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Not long after, the five people walked out of the cave.

As soon as the five people walked out of the cave, the scenery in front of them suddenly changed. A large amount of black fog rushed out, and from time to time there were sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling, and gusts of cold wind.

"Not good, the formation! We are ambushed." The middle-aged man's face changed drastically and he said in a lost voice. He turned his eyes and bowed his hands and said, "I don't know how we offended you, Taoist, please spare our lives, we are willing to hand over the property we have obtained."

"Yes! Please spare us!"

"Hehe, if we kill you, the property will still be ours? We can take whatever we want. You are trapped in the Mingshui Demon Ghost Formation, just accept your fate! Blame it on your bad luck!" A sarcastic voice came from the sky.

The middle-aged man turned pale, but soon returned to normal, showing a calm expression on his face, and said: "Fellow Daoist, aren't you afraid of being investigated by the Five Sects of the Great Tang for doing this? Fellow Daoist Li of the Fenghuo Sect and I are cousins. Why don't you let us go? We are willing to offer our property with both hands."

"Hmph, the Five Sects of the Great Tang are busy with their own affairs, so how can they have time to care about you? Is your cousin in the Fenghuo Sect so great? We just killed a group of Fenghuo Sect monks not long ago and got a lot of refining materials, otherwise we wouldn't have refined the formation flags to deal with you. We didn't live so freely before."

"Okay, don't talk so much to them, and kill them as soon as possible."

As soon as the voice fell, a large amount of black mist rushed out, and more than a dozen zombies with green faces and fangs jumped out of the black mist. In the front were two bronze-armored corpses, and they rushed towards the five middle-aged men with fierce eyes.

In addition to the two bronze-armored corpses, there were more than a dozen iron-armored corpses.

Seeing more than a dozen zombies rushing over, the faces of the five middle-aged men changed drastically.

They hurriedly used magic weapons to attack more than a dozen zombies.

The highest of their cultivation was only the middle stage of foundation building, and the highest grade of their weapons was only the middle grade spiritual weapon. They were OK against iron armored corpses, but copper armored corpses were no match. In addition to more than a dozen zombies, hundreds of ferocious ghosts rushed out from all directions and pounced on the middle-aged man and five others.

Outside the black fog, two men and one woman gathered together, each holding a black array plate in their hands.

The three people had evil faces and exuded a faint murderous aura. They had obviously killed many cultivators.

There was a burst of explosions in the black fog, and the people inside seemed to be breaking the array.

"Humph, a mantis trying to stop a chariot, overestimating one's own strength." The young woman in a black dress with a peach-like face sneered, pinched her jade fingers, and hit the black array plate with several magic spells.

At the same time, the two men each hit several magic spells on the array plate.

A shrill ghost cry suddenly sounded in the black fog, and not long after, several screams came out from it.

Half a minute later, the three of them retracted their spells, and the black mist dissipated. The middle-aged man and five other foundation-building monks fell to the ground, their bodies covered in blood and flesh, with some blood holes as thick as fingers on their necks or arms.

A dozen zombies stood aside honestly, with some blood stains on the corners of their mouths.

The young woman in black skirt offered a corpse bag and collected a dozen zombies.

The two men walked forward quickly to loot the property.

"It's only 70,000 or 80,000 spiritual stones. I didn't expect to meet a few poor ghosts. I wouldn't have set up a formation to deal with them." A man cursed.

"Hehe, if they were rich, they would have gone to Antai Market. The property is a little less, but if they do a few more, it's also a considerable amount. Now the five sects of the Tang Dynasty are busy with their own affairs, and it's just the right time for us to be free and happy." The young woman in black skirt laughed.

"That's right. The five sects of the Tang Dynasty are hiding in Antaifang City and can't maintain order. We should make as much money as we can now. If the order of the Tang Dynasty's cultivation world returns to normal, we will have nothing to do with it. Speaking of which, we should thank that Yuanying ghost cultivator. If it weren't for the Yuanying ghost cultivator who muddied the water, how could we live so comfortably."

"Yes! I heard that there are Yuanying ghost cultivators in the Tang Dynasty's cultivation world. I heard that evil cultivators from other countries have rushed to the Tang Dynasty. It seems that there are also high-level evil cultivators, but high-level evil cultivators are more cruel than us and often exterminate the clan."

"Anyway, it's none of our business. It's still early. Let's go to other places and do more while the Tang Dynasty's cultivation world has not returned to normal!"

The three put away the formation equipment, threw a few fireballs to burn the corpses, and disappeared into the vast mountains.

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Qingmangling is located in Huayang County and is named because the mountain resembles a giant python.

Deep in the Qingmang Ridge, there is a valley called the Death Valley by the locals. No matter whether it is a person or a livestock, once they enter the Death Valley, they will never be able to get out.

Ordinary people naturally don’t know that this Death Valley is the residence of the Wang family, a family of immortal cultivators. As for those people or livestock who break into the valley, they will be killed by the formation set up by the Wang family in the valley.

The Wang family naturally doesn’t care about the life and death of those mortals and livestock. It is an honor for those mortals to die under the formation set up by the Wang family formation master.

The Wang family has two Jindan stage cultivators. The highest cultivation level is Wang Mingxian, who has the cultivation level of the late Jindan period.

The most important building of the Wang family is the Qingmang Pavilion, on the third floor.

Wang Mingxian is talking to Wang Mingde.

"Second brother, all the branches and markets under the jurisdiction of the five sects of the Tang Dynasty have been closed, and the Antai Market has been jointly opened. Something has happened in the cultivation world of the Tang Dynasty. I think it is appropriate to exchange two foundation-building pills for a batch of high-year spiritual medicines. What if you can use them to enter the Nascent Soul stage!" Wang Mingde advised earnestly.

"There are not many foundation-building pills in the clan. If there are two more foundation-building pills, there may be two more clan members in the foundation-building stage. The main thing is that Li Mubai cannot deliver the goods immediately. It will take several years to deliver the goods. Who knows if Li Mubai is a liar? Forget it! It is not so easy to book high-level spiritual herbs." Wang Mingxian analyzed calmly.

"But how can you know if Li Mubai is a liar if you don't try it?" Wang Mingde advised unwillingly.

Wang Mingxian smiled bitterly and said, "Do you know how many foundation-building pills are left in the clan?"

"How many?"

"Less than five, do you still want to use two foundation-building pills to book spiritual medicines from Li Mubai?" Wang Mingxian said with a bitter smile.

Wang Mingde's face changed, and he asked in confusion: "What? How come there are only five foundation-building pills left? Aren't there more than ten?"

"Sixth brother's descendant used up three of them when he was trying to reach the foundation-building stage some time ago. Sixth brother died to save you and me. I promised him that I would take good care of his descendants. The other four were exchanged with fellow Daoist Ning for a top-grade spiritual weapon. You know, our Wang family only has two magic weapons, which are passed down from our ancestors. If the magic weapons were not very rare, I would not have exchanged three foundation-building pills for a top-grade spiritual weapon." Wang Mingxian sighed.

Wang Mingde suddenly realized, thought for a moment, and was about to say something when a loud noise suddenly came from outside, faintly mixed with explosions and screams.