Most of the storage bags of the Zhuji Monk did not have any good things, Bai Yi sensed it slightly, and after putting away the thousands of spirit stones, all the eighteen storage bags were thrown into the big mouth of the candle flame.

"Thank you, master!"

Candleflame slapped the horse with a hippie smile and chewed it twice before burrowing back into the spirit animal bag and checking his harvest.

He had wanted a storage bag for a long time, and this time he got nineteen at once, and Candle Flame smiled for a long time, and then when he remembered that he couldn't open the storage bag before he didn't have a shapeshifter, he swallowed all nineteen storage bags into his stomach in anger.

Swallowing the storage bag is nothing, anyway, the candle flame eats everything, in Bai Yiwanzai's memory, except for, there is nothing that the candle flame does not eat.

Only demon beasts that have reached the sixth level of demon babies can transform into human bodies, and when they walk around in the human world, the candle flame is not even level four, and it is strange to open the monk's storage bag.

In the next three days, Bai Yi did not leave this small shop, he has been living here, since the first night there were more than a dozen uninvited guests, the next day no one dared to come, three days passed, the noisy town began to calm down, but the sword light flying to the depths of the Taiheng Mountain Range was endless.

Crying Blood Cliff, one of the three dangerous places in Taiheng, a desperate area in Qingzhou, every ten years, this dangerous place will usher in tens of thousands of cultivators, even if there are fourth-level demon beasts entrenched on the top of the cliff, they have to retreat silently after seeing such a large number of cultivators.

The Cry of Blood is a cliff with extremely steep terrain, and behind the cliff is a winding mountain path. On both sides are thousands of abysses, because the four sides of the Crying Blood Cliff are shrouded in blood mist all year round. It can be recognized from a long distance, and some monks under the foundation can see the blood mist in the Taiheng Mountain Range. will not hesitate to stay away.

Today's Crying Blood Cliff is different from the past, not to mention the foundation building monks, some bold Qi refining period cultivators will come, just to observe the battle of the spiritual veins that shook Qingzhou.

The rainbow-like sword light flew in the sky above the Taiheng Mountain Range, and at the end, there was a towering cliff shrouded in blood mist, and when a large number of cultivators gathered at the bottom of the cliff, there was no longer a demon beast around the blood cliff.

Perhaps the aura of a low-level cultivator could not deter the demon beasts lurking around. However, the terrifying aura of Jin Dan and the Yuan Ying powerhouse was enough to make all the demon beasts below the fourth level retreat.

In the open space at the bottom of the cliff, countless large and small magic circles have been erected, these magic circles have no ability to attack, and their only function is to block the bloody qi around them.

After all, it takes ten days for the spiritual vein dispute to end, and the elders or sect masters of the major sects need to wait here, and some disciples who will not participate in the competition can also have a place to rest.

In addition to the major sects. The cultivators also set up a magic circle, some people were still trading, and some people were planning to watch the excitement.

In the magic circle of the Cangyun Sect, not only the sect leader Li Wenfeng was there. Even the two elders of Wenwu were all gathered, and it could be seen that Cangyun had attached great importance to this spiritual vein dispute. Only the law enforcement elders were left in the sect, and the magic circle of the Hanyu Sect was close to Cangyun. Sect Master Lu Zimo and the other three Yuanying powerhouses were in the magic circle, all with solemn expressions.

The magic circle of the Seven Evil Gates was set up very haphazardly. Not far from Hanyu and Cangyun, there are five monks in it whose breath is at the level of Yuanying, four men and one woman, one of whom is Chen Chang, who participated in the three sects of martial arts, in addition to the four male monks, there is also a woman with a very outstanding appearance, a towering delicate nose bridge, and a pair of phoenix eyes looking forward to life.

The three major sects of Dapu are gathered on the left side of the bottom of the blood cliff, there are as many as twelve strong people in the Yuan Infant alone, on the other side of the cliff, the magic circle of the Lei family and the Mu family is very huge, the Mu family is headed by the slightly chubby family head Mu Zicheng, and the Lei family is led by a tall and thin old man, this person has the cultivation of the middle of the Yuan Infant, and is the contemporary head of the Lei family, called Lei Wanshan.

The cultivation forces of Dapu and Wuyue occupy the left and right sides of the cliff bottom, and in the middle of the position, the largest magic circle has been established, which is several times larger than the magic circle of Cangyun Sect, and there are as many as 10,000 cultivators inside.

The largest magic circle belongs to the Nanzhao Kingdom, in the magic circle stands a dragon head made of purple gold, not to mention the body, just the decorative dragon head, it is enough to weigh 10,000 catties, the dragon chariot sits on the top of a person, wearing a golden dragon robe, wearing a purple gold crown, a square face seems to be an ancient well without waves, exuding the breath of the emperor who has been on the throne for a long time.

Nangong Leng, the lord of Nanzhao, the powerhouse of Dacheng in the late Yuan Dynasty, in the entire Qingzhou, perhaps only the ancestor of the Mu family can be compared with this majestic lord of Nanzhao.

On both sides of the dragon head giant chariot, there were eight generals with golden helmets and golden armor, these eight people were not only powerful, but all of them were strong people in the Yuanying realm.

The eight kings of Nanzhao, the eight princes of Nanzhao, the status of these eight is so high, only under the lord of the country, the fiefdom of the eight kings not only does not have to participate in the battle for the city, but also gets a large number of cultivation resources every year, which is by no means comparable to the ordinary princes of Jindan.

Nine Yuan Babies can appear at one time, the strength of the Nanzhao Kingdom can be imagined, not to mention those Yuan Babies or Jindan powerhouses, just the monks of the Nanzhao Kingdom Foundation Building Realm, there are nearly 10,000 people, even if half of these people enter the transformation realm, it is a terrifying strength, if it is really ten thousand people to gather, then other Xiuzhen sects or families basically have no chance of winning, no wonder the Nanzhao Kingdom can win many times in the battle for the spiritual vein.

In Qingzhou, the strongest is Nanzhao, and under Nanzhao are the three major sects of Dapu and the two families of Leimu.

Bai Yi stood in the magic circle of the Cangyun Sect and roughly looked at the various forces involved in the spiritual vein dispute this time, and then he looked at the sect master of his own sect and the two elders of Wenwu as if nothing happened.

In Bai Yi's eyes, Li Wenfeng was nothing unusual, but the two elders of Wenwu looked a little weird, these two seemed to be too dull today, and Elder Wen's feather fan hadn't been shaken once for a long time.

The magic circles of all forces not only shielded the bloody qi, but also blocked the peeps of other forces, but Bai Yi, who was also in the magic circle, had already faintly noticed the strangeness of the Cangyun powerhouses.

Looking in the direction of the Cold Jade Sect, Bai Yi found that except for Lu Zimo, the four Han Jade Sect Yuan Infant powerhouses were all very silent.

"Giggles!"

A sweet laugh sounded at the bottom of the cliff, and the phoenix-eyed woman from the Seven Evil Gate said with a smile: "I haven't seen you for a hundred years, Granny Ji is still so tough, I thought you didn't have much life, and you have already returned to the underworld." ”

The ridicule of the powerhouses of the Seven Evil Sects caused the disciples of the Hanyu Sect to look at each other angrily, but no one dared to open their mouths to refute, because the other party's Yuanying aura had already been suppressed without fear, but it was blocked by the magic circle of the Hanyu Sect.

If it were in normal times, Granny Ji would have been furious when she was ridiculed like this, but today she was very quiet and didn't say a word.

Lu Zimo chuckled lightly and said, "Granny Ji's longevity still has a long time, so you don't have to worry about Elder Yao. ”

Maybe the other disciples didn't recognize the woman from the Seven Evil Sects, but Lu Zimo recognized that the phoenix-eyed woman was the only woman among the Seven Evils, known as Yao Qi, who was known as the Fire Evil.

Regarding the cold words of the Hanyu Sect Master, Yao Qi just let out a smug smile in disregard, and then glanced at Lu Zimo meaningfully.

The small episode that happened at the bottom of the cliff between the Seven Evil Sect and the Cold Jade Sect was seen by the other Yuanying powerhouses, but few people cared about it, but from the confrontation between the two of them, Bai Yi had already determined a major event that no Cangyun disciple could imagine. (To be continued.) )