Under the white-clad scholar's lead, the Northern Mountain Academy's group left the herb garden feeling extremely depressed.
They only calmed their emotions after a long time.
After all, this group had Soul Tools. As long as they did not run into a strange person like Xiao Chen, they would be able to reap great benefits in the ancient city if they put in some effort.
Even if they ran into a Sovereign Personage, they would be able to hold their own without fear.
No matter what, he absolutely could not run into Xiao Chen.
"Senior Brother, where are we going now?"
The white-clad scholar replied, "We cannot remain in the southern city. We came from the western city. That leaves only the northern and eastern city. Let's go to the eastern city. As far as I know, not many people go there. With a Soul Tool, we can dominate! "
"Alright, I'll listen to Senior Brother."
The group executed their Movement Techniques and continuously leaped from roof to roof in the ancient city. As they rose and fell, they traveled a long distance.
These people were not weak. However, when they ran into Xiao Chen, they paled in comparison.
When the God Shadow Bow clashed with the Soul Tool, it completely countered it.
On a street in the eastern city, a white-clad monk looked at the item in his hand with joy on his face.
Just earlier, he finally walked out of the blood rain that no one dared to touch. Indeed, he had obtained a great fortuitous encounter in this dangerous land. It turned out that there was a drop of divine blood at the end of the blood rain.
This was a drop of Martial God essence blood containing a divine nature.
If one could refine it all, the benefits would be extremely startling. Unfortunately, even a Sovereign Emperor could not refine it all.
At most, one would have to spend more than ten years to slowly digest it. Otherwise, one might explode and die at any moment.
The white-clad monk knew his own strength. He only took a trace of this drop of divine blood and used it for himself.
Even if it was just a trace, less than one percent of the drop of divine blood, it still benefited the white-clad monk greatly.
Even so, Xiao Chen still received boundless benefits. His physical body and bloodline were thoroughly purified. There was also some Divine Might that merged with his Buddhist Might, making it even more wondrous.
"Someone is coming."
The white-clad monk looked up into the distance. A group of people quickly leaped from roof to roof appeared at the limits of his vision.
A Soul Tool?
The white-clad monk focused his gaze on the folding fan in the white-clad scholar's hand. With one glance, he recognized the grade of the folding fan.
However, this wasn't what surprised him. What surprised him was that this person had a trace of an aura that he was rather familiar with.
"The aura of an old friend."
The white-robed monk muttered to himself. Who was his old friend? Who was he?
Naturally, this person was the Black Lotus Church's only remaining Holy Son Ming Xuan. The Black Lotus Holy Venerate's death allowed him to break out of his cocoon and become a butterfly. His comprehension of the Buddhist Dharma improved further.
After making arrangements for the Black Lotus Church, Xiao Chen went to the Central Great Realm alone.
Treasure Path of Buddha Light!
The white-robed monk's hands moved, forming hand seals. Buddhist light gathered above the dome. In the next moment, a golden path was carved out, and the white-robed monk stepped onto it.
The golden path brought him along like an aurora movie, flying away. However, his clothes did not move in the slightest, and he looked rather calm and composed.
In just a moment, he appeared in front of the people from the Northern Mountain Academy.
"Where did this monk come from? Move aside, don't block the way."
The white-robed scholar looked at this monk. Although he chided him, he did not dare to underestimate this monk at all.
The white-robed scholar silently opened the folding fan in his hand, and the might of a Soul Tool encased the group.
The Holy Son Ming Xuan looked at the white-robed scholar and said, "I do not have any malicious intent. I just sensed the aura of an old friend on you. Who did you see earlier? I hope you can tell me."
The moment the white-robed scholar said that, he immediately became enraged. Being humiliated by Xiao Chen earlier was the greatest humiliation of his life.
How could he let others know? To think that this monk actually wanted him to say it the moment he opened his mouth. How could this be?!
An old friend?
Wait a minute. Could this person be acquainted with Xiao Chen and is his friend?
If I can subdue him, I might be able to recoup my losses from Xiao Chen. With this thought, the white-robed scholar could not help surging with a murderous Qi. "You do not have any malicious intent, but I do. Kill!"
The white-robed scholar gently waved the folding fan in his hand.
Immediately, the Confucian scriptures in the fan started chanting. A vast Righteous Qi gathered above the white-robed scholar's head.
"The might of a Soul Tool is indeed extraordinary."
The Holy Son Ming Xuan dodged by a hair's breadth. However, the fan's shock wave still struck him. The vast Confucian scriptures rang out in his ears, one word at a time. "Bang! Bang!
Bang! "
The Holy Son Ming Xuan's mind shook, and his Qi and blood surged. He vomited a mouthful of blood, and his complexion paled slightly.
"Don't blame me for being too ruthless. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for being acquainted with Xiao Chen and befriending someone you should not have!"
The white-robed scholar's attack succeeded, and his righteous Qi grew even stronger. He said seriously, "Life is like a dream, the curtain falls on prosperity."
The scene in the folding fan immediately changed, showing a hundred years of life. The curtain falls on prosperity, life is like a dream.
As the palm strike flew over, it looked like a dream. It was like real life was just a dream in the first place.
The Holy Son Ming Xuan smiled faintly and said, "So, you really do know an old friend. Black Lotus Secret Technique, destroy!"
The Buddhist prayer beads in the Holy Son Ming Xuan's hand instantly formed a horrifying hand seal. Buddhist Might surged all over his body, brewing horrifying energy.
However, it was like the calm before the storm. There were no energy fluctuations coming from Ming Xuan's body at all.
Only when the Holy Son Ming Xuan stretched out his hand did all his energy erupt at this moment.
"Boom!"
A black Buddha statue appeared behind the Holy Son Ming Xuan. Its eyes showed an expression of loathing for everything in the world as it shouted.
The tall building under the Holy Son Ming Xuan instantly turned to dust. The white-robed scholar bore the brunt of the attack. Before this Secret Technique, the Holy Son Ming Xuan appeared extremely petty, immediately getting blasted away. "Bang! Bang!
Bang! "
When the dust settled, everything within one kilometer of Ming Xuan was empty. No buildings could be seen.
The many Northern Mountain Academy disciples were blasted into pieces. Their mangled corpses littered the place.
"Boom!"
Ming Xuan's figure flashed. When he landed, he stepped on the chest of the white-robed scholar, who was struggling to get up.
A miserable shriek rang out. The Holy Son Ming Xuan remained indifferent. He said indifferently, "You are not the only one with a Soul Tool. Now, can you tell me what happened to you earlier?"
"I'll talk! I'll talk!"
The white-robed scholar said with some difficulty, feeling unbearable pain.
After the white-robed scholar finished speaking, the Holy Son Ming Xuan kicked the white-robed scholar into the air. Then, he said sullenly, "What a coincidence. However, I have an appointment with someone, so I won't be looking for you now." "Whoosh! Whoosh!
Whoosh! "
After learning about Xiao Chen's whereabouts, the white-robed scholar moved quickly. One hour later:
On a tall building in the ancient city:
"You are late."
When Ming Xuan reached the tall building, a mysterious person shrouded in scarlet shadows spoke to him indifferently.
This person exuded a strong evil Demonic Dao aura, a stark difference from the calm and peaceful Ming Xuan.
However, these two people with completely different auras ended up together.
"I was delayed on the way. The east gate was indeed difficult to reach. However, it should not be too late now."
The mysterious scarlet shadow person looked at the center of the ancient city and said, "It is not that easy for those undying old men of the Heavenly Lodging Palace and the four Rank 6 sects to break the restrictions. How surprising. Who could have thought that an ancient city left behind by a True God would appear in Desolate God Valley?! "
Ming Xuan looked at the center of the city, where a mysterious crystal core supported the vast Spiritual Energy in the city, controlling everything in the city.
That was a Divine Crystal.
A Divine Crystal that contained Divine Dao Energy. Even a Sovereign Personage would not know how valuable it was.
Only Sovereign Emperors, who surpassed Sovereign Personages, could understand a little about these existences that surpassed the Mortal Realm.
Divine Crystals held a fatal attraction.
Ming Xuan said softly, "To think that no Sovereign Emperors arrived. This is the most surprising thing. It looks like this ancient city is indeed appearing for the first time. The Heavenly Lodging Palace did not know what was in there, either. This is an opportunity for us. "
Xiao Chen did not know where the two got their confidence from, daring to barge into the center of the city. The Rank 6 sects and the Heavenly Lodging Palace's Sovereign Personages gathered there.
Everyone could tell that the center of the city had the greatest fortuitous encounter.
However, as long as one knew one's limits, one would not take such a huge risk by getting involved.
Inside the herb garden:
"Xiao Chen, there is a total of ten-odd Coiling Dragon Fruits of all attributes. This is a great harvest. The Coiling Dragon Fruit's effects are not much weaker than your Heaven Dragon Fruit, "Murong Yan said joyfully.
Murong Yan said joyfully. To think that the Coiling Dragon Tree could sprout leaves and bear fruit in a short time.
All of them were astonished by what they saw.
"Let's go. We can't stay here any longer," Xiao Chen said softly as he put away the Coiling Dragon Fruits.
"However, this Coiling Dragon Tree seems to be continuing to grow. Should we not wait a little longer?" Murong Yan asked. The Coiling Dragon Tree had already grown to three kilometers, but it had not given up. Clearly, it would bear more Coiling Dragon Fruits.
When Xiao Chen saw this, he felt that it was a pity.
If Xiao Chen had not given the Immortal Spirit Ring to Ao Jiao, he could have ignored that Pill Demon and directly collected this tree.
However, that was all he could do now.
"Let's go. Let's go to the city. I feel that there are even greater fortuitous encounters there."
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