For a whole afternoon, a group of people visited from the top floor of the "Wind Vein Valley", layer by layer, and later, Master Cheng and Elder Gan were a little tired.

After all, the number of leyline traces in the other cultivation rooms was far inferior to Li Feng Xuexing and Emperor Yanzong, and the so-called third monster-level genius of Xuezang, Cheng Sect Master and the others thought that since Hong Geran had brought them here to visit, they would not find any clues.

In this case, there is nothing else to visit, but in order to make up for the previous gaffe, Master Cheng and Elder Gan are still patient, leading their disciples to visit, and they are very bored to visit.

In the evening, a group of strong men returned to the bottom of the valley, and there was still the lowest cultivation room that had not been visited.

In this regard, Master Cheng and others waved their hands again and again, claiming that they had seen it and there was no need to continue visiting.

Seeing this, Hong Geran nodded with satisfaction, and was ready to lead everyone away, and set up a banquet in the evening to entertain these strong men.

Suddenly, an innate powerhouse from the Dao Sect was surprised, pointed to a closed cultivation room, and said, "Why are the other cultivation rooms open, but this one is closed?"

When the words fell, the accusatory eyes of Master Cheng, Elder Gan Da and others all focused on this strong man, secretly scolding this guy for being really troublesome. With Hong Geran's more serious character, when he heard this, he would definitely have to open this cultivation room, and he would have to delay for a while.

Sure enough, Hong Geran raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's the matter? Why is this cultivation room locked, is there anything unsightly?" ”

The person who opened his mouth was covered in cold sweat, knowing that he had lost his words, and said that he didn't need to open it.

Beside him, Elder Bo hesitated for a while, and only then did he remember the reason why this lowest-level cultivation room was locked. It was two months ago, when Qin Mo came to the "Wind Vein Valley" to cultivate, he was specially assigned to that disciple's cultivation room.

Of course, the catty in this is nothing, and when you study it carefully, it is nothing. For two months, Elder Bo had forgotten about it.

"Tell Elder Taishang, the key to this cultivation room is lost, wait a minute, I'll go get the spare key. ”

Elder Bo hurriedly turned around, rummaged through the cabinets in the storage room, and after a while, took the spare key and opened the door of this cultivation room.

A group of people stood at the door, watched for a while, and saw that on the top of the stone room, there were only two semi-earth vein traces, and they immediately lacked interest, all of them were secretly said What is there to look at, it is just a disciple cultivation room with second-class middle and upper qualifications.

Elder Bo, as well as the two big men, also secretly breathed a sigh of relief, they were also worried that Qin Mo would make this cultivation room very dirty. Now it seems that everything is neat, and the boy is probably still clean, and he has placed a futon on the ground.

"Alright, old man Hong, let's go quickly! I'm still waiting to drink your treasured wine." Master Cheng urged, at this moment, he had deeply regretted his previous gaffe, so he was really bored to toss here for so long.

Hong Geran nodded, thinking that it was almost over, and turned around to leave.

However, when he turned around, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the futon on the ground, and Hong Geran suddenly felt a little unsightly. In other cultivation rooms, there is not even a futon, and an inner disciple with second-class middle and upper qualifications still has to sit on the futon when cultivating, which is obviously greedy for comfort, and it is difficult to become a great thing.

Thinking of this, Hong Geran's eyes moved slightly, and a dark energy struck out silently, eroding this futon into powder and scattering it.

However, the next moment, Hong Geran noticed that something was wrong, and there seemed to be some traces under the futon that had been shattered into powder.

"What's that?"

Nine out of ten of the people present were strong people above the innate realm, their eyes were like electricity, and they immediately noticed that something was wrong, and they saw that under the futon that had turned into powder, there were some traces, which seemed to be traces of the leylines.

"What's going on?"

Che Xinqian waved his sleeves, and the strong wind blew, blowing away the powder, and clearly showing those traces.

Suddenly, the atmosphere froze, and a pair of eyes stared at these traces, and it was difficult to move away.

Immediately after, everyone present gasped, and many people rubbed their eyes and counted those traces over and over again, for fear that they had seen it wrong.

One, two, three......

Traces of the thirteen leylines!?

......

In the evening, the Bone Rock Mountains in the fifth-level area of the "Swamp of Bones and Bones".

It was very cold here, a forest cold, and the bone rock was covered with a layer of blood-colored frost, revealing a strange blood-colored cold air.

In a deep passage, corpses were everywhere, and the wounds were very fresh, all of them had just died.

Among these deceased, they belonged to several sects, among which the masters of Lingyun Hall and Lingchuan Tower were the majority.

Bang!

A Lingchuan Lou disciple screamed and retreated, one of his forearms was cut off, blood spurted wildly, and he leaned against the bone rock wall, terrified.

In front of him, stood three young warriors, led by a sword-wielding young man.

Staring at this handsome young man, this Lingchuan Lou disciple's face was filled with an unbelievable look, he was a cultivator at the peak of the innate seventh stage, and among the disciples of the various sects in the "Blood and Bone Swamp" trial, he was definitely in the first echelon of strength. But he couldn't even catch this young man's sword, how could this be possible?

Say. Where are the people of my Thousand Yuan Sect now? You tell the truth, I will leave you with your whole body. Qin Mo spoke lightly and swept a pair of broken arms of this person, "Except for these broken arms." ”

"You ......"

This Lingchuan Lou disciple was furious, he was in the Lingchuan Tower, he was a genius in the top 20 inner disciples, and he had always been high. Now, he was cut off by a congenital kid with his arms cut off, and he still had a tone of life and death, what a humiliation!

"Haha......" The Lingchuan Lou disciple laughed miserably, knowing that he would die, he also let go, and said with a hideous face: "Do you want to know where those fellow disciples are?" No problem, let me tell you, it's in the deepest part of this Bone Rock Mountain Range, the question is, do you kid dare to go?"

"There, there are one-third of the martial artists of your Thousand Yuan Sect who participated in this trial. However, there are also several of our major sects, nearly a hundred elders at the peak of the innate peak, and the top geniuses in the sect, who want to wipe out your sect. ”

"The elders of the major sects, as well as the supreme geniuses, are different from us disciples. They all cultivate the top martial arts of the sect, equipped with supreme treasures above the Xuan level, and if they come out alone, they will not be inferior to you, a stinky boy. ”

"Boy, you are indeed powerful! Presumably, you are the leading genius of the Thousand Yuan Sect, but after all, you are too immature, and you are the cultivation of the innate stage. Do you dare to face so many top powerhouses......?

This Lingchuan Lou disciple laughed wildly, almost mad, and constantly stimulated Qin Mo with words, instigating him to go to the depths of the Bone Rock Mountain Range and let him go to his death.

Yan Shiyan and Zhou Yuanlie's faces were ugly, they didn't expect the situation to be so bad, in the deepest part of the Bone Rock Mountain Range, there were so many top powerhouses.

This Lingchuan Lou disciple was right, with the strength of the three of them, they would definitely be able to surpass nine out of nine trial disciples, but the elders of those sects and the top geniuses were different.

The martial arts cultivated by the top powerhouses of these sects, as well as the weapons and armor they held, were all first-class, far from being comparable to other trialists.

For example, not long ago, in the floating monument cemetery, the top masters of the Purple Sect and other sects gathered were this kind of powerhouses.

Yan Shiyan and Zhou Yuanlie asked themselves, each holding an earth weapon, which was enough to compete with such a strong man, but in the face of nearly a hundred such strong men, it was simply self-defeating.

In the cemetery, Qin Mo was able to defeat hundreds of top powerhouses, which was the work of the Tianjiao remnant soul of Yingsun City, and he was able to exert Dacheng's ground-level sword skills, and he could also urge the true power of the Yingsun Ghost God Armor.

When facing opponents of the same level, he can indeed be invincible, because it is equivalent to a peerless powerhouse suppressing the realm, and fighting with a low-level martial artist is not comparable at all.

But now, that Tianjiao remnant soul has passed away, Qin Mo is certainly amazing, and his combat power is above the two of them, but Yan and Zhou believe that Qin Mo can only compete with ten top powerhouses at the same time by relying on two earth weapons.

"Hahaha...... Kill me, go to the deepest part of this mountain range, your comrades are in danger, waiting for you to save them, and send them to death!"

This Lingchuan Lou disciple laughed wildly, his words were sarcastic, and he did his best to mock.

Bang!

The next moment, he was slammed to the ground, one leg bone was shattered, and the other leg was held by Qin Mo, dragged upside down, and walked towards the depths of the passage.

"I won't kill you, I'll take you to the deepest part of the mountain range, and see with your two eyes how I killed these despicable fellows. ”

Dragging this Lingchuan Lou disciple upside down, Qin Mo walked towards the depths of the passage, Yan and Zhou glanced at each other, both gritted their teeth, and followed at the same time.