Sun's journey to immortality

The ninth-level foundation-building monk turned a blind eye to the raging fire. His right palm flashed with layers of white and cold light, and he slapped the dantian on his abdomen fiercely.

After each slap, the monk from Qingxiao Sect's face became paler. After three or five strokes, he actually took out a silver-white spear from his dantian.

The spear was completely smooth, and apart from the occasional flash of cold light, it had no other characteristics. It was when the spear appeared that Sun Mingsheng shuddered, sensing a fatal crisis.

"If you want to take my life, how can you not pay a price?"

A sinister expression appeared on the face of the ninth-level monk. A stream of crimson blood mixed with pure mana was sprayed directly on the spear. A dark red monster light flashed away, and the entire spear turned into a phoenix. As a stream of light, it went straight to the vital part of Sun Mingsheng's dantian.

After issuing this all-out blow, the monk from Qingxiao Sect seemed to have completely given up any subsequent resistance. Faced with the incoming blazing fire and the nine-section whip, he did not even dodge at all. His eyes were filled with endless energy. A look of jealousy, but at the last moment he also showed a proud and sinister smile.

Sun Mingsheng didn't know the origin of this silver-white spear, but the threat it conveyed was real and not exaggerated in the slightest.

Before the spear came, Sun Mingsheng successively offered three second-level high-grade defensive talismans, one layer of yellow, one layer of blue, and one layer of gold, with three light masks firmly surrounding it.

"Click"

The layers of light masks did not seem to have any effect in front of the spear. At most, they only weakened the power of the spear body a little.

And at the moment when the spear and the light shield collided, bursts of white lightning fell overwhelmingly, directly acting on his body, causing a tremor and stagnation.

Fortunately, the quality of the three light masks was unquestionable. Sun Mingsheng took advantage of the time he had bought to restrain the erosion from thunder and lightning at the last moment, avoiding the vital points of his dantian, leaving a penetrating wound on his right abdomen. .

"Kill one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred, but it's all worth it to condense the golden elixir."

Sun Mingsheng ignored his own injuries, turned around and took the silver-white spear into his hand, sealed it with magic power and put it in his bag.

Then he jumped into the burning fire and took off the opponent's head and the storage bag from his waist. At this time, the battle of other monks had also come to an end.

"The battle is over, you all can do what you want, I'll take the first step."

After the battle, Laoshu, who was holding a snake-head staff, was the first to turn around and disappear into the wind and snow. The traces left behind under the cover of the special environment of the arctic ice field quickly disappeared completely.

Seeing that the battle is basically over, Sun Mingsheng will naturally not stop. After all, as time goes by, monks from the Qingxiao Sect may appear at any time. This is undoubtedly irresponsible and puts himself in danger.

In addition, if their identity information is leaked, an extra minute will give them an extra chance to exchange for silver jade soul silkworms and leave safely.

The most critical point is that there is no doubt about the preciousness of the Silver Jade Soul Silkworms. The Traction Messenger once said that five Silver Jade Soul Silkworms have been prepared, but who knows whether it is true or not. If the number of spiritual insects themselves is insufficient, naturally the sooner The more opportunities there are for exchange.

Therefore, after Sun Mingsheng left the battlefield, after a period of detour, he immediately turned to the general direction of Hongyafang City.

Hongyafang City is located in the central part of the Shen Kingdom. It belongs to the Qingshan Temple, the second largest sect in the country. It is about 30,000 miles away from the Arctic Icefield. A ninth-level monk who built a foundation moved forward with all his strength. It can be reached in three to five days after leaving the ice field.

"Who is it? Who is it? Who is it? Who dared to ambush me, a monk from the Qingxiao sect, two brothers from the same sect of Jindan, and six nephews from the late stage of Foundation Establishment? If I don't take revenge for this, wouldn't it be wrong for everyone? Do you think I, the Qingxiao Sect, can be bullied?"

"Immediately send an order to the sect to block the main channels leaving the Far North Icefield as soon as possible. In addition, all recent outsiders will be screened."

The leader of the reinforcements from the Qingxiao Sect was a late-stage Jindan monk. However, because he appeared a little late, most of the aura on the scene had dissipated, and there was no condition for tracking.

And since life and death are involved in the battle, various powerful methods naturally emerge in endlessly, which on the contrary further weaken the monk's aura.

"Senior Brother Gu, the four Golden Core monks on the other side acted very carefully and did not leave any traces."

After a stick of incense, the other two middle-stage Golden Core monks also came to join them with livid faces. Apparently, they did not find any traces left by the Golden Core-stage monks.

Along the way, Sun Mingsheng didn't care about his injuries at all, and only swallowed a few healing pills during the journey.

The traces left by the silver-white spear on the abdomen have not yet healed due to the power of lightning erosion.

"Once the Qingxiao Sect discovers traces of the battle, they will naturally not give up. They must leave the Far North Icefield in the shortest possible time, go to Hongyafang City to exchange for silver and jade soul silkworms, and find a secluded place to rest and wait for this storm. the disappearance of

Sun Mingsheng is naturally clear about the crisis he is currently facing, which is also the fundamental reason why he has been over-consuming regardless of his origin.

On a fairy mountain in the northern part of the Shen Kingdom near the Far North Icefield, several Golden Core Stage monks were having a heated discussion.

"Master Nephew Jia is the most favored descendant of our ancestors. This time he went to the far north ice field just to take the opportunity to find some spiritual objects, but he suddenly encountered a disaster. This was a carefully prepared murder."

"Brother, head, please quickly order the sealing of access to the Far North Icefield as soon as possible, catch turtles in the jar, and capture all the murderers. Only then can we be able to explain to our ancestors."

"Although the Qingxiao Sect is the largest sect in the Shen Kingdom, it is not invincible. The Arctic Icefield is not owned by the sect alone. Once it is blocked, it will probably cause public outrage."

"Public anger is terrifying. Does Senior Brother Zhao think that the ancestor's anger can be easily appeased?"

"Brothers, please don't blame each other. This matter should be confirmed by our ancestors. I'll just do it as ordered."

The head of the Qingxiao Sect did not make the final decision as before, but continued to refuse all matters to the ancestor of Nascent Soul. The meaning can be imagined.

The Golden Core Stage monks of the Qingxiao Sect had not yet reached an agreement, so naturally they did not completely seal off the Arctic Icefield at the first time. Sun Mingsheng and his five people also left smoothly and went to Hongyafang City.

"Senior, this is the Silver Jade Soul Silkworm. It is exactly the reward originally agreed upon. Please take a look at it, senior."

In the Spiritual Beast Pavilion in Hongyafang City, after the monks in the Qi Refining Stage examined the head, they handed over a jade box made of spiritual wood, including a spiritual silkworm about an inch long with a silver-white silk thread on its back.