Chen Xinghe was muttering in his heart over and over again.

"Can the late-stage foundation-building cultivators be so powerful? They escape under the nose of the dragon's eye of the Golden Elixir Stage and even the Nascent Soul Stage, and they will run for more than 20,000 miles. When I upgrade to the late-stage foundation-building stage, my goal is this level. The monk will never be worse than the nun, right?"

There was a storm outside the crypt. Thunder Dragon felt extremely difficult when he saw the black aoy, so he hurriedly summoned the dragons to gather.

About half an hour passed, hundreds of giant dragons arrived, fireballs, lightning, rock thorns, and frost kept invading, and even more afraid of the light mist coming.

The dragon clan was very determined, that was to clean up the black aoi and forcefully open a pursuit channel.

I have to say that this stupid method works very well, forcing Yue Wuque to drag his broken body inward, and still chasing Chen Xinghe's smell to escape.

At this moment, Chen Xinghe had already penetrated two hundred miles underground, and looked at the crisscrossing gullies and grinning his teeth.

The map turns light red when it comes to brushing here.

This light red covers the entire area, and I don’t know if there are any gaps to drill.

It was not calm behind him, and Chen Xinghe quickly searched along the edge of the map.

You really don't know that there is no way out. It takes some effort to find a gurgling river.

This is the only small river here, which is safe and cannot wait any longer. He plunged into the water.

In this way, after walking along the river for more than 30 miles, Chen Xinghe stopped and did not dare to continue to go deeper.

The front is so purple that it is black, and there is a vast area of ​​water. The surroundings are so red that they cannot even paint the general geographical outline.

"If you have no place to go, just sit here and wait! Life and death depend on your destiny."

He sat deep in the bottom of the river, and waited for two hours, and his spiritual consciousness suddenly moved.

Yue Wuque came, looking miserable, but Chen Xinghe didn't dare to be careless at all. The other party was a cruel man who escaped from the siege of dragons. With such a feat today, the Sunset Hall should be praised forever.

"Haha, fellow Taoist is so leisurely!" Yue Wuque's laughter was murderous.

"Fortunately, why did Fellow Daoist Yue feel so embarrassed?" Chen Xinghe seemed to be relaxed all over, but in fact he had already prepared for a big battle.

"It's okay, it's just a minor injury! Why did fellow Taoist walk so urgently? I don't know how to get it?"

"There are still some gains. If fellow Taoists are interested, they can give up some of them, but gold coins are required to trade."

"Oh?" Yue Wuque was a little surprised: "You are actually willing to give up the things you have worked hard to dig?"

"What's the matter? If I could get gold coins, I wouldn't mind selling Jinglin grass to Xiong Dayue and the others. After all, it's enough for everyone to chew dozens of plants, and it's useless to chew more."

Yue Wuque frowned, feeling that she seemed to have overlooked something.

Could this little brat just go to collect Jinglincao? But why does it smell so strange? It obviously received help from imagination. Where is the so-called opportunity? If she said that the other party got something else, she sniffed it hard, and there was no other smell, only Jinglincao, which was even more surprising!

No matter how she wanted to break her head, she couldn't imagine that Chen Xinghe's focus was not on Jinglin Grass, but on the Nine Tribulations of Yellow Spring Art. These two are the ones that lead to the past and the future, and are indispensable.

Yue Wuque hesitated.

She originally wanted to seize the other party's opportunity, but the situation changed. The other party's opportunity was Jing Lincao, and she said that she could buy it by paying gold coins.

Since that's the case, is it really suitable to fight in this Jedi in this state? What's more, there are dragon clans outside.

After repeated weighing, Yue Wuque immediately extinguished his murderous intention, took out three gold coins and said, "You are very wise. I need three people to have a share of Jinglin Grass."

"I can sell you more for six gold coins, a total of 150 plants." Chen Xinghe calculated with his fingers: "This is based on the market price exchanged by silver coins. The key is that Jinglin grass is scarce and has always been priced but not at the market! When a fellow Taoist buys it, he naturally has to take it himself. If it is refined into a pill, it will make a lot of money."

"I didn't expect you to be good at doing business?"

"That's right, I am a businessman myself, and the capital I started from was bargained from the Ferry Service."

The speaker was unintentional, the listener was intentional, Yue Wuque said intimately: "Did this kid get his first pot of gold by relying on Jinglin Grass and then become a successful businessman?"

Chen Xinghe didn't want to start a war with Yue Wuque at all, because this old nun must have a strong backup plan, otherwise why would he survive until now?

His judgment was extremely correct. Zhuque was so calculating but was influenced by Yue Wuque. He unconsciously discovered the Tao, which shows that the Tao is deeply rooted!

In the end, the two of them were on guard against each other and actually reached a deal. Six golden treasures were put into pockets.

As for what Yue Wuque got when he entered the Dragon Tomb, Chen Xinghe had no idea! Now he does not lack points, holy grass, martial arts, opportunities, and time.

He needs time to grow, very, very need to practice, explore treasures, form evil, accumulate swords, and return to the world of fairy swords. Too many things to be put on the agenda, so how can I have the mind to take care of Yue Wuque?

The dragon clan is still clearing the way, but Hei Kui is not afraid of fire, thunder, or water, and it is very slow to clean it up.

In this way, the two sat at the bottom of the river to recover.

Something that annoyed the dragon clan happened.

The black sunflower in front is getting bigger and bigger, and each plant has the power to entangle the three-clawed green dragon. Although it will not be entangled to death, it will cause great trouble to the opening work.

All three-clawed blue dragons withdrew, gathered the four-clawed black dragons and thunder dragons, and continued to advance in the predetermined direction.

Two days later, just as these dragon clans were getting closer, bright borders popped up in front of Chen Xinghe and Yue Wuque at the same time, showing that the task was completed, Tianyuan Palace obtained the dragon soul crystal to replace the dark red sundial, held a ceremony to open the gate of the demon world, and suppressed the disciples of the four nearby sects.

At the same time, the bright red border made a "buzzing" sound, presenting the text: "The sixty-five thousand Huangquan monks were almost wiped out, and the number of people was reduced to 6,500. If the mission failed, return immediately!"

The text changes rapidly, and it says: "This failure will give survivors additional punishment, and the forehead will always be marked with blood and death marks. Returning to the underworld will immediately synchronize with the body."

"What?" Chen Xinghe and Yue Wuque stood up at the same time, shocked in their hearts.

He actually had to poke the survivor's forehead, and it was a permanent mark so that everyone could see it.

As the saying goes, a soldier can be killed but not humiliated. The alliance of the four families is really an excessive.

Yue Wuque clenched his fist and said, "Brand this seal in sync with the body. This is to chase us in the original world. This is a poisonous plan to kill us."

"Mom, I'm sorry, my ancestors."

Chen Xinghe directly started to curse. He was in a state of ease now and wanted to rush out to fight with the dragons so as to vent his depression.

The lure of enlightenment appeared, and we should have cheered when we returned, but because of the appearance of the blood-death seal, I believe that all the cultivators in the Yellow Spring are not happy.

"Blood Death Seal?" Yue Wuque touched his forehead.
Chapter completed!