An hour later,

The spiritual power of Yue Xingchen and others has all returned to normal.

Instead of going back along the way to look for Wang Bo, they continued to explore deeper into the illusion.

Each illusion trial has a time limit.

Only three days left!

When the time is up, if you haven't left the illusion, you will be trapped here.

If you want to get out, you can only wait until the next Tianshan Forum, when the illusion will restart.

Because even the mysterious Tianshan masters cannot open the illusion at other times.

…

I have to say, there are really a lot of treasures in the fantasy world.

Yue Xingchen and his group had only walked a few miles when they found a green blood grass on a cliff.

This is an extremely rare natural treasure and is an essential ingredient for refining many high-level elixirs.

If it were to be auctioned outside, those alchemists would definitely pay a sky-high price to buy it.

And judging from the age, it has been at least thousands of years.

The value of the thousand-year-old green blood grass is inestimable.

"Master Yue, this Jade Blood Grass is the first and most precious treasure we found when we entered the illusion trial. How about I give it to you first? Then, when we find other treasures, we can take turns distributing them to us. What do you think?"

Yan Feisha resisted the urge to snatch and made this suggestion.

Although the treasure is tempting, you still have to fight for it with your strength.

In the absence of the threat of the Demon Cult, they naturally could not fight each other for the treasure.

"I have no objection!"

"I have no objection either!"

"This distribution of copywriting is indeed fairer!"

Yan Feisha's proposal was unanimously agreed by everyone.

Yue Xingchen naturally had no objection and clasped his fists to everyone, "Since you are all so humble, then I will also respectfully follow..."

"Everyone, we meet again!"

Before Yue Xingchen could say anything, he was interrupted by a man's voice coming from above the cliff.

Just by hearing this voice, Yue Xingchen and others were as if they had seen a ghost, and their faces changed drastically.

"Wang Bo?"

"It's you?"

"You're not dead yet?"

"Where's Leng Wuhen?"

Because they were too surprised, Yue Xingchen and others forgot to pick the green blood grass for a moment, and just looked at Wang Bo on the cliff in surprise and doubt.

There are three other people around Wang Bo.

Hongyue, the Saintess of the Netherworld Palace;

Ni Qiuhuan, the goddess of Xianyin Pavilion;

Zuo Fan, a disciple of Baigui Hall;

“Haha, that’s really interesting!”

Before Wang Bo could reply, Ni Qiuhuan sarcastically said, "You, who always pride yourself on being a disciple of a prestigious and righteous sect, are actually colluding with us, the demonic cultists. Is this the uprightness and honor you so often talk about?"

Yan Feisha, Guangzhi, Liu Feifei and others were a little embarrassed.

Naturally, they would not answer, but instead looked at Yue Xingchen at the same time.

Yue Xingchen's face suddenly turned gloomy.

He has always claimed to be the first of the young generation of righteousness, and has a halo of greatness and justice on his head.

Now that he has been caught and ridiculed in public, no matter how thick-skinned he is, he would like to find a hole to hide in.

"I want this Green Blood Grass!"

Wang Bo spoke again, his voice was calm, but his tone was full of irresistibility.

Yue Xingchen's expression kept changing, anger, unwillingness, fear... flashed across his face in turn.

"Okay, since you need it, why not give it to you?"

After weighing the pros and cons, he suddenly waved his hand in a magnanimous manner, "We were the ones who besieged you before, so we were wrong. This Green Blood Grass is just a small compensation."

After saying this, he took the lead and stepped back.

Guangzhi, Yan Feisha, Liu Feifei and others looked at each other with somewhat ugly expressions.

After finally finding this piece of Green Blood Grass, Yue Xingchen actually gave it up?

Isn't that too weak?

However, they always followed Yue Xingchen as their leader. Now that Yue Xingchen had left, they naturally did not dare to stay and followed him, retreating vigilantly into the distance.

"This Wang Bo is really lucky!"

"Since he's still alive, I'm sure Scarlet Flame Peak Saint Leng Wuhen has met with some tragic misfortune, right?"

"Needless to say? Leng Wuhen is a guy who is more likely to cause trouble than to accomplish anything. We shouldn't have pinned our hopes on him."

"Anyway, he's just a tool for us to use. Even if he didn't kill Wang Bo, we'll send him to hell afterwards."

As they retreated, several people cursed angrily.

At this moment, Guangzhi seemed to remember something and asked, "By the way, Master Yue, although Leng Wuhen failed, Wang Bo just took the Berserker Pill. I think his fighting strength hasn't recovered yet. Why don't you give him a fight?"

A barely perceptible flash of shame and anger flashed across Yue Xingchen's eyes.

But not wanting to ruin his gentlemanly demeanor, he explained as calmly as possible: "Although Wang Bo has taken the Berserk Pill, I just sensed the fluctuations in his spiritual power, and it seems to be no weaker than before. In order to prevent him from being pushed to extremes again, there is no need to take the risk!"

"not to mention……"

He smiled mysteriously and added, "The Jade Blood Grass is only temporarily stored with him."

"Temporary storage?"

Guangzhi was confused, "What do you mean, Master Yue?"

"Now that things have come to this, I won't hide it from you!"

Yue Xingchen puffed out his chest, raised his head, and said proudly, "Before I came in, my master gave me the flag of the Tiangang Beidou Formation!"

"What? Tiangang Beidou Formation?"

Except for Guangzhi, everyone else was also shocked.

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