When the Great Dao Dies, I Remain; When Spiritual Energy Withers, I Endure

The fight for the King of Medicine Ginseng was very exciting.

The prince put the ginseng into the brocade bag, and just after walking a few steps, a man jumped out of the bushes and grabbed the brocade bag on the prince's waist at a very fast speed.

In just a moment, he took it away.

The prince was angry and chased after him with a sword, cursing the other party as a shameless thief on the way.

Fortunately, the figure that jumped out of the bushes soon reached a dead end and had to turn around to fight.

The two were agile, and the man kicked the wall and pounced on the prince like an agile cheetah.

The prince dodged sideways, shouted loudly, swept the dust on the ground with his sword, and then took the opportunity to kill.

The sound of ping-pong suddenly came from the forest, and the prince's sword intent was attached to the sword moves, and each move was fatal.

In fact, in this era.

Even the sword intent was suppressed.

Otherwise, even without spiritual energy, some powerful sword intent alone could also cut mountains and seas.

This... is a desperate era.

With spiritual energy as the root and all things as the veins, it withered in all directions.

However, despite this, the sword intent attached to the sword moves still increased its power a lot. After a few rounds, the man was defeated and had no choice but to hand over the Medicine King Ginseng.

Although the prince was angry, he didn't want to force him too much.

There have been no casualties in this "life span dispute" so far. They are just afraid of each other and want to keep their family assets.

The assassination a few years ago taught all the princes of the Lingtian Dynasty a profound lesson.

However, the prince failed to keep the Medicine King Ginseng in the end.

It was snatched away by the confidant of the Seventeenth Prince. The prince was furious and left after saying a cruel word.

The Medicine King Ginseng passed through several hands.

Finally, it fell into the hands of the fifth prince's friend, Jing Yang.

Jing Yang was once the pride of the Fuyao Holy Land. He was very talented. Although he could not compare with the Holy Son and Holy Daughter who were in the limelight in that holy land, he was also famous.

It was a genius at the "big star" level.

After a few rounds of fighting, everyone knew that they would not be his opponent, so no one fought to snatch it.

It was not that Jingyang's mortal martial arts were too good.

But his physique was extremely magical, his reaction speed and strength were far greater than others, and coupled with that not bad martial arts...

The result is self-evident.

Just when everyone thought that the dust had settled.

A bald old monk blocked Jingyang's way.

"Donor, this thing is destined to be with me, I wonder if you can give it up?" The old monk said lightly, and the wrinkles on his face almost covered his eyes.

Jingyang didn't waste words, and took the initiative to attack directly, stomping on the ground with a fierce foot. The huge recoil force raised a burst of dust. He approached the monk in an instant, and his right leg swung out like a whip...

Snap!

The old monk took it with one hand.

Because of the wrinkles in his eyes, his pupils were faintly revealed, and there was a cold light inside.

The old monk pushed hard, and when Jingyang retreated and lost his balance, he grabbed his ankle with his backhand, pulled it back, and pushed it with his shoulder.

After a muffled sound.

Jingyang retreated dozens of steps before he could barely stabilize himself.

In the distance, Li Changxiao and the other man who had been watching the battle had a serious look on their faces.

Especially Zhao Qing.

"If you don't use spiritual energy, how sure are you that you can beat this man?" Li Changxiao asked curiously.

"If I don't use spiritual energy, I'm not as good as him." Zhao Qing said lightly: "But if I use spiritual energy, I can beat him, but I can't kill him."

"Is that so." Li Changxiao felt that Zhao Qing was probably wrong.

This dead end...

He really couldn't help.

However, he had a bottom line in his heart. If they really fought, running away would be no problem.

The means of running away has always been his trump card.

When he was in the foundation-building stage, he had a glorious record of successfully escaping from the hands of a spirit-transforming cultivator.

After the Nascent Soul stage, his ability to escape became even more mysterious. It was not because of his leading speed, as his speed was never fast, but it was related to the ability of "dreams".

If the opponent was determined to kill him, he would be the happiest, because not only would he not die, but he could also wear the opponent to death.

"Although I may not be able to help."

"But I don't like to owe, because I'm always afraid that I won't be able to pay it back after a sleep..."

"Alas, five hundred taels of silver, plus the strength of half a piece of ginger, must be paid."

"In addition, as friends, I can help as much as I can."

After taking a sip of wine, Li Changxiao murmured in a voice that only he could hear.

After that, he turned his head and looked at Zhao Qing.

His heart was a little complicated for a while.

If this dead end was inevitable, what would she feel at this moment?

Bang!

A round of fists and palms exchanged.

Jingyang was completely defeated.

The King of Medicine Ginseng fell into the hands of the old monk.

"Is he short of life? That's right, he looks quite old." Li Changxiao frowned and asked.

"Not sure." Zhao Qing shook his head, "But I know that he is not trying to prolong his life, but for another purpose."

"And this purpose..."

She didn't continue.

She wanted to say that it might be to target her, but after searching her memory, she couldn't figure out how this Medicine King participated in killing her.

"Let's go, the dust has settled." Zhao Qing looked deeply at the bald old monk.

...

"What, Brother Jingyang, even you failed?"

"Damn it, how is it possible!"

...

At the foot of Shenxiu Mountain.

Li Tianyu only waited for bad news.

What made him happy was that

Other princes and princesses also failed.

He looked at Li Tianxia.

He sneered in his heart, my good sister, you have so many tricks behind the scenes, but in the end you are not a failure.

The biggest reason for his failure in this trip is his sister Li Tianxia.

However, at this moment, Li Tianxia looked calm, as if she had expected it.

…

Lingtian Dynasty.

The northernmost land.

There is an endless desert.

In the wind and sand, a village is looming.

A white-haired man, holding a chess piece with two fingers, dropped a piece, and said lightly: "You lose."

"Alas." Sitting opposite, there is a middle-aged man with a dark face, "You are just a magician. Another hand, I will definitely beat you."

"Another thousand hands, the result will be the same." The white-haired man said lightly.

The middle-aged man with a dark complexion laughed and said, "Then play another thousand."

The white-haired man shook his head, "If the old monk and the others hadn't gone out, and there were only you and me here, I wouldn't play chess with a chess idiot like you."

"By the way." The pale-faced man said, "The blood and energy needed for the Pingtian Compass will be available soon."

"But after the spiritual energy of this thing has been exhausted, it has been severely damaged. Once it is opened, it cannot be closed until it is completely discarded."

"No problem." The white-haired man's eyes flashed, looking at the chessboard, and said, "Start closing the net."