The Way of the Immortal Master

No matter how strong you are now, it is only for a while. Meng Zhang thought to himself.

Although he was forced to lose, Meng Zhang was not in a hurry.

When he was in Dafeng City, he bought two fake third-order talismans from the black market.

False third-order talismans are of no use to Jindan real people, but they should be effective against fake alchemy monks.

Meng Zhang was about to take out the fake third-order talisman, but Jin Qiaoer did it first.

She took out a palm-sized animal skin, and after injecting her true energy, a burst of yellow sand flew in the sky.

The thick yellow sand rolled towards the skull, covering it all at once.

The skull struggled desperately, but it was difficult to break free.

As the disciple of Daoist Jindan, Jin Qiao'er has a lot of good things in her hands. There is absolutely no shortage of items such as fake third-order talismans.

Taking advantage of the skull being trapped by the yellow sand, the three of them immediately accelerated towards the distance.

The three of them listened to the sky-shattering roar coming from behind and the continuous bang, but they didn't look back, but ran away with their heads buried.

With the help of Jin Qiao'er's fake third-order talisman, the three of them finally escaped from danger and successfully escaped from the hands of ghost monks.

After escaping far away and feeling safe, the three of them stopped to rest.

In the sea of ​​death sand, traveling at full speed is a very energy-consuming thing. Compared with being outside, there are many inconveniences.

The three of them were resting while discussing what to do next.

With such a narrow escape experience, the three of them experienced the danger of the sea of ​​death firsthand.

For Meng Zhang, the spiritual marrow is related to his own path, and of course he will not stop because of this danger.

Jin Qiaoer was a little scared at first, and then felt a burst of excitement. She has already come here, and it is impossible for her to go back home alone.

"Ye Feifan, an old man, is indeed in the same group as the ghost cultivator."

Meng Zhang scolded severely, and then told the second daughter about his dealings with Ye Feifan.

As for Jin Qiaoer and the others, they also met Ye Feifan by chance before. When the two sides disagreed, they raised their hands.

Hearing that Ye Feifan sacrificed his own descendants to use blood parasitism, Jin Qiaoer was very angry when he arrived, but Jueying was full of disdain.

"So, the person in Ye Feifan's current body should actually be an ancestor of the Ye family."

"This kind of vicious old guy, with the help of ghost monks, is really difficult to deal with." Jueying said.

"Our ultimate purpose here is to seize the spiritual essence. As long as we can find the spiritual essence before Ye Feifan, there is no need to fight these ghost monks." Meng Zhang said his plan.

"But this group of ghost monks have already found here, and we don't know the exact whereabouts of the spiritual essence yet." Jueying said the difficulties everyone faced.

"I heard from my master that even monks of the Ghost Dao cannot act recklessly in the sand of death with great fanfare. Like the situation just now where a large group of people are dispatched to start a big war, I'm afraid it will be difficult for a second time in a short time .”

There are many inexplicable rules in the death sand sea, and outsiders can't figure it out at all.

Because of her master, Jin Qiaoer knew a little about these rules.

"For ghost monks, we don't have a good countermeasure. We can only be more careful. Once you find ghost monks gathering, you should avoid them early."

"As for finding the whereabouts of the spirit marrow, I'll figure out a way."

Meng Zhang didn't say what he could do, and Jueying and Jin Qiaoer didn't ask too much.

Cultivators always have many secrets, no matter how close the relationship is, it is not appropriate to get to the bottom of it.

Meng Zhang took his two daughters and returned along the original road, near the abandoned sand monster lair.

The three of Meng Zhang fled underground and came to the abandoned sand monster lair.

The sand monster lair is so huge that it is simply a huge underground city. The three of them randomly found a hidden corner and slowly meditated to recover.

Meng Zhang found an excuse to get along alone.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, calmed down for a while, and was about to start using Dayan God.

Counting chips floated around Meng Zhang's body. He kept pinching his hands and muttering words. He wanted to deduce the whereabouts of those sand monsters based on the traces in the sand monster's lair.

As soon as he started casting the spell, Meng Zhang felt that there seemed to be some kind of horror in the dark, and he was following some kind of clue to quickly pursue himself.

His heart trembled violently, and he had an intuition that if he continued to use Dayan's magic calculation, unfathomable disasters would definitely happen.

As a master of celestial secrets, Meng Zhang trusts his intuition very much. This is not a gratuitous intuition, but the ability to do it on a whim.

Meng Zhang quickly stopped casting the spell and withdrew all deduction.

Meng Zhang let out a muffled snort, and fell headlong to the ground, blood spurting out of his mouth continuously.

This is not only the damage caused by the backlash of the spell, but also a mysterious force in the dark, which was attracted by his secret technique and touched him lightly.

If Meng Zhang hadn't reacted fast enough to stop casting the spell in time, he might not have just been touched lightly.

It took a long time for Meng Zhang to recover. Start taking the elixir and slowly heal the injury.

Not only did the Tianji Technique not work, it caused him a lot of damage.

It is definitely more difficult to find the whereabouts of the spirit marrow if you can't use the secret technique to deduce it.

But Meng Zhang not only did not feel depressed at all, but his fighting spirit increased greatly. His temperament is that the more frustrated he becomes, the more courageous he will be, and he will never give up easily.

Not long after Meng Zhang failed to perform Dayan's divine calculation, there was a burst of gloating laughter in a corner of the death sand sea.

"Which celestial master who doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth dares to use the celestial art in the sea of ​​death sand?"

"Didn't his elders warn him? Or is he too arrogant and really doesn't believe in evil?"

"The current junior..."

Almost at the same time, Jin Li was patrolling a corner of the Death Sand Sea when a voice suddenly rang in her ears.

"Just now, a celestial secret master performed the celestial secret technique in the sea of ​​death sand. It not only alarmed the old ghost of the Qi family, but also stimulated that powerful person."

"The celestial technique performed by this celestial master is very interesting, and it brings an inexplicable sense of familiarity to the old man."

"Pay more attention to the surrounding situation, especially near the Heifeng Cemetery, and try to find that celestial master."

After listening to the instructions, Jin Li respectfully bowed to the sky, and responded with a "yes".

Then, Jin Li changed direction and flew towards the Heifeng Cemetery.

At this time, Meng Zhang didn't know that because he rashly performed Dayan's magic calculation in the sea of ​​death sand, he had already alarmed a remarkable existence.

Because of the serious injury in this accident, Meng Zhang had to spend a lot of time healing.

Before his condition was completely recovered, he didn't dare to wander around in the sea of ​​death sand.

Jin Qiaoer and Jueying's second daughter also stayed here with Meng Zhang, temporarily staying underground.

At least on the surface, the underground of the Death Sand Sea is much safer than the surface.

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