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Chen Xianger has accumulated a lot of credit for catching corruption and instigating rebellion in the past few years. She has many eyes and ears in the northern Xinjiang. During this time, Ximen Feng has been contacting monk Jiedan to save Wang Mingren, but naturally she can't hide it from Chen Xianger.

Her feelings for Wang Mingren were very complicated. She wanted to kill Wang Mingren. When she learned that Wang Mingren was trapped in Zihuoyuan, she was really happy, but she would not be happy soon. She imagined that if When Wang Mingren died, she would become very boring, and Ximen Feng still had a child to keep her company.

Over the years, she has transferred her hatred of Wang Mingren to her work, turning grief and anger into strength. She treats those disciples and enemies who have made mistakes as Wang Mingren. Seeing them begging for mercy, she has an indescribable feeling in her heart. Carefree, if Wang Mingren died, who would she hate? Love who? The whole person lost the motivation to live.

She found that she hated Wang Mingren to the bone marrow, and at the same time loved it into the bone marrow. When Wang Mingren died, she could only be happy for a while, and the rest of her life was endless emptiness, which was an extreme love.

"Why are you here? What do you want to do?"

Ximen Feng looked at Chen Xianger vigilantly, Ximen Feng believed that Chen Xianger must have received the news, and this matter could not be concealed from her.

"I've been standing at the door for more than half an hour, why don't you invite me in and sit for a while?"

Chen Xianger said with a half-smile.

Ximen Feng frowned, Wang Mingren's life or death was uncertain, how could she laugh.

"If you have nothing to do, just go! We have nothing to say."

"Don't you want to save him? If you want to see him die, I don't mind."

Chen Xianger turned to leave, and before she could go far, Ximen Feng stopped her: "Wait, come in and have a seat!"

Ximen Feng invited Chen Xianger into the residence and made tea to entertain her.

"Do you really have a way to save your husband? As long as you can save your husband, feel free to ask if you have any requests, and I will try my best to meet them."

Ximen Feng bit her red lips and said in a deep voice.

"What? You're not afraid of me hurting him? You know, I'm a stingy person."

Chen Xianger laughed at himself and laughed.

Ximen Feng was silent for a while, and said, "I believe you hate him and want to kill us, but you definitely won't sit back and watch your husband have an accident. No matter what, you two will be a husband and wife."

Chen Xianger sneered, took out a map, and said, "The space marked by the red dot is unstable. If there is a high-level monk fighting in the place where the red dot is, the aftermath of the fighting may trigger the ban, and maybe he will be released, but red The place marked is very dangerous, and there are fourth-order monsters, if one can't get it right, their life is difficult to guarantee, believe it or not, you can decide for yourself!"

After saying this, she got up and left.

Ximen Feng looked at the map left by Chen Xianger, and frowned.

Should you trust Chen Xianger? After all, she is Wang Mingren's ex-wife, and maybe she will help Wang Mingren, but she has said a lot of cruel words, who can guarantee that she is telling the truth, if it is a trap!

Ximen Feng is not afraid of death, what she is worried about is Wang Changjie.

She pondered for a moment, put away the map, and walked out.

South China Sea, Fire Dolphin Sea.

Feng Ping is a loose cultivator, and the life of a loose cultivator is not easy. In order to go further in the immortal journey, Feng Ping, who is in the qi refining period, joins the demon hunting team and goes out to sea to hunt monsters.

It took him ten years to finally accumulate 50,000 spirit stones and prepare to bid for the foundation pill. On the way back, he encountered a second-order monster attack. He fought desperately to break through, but was also seriously injured. Most of the fifty thousand spirit stones that I had accumulated so much were used up.

The older you are, the more difficult it is to build a foundation. Feng Ping thought about it again and again, and took the risk to kill a wealthy cultivator. He got a large sum of spirit stones at the cost of a broken hand. Bought two Foundation Establishment Pills and entered the Foundation Establishment stage smoothly.

After tasting the sweetness of killing and stealing treasures, Feng Ping was no longer willing to go out to sea to hunt monsters and beasts. He planned to kill and hunt for treasures. Obviously, it would definitely attract the attention of major forces. For this, he gathered more than a dozen monks. Use so-called treasure maps and inheritance beads to kill those monks who came to hunt for treasures.

In order to improve efficiency, they cast a wide net, and marked three locations using various methods such as inheritance beads, treasure remnants, etc. All three locations were located in an uninhabited sea area, not far from each other, which was convenient for support.

Casting a wide net and catching more fish, over the years, there have been cultivators who have been tricked and killed by Feng Ping. Their number has gradually expanded. There are as many as eight foundation-building cultivators, and more than 20 qi-cultivating cultivators. Of course, they have also encountered strong enemies, and they used the formation to trap the enemy and escaped.

Feng Ping has already cultivated to the eighth floor of the Foundation Establishment, and he has to prepare for the formation of Pills. For this reason, he has set up many traps, just to trap and kill more monks who are overwhelmed by greed.

On a remote deserted island, in a secret cave, Feng Ping was sitting on a futon, meditating and practicing, when a slight screeching sound rang out, he opened his eyes, and his eyes lit up.

"The fat sheep has arrived, and a monk has come to hunt for treasure."

He took out the communication plate, entered a magic formula, and said excitedly: "Brothers, there is work, cheer up and prepare to work."

In an open field, Wang Xianbing and other more than a dozen cultivators gathered together, Wang Xianbing holding a topographic map in his hand.

Wang Yingjie presented a so-called treasure map. Wang Xianying encountered a bottleneck. He took the initiative to ask Ying and took five foundation-building cultivators and ten qi-cultivating cultivators to hunt for treasure. is convenient.

According to the rules of the clan, if there is a treasure, the cultivator who hunts for the treasure will get 40%, the family will get 40%, and the individuals who donate the treasure map will get 20%. .

"It should be here, the ancient monk's cave should be in that cave."

Wang Xianping pointed to a valley not far away and said that there was no grass in the valley.

Wang Xianying released his divine sense and scanned the area several times, but found nothing.

At the entrance of the valley, more than 30 feet below the ground, there is a light yellow light curtain. Eight foundation-building cultivators from Fengping and Ping gathered in the yellow light curtain. Their faces were full of excitement. It was not the first time for them to do such a thing. The enemy is trapped by the formation, and it is definitely a dead end.

"Seventeenth brother, you bring half of the people in, we stay outside to support and act carefully."

Wang Xianping instructed a tall and thin young man in blue shirt, that the location of the ancient monk's cave is particularly suitable for ambush, and he must be careful.

The blue-shirted youth responded and walked towards the valley with two foundation-building cultivators and five qi-refining cultivators. They released three puppies and puppet beasts to walk in front, and they followed behind.

They walked into the valley with their front feet, and countless yellow mists poured out from the ground, covering the valley at once.

"No, enemy attack."

Wang Xianbing's face changed, and he shouted loudly, with full consciousness.

Almost at the same time, there was a muffled sound from the ground, and more than a dozen magical instruments flew out from the ground and slashed at them.

After a few screams, the five qi-refining cultivators fell into a pool of blood on the spot. Fortunately, Wang Xianping and the three foundation-building cultivators were safe~www.readwn.com~ Feng Ping and eight people emerged from the ground, and the two controlled the formation. The six attacked Wang Xianping and the three.

"Evil repair! Looking for death."

A look of anger flashed in Wang Xianying's eyes, and he sacrificed three second-order puppet beasts. The other two monks from the Wang family also sacrificed three second-order puppet beasts. .

Wang Xianying sacrificed a set of yellow flags, which submerged into the surrounding ground. The ground quickly turned pale gold, and a golden light curtain emerged out of thin air, covering them.

More than a dozen magical tools were chopped on the puppet beast, and the puppet beast was intact. They attacked from three directions: underground, land, and high altitude, and Fengping and others were in a hurry.

"This is a complete set of puppet beasts! No, it's a child of the Qinglian Wang family."

Feng Ping suddenly thought of something, and his face changed greatly.

Wang Xianying's face turned cold, the magic formula changed, and a thick golden glow burst out from the nine puppet beasts one after another, turning into a huge golden light curtain, covering Fengping and the six people inside.