But now, the Jade-faced Little White Dragon holding the fifth-grade magic weapon White Dragon Sword was not afraid at all. He was still hundreds of feet away from the opponent, so he stretched out his hand and shot out a seven or eight-foot-long, white dragon-shaped sword energy, which was like a thunderbolt and instantly chopped the opponent's thick shell.
Everyone heard a crisp sound, and the fourth-level monster Seven-Colored Poison Widow was cut into two pieces by the White Dragon's sword energy on the spot, and the colorful internal organs flowed all over the ground in an instant.
Seeing that his sword was successful, the Jade-faced Little White Dragon couldn't help but be overjoyed. He then said proudly: "So what if it's a level 4 monster? It's still vulnerable to my sword!"
"Brother Long, you're so awesome!" The younger brothers of Jade-faced Little White Dragon among the inner sect elites immediately followed suit and started to flatter him.
However, the two foundation-building monks looked at each other in confusion. One of them could not help but say, "My nephew, although your sword seems mighty, you actually relied on the power of a magic weapon, and you didn't show your own skills at all!"
"Being able to kill the monster is enough, why bother with any skills?" The Jade-faced Little White Dragon immediately said unconvinced.
The two foundation-building monks almost fainted when they heard this. The other one smiled bitterly and said, "You can't do without skills! For example, you just wasted a lot of things. At least tens of thousands of spirit stones were wasted!"
"Ah?" The Jade-faced Little White Dragon was a little surprised. After all, tens of thousands of spirit stones were not an insignificant amount to him. When he heard that he had caused such a huge loss, he hurriedly asked, "Not really, right?"
"Why not?" A foundation-building cultivator said with a wry smile, "The most valuable parts of the Seven-Colored Poison Widow are the hard shell on her back, the poison sac, the silk sac, and the inner elixir. Unfortunately, they were all shattered by your sword! If these things were still there, it would be no problem to sell them for 70,000 or 80,000 spirit stones!"
When Jade-faced Little White Dragon heard this, he was speechless with a guilty conscience. If someone else dared to waste like this, the two foundation-building cultivators would have scolded him long ago, but since Jade-faced Little White Dragon was of a different status, they did not dare to offend him too much, so they simply let it go and explained how to get all the materials from the Seven-Colored Poison Widow.
In the next few days, they found several monsters in this thousand-mile mountain forest, and almost everyone had fought with monsters. Among them, the Wushuang Sword God made the same mistake as the Jade-faced Little White Dragon. In his excitement, he used his Wushuang sword energy to shred a level 4 monster into pieces, wasting a rare good skin and inner elixir, which almost made the two foundation-building monks die of heartache.
Only Hong Ying performed the best, she only used an ordinary flying sword to easily kill a fourth-level monster, and left an intact corpse, which won praise from the two foundation-building monks.
On this day, after everyone had tried their hand, it was finally Xiaopang's turn to show off his skills. Everyone else got up early, washed up, and set off directly. They flew slowly along a large river, searching for suitable monsters with their spiritual sense as they went.
After walking for about two hours, they found nothing. As the sun was about to reach its zenith, they wanted to find a place to rest and have lunch. But at this moment, the faces of the two foundation-building monks suddenly changed, and they simultaneously looked toward the western sky.
The others saw this and immediately knew that they had discovered something, and they also hurriedly looked over. A moment later, everyone saw a golden light, swaying and flying from the very far sky. It was obviously a sword light, and it was a sword light controlled by an extremely high-level cultivator. However, the opponent seemed to be injured, and the injury was very serious, which caused the sword light to be scattered and unstable.
The other party seemed to have just noticed Xiaopang and his group, so he immediately descended from the clouds and disappeared upstream.
Seeing this scene, almost everyone present was excited. A high-level monk who was seriously injured and could not even control his sword steadily was undoubtedly a godsend treasure for them walking in the vast mountains.
20,000 miles away from Xuantian Villa , and it can barely be considered as the sphere of influence of Xuantian Villa. If this person is a senior of our sect, then rescuing him will definitely get a lot of rewards. If he is from another sect, then taking the opportunity to kill him and snatch the treasure will definitely not be a problem. After all, the other party broke in first, and besides, it is easy to destroy the body and cover up the traces in this desolate mountain. As long as you keep your mouth shut, who can know about this?
There are countless monks in Cangmang Mountain, and there is no law between them. As long as they get the chance, I am afraid no one will refuse such unexpected wealth! Especially if the other party is a high-level monk, the magic weapon he carries with him can be very tempting. If they don't pick up this bargain that comes to their door, I am afraid they will feel guilty.
Thinking of this, the two foundation-building monks and the disciples began to exchange impure glances. Only Hongying was inexperienced and didn't understand this kind of twists and turns. So she was the first to jump out. She couldn't wait to say, "It seems that a senior was seriously injured. Let's go over and take a look!"
"That's fine!" A foundation-building cultivator immediately said with a smile, "If it's a senior from our sect, we can help him right away!"
"What if he is not a senior from our sect?" The Jade-faced Little White Dragon immediately asked nervously.
"That would be a bit troublesome. This place is the sphere of influence of Xuantian Branch. If we encounter someone of unknown origin, we will have to take him back to our sect and leave it to the elders to decide!" said another foundation-building cultivator calmly.
"What if he resists?" the Peerless Sword God immediately asked.
"Hehe, then for the sake of our sect's safety, we have no choice but to be rude!" The foundation-building cultivator then looked at the disciples around him with great meaning, and then said, "Do you understand?"
"Disciple, we understand!" Everyone immediately showed an understanding expression.
Only Hongying didn't understand. But she was too lazy to talk nonsense and directly mounted the Cloud-Stepping Tiger. While flying, she said anxiously: "Stop talking nonsense and save people quickly!" Seeing this, others also followed.
Everyone followed Hongying and flew for a while, and soon arrived at the place where the golden light disappeared. They found that there was an ocean there, and a high cliff formed a spectacular waterfall. The surrounding scenery was very empty, and there were no dense plants to hide people. Everyone searched around for a while, but apart from finding a few drops of blood, there was nothing else. The injured seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.
Everyone gathered together again in surprise. A foundation-building cultivator suddenly asked, "Could it be that the other party has used an invisible magic weapon to hide?"
"No, I used the spell of seeing through invisibility to investigate, but didn't find any clues!" said another monk.
"Then why did he disappear?"
"Will he use the earth escape technique to hide in the ground?"
"Idiot, how can a person who can't even fly the simplest sword be alive if he hides in the ground? Does he want to be buried alive?" No one in the group of young people was convinced. They all expressed their opinions and argued endlessly.
The little fat guy, who had been silent the whole time, looked at the waterfall hanging high in the distance and suddenly said softly, "It is said that the bigger the waterfall, the more likely there is a cave behind it!"
As soon as Xiao Pang said this, everyone fell silent. A foundation-building cultivator said in surprise, "That's right. That guy was seriously injured, and he is very likely hiding in the cave behind the waterfall!"
"What are you waiting for? Let's go!" Another foundation-building cultivator said impatiently. As he spoke, he took the lead and flew towards the waterfall on his sword. Seeing this, the others hurriedly followed.
The waterfall was just a few miles away, and for these cultivators, it was only a matter of seconds. When they arrived in front of the waterfall, a foundation-building cultivator stretched out his hand and cast a spell, diverting the water of the waterfall to one side, revealing a cave that was three or four feet high. The most important thing was that there was a pool of blood at the entrance of the cave, which was unusually fresh.
Seeing this scene, everyone present was overjoyed. Another foundation-building cultivator immediately ordered, "Everyone, be careful and alert. Those with magic weapons go in front, and the disciples in the back row follow in order!" As he spoke, he casually showed a black mirror-shaped magic weapon, and joined another cultivator, the Jade-faced Little White Dragon, and the magic flying sword of the Peerless Sword God. The four of them walked side by side and carefully explored inside.
Hongying was unwilling to be left out and followed closely behind. The remaining disciples hurriedly caught up and lined up together. Xiaopang was left at the end, but he followed Hongying closely so as to protect her at the critical moment.
Such a group of people, with magic tools and magic treasures, shone brightly, illuminating the cave. When they walked in, they found that the cave was really not small, about 50 to 60 feet high and 70 to 80 feet wide, very wide. The ground under their feet was not so tidal, but rather dry, and there was no peculiar smell.
After walking a dozen steps, they found two or three bloodstains, which showed that the other party was seriously injured and kept vomiting blood. After walking a few more steps and turning a corner, they soon found the other party at the end of the cave.
This person was covered in blood, and his face was covered in blood and stains, so his features could no longer be seen. However, there was no sect logo on his Taoist robe, which showed that he was most likely a casual cultivator. As for his injuries, they could only be described as horrible.
This man now only had one right hand intact, and his left leg was broken at the knee. The wound was smooth, as if it had been cut by a sharp weapon. His right leg seemed to have been burnt by fire, and his calf had long disappeared, leaving only the charred thigh, which was still emitting wisps of black smoke. His entire left arm was gone, and even a piece of his shoulder was missing. The broken end was uneven, as if it had been bitten off by some ferocious beast.
In addition, he had several wounds on his upper body, with his chest cut in all directions, bloody and bruised. The most serious were the two small wounds, which were obviously penetrating wounds. One was in the middle of his chest, almost piercing his heart, and the other was in his Dantian acupoint. Blood was still gushing out.