C1190 (1/2)
Time flies. Half a month has passed.
Linggui mountain cave, which is the nearest to qianmomen, is only a hundred miles away. It is not a problem for Bai Xiaobei, who has a gas refining layer and owns paper cranes.
Controlling a blue paper crane, Bai Xiaobei is not in the mood to watch the scenery. He ignores the frightened flying birds around and flies to Linggui Mountain Grottoes.
The blue paper crane is a medium-sized flying paper crane, which can only carry about 300 Jin. Its flying speed is about the same as that of ordinary flying birds, but its quality is reasonable.
Otherwise, Bai Xiaobei is rich, and ordinary gas refining friars are not willing to spend 50 spirit stones. After all, such a blue paper crane can only be used several hundred times and then it is scrapped.
A golden sword light passes in an instant, and it is completed in a blink of an eye. This makes Bai Xiaobei envious. Soon he can have his own real flying sword, and it is also a middle-class flying sword.
Soon, Bai Xiaobei saw the gloomy Linggui Mountain Grottoes. From a distance, he could see the full-bodied ghost spirit. If it was not for the successful cultivation of Lingshu, Bai Xiaobei would not dare to get close to it.
”Gu Ya Zi, you cunt, you robbed on the way
With a roar, a monk with blue armor killed a pink sword light with a flying sword. He was actually a monk in the foundation period.
”Old wood, don't be shameless. You let this intermediate spirit ghost escape. What if I took it away? Go away, I don't want to be intimate with you
A delicate Chi, the pink sword light flies directly to the distance, obviously easy to see. It's unreasonable to run first.
”Bitch!!! Laozi's array plate has been broken by you, but you say you have escaped? ”
The old wood foundation monk was obviously angry, and his angry eyes turned red to the pink sword light. Obviously, he intended to wash away his shame by bullying him so much.
”Ah? Is that your plate? I thought it was a ghost's magic. I'm sorry. I'll go back and think about it. ”
Excuse me? Do you feel embarrassed? Bai Xiaobei couldn't help turning over the silver and looking at the old wood shaking violently, he silently blessed him with a sentence: ”don't be possessed by the devil...”
The effect is easy to see. The blue sword light collides with the pink sword light directly, and then flies quickly towards no man's land.
The strength of the two people is not much different, otherwise they will not be reckless flying sword collision, as for the final result, Bai Xiaobei is not qualified to care about.
When he arrived at the Linggui mountain cave, which was like a huge honeycomb, Bai Xiaobei jumped off the paper crane, collected the paper crane which turned into a thousand paper cranes, offered his own black inferior flying sword, and went straight into the cave.
”Hiss · ~ ~”
from time to time, strange sounds come from the crisscross caves. Since he has been here before, Bai Xiaobei knows that it is the sad sound made by the ghost wind sweeping the ghost crack stone.
After walking for a while, the crisscross caves become more and more chaotic, and there are more and more ghost crack stones, and there is a strong ghost gas around.
In front of him was a huge beehive of ghostly faces. With a gust of wind whistling past, he suddenly made a terrible sound of crying and howling. Even though Bai Xiaobei had been prepared, he was still frightened.
I used to come with several elder martial brothers. Naturally, I was familiar with the way. I ran into the ghost face honeycomb with quick hands and feet, and checked one by one. Although many monks have checked here, I don't know how many times, but there are a large number of low-quality ghosts and ordinary ghosts every day.
This ghost face honeycomb near the entrance obviously did not leave a ghost. After a long time of inspection, Bai Xiaobei had to give up, leaving a sensing stone, and quickly walked towards the deep.
”What about ghosts? It used to be a lot? ”
It took Bai Xiaobei half an hour to get to the area near the center of Linggui mountain cave. He was embarrassed to find that none of them had ever appeared.
A staggering figure came out of the central area. He took a pill in a hurry and ran outside quickly without looking at Bai Xiaobei.
”Senior brother of gas refining high level...”
Bai Xiaobei checked and found that the wounded friar was a high-level Qi refining friar, and he was also a senior brother of qianmomen. He quickly made way for him.
A few of the monk's body twinkles in the center, and then he looks back at the center of the room.
”This is the friars of the corpse driving sect. They all seem to be high-level gas refiners. How come they all gather here?”
The curious Bai Xiaobei also wants to go in and have a look, but when he thinks of his own strength, he can't even take a slap from them. He can't help but give up the idea and go to another small cave.
The small cave is extremely cold, and there is no shrill sound from the ghost crack stone, which shows that the spirits and ghosts in this cave are extremely rare and stacked, and many places need to bend down or crawl to get in.Bai Xiaobei estimates that most of the people who come here are high-level gas refining friars with good strength. Even if their strength is poor, they will come in groups. There should be few people willing to crawl.
After all, most of them don't think much of the dog's face.
Few people come in, that is to say, there may be some ghosts. Bai Xiaobei does not hesitate to drill into a small ghost cave, just like a loach, heading inside.