral island and flew quickly toward the northeast.

Lu Ping didn't dare to get close and followed closely from a distance. Fortunately, the concealment effect of Xiangyun Dou was pretty good. Lu Ping also used the "Hiding the Sky and Crossing the Sea" to further block his own aura. Xiangyun Dou also slowly darkened with the sky in the evening.

And changed its own color.

The Wuming Island is located in the northeast of the Zhenling Sect's buffer sea area. Lu Ping watched Senior Brother Zhao and three other people fall into the Wuming Island, and then recorded the location of the Wuming Island in the Sound Transmission Sword and sent it out.

Lu Ping saw that there was no movement at all on the dark Nameless Island, so he urged Xiangyun Dou to slowly approach the Nameless Island, wanting to find out what was going on.

As soon as Lu Ping landed on Wuming Island, he heard a burst of applause. Lu Ping turned around and saw Senior Brother Zhao and a man in his thirties walking over.

As the man walked, he clapped his hands and said to Lu Ping: "Your Excellency, you are so brave. With a cultivation level of the third level of Hemolysis, you dare to break into the nameless island. The True Spirit Sect still thinks that I can't wait, and actually sent a monk at the early stage of Hemolysis to track me and others.

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While they were talking, more than a dozen monks gathered around Lu Ping. Each of them was in the middle stage of hemolysis. The five leading ones, including Senior Brother Zhao and the man, were in the late stage of hemolysis.

Lu Ping's heart thumped. It seemed that he had been discovered by the other party. Lu Ping's mind was racing. The most important thing now was how to break out of the encirclement and save his life, so he calmly asked: "How did you discover me?"

Senior Brother Zhao smiled and said to the man next to him: "I'm ashamed. If it weren't for Senior Brother Zhou Weilong's reminder, I wouldn't have known that I was being followed, and I almost missed the important event of the party."

The man who spoke earlier was Zhou Weilong from the Xuanling Sect, and he said modestly: "Actually, we have just received the news that a monk secretly sent by the Zhenling Sect to the buffer sea area has discovered our whereabouts and has followed him.

A group of people came towards the nameless island where we were gathering, so we made arrangements, but to our surprise, Senior Brother Zhao was followed."

Senior Brother Zhao smiled awkwardly, and Zhou Weilong continued: "I'm afraid the Wuming Island has been exposed now. The purge monks from the True Spirit Sect will probably arrive soon. Senior Brother Zhao's brothers from the Shuisha Pavilion are now in danger on the coral island."

Already."

Senior Brother Zhao's face turned pale for a while, and then he looked at Lu Ping, who was surrounded in the middle, with a murderous look on his face.

When Lu Ping heard Zhou Weilong's words, his heart moved and he asked: "Who gave you the news?"

Zhou Weilong smiled contemptuously and said, "Do you think I will tell you?"

Lu Ping naturally knew that he was asking in vain, just to delay time. It seems that Liu Xianchang has already rushed to Wuming Island.

Zhou Weilong seemed to have seen Lu Ping's plan and said with a smile: "Our six sects gathered in secret. Except for Ling Ruoming, the Linggu sect's junior brother who accidentally fell into the Zhenling sect's trap and was surrounded and suppressed two days ago, the other five sects in charge were all

Here, we need to change places as soon as possible, but before leaving, we should send this brave True Spirit Sect disciple away first."

Amid the roars of laughter from everyone, Lu Ping was the first to take action, and now there was no room for hesitation.

Seeing Lu Ping dancing his pair of flying-wing swords into a wave of swords and rushing towards the two monks in the middle stage of Hemolysis in the east, Senior Brother Zhao from Shuiyan Pavilion, who had lost many of his junior brothers, laughed viciously and said: "A turtle in a urn, where can he escape to?

"

Senior Brother Zhao held up a pair of small copper hammers and chased after Lu Ping. The other leaders of the various factions in the late stage of hemolysis all looked at Lu Ping with a smile as he struggled to fight despite being trapped.

Lu Ping turned around and threw an object at the pursuing Senior Brother Zhao. Zhou Weilong's expression changed and he said: "Senior Brother Zhao, be careful, it's a talisman!" At the same time, several other late-stage monks also took action to help Senior Brother Zhao resist the talisman.

s attack.

A burst of flames rose from the surface of the talisman thrown out by Lu Ping, a chirping sound was heard, and a huge fire phoenix rose into the sky and swooped towards the hurried Senior Brother Zhao.

Several high-level magic weapons soared into the sky, helping Brother Zhao block the fire luan. After a few back and forth, the fire luan was scattered into sparks. The five late-stage monks looked at Lu Ping again, only to find the two who had previously blocked Lu Ping's path.

In the middle period, one of the monks had his magical weapon crushed by Lu Ping's flying wing sword and suffered internal injuries, while the other fell to the ground and passed out. Lu Ping had already fled, leaving only his back.

The five of them looked at each other, and Zhou Weilong smiled and said, "I didn't expect this kid to be so capable. Those flying swords are pretty good, I want them."

After saying that, the five people jumped into the air and chased in the direction of Lu Ping, and the other mid-term monks also followed suit.

As soon as Lu Ping came out of Wuming Island, he heard the sharp sound of breaking through the air beside him. Without thinking, Lu Ping threw out another jade talisman. This was the only talisman left by Lu Ping, and it was also the most powerful forged elixir.

A talisman made by a monk on the third floor.

A dull sword light swept across the sky, and the five late-stage monks behind them stopped in horror, and they all used their own methods to jointly resist.

The power of this sword light was even more powerful than the previous Huo Luan. When everyone finally blocked the sword light, there was no trace of Lu Ping on the sea. Instead, he used secret techniques to rush out from one side to block it.

One of Lu Ping's Xuanling Sect disciples stood there in a daze, looking at the downed magic weapon on the ground and letting blood flow from the corner of his mouth.

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Chapter completed!