Chapter 283: Thousand Misunderstandings

Chapter 283: Thousand Misunderstandings

Chapter 283 Thousand Misunderstandings

In the small courtyard of Jianmen Town.

Lu Xuan walked around the small courtyard and found no trace of intrusion, so he felt relieved, opened the Thousand Illusory Clouds and Smoke Array, and entered the courtyard.

As soon as he entered, a chilly breath came over his face.

In the courtyard, there was a gust of gloomy wind, and from time to time, there were various roars of resentful souls, and the place was filled with strong blood, a scene of the underworld.

"I don't know how many of the remaining four ghost-faced stone mushrooms are fully mature."

The last time I came to the small courtyard, only one ghost-faced stone mushroom was fully mature, and I got an evil fourth-grade magic weapon from the light group, the soul-attracting lamp.

Lu Xuan regarded himself as an orthodox monk, so naturally he would not reveal such an evil magic weapon in front of his fellow sects, and kept it deeply hidden in the deepest part of the storage bag.

Coming to the four ghost-faced stone mushrooms, Lu Xuan focused his attention on the top of the plants with weird faces.

"There are two fully mature plants."

He was overjoyed. Carefully pull out the shimeji mushroom.

Regardless of looking at the detailed information of the plants, he focused on the light clusters that quietly emerged from the ground.

The white light group flickered slightly. With a light touch, the light group turned into countless light spots, condensing a vaguely blurred face, which poured into Lu Xuan's body instantly.

Harvest a third-grade ghost-faced stone mushroom, and get a fourth-grade magic weapon, Thousand Misty Faces.

A light gray mask as thin as a cicada's wings appeared in Lu Xuan's hand.

There are shallow lines on the mask, which are constantly changing, forming strange faces, with dull expressions and full of resentment.

Lu Xuan felt the strong coldness coming from the part where his palm was in contact with, and his mind was concentrated on this evil mask.

Thousands of Uncanny Masks, a fourth-grade magic weapon, made from a fifth-grade tiger-type monster accompanied by a ghost sacrifice. After wearing it, with a single thought, it can change the monk's face and breath into one, undetectable.

When worn for a long time, the mind may be affected by the remnants of ghosts and gradually lose self.

I can replace it.

"A fourth-grade auxiliary instrument, although the function is single, it is extremely powerful."

Lu Xuan secretly sighed.

"Don't worry, let you **** enough today."

Lu Xuan poured the blood of the third-grade dragon that was obtained for free on the surface of the blood evil flower, feeling the excitement of Lingzhi, which caused the sea of blood in the center to float up and down, stirring endlessly.

The blood-colored flower bloomed even more dazzlingly.

After feeding the Holy Infant Fruit Plant and the Blood Evil Flower, Lu Xuan left the small courtyard, operated the Thousand Illusory Clouds and Smoke Array, and removed Feng Falcon from the birth bag.

Feng Falcon dragged its chubby belly, stretched a pair of blue wings, turned into a blue light, and rushed to the sky.

"As expected of the Feng Falcon, which is famous for its speed, although it has grown into a ball and is only a second-rank, but under full flight, its speed is not weaker than many third-rank flying swords."

High above the sky, streams of cyan air flow emerged from the surface of the light cyan wings of Feng Falcon, carrying Lu Xuan on its back, passing by the mountains like lightning.

Hearing Lu Xuan's appreciation, Feng Falcon let out a crisp cry, and the streamlined belly below swelled.

Lu Xuan had already obtained the map to Kongming Island from the Cangjing Pavilion. For safety reasons, he deliberately chose the safest route, avoiding many other secret places that his fellow disciples longed for.

After half a day, Lu Xuan looked at the map in his hand, wondering what he was thinking.

At this moment, Feng Falcon has flown more than six thousand miles, and has not deviated from the route designated by Lu Xuan.

However, Lu Xuan kept his eyes on the front left of the map.

There, mark a place name that he was very familiar with.

Linyang Fang City.

Falcon continued to fly rapidly, and familiar figures passed by in his mind.

He takes good care of himself, like his neighbor Zhang Hong, who is like a generous brother. Every time we meet, he enthusiastically calls himself "Little Uncle Lu". Manager He...

"If you go there, it will take about two or three thousand miles more, and the distance is not marked. I don't know what risks may be hidden."

"However, I haven't seen those old friends for many years..."

Thinking in Lu Xuan's heart, a certain emotion in his heart became more and more intense, almost gushing out.

"Turn around, go a little to the left, and take you to the place where I used to live."

He conveyed his spiritual knowledge to Feng Falcon, and Feng Falcon let out a clear chirp, and the flying speed was a little faster.