A long, hoarse voice came to my ears.

"Return to Senior Shen!"

Master Wu Tan immediately bowed, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead, and responded:

"Master Black Owl killed two true elixir elders...and has escaped from the oasis's sphere of influence. He is a late-stage elixir-former who is more vigilant and good at counter-tracking. Our methods may not be able to catch up."

…

In the desert, a man in a bamboo hat puts on a yellow robe and blends into the desert.

He looked alert, restrained his aura, and flew towards the remote desert land.

"Hmph! Your Excellency killed the Poison Dragon Pond cultivator, do you really think you can leave in peace?"

A cold voice came from Jiugang Heaven, accompanied by the escaping light spiritual pressure of the Nascent Soul Lord.

"not good!"

The man in the hat froze, took out a fourth-level escape talisman, and ran away.

"You were targeted by Shen and you still wanted to escape?"

There was a strong wind on the clouds, and the billowing gray mist miasma was like a huge vortex, surrounding a powerful Nascent Soul monk.

The person who came was an elegant man carrying a medicine bag on his back and wearing a long gray dress. He was about forty or fifty years old, with a fair face and very little blood, giving him a sense of sub-healthy morbidity.

If the entire sky was not dark and filled with poisonous miasma, this person would appear to be a knowledgeable herbalist at first glance.

Shen Laoxie fell from the Jiugang Sky, used his spiritual consciousness and secret techniques to explore, and confirmed that there was only one person around, with a cold look on his lips.

"Hey! It's actually a puppet? How can it have the aura of a soul?"

When he carefully inspected the man in the bamboo hat, Shen Laoxie couldn't help but let out a sigh of surprise, showing a look of surprise.

This aroused his interest even more. Although the Qianji Sect in the two sects had some kind of spirit-dropping puppet technique, it was different from this situation.

Could it be some kind of forbidden technique where the monk's soul is combined with the puppet?

As his thoughts flashed, Shen Laoxie raised his hand and shot out a red-black poisonous light as thick as a pillar. Just the surrounding mist could make the Danjie monks panic and feel dizzy.

There was a "bang" sound.

The aura of the talisman on the man in the bamboo hat was instantly shattered. He tried his best to dodge, but was still rubbed by the red and black poisonous light and fell from the air.

The puppet's body was damaged and charred black, and a large amount of black smoke emitted from the watch case.

It is unimaginable how lethal it would be if it hit a flesh and blood monk.

The moment the puppet fell.

A voice with a bad tone sounded out of thin air:

"Shen Laoxie! Dare to hurt my subordinates? You must give an account today!"

On the sand dune hundreds of feet away, stood a middle-aged man in mysterious clothes with his hands behind his back, most of his body covered in a black cloak.

Shen Laoxie's pupils narrowed and his heart was shocked.

He investigated carefully while tracking.

There was obviously no third party around, so how could a person suddenly appear nearby?

What this means is self-evident.

It is impossible to do this in the early stage of Nascent Soul, at least in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, which is good at concealment.

As for the surrounding area of ​​Feng Yuan Kingdom, located on the edge of Daqing, the world's products and spiritual energy were barren, and it was almost impossible for the local people to give birth to the mid-Nascent Soul stage.

"Who are you?"

Shen Laoxie's expression was solemn, as if facing a formidable enemy. The Nascent Soul's mana surged in his body, and a translucent deep poisonous barrier condensed around his body, turning into a powerful shield.

The middle-aged Xuanyi in the field of vision is like a mysterious void, and under his spiritual senses, he is like an ordinary person.

"I am the helmsman of the Eastern Region Branch of the 'Qinglong Society'."

While the middle-aged Xuanyi was speaking, he held out a sea flag magic weapon, rippling with deep watery light.

"Qinglonghui... branch leader?"

Shen Laoxie felt a chill running down his spine and felt uneasy. Could he have provoked a mysterious and terrifying force?

"No! Early stage of Nascent Soul?"

It wasn't until the other party used his magic power to sacrifice the magic weapon that Shen Laoxie sensed Xuan Yi's true cultivation level in middle age.

Moreover, before reaching the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, in terms of cultivation and magical power, it is actually not as good as him.

Shen Laoxie secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help but feel angry and felt like he was being played.

They are all in the early stage of Nascent Soul, why are they pretending to be a big-tailed wolf?

…

In this short gap, the Qinglong Helmsman activated his magic weapon and took the lead in attacking.

The blue sea flag rose ten feet in the face of the storm, and in the deep water rippling on the surface, a vivid pattern of a water turtle emerged.

Boom!

The overwhelming waves, accompanied by the monstrous storm, formed a small ocean, swallowing up the desert area within the horizon.

"The vast ocean is filled with sand? It's just an illusion!"

This kind of large-scale tsunami magical power has little damage to a single target, so Shen Laoxie did not feel threatened. The water magic weapon cannot take advantage of it in the desert, which only increases consumption.

He waved his hand and held out a poisonous flag surrounded by miasma, which was the natal magic weapon [Ten Thousand Poison Flags].

call!

With a wave of the poisonous flag, a massive amount of miasmatic poisonous mist was swallowed up and enveloped for several miles, completely covering the vast ocean caused by the magic weapon of the sea flag, leaving no trace behind.

The poisonous miasma mist of [Ten Thousand Poison Banners] turns bones and melts gold. Once it seeps into the ocean waves, it will affect the latter's magical effects, such as water escape.

Therefore, if the level of cultivation is equal, if the fight lasts for a long time, Shen Laoxie's magical power will still have the upper hand.

"On the way back to the outer sect alliance, Wanlaoguai made a little maneuver, and it was a two-on-one situation."

Thinking of this, Shen Laoxie became very calm.

Lu Changan, who controlled the sea flag magic weapon, looked around the area shrouded in miasma, poisonous fog and tsunami, blocking out the outside world.

"Not bad!"

He nodded secretly, with a smile on his lips.

With the help of the cover of [Black Wind Cloak], Lu Changan could choose to attack just now.

However, Nascent Soul monks have strong senses, and the mana fluctuations at the moment of attack will be sensed by the opponent. Even if they gain the upper hand, they will most likely only seriously injure the target in the first place.

In that case, Shen Laoxie will definitely try his best to escape and it will turn into a "chase battle".

Once there is a chase, Lu Changan's identity and various methods will be exposed and seen by more informant monks around him.

In addition, there is also the factor of Nascent Soul leaving the body.

Positional warfare is different. Lu Changan used the sea flag to trigger a tsunami, covering his ears and eyes, and Shen Laoxie's [Ten Thousand Poison Flags] added another layer of barrier.

"Your Excellency, you are the helper invited by the Heavenly Master? Why doesn't that old dog dare to come here in person?"

Shen Laoxie's eyes flickered and he asked tentatively.

Feng Yuan Kingdom was remote and barren, and there were only a few Nascent Soul cultivators. He thought that he had not offended other comrades in these years.

"I, the helmsman of the Qinglong Society, will kill you today, there is no need for a second person!"

Lu Changan spoke proudly, patted the storage bag, and a ball of five-colored light flew out.

The cold and cold chirping of birds resounded above the two of them.

A five-color peacock with a wingspan of seven to eight feet, gorgeous and noble, hovers in the sky. The five-color light flows when the wings are waving, driving away the miasma and poisonous fog around it.

"Colorful Peacock!"

"No! Is it a fourth-level bird puppet?"

Shen Laoxie's expression suddenly changed, and he immediately patted the spiritual pet bracelet.

call!

The miserable green poisonous mist erupted, and with a powerful pressure no less powerful than the five-color peacock, a dark green poisonous dragon of more than ten feet rose into the sky, hovering around Shen Laoxie, watching out for the fourth-order peacock puppet in the sky.

"No wonder the fourth-level poisonous dragon spawned by the secret technique of poison refining dares to fight with me."

Lu Changan laughed and his expression became more cheerful.

That dark green poisonous dragon is similar to the fourth-level beast king of the war machine in the Beast King Valley. It was cultivated in a way that reduces life span and overdraws life potential, and has a high mortality rate.

It is precisely with such powerful help that Shen Laoxie does not need to panic even if he encounters two Nascent Souls, he can easily protect himself. He can also deal with the middle Nascent Souls for a long time.

squeak!

In the depths of the tsunami waves, an even more powerful earth evil force erupted, and huge rock thorns tens of feet high flew from the desert ground toward Shen Laoxie.
To be continued...