I Practice Farming While the Rest Cultivates

The four rare treasures in the Jade Pond are:

A slender dark yellow incense stick is rooted in the black air at the bottom of the pool. Amidst the smoke, it seems to be spitting out a smoke lotus platform. On the lotus platform, you can vaguely see a Buddha statue sitting cross-legged, holding flowers and smiling.

A piece of black mud with an indefinite shape slowly absorbs the black air below. From time to time, vague and resentful faces emerge from the black mud, and then silently dissipate into the jade pond.

A delicate and small seal with Buddhist instruments such as vajra, Buddhist beads, wooden fish, and prayer flags drawn on all sides. Bursts of golden light emerged from the bottom, suppressing the black energy below.

There is also a small emerald green sword with a crystal-clear blade that exudes rich vitality and swims freely in the jade pond like a fish.

The four rare treasures all look extraordinary and of high quality.

The seven people, together with Lu Xuan, occupied a position respectively and worked together to break the restrictions that shrouded Yuchi.

The spiritual shield was crumbling, and the black energy at the bottom became even more arrogant.

There was a loud bang, and the spiritual energy shield shattered. In an instant, black energy surged, and precious light shone out.

Four rare treasures shot out from the jade pool with lightning.

Several people were prepared and used their own methods to instantly pounce on the treasures flying in different directions.

The short monk's arms were as soft and boneless as they were lengthened very quickly. He grabbed the small emerald sword. Before he could retract it back into his hand, a bolt of thunderous sword light came from the sword pill in front of Zhou Bingyu and struck him on a pair of weird arms. .

The hump on the hunchbacked old man's body suddenly rose up, a shrill baby cry sounded, and a green and black baby ghost appeared out of thin air, holding the small Buddhist seal tightly with his gray arms.

Seeing this, the old man's face lit up with joy. Just when he was about to summon the baby ghost back, a gray spiritual light shone on the baby ghost, causing it to pause in its movements and the seal in its hand to fall down involuntarily.

A red sword flashed like a sword, wrapped in dark yellow incense, and came to the elegant scribe.

He suppressed his inner excitement, harnessed the sword light, and rushed outside.

"Want to escape?"

The blood-robed monk sneered. Such high-quality blood food was enough for him to cultivate a blood-coagulated worm king. How could he be willing to let the elegant scribe leave?

The bloody light in the sky swept towards the elegant scribes, and there was a sharp hissing sound, which seemed to contain countless insects.

Among the four treasures, the first thing Lu Xuan noticed was the black mud oozing with resentful souls.

He guessed that the black mud was most likely used to cultivate spiritual plants, so his primary target was on it.

The moment Heini rushed out with many resentful souls, he used the fourth-grade wind and thunder sword to stop Heini among the lightning and flint.

"This treasure is mine!"

A rough voice came, and the burly monk who was half a foot tall stomped the ground. His tall body turned into afterimages, rushing towards the wind and thunder sword and the resentful black mud.

Without saying a word, Lu Xuan came to Hei Ni like a floating light.

With a thought in his mind, a deep black sword light emerged from the Fenglingjian. The wind started to thunder, the wind blew violently, and the thunder emerged, rushing towards the burly middle-aged monk.

The burly monk's body, which was half a foot tall, swelled again, and his black and blue muscles were like pieces of hard rock, directly blocking the incoming dark black sword light.

He has been immersed in body refining for hundreds of years. His physical body is incomparably strong, comparable to a fourth-grade magic weapon, and he is fully confident in blocking Lu Xuan's sword light.

But he still underestimated the power of the Wind and Thunder Sword.

Products produced by Guangtuan must be of high quality.

Forged from the Heavenly Wind and Thunder Stone, it contains powerful wind and thunder power and is among the best among the same level of magical weapons.

In addition, Lu Xuan inserted the Fengling Sword into the mysterious Yangxuan Sword Sheath and nourished it for many days, further improving its quality.

He also integrated the third-grade Xunlei Sword Pill that he had obtained previously with matching attributes into the sword body.

This makes the power of the Wind and Thunder Sword increase a lot again.

When he met the burly monk head-on, the sword light fell on his swollen body. The rock-like muscles were like tofu, easily cut open, and there was electric light jumping in the deep scars.

"ah!!"

The burly monk roared in pain, feeling the threat of the deep black sword light to his body. The flesh and blood squirmed deep in the scar, as if it had vitality, and he eliminated the sword light and pushed it out.

He originally thought that he could snatch a treasure from this monk who was only in the early stage of foundation building, so the trip was worthwhile.

Unexpectedly, this inconspicuous monk was hidden so deeply that he could easily cause huge harm to himself.

The blood surged in his mind, and the spiritual energy in his body flowed violently. The flesh and blood under his ribs and back shoulders squirmed, and four arms grew in an instant.

Six huge green and black fists rained down like rain, hitting Lu Xuan crazily.

"This is a bit difficult to handle."

The resentful black mud in Lu Xuan's hand disappeared instantly and was stored in the gluttonous sac, avoiding the huge fist that covered a large area around him.

"Although after practicing two body-refining techniques and devouring many body-strengthening spiritual fruits and treasures, my physical body is already extremely strong and should be at the same level as this transformed monk."

"Look at his crazy offensive. If you're not careful, you might get some minor wounds from bumps."

His figure was like a lone boat, floating up and down in the huge waves.

"It's better to resolve it as soon as possible."

The burly middle-aged monk was in the middle stage of foundation building. In order to get rid of it once and for all, Lu Xuan silently appeared in his hand with a red talisman.

It is the fourth-grade Sun Sword Talisman from the Sword-raising Gourd Light Group.

On the crimson talisman, a scorching sun suddenly expanded, and countless brilliant crimson sword lights shot out, attacking the six-armed monk.

In the monk's eyes, it was as if a scorching sun suddenly erupted, its rays of light engraved deeply into his sea of ​​consciousness, and his mind suddenly fell into a trance.

When he reacted, countless red sword lights were already in front of him.

The body that was half a foot tall was suddenly submerged in the endless ocean of sword energy.

The sword light dissipated, revealing the burly middle-aged monk.

He knelt down on the ground, his six arms hanging limply, and his body was covered with holes left by dense sword light.

Through the holes, one can see the burnt black muscles and organs in his body. The blood has all evaporated under the contact of the Great Sun Sword Qi, leaving only an empty shell.

A strange lantern quietly appeared in Lu Xuan's hand, with white bones as the handle and human skin as the cover. Countless dark red lamp spikes under the lamp base swayed gently like tentacles.

A ray of green light flew out from the burly middle-aged monk's heavenly spirit cap, and got into the soul-inducing lamp from under the lamp holder.

On the pale candle, countless ghosts and resentments were squeezed, the green light blended into the candle, and a face that was obviously stronger than the other ghosts appeared. Judging from the blurred facial features, it was somewhat similar to that of a burly middle-aged man.

Lu Xuan held the wind and thunder sword and came to the corpse of the burly monk. His spiritual power swept over it, and the monk's storage bag suddenly appeared in his hand.

Although the infinite sword energy set off by the Great Sun Sword Talisman did not attack the other monks head-on, the eyes of the other six were somewhat affected by the brilliant sword light.

The spiritual consciousness sensed the death of the burly middle-aged monk, and everyone was shocked.