Above the Immortal Cultivation

The male cultivator had a unique skill and a strong spiritual awareness. He hid himself by using a small magical power of seclusion acquired in his early years when he heard someone was coming.

Just as he guessed, the six people returned to the underworld without any resistance.

He couldn't help but pat his depressed chest. Fortunately, he didn't act rashly, otherwise he would be the one to go to the West.

The male cultivator was not from the southeast of Zhongzhou, nor was he from Zhongzhou. He came from the South China Sea.

He was not well-known. He practiced alone on the principle of "I don't offend others if they don't offend me" and keeping a low profile. Few people knew his true origin and true identity.

The male cultivator's name was Lian Gui. He was in the middle stage of the middle stage of the transformation of the spirit, and his strength was comparable to that of the late stage of the transformation of the spirit.

Lian Gui merged with an ancient tree. His attainments in the wood Dao skill and wood Dao magical power were quite profound.

However, just as the six people disappeared, a ray of yellow light still emitted a clear and bright light under the thick clouds and mist.

He raised his eyebrows, and without any thought, he flashed out, and came to the bronze token that was falling towards the cliff at the speed of teleportation, grabbed it, and disappeared in a snap.

He watched the high-speed flight of the Refining Treasure Pavilion from a distance, and stroked the small token with his fingers.

The token automatically absorbed a trace of his breath and transmitted some information to him.

After understanding, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Although he hated it, he had to do this to survive.

No wonder Peng Yong vowed that they would definitely meet.

As the saying goes, it is easy to invite gods but difficult to send them away.

The same is true for all of them, it is easy to come in, but difficult to go out.

Whether it is the person who has the token or the follower like himself, if they want to go out, they must collect five tokens.

If this is easier, they just need to hunt patiently.

Who knows that these followers not only have to get five tokens, but also can only leave with the consent of the person who brought them in.

Hey, it is indeed a bit difficult.

Lian Gui really couldn't figure out why there was such a rule. Unless he was strong enough to break the rules here, he could only bite the bullet and act according to the rules.

At the same time, the token said that there was no time limit for the ancient sect. After collecting five tokens and agreeing with the original holder of the token, he could leave.

At this time, Lian Gui suddenly realized that it was no wonder that Peng Yong didn't say a word about how to get out. Either he didn't even know the harsh conditions for getting out, or he just had a vague feeling.

No, he must know.

Because when he had the token, the news came immediately. Peng Yong knew that it was extremely difficult to get out but concealed it from them, which made him have to suspect his ill intentions.

Peng Yong, what do you want to do?

Humph, if you don't want to cut off the cause and effect that brought me in, don't blame me for turning my face against you.

Because there is another special situation.

Don't think that you can control us by relying on the identity of the token holder. I don't need to see your face or whether you agree or disagree. I can still leave.

Just like the owner of this token in my hand, as long as he is with me, everything will be over, why do you need to agree or not.

Hehe, Peng Yong, ah Peng Yong, now I really hope that you die in the hands of others, which will save a big trouble and no longer be restricted by you.

Presumably, the person holding the token must be on guard day and night, fearing that someone will get rid of him; at the same time, in order to save his life, he is also quietly looking for others and giving a fatal blow.

However, by doing this, what are "you" trying to do.

Lian Gui thought about it and sighed that there were too few clues, which made him puzzled.

In fact, he blamed Peng Yong wrongly.

Before coming in, the remnant soul only knew that there would be a day to meet again, but he didn't know it would be such a situation, so he told Peng Yong to make up a reason at will, but he didn't expect that his words would come true, which was what the remnant soul didn't expect.

Secondly, at first, Canhun was determined not to find the other four people to enter together. Peng Yong was extremely afraid. If there were more people, he would feel a little safer. If Canhun did not agree, then they would fight to the death and no one would live.

Helplessly, Canhun not only agreed, but also offered to help him find a strong man in order to appease him. So far, Peng Yong and Canhun have been at peace.

On the contrary, they are at peace now and have not turned against each other.

Both have their own plans, just waiting for the day of life and death.

When everyone was guided and teleported and separated and successfully arrived at the Ancient Sect, the token suddenly showed this unexpected and shocking news to all the holders of the token.

The Ancient Sect was also a compensation for those who obtained the token, allowing them to take the lead.

So, a competition and game of "exploring the Ancient Sect while looking for other tokens" officially kicked off.

Only ten out of 250 people can walk out alive. The probability is so small that it makes people's scalp numb just thinking about it.

In Lian Gui's opinion, what he had to do now was not to expose the tokens. He could only pretend to be stupid and look for the natural treasures here to continuously improve his strength, while waiting for the right opportunity to obtain the full number of five tokens.

He had a hunch that this ancient sect was not without time limits, but the time point or condition for triggering the time had not been met.

He had to make himself as strong as possible before the trigger. Not only did Peng Yong make him feel uneasy, but this ancient sect also had such strange rules. He had to get out as early as possible.

In his 1,421 years of cultivation, he had never encountered such a strange thing.

A sense of terror arose spontaneously.

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