Above the Immortal Cultivation

Yang Yan didn't know that the ancient sect was about to disappear into the void, but as time went by, her nervousness and anxiety grew day by day, and a kind of frightening fear became stronger.

This was an unnamed emotion closely related to life, and she naturally took it very seriously. On the one hand, she was seriously injured so that she could only grit her teeth and persist, and dared not look for Peng Yong. On the other hand, there was no sense of it in her spiritual consciousness.

It seemed to be God's will. On the second day after her injury was healed, she suddenly realized that the opportunity was in front of her. If she missed it, her life would be in danger.

From the token, she learned that Peng Yong must be in the two places of the Creation Pool and the Ten Thousand Grass Residence. If she chose the wrong one, she would die.

Because she had entered the Dan Hall, she had one last chance to choose.

Haha, this is not simple.

Yang Yan soared into the air, and with the blessing of the wind path technique, she teleported effortlessly and continuously, and her speed easily reached the speed of 2,950 feet per breath, which was almost the speed of a finger snap.

If she tried her best, she would be able to go another 200 feet.

It was her finger-snapping speed of 3,150 feet that allowed her to turn danger into safety and avoid disaster.

It was her trump card.

After a cup of tea, Yang Yan arrived at Wancaoju. She didn't think much and plunged in.

As for why she chose Wancaoju, the token gave the answer.

There were originally three people in Wancaoju, but it suddenly became four. Wasn't the hint obvious enough?

Lian Gui relied on the magical power of the wood way to sneak into the Refining Treasure Pavilion quietly in full view of the public and collected a defensive treasure that he could not activate.

Since then, his good luck seemed to be exhausted by that treasure.

In the following twenty years, among the twenty-four people he met, through various observations, inquiries and killings, no one had a token.

Fortunately, he still came to the mountain gate of Wancaoju.

After careful consideration and analysis of the pros and cons, in order to collect five tokens, he had to take a risk and chose the second largest number of people in the Fortune Pool.

The Fortune Pool is a pool and not a pool.

In the first level of the Fortune Pool, he killed a peak mid-stage Spiritualization expert and obtained three tokens from him. After that, he has been hiding from place to place and being hunted down.

It is true that five tokens are a hard condition for leaving Wancaoju, but compared to his life, he still chose to retreat and hide far away.

In the Fortune Pool, at least three people are much stronger than him. Even if he tries his best, he still can't escape death.

Lian Gui can only hope that he can watch the fire from the other side of the river and reap the benefits.

Who knows, three years ago, someone suddenly found his hiding place. After a bloody battle, he dragged his half-crippled body out of the Fortune Pool. He didn't dare to go to any lineage and randomly found a hidden hill to hide.

There is only one token missing. Don't worry. When I get better, there is plenty of time to collect them.

His injuries are very serious. Surrounded by the rich spiritual energy like water, it will take at least thirty to fifty years to recover.

However, for some reason, he suddenly became flustered even though he was trying his best to recover.

Was he discovered by that person?

He became alert, motionless, concentrating, and observing secretly.

Five days passed, everything was normal, and he gradually calmed down.

In Lian Gui's opinion, that kind of inexplicable panic had never happened before, and it must be taken seriously.

He originally wanted to do something, but after thinking for a while, he realized that his injury was only one-third healed, and going out would be a death, so he gave up.

And with his giving up this time, he also gave up the only chance of survival.

Chen Feng in the flower skirt has been practicing in the Yin Pool for thirty years, almost consuming all the pure Yin energy in the Yin Pool, and her cultivation has reached the peak of the late stage of the transformation of the spirit.

A charming face is as cold as frost, and she has become a complete iceberg beauty.

Looking at the world, there is no one who has a token.

In fact, she didn't know about the token at all.

She flew as she pleased, and by chance, she arrived at the rift valley that had disappeared when Wang Lu left after obtaining the Ten Thousand Years of Absolute Ice.

Chen Feng stood there for a long time, intending to leave, but somehow she fell into the rift valley.

It was unknown whether she did it on purpose or was controlled.

From then on, there was no news, and no one knew whether she was still alive.

Because when her figure disappeared in the rift valley, one third of her command board at the Corpse Refining Gate suddenly shattered, while the other two thirds remained intact.

If the cultivator died, the command board would be split in half.

No one knew what was going on, so no one dared to determine whether she was dead or not.