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Their fingernails are slender and extremely sharp, and between their mouths, a set of sharp fangs are exposed. Terrifyingly terrifying.

With their legs bent, they jumped gently, jumping about a zhang high, and charged towards Wang Tianwen and the others.

The white mist rolled and surged, and from time to time there was a huge roar, and a burst of fire could be vaguely seen.

Two evil cultivators at the foundation-building stage emerged from the ground, exuding a cold and evil spirit from their bodies, with a lingering look of evil spirits.

There were more than a dozen zombies, two bronze-armored corpses, and the rest were iron-armored corpses.

The iron armored corpse is equivalent to the Qi refining period, and the copper armored corpse is equivalent to the foundation-building period.

Wang Tianwen and the three frowned, and they cast spells to deal with the zombies.

It seemed that they should have been discovered by evil cultivators.

Wang Tianwen didn't think much about it, he took out a metal ball and turned it into a huge golden armor guard.

As soon as the golden-armored guard appeared, the yellow light of his right foot was released, and he stomped **** the ground. A strong gravity suddenly appeared, and a dozen zombies let out a strange roar. It was very difficult for them to move a step.

"I'll stop these evildoers, and you will help Daoyou Yang get out of trouble."

As Wang Tianwen spoke, he took out a scarlet jade pen and gestured in the void. A scarlet firebird emerged out of nowhere, flapped its wings, and flew towards the opposite side.

The two companions threw out magic weapons and attacked the valley.

One after another, the red firebirds emerged one after another, rushing towards the opposite side with an astonishing high temperature.

Confucian monks usually use the four treasures of the study to attack the enemy, and some Confucian monks use poetry and songs.

The red firebirds smashed on the zombies, turning into a raging fire, covering the bodies of more than a dozen zombies.

The two evil cultivators at the foundation-building stage looked at each other, nodded to each other, and took out five, three black bone knives and two black bone swords, and aggressively slashed at Wang Tianwen.

As soon as the black bone knife and black bone sword approached Wang Tianwen ten feet, the golden armored guard opened his mouth and spewed out a large golden mist, covering the black bone knife and black bone sword. In mid-air, motionless.

Wang Tianwen sacrificed a red glowing poetry collection and recited the poems on it.

The words on the poetry collection suddenly brightened, and countless red words flew out, turning into dozens of red ropes, flying towards a dozen zombies.

More than a dozen zombies bared their teeth, roared up to the sky, and wanted to escape, but they felt as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on them, and they couldn't move.

The evil cultivators are not wealthy, otherwise they would not start with the business trips of the past. The defense and attack power of the zombies they refined are still far worse than those of the real magic sect.

The red rope tightly wrapped around a dozen zombies, with a muffled "puchi" sound, billowing flames wrapped around their bodies, and they made a miserable cry.

The iron armored corpse was directly burned into fly ash, and there was no **** left, and the armor on the copper armored corpse also showed signs of melting.

The two evil cultivators realized that something was wrong and wanted to escape. There was a loud noise in the air, and a red giant sword more than ten feet long shot towards them, aiming directly at the two of them.

They quickly took out a black shield and a small black umbrella to protect them.

Wang Tianwen's eyes turned cold, the magic trick was pinched, and the red giant sword shone brightly, easily breaking the defense of the two and piercing their bodies.

The collection of poems that Wang Tianwen offered was a high-grade magic weapon, with the addition of the third-order weapon refining material Lihuojing, which was extremely powerful.

After destroying the two evil cultivators, Wang Tianwen made a pinch, and the red giant sword circled and slashed towards the valley.

Boom!

With a loud noise, the white mist dissipated, and the red-robed old man and the others escaped from their predicament.

"I want to leave! I'll leave it all to the old man."

The red-robed old man opened his mouth, and a pair of red short rulers flew out, one blurred, one turned into ten, ten turned into one hundred, aggressively slashed towards several escape lights.

A few screams sounded, and several evil cultivators were pierced by the dense red ruler shadows and fell to the ground.

At this time, the two bronze armored corpses were also burned to fly ashes.

Wang Tianwen put away the puppet beast and the magic weapon, strode towards the corpses of the two evil cultivators, searched for their belongings, and put away the corpses.

According to the rules of Wanxiansi, Xie Xiu's corpse can be exchanged for contribution points.

There are five evil cultivators in the foundation-building stage, and their cultivation is not high. If they weren't trapped by the formation, the red-robed old man would have dealt with them long ago.

There is a cave in the valley. There are a lot of corpses piled up in the cave, and there are a lot of gold and silver jewelry, antique calligraphy and paintings, and many poetry dictionaries.

"Hey, this is a painting of eight horses painted by the Holy Master."

The old man in red robe was holding a cyan scroll in his hand and looked very excited.

There are eight running horses in the painting, vivid and vivid, and the signature is Lu Xi.

When Wang Tianwen saw the word "Lu Xi", his expression changed, and he asked, "Young Daoist Yang, isn't the painting sage Senior Wu? This eight-horse painting is really good, but it is signed by Lu Xi."

Wang Tianwen killed several evil cultivators before, and got a folding fan with Lu Xi's name on it.

The red-robed old man smiled and said, "Young Daoyou Wang, you don't know, the painting saint is just a title, not a person. Senior Lu Xilu was a great scholar more than a thousand years ago, ranked first among the Eight Sages in Meishan, and is good at Painting, the emperor sent people several times to invite Senior Lu to serve, but he did not agree. He lived in seclusion in the mountains and few people knew of his existence. The ancestor of the old man was Senior Lu's student and studied with him for a period of time. If not, the old man I don't know the existence of his old man. UU read www.uukanshu.com"

"Head of the Eight Sages of Meishan? Great Confucian? Is he a high-level monk?"

If it was a foundation-building cultivator, the emperor of the Dayan Dynasty would not have sent someone to invite him.

The red-robed old man nodded and said, "Senior Lu is a Nascent Soul cultivator and has no children and no daughters, but no one knows where he is sitting. Over the years, many people have made the idea of ??????Senior Lu sitting in the cave. If you don't find it, the old man won't know."

A young woman in a red dress smiled and said, "Senior Lu is a painting saint. Maybe he painted the location of Zuohua Dongfu on a certain painting and left it to someone who is destined. After all, he has no descendants."

"That being said, some people have tried it, but they failed. Among us, Daoyou Wang, Daoyou Li and Daoyou Sun are practicing the Confucian sect. This picture of the Eight Horses is for you."

The red-robed old man said generously that the Eight Horses were just a painting. As far as he knew, Lu Xi was just a poor scholar in the world before he stepped into the immortal world. There was an error in the detection of his spiritual roots, causing him two It was only when he was more than ten years old that he entered the fairyland. This eight-horse painting is obviously an early work of Lu Xi, and it is impossible to hide the location of his sitting in the cave.

Even so, after all, it is the work of the Yuanying cultivator, and it is still kept by the red-robed old man. After returning, I will find someone to repaint a few pictures.

There are a lot of corpses piled up in the cave, and the suffocating energy is so fierce. If you let it go, ghosts are likely to appear. They set fire to the cave, left the place, and returned to their lives.

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