Wuhuagang once again gathered many martial arts warriors, all looking up into the sky.

There is a layer of white clouds suspended in the sky, covering an area of ​​five or six acres, with three colorful light balls on it.

Beside the five-colored light balls, each stood a master from the Gangli Realm, and not far away sat three real masters from the Mana Realm.

They are all monks from the Great Xi Dynasty and are responsible for counting the elixirs.

Mo Wen, the chief minister of Daxi Dynasty, stood on the deck of the gorgeous ship.

The three sect masters and the four sect masters stood on the aircraft and mounts.

Just like three days ago, a small black spot suddenly appeared in the sky and gradually expanded into a black hole.

Clouds of gas within a range of several miles rolled in and swirled around the black hole, forming a large vortex of clouds and gas.

The spiritual energy that followed one after another was submerged into the vortex of clouds, causing the black hole to flash with colorful spiritual light.

As the spiritual light turned into a colorful light curtain, the cloud vortex stopped rotating.

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To the south of the secret place, Gu Xuan and Jing Xiu were sitting cross-legged on the rocks and communicating.

Keep a certain distance apart from each other to avoid accidents during teleportation.

"The Jingzhang envoy is seriously injured. Could it be that he was involved in a series of fierce battles?"

"If it were a series of fierce battles, I wouldn't be so embarrassed. Perhaps due to the new rules, most of the herb collectors can't hide. They don't fight like in previous years. They are trying to get the medicine, but they can't find their opponents, so they have no choice but to attack the team. This time

He was seriously injured."

"There was indeed little fighting in the afternoon. I heard that the main ingredient of the Spirit Summoning Pill was taken away by the Golden Armor team."

"That's right. I've seen the Golden Armor team take action in Dadu Peak. Each combat cultivator has at least medium qualifications and is extremely powerful."

Before Gu Xuan could say anything, Jing Xiu turned to look at Gray Mist and asked curiously: "Master Shu, I don't know the secret place..."

Gu Xuan solemnly interrupted: "Sorry, Emperor Xi once issued an oral order not to allow explorers to reveal anything."

The experience of the secret place is of great importance. If there is no need to respond, Gu Xuandu intends to keep his mouth shut.

Seeing Gu Xuan's solemn face, Jing Xiu looked slightly stern and quickly changed the topic.

When the sun set over the west mountain, two colorful rays of light flashed out of the sky, wrapping the two of them separately and disappearing immediately.

At the same time, all the herb collectors who had the breath of life were teleported out of the formation one after another, including those who were fighting fiercely and those who were seriously injured and dying.

Within thirty breaths, except for the corpses, all the humans in the Qianqiu Blessed Land disappeared.

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On the colorful light screen in the sky above the granite, figures flashed out one after another.

Affected by the transmission power of the magic circle, the people who came out of the magic circle fell into the air.

The real person in the white cloud layer waved his hand casually, and white clouds appeared in the void, supporting the medicine gatherers one after another.

Gu Xuan flashed out from the colorful light curtain and also fell in the air. As the life soul flashed yellow, the dizziness was eliminated.

A white cloud soon appeared in the void, holding Gu Xuan firmly, and slowly floated to the white cloud layer.

The clouds under his feet dissipated on their own. Gu Xuan stepped on the white clouds and pretended to shake his head a few times.

Mo Wen, who was standing on the building boat, quickly stretched out a powerful spiritual consciousness and enveloped Gu Xuan's body.

Gu Xuan couldn't feel the existence of his spiritual consciousness. He glanced around and didn't see Jing Xiu. In front of the three colorful light balls, there were many people collecting herbs queuing up.

Standing in front of a colorful ball of light, there was only a strange herbal picker waiting in front of Gu Xuan.

When all the surviving herb collectors came out of the formation, the colorful light curtain flashed away, and the vortex of clouds slowly dissipated.

The void returns to its original state, and twenty years later, the formation gate will open again.

Although there are no white clouds in sight, there are many Jianghu warriors without granite.

Calculate the number of people in the array.

It turned out that there were nearly two hundred herb collectors alive, causing many warriors to whisper and discuss.

Many older warriors recalled that there were only a hundred herbal collectors alive twenty years ago, and the atmosphere at the scene was solemn and solemn.

On the white clouds, the surviving herb collectors lined up in front of the colorful light balls, looking solemn and silent.

Mo Wen clasped his hands behind his back, his face expressionless, and only revealed four strands of consciousness, covering the four secret explorers respectively.

When it was Gu Xuan's turn, the master next to the colorful light ball said: "Quickly enter the light ball, and then exit when the rotation stops."

Gu Xuan nodded, stepped into the five-colored light ball, and the consciousness enveloped in his body was taken back by Mo Wen.

The interior was empty, with Gu Xuancai standing in the center, and the colorful ball of light rotated rapidly, with French characters flashing on the surface.

Gu Xuan was still standing, feeling warm all over his body, like being bathed in sunlight.

The five-colored light ball can identify the three main ingredients of the Spirit-Calling Pill, which was not necessary in the past asking ceremony.

Naturally, Gu Xuan did not secretly hide the main ingredient of the Spirit Summoning Pill. After only ten breaths, the colorful ball of light stopped rotating.

Taking one step out of the colorful ball of light, Gu Xuan looked calm, but his whole body was once again enveloped by Mo Wen's consciousness.

In front of the three magic realm monks, each had a line of medicine collectors waiting to hand over the elixir.

On the granite, warriors gradually left, many with ulterior motives. They did not dare to take action here and only remembered the surviving warriors.

Every time the Wen Dao Festival ends, there will be a bloody storm in Xi Kingdom's martial arts forest, without exception.

The main medicine of the Summoning Spirit Pill is not allowed to be kept privately, and other spiritual medicines can be handed over voluntarily in exchange for corresponding contribution points.

When it was Gu Xuan's turn, he bowed slightly, held a storage bag in both hands, and said loudly: "Ximen Shu, a descendant of the Ximen family, hand over the elixir."

The real person who counted the elixirs was an old man in brocade robes. He said expressionlessly: "Pour out all the jade boxes."

Gu Xuan held the storage bag with one hand, and when he was angry, the jade boxes that fell out were piled together like a hill.

The old man in brocade robes immediately detected several strands of his spiritual consciousness and expertly counted the elixirs.

The first wave of spiritual consciousness wrapped up fifty jade boxes and suspended them in five rows.

The second wave of spiritual consciousness opened fifty box lids at the same time, without missing any one.

When the third stream of consciousness finished counting the value of the elixir, the second stream of consciousness closed the lid of the box together.

The fourth stream of consciousness activated the storage bag hanging on one side and sucked fifty jade boxes into it.

The old man in brocade robes sat still, driving his four strands of consciousness to operate repeatedly, in an orderly manner, and the number of jade boxes quickly decreased.

Gu Xuan saw the magical power of divine consciousness for the first time and couldn't help but be fascinated.

Simons, the head of the Ximen family, also used telepathy to secretly calculate the value of the elixir.

When the statistics of the elixirs were completed, the old man in golden robes raised his voice and said: "Ximen Shu has a contribution value of twelve thousand three hundred."

This value is almost the same as Wang Mang's statistics, and Gu Xuan remained calm.

The old man in brocade robes took out an empty jade slip, revealed his spiritual consciousness, and quickly recorded the contribution value of the elixir.

Gu Xuan took the jade slip with both hands and quickly thanked him: "Thank you, Master."

The old man in brocade robes showed no reaction and glanced at the next herb gatherer.

As soon as Gu Xuan walked away, Mo Wen's message rang in his ears: "I'd like to invite you, my little friend, to come to Linggongzhou to talk. I have something to ask you."

How dare Gu Xuan have any objections? Besides, a white cloud appeared under his feet, slowly lifting him up and flying towards the building.

The clouds fell on the deck of the ship and dissipated on their own. Gu Xuan bowed and said: "Greetings to Mo Shoufu."

Mo Wen used one hand to support him and said: "My friend, no courtesy, please stay aside for a moment."

Nangong Shang was already standing on the deck, Gu Xuan stood next to him, and Mo Wen detected a stream of spiritual consciousness, covering them.

As soon as Gu Xuan stood still, Nangong Shang sent a message to him: "I only have 800 contribution points, but you actually have more than 10,000. How many people have you killed based on actual recruitment?"

Wang Mang said: "I have Mo Shoufu's spiritual consciousness all over me, so be careful what you say."

Gu Xuan smiled and sent the message: "Killing people to steal medicine is a bad thing. My young master's elixir has people who should respect it."

Nangong Shang curled his lips, seemingly disapproving, but did not send any more messages.

Gu Xuan looked around and saw that the other herb collectors who had handed over the elixir were using their own skills to return to their respective camps.

Among the surviving herb collectors, the Golden Armor team was the most conspicuous. Three teams of ten-man warriors were intact, and two teams of five-man warriors only killed three people.

In contrast, Daozong's team suffered casualties each, and the teams from the four major families were completely wiped out.

Just as Gu Xuan was about to observe the other herb collectors, the two explorers came to the deck one after another and saluted Mo Wen.

Mu Rong's contribution value was more than 2,000, while He Wei's contribution value was only 300, which is equivalent to a fraction of Gu Xuan's.

"Everyone, please come inside."

As soon as Mo Wen's consciousness moved, a layer of multicolored light shone on the surface of the building. Then he took the explorers to an elegant room in the building and sat down.

There were spiritual tea cups on the table, but Mo Wen had no intention of pouring tea. With a flick of his sleeve, four wooden boxes flew out and landed in front of Gu Xuan and others.

"This is the middle-grade Spirit Summoning Pill promised by Emperor Xi, please keep it."
To be continued...