As a terrible scream reached his ears, the delicate balance between the sea clan and the human monk was broken, and the shouts of killing suddenly rose, and the dazzling halo once again pierced the sky.

Suddenly there was a loud clanging sound, and the two sides were fighting again.

Ling Xian's pupils shrank, such a scene was really not in line with his expectations, he originally wanted to quietly look for treasures here, but now it seems that this wish is difficult to come true.

How can there be so many monks and sea tribes?

No matter how they break into this place, it will do more harm than good to themselves.

Meaning, there are more competitors.

It is impossible for me to search for treasures in an orderly manner.

Thinking of this, Ling Xian's face was extremely ugly.

"Sister, what do you have in mind?"

"Get out of here as soon as possible, and go find the abode of the Primal Infant Monk, or, the treasure house of the sect. ”

The voice of the Hundred Grass Fairy came to his ears, this plan coincided with Ling Xian's plan, as the saying goes, you can't have both fish and bear's paws, and when things have developed to this point, there is naturally a trade-off.

Since the judgment of the two was the same, of course Ling Xian would not hesitate, he held his breath and condensed, but he quickened his pace and quietly left here.

......

Ling Xian's face was extremely ugly, but at this moment, he didn't know that the real trouble was just the beginning.

Bixin Island.

This island is one of the strongholds of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance, and it is also very close to the forces of the Sea Clan.

Therefore, this island is also very lively in terms of the entire Yunxin waters.

Complementarity.

Immortal cultivators of the human race and the Sea Clan often trade in the market here.

It is not surprising that although the two clans do not like each other, they are not at odds with each other after all.

The Sea Tribes have many specialties, and humans also have treasures that they are proud of. Therefore, it is logical to set up a fang market and communicate with each other.

Zhao Nan is eighteen years old this year, an ordinary immortal cultivator on Bixin Island, who grew up here since he was a child, and was originally born poor. But he was accidentally discovered by an immortal master that he had a spiritual root, so he returned to the door and embarked on the path of immortals.

Unfortunately, his master soon fell unexpectedly in the course of a treasure hunting expedition.

Zhao Nan has no master, his cultivation is low, his age is young, and he is originally struggling in the world of cultivating immortals.

But that's right. However, this kid has a flexible mind, relying on the fact that he is a native monk and is familiar with Bixin Island, so he stays in Fang Market every day to guide those monks who come from afar.

Don't look at this as a small, inconspicuous errand job, occasionally meet a generous immortal cultivator, you can still earn a lot of spirit stones.

Zhao Nan's mouth is sweet again. Occasionally, when the other party is happy, he will give him a few words of cultivation.

Thereupon. This little guy relied on his own wisdom and hard work to cultivate to the eighth level of qi refining, and he was only one step away from the peak of qi refining, and he was even planning how to build a foundation now.

There are brains. Smart enough, able to endure hardships, and hard-working.

As a result, Zhao Nan's small casual cultivation relied on the geographical advantages of Bixin Island. It's hard to be in the world of cultivating immortals without help, and get nourished to the extreme.

It was a calm morning.

The sun is warmly sprinkled on the earth, the sea breeze is blowing, and the sound of waves is coming to his ears, Zhao Nan is in a very good mood, he is still waiting near the entrance of Fang City, looking left and right, looking for a suitable customer.

Don't underestimate this errand work, the knowledge in the middle is big, such as the art of recognizing people, which immortal cultivator is generous, and which guy will be stingy, these can be distinguished from some subtle small actions.

Therefore, he is not a person, he will take the initiative to step forward and lead him by running errands, always looking for someone who is bold and generous.

Zhao Nan is experienced in this way, so he is not in a hurry at all, just waiting there quietly.

Suddenly, a boom came to the ears.

The sound sounded like a thunderbolt in the sky.

Zhao Nan was stunned for a moment, and raised his head according to the sound.

Then I saw a long and narrow arc of light appear above my head.

"Spatial rift!"

I don't know who it is, let out an exclamation.

Then the voice attracted almost everyone's attention.

It was a huge arc of light dozens of zhang long, and a terrifying spatial power faintly escaped from it, and the monks and sea clans of Bixin Island all widened their eyes.

No one knows what it is.

But the news has been passed out at a rapid pace.

Only an hour has passed.

Rumble!

A violent wind blew from the sky, and then a dazzling rainbow was seen.

The wind galloped and flew here at an alarming speed, and the light converged, revealing a man in a red robe.

At a glance, this person could not tell how old he was, his hair and beard were bright red like fire.

"Red Flame Ancestor!"

The monks present all exclaimed.

This Chiyan Ancestor, but a well-known figure, not to mention his strange temper, as a casual cultivator, cultivated to the middle stage of the Yuan Infant, looking at the world, crisscrossing the present and the ancient, how many are there?

Its strength is unfathomable, even the Scattered Cultivation Alliance and the Five Great Sects, and it is not willing to provoke easily.

It's not that I'm really afraid of him, but the other party has nothing to worry about, and the major sects have a big business, if the other party really disregards his identity and does something to his low-level disciples, no matter how good your sect is, it will also be a headache!

Chiyan Ancestor not only has a strange personality, but also has a ridiculously high vision, and he actually came here after hearing the news, could it be that this spatial crack really hides a big secret?

Many monks and demon clans began to think, but the old monster of Chiyan didn't want so much at all, and after a burst of laughter, he turned into a rainbow and flew into the huge spatial crack.

Such a scene suddenly made the minds of the monks and demon clans who were watching on the side come alive.

"Big brother, look, the old monster of Chiyan has entered, will that arc of light be the entrance to some treasure cave, otherwise, how about we also go in to hunt for treasures?"

In some unnoticed corner, a skinny man with a thin figure spoke.

"But what if there's danger?"

The square-faced man next to him was holding the old man with a serious look.

"Big brother is too worried, as the saying goes, wealth and wealth are sought in danger, we are wandering in the world of cultivating immortals, we are afraid of danger, how can we get treasures?"

A disapproving voice came to his ears, and the person who spoke had a proud look on his face.

"Well, since everybody says so, let's take a chance. ”

Seeing that the brothers around him said this, the man with a square face couldn't hesitate any longer, otherwise, he would definitely be looked down upon by everyone, so he took the plunge and led a few people to fly away with that arc of light.

And at this moment, Bixin Island is gathering thousands of monks and sea clans, of course, there are more than a few of them who have the same idea, so in just a few moments, hundreds of people have entered this arc of light.

PS: This plot about the Phantom Moon Sect is by no means a simple copy treasure hunt, Phantom Rain has thought hard about a very good plot, but it has to unfold slowly, please wait and see, ask for a recommendation ticket! )