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Forming a pill is not as easy as Cang Ling said.

However, with the talent of the Han family leader and the favor of the monks in the pill forming stage, the chance of forming a pill is much higher than others.

I can't envy this kind of opportunity.

As they spoke, they finally flew out of the chaotic island waters.

Everyone concealed their presence and continued to fly close to the water.

Not far away, everyone suddenly stopped and raised their heads in unison, staring at the distant sky with different expressions.

It was noon at this time.

The sun was shining brightly and there were no clouds in the sky.

The clear blue sky is as clear as water.

Directly south, where the water and the sky meet, there is a red cloud that is extremely conspicuous, covering a large area of ​​the sky.

The red clouds were rolling, and there seemed to be countless human-eating ghosts hidden inside them. From such a distance, Qin Sang could still faintly feel the terrifying aura coming from the red clouds, and couldn't help but feel palpitations in his heart.

This kind of red cloud is definitely not formed naturally in Yuncang Daze. The battlefield is right there!

"Please be careful."

Cang Ling reminded him, a ray of light lit up on his cassock, and then disappeared immediately, and his aura also converged to the extreme, hiding it perfectly.

Qin Sang secretly picked up the "Escape Spirit Jue".

After thinking about it, he took out another three-foot Qingfeng and held it in his hand.

This spiritual sword is the best one he has personally refined over the years of sword making. It is a top-grade spiritual sword mixed with cold gold, and its quality is among the best among top-grade magical weapons.

Qin Sang has refined swords countless times, but has only made one similar spiritual sword.

After years of squandering, Hanjin had been used up, so Qin Sang named the sword "Hanjin" as a commemoration.

However, the 'cold gold' is far inferior to the ebony sword, not only because the ebony sword is a magic weapon.

The difference between the two is not just in quality.

The ebony sword is Qin Sang’s natal spiritual sword!

The martial arts, the magical powers that come with the martial arts, and the natal spiritual sword are one, and all three are indispensable. The sword energy, thunder and magical powers must be used through the ebony sword.

No matter how high the quality of other spiritual swords are, Qin Sang will not be able to use the magical power of sword energy, thunder and sound, and their power is not as good as the ebony sword. Once the ebony sword is lost, Qin Sang's strength will definitely decrease sharply.

Although the ebony sword is powerful, it is not easy to use it blatantly in this situation.

The ebony sword is Qin Sang's natal spiritual sword. Although he can try to contain the aura of the ebony sword as a magic weapon in a short period of time, this concealment will not last long.

Especially in battle, once you are in a crisis moment and have no time to take care of everything, it is easy to expose your flaws.

Magical weapons are also precious treasures for monks in the elixir formation stage.

A foundation-building monk holding a magic weapon is, in the eyes of a monk in the alchemy stage, no different than a child holding gold and showing off in the market. Who can guarantee whether they will become greedy?

There are many monks in the alchemy stage on the battlefield. Once Qin Sang reveals a flaw, it is impossible to hide it from their perception, and what will follow is most likely to be a situation that is irreversible.

Therefore, Qin Sang had made up his mind not to use the ebony sword as much as possible. Even if he really had to, he would stay away from the battlefield and find a hiding place.

Or leave it for unintended purposes.

Qin Sang holds the Cold Gold Sword in one hand and the Yin-Yang Compass in the other. In the melee, the Yin-Yang Compass can work wonders.

Everyone else also got ready.

Qin Sang jumped to catch up with Cang Ling. The three monks in the late stage of foundation building were at the front, and the others followed closely.

Continuing to fly for a distance, the red clouds in the field of vision became increasingly clear.

This cloud group was extremely vast, covering almost half of the sky. Even Yuncang Daze was not immune. The water area was dyed crimson red, and the huge waves were soaring into the sky with astonishing momentum.

The clouds are billowing, like the red glow of the red sun as it approaches night.

The line of sight was blocked by the red clouds, and it was impossible to see who was fighting inside, how many people were on the battlefield, and which side had the upper hand.

Not knowing the situation of the battle, unable to make a decision.

Everyone was restless and anxious, and they had already greeted Pei Qin's eighteen generations of ancestors one hundred and eighty times in their hearts.

At this moment, a loud dragon roar suddenly came from afar.

I saw the crimson cloud suddenly split in the middle as if someone had struck a sword from the inside.

Then a faint blue sword light broke through the crimson cloud, and a swimming dragon pierced inside and outside the crimson cloud. The sword light was extremely sharp, and the aura between heaven and earth was enveloped by the sword light, transforming into a terrifying hurricane carrying thousands of sharp blades.

The crimson cloud was severely damaged by the sword light, but it was far from disintegrating.

Judging from its power, there is no doubt that there is a magic weapon inside the sword light!

Everyone was horrified by the sudden sword light.

The crimson cloud can compete with a magic weapon, is it also a magic weapon?

When two magic weapons collided, they couldn't tell which side had the upper hand, nor did they know which side to expect to win, because they had no idea who the owners of these magic weapons were.

Immediately, they discovered that the body inside the blue sword light seemed not to be a spiritual sword, but a needle-shaped magic weapon!

"It's Uncle Fang's magic weapon, the Heavenly Escape Needle!"

Qiao Jiang raised his hand and pointed at the sword light, his expression suddenly became extremely excited, "The Heavenly Escape Needle is Uncle Fang's natal magic weapon. Everyone in our Ethereal Sect knows it! Uncle Fang is fine, don't worry! "

After hearing this, everyone's anxious hearts finally felt a little calmer.

It was Uncle Fang who sent the monk surnamed Liu to the trade fair to ask for help.

Everyone was frightened by the tragic situation of the monk surnamed Liu, and they were afraid that Uncle Fang would be seriously injured and dying like him.

Looking at the terrifying power displayed by the Heavenly Escape Needle, Uncle Fang's condition should be okay. He was not seriously injured and running for his life in a hurry as they had imagined before.

Now that they have Pei Qin's help, the Xiaohan region can at least stabilize their position and not collapse at the first touch.

"Let's go! Get closer and take a look!"

Cang Ling gritted his teeth and sped up.

They were still far away from the battlefield. The clouds lingered and they couldn't see anything clearly. They didn't know what the real battlefield had become.

Qin Sang frowned slightly, glanced at Cang Ling's back, hesitated for a moment, and then jumped to follow.

The vigilance in his heart has been raised to the highest level.

Their speed was getting slower and slower, and they cautiously approached the clouds. Unfortunately, they still couldn't see anything. They could only hear the whistling sounds of spiritual power coming from the front.

Not long after advancing like this, Qin Sang's expression moved slightly, he suddenly stopped and waved his hand back violently.

Looking at Cang Ling and Fan Zhen, they were only slightly slower than Qin Sang, and they pressed the escape light almost at the same time.

The three people all looked at the water in front of them, looked at each other, and then their figures moved together!

In order to prepare for the upcoming battle, they had already rehearsed their formations, and they were in perfect agreement. Qin Sang and Fan formed on the left and right, while Cang Ling went straight forward, swept over a body of water, and surrounded the place.

The others looked at each other, not knowing what was going on, and stayed where they were without daring to move.

Without waiting for the three of them to stand still.

There was a "wow" sound and the waves splashed.

A black shadow shot out of the water like a sharp arrow. It was extremely fast and was about to break out of their surroundings in an instant.