Celestial being

Half a month later, Linyuan City.

As the dungeon closest to the Soul Burial Abyss, Linyuan City has always been regarded as a remote place that few people want to come to.

Even if there are Danjie monks who come in and out of Soul Burial Abyss from time to time to hunt beasts and treasures, with their escape speed, they can go to rest in a further big city without having to suffer here.

But now, as the news of the appearance of the Immortal Mansion has spread, in order to reach the Immortal Mansion as soon as possible, countless monks have begun to pour into Linyuan City to rest. Not only are there countless casual cultivators, but even several major forces in the Black Wind Desert have sent people to settle in. At a high price, the city was jointly purchased from the original city owner.

With the influx of monks, the city's facilities developed at an extremely rapid pace, and among them, teahouses and other shops where people could inquire about information were the most opened.

As the saying goes, wealth and silk touch people's hearts. Although there are many dangers in the Soul Burial Abyss, and even the pills can't guarantee their escape, the opportunity of the Immortal Mansion that suddenly appeared is in front of them. Many foundation-building monks are also red-eyed, and they have the courage to try it. Go ahead and get a piece of the pie.

Today, in the newly opened "Xianyuan Tea House", there are several foundation-building monks sitting around the long table as usual, exchanging information with each other.

"Have you heard? A few days ago, eight fellow Taoists formed a team to explore. As a result, they accidentally encountered a third-level lower-level monster. In the end, only one of them escaped with a broken arm. Oh, how miserable." A long-haired man said The male cultivator said.

Hearing this, the freckled female cultivator next to him sighed: "Oh, it has only been half a month since the birth of the Immortal Mansion. How many fellow Taoists have died in the Soul Burial Abyss? The chance of this ghost place is not for those of us who are in the foundation building period. If you can covet it, in my opinion, it’s better to leave as soon as possible.”

"That's right. Look at those big sects. For such a great opportunity, the elders sent by them are all the elders of the Danjie Stage. They don't even see a single Foundation Establishment disciple. So we casual cultivators dare not risk our lives. Bite the bullet and break in, don't you think so, Fellow Daoist Zuo?" A middle-aged male cultivator agreed, looking at a golden-skinned man who was also sitting around the table.

This person is Zuo Qinghui. Yuan Ming is still imprisoned in the mysterious hall under the Soul Burial Abyss. He came to Linyuan City to inquire about the situation and try to rescue him.

As soon as he arrived in Linyuan City, he heard the news about the birth of the Immortal Mansion, and then he realized that he should have been captured by a certain Immortal Mansion.

"Yes, the news has been circulating for so long, but no one has found any opportunity. Besides, I heard that the restriction outside the Immortal Mansion has not been opened yet. I don't know if anyone has found any other way to get in and out." Zuo Qinghui said unintentionally. asked.

"Who knows, but even if there is, unless someone accidentally discovers it, who will make it known? Is it because there are not enough people seizing the opportunity?" The middle-aged male cultivator shook his head.

"Yes, the vision of this Immortal Mansion is so grand, it must have a big background. It may be related to the origin of the Soul Burial Abyss. I don't know if there are any historical records in Linyuan City. Maybe I can find a way to enter from it. Maybe?" Zuo Qinghui tapped his fingers on the table and said thoughtfully.

"Linyuan City was built only a hundred years ago. There is no historical data to say it. What's more, the Burial Soul Abyss has existed since ancient times. I am afraid that even the ancestors of Yuanying who are not born in ordinary times can't figure out the reason for the birth of this place." The long-haired male cultivator shook his head and said.

"Speaking of this, you have seen the scene of the flying boat crossing the sky a few days ago. I have inquired about it. It is the vehicle of the ancestor of the three major forces. We have not seen it in the Black Wind Desert for many years. Such a grand occasion, but the Burial Soul Abyss is too dangerous, otherwise I would go and see the world no matter what." said the freckled female cultivator.

"Haha, not only the three major forces, it is said that the ancestors of Yuanying from Lingfu Sect have also come, but they have always kept a low profile and their momentum is not so big." said the middle-aged male cultivator.

Zuo Qinghui, who was listening on the side, had a slightly condensed expression and was lowering his head in deep thought. Suddenly, he heard a crisp sword cry that sounded like a dragon's roar coming from outside the teahouse. He was so startled that all the cultivators stood up and came to the window to check the situation.

In the sky, a dazzling escaping light was seen tearing through the clouds like a long sword, speeding towards the spiritual light pillar deep in the Soul Burial Abyss. The momentum was so huge that everyone who saw it was dumbfounded and surprised.

"Hehe, it looks like this is another Nascent Soul Ancestor. I just don't know which sect or sect this is?" said the middle-aged male cultivator.

Among the crowd, Zuo Qinghui stared at the disappearing light with a solemn face.

He found a way to turn around and leave, and came to the inn where he was staying. He closed the door and took out a set of magic circle restraints and arranged them around the room. Then he sat down cross-legged and took out four white talismans and pasted them on his Dantian, chest, forehead, and On the back.

A white light rose up and enveloped Zuo Qinghui's whole body. The movement of magic power in his body was immediately sealed, making him unable to move.

Crystal light flashed across Zuo Qinghui's forehead, and a transparent soul crow flew out, which was the second soul.

The second part of the soul escaped into the ground and flew towards the Soul Burial Abyss outside the city.

…

At the same time, the soul was buried in the abyss.

The four monks stood in front of the cultivators, looking at the spiritual light restrictions outside the Immortal Mansion, while being slightly wary of each other.

None of them showed any magic power, but behind them there were several alchemy monks standing quietly with their hands down, as if they were waiting for orders.

After a brief silence, a short male cultivator suddenly coughed twice and spoke first:

"Haha, none of us know the situation in the Immortal Mansion now, so why are we so tense? In my opinion, it is better for everyone to set some rules in a friendly manner and restrict the people who can enter and explore the Immortal Mansion, so as to avoid In the end, we fought over and over again, but the opportunity fell into the hands of others.”

He is only half the height of an ordinary person, and his limbs are thick and short, like an enlarged doll. However, his face is not young, and some wrinkles appear along with the smile. Combined with the high-pitched voice, it makes people feel quite uncomfortable.

Behind him, three alchemy cultivators stood side by side. One of them had a single horn on his head. He was the Fang Dafu whom Yuan Ming had seen that day. The other one had blond hair and blue eyes, and a tall nose like a penholder. His appearance was not that of a Central Plains person, and the last person was dressed in white, with a pale face and a frail look.

"Hmph, Su Zi Mo Qian really likes to make such useless little plans. Who in the world doesn't know that your Guiyuan Sect is the most unruly? I heard that not long ago, one of your mines was destroyed and he died. Not to mention the secret, the business of capturing people as slaves has also been exposed. Have you wiped your butt? What are the rules here!" An old man with a beard sneered unceremoniously.

He was dressed in an indigo robe, with a leopard's head and eyes, a swallow's jaw and a tiger's beard, and his voice sounded like thunder, making everyone present hear it clearly.

Behind the old man stood three female alchemy cultivators. They were all fair-skinned and beautiful, and Yan Sijing was among them. However, her features were now less quirky and more worried. Sisian looks sad and always seems to be worried.

Being mocked in public by the purple-robed old man, the short monk named Su Zimo still smiled and seemed not to be angry at all. However, Fang Dafu, who was standing behind him, couldn't help but clenched his fists.

"Haha, speaking of it, Mr. Yu, your grandson was killed a few years ago. Has the murderer been found now? Do you need me to call some of my disciples to help you find him?" Su Zimo said cheerfully. .

"Huh, I've caught the person behind this matter, so I won't bother you anymore, just wipe your ass." Old Monster Yu, or Old Ancestor Lei Ming, sneered again.

Hearing this, Su Zimo's face froze, while Yan Sijing, who was standing behind Ancestor Lei Ming, darkened for no reason.

"If you ask me, you two should just find a place to have a fight first. Whoever wins will listen to whoever wins, so as not to chatter here and interfere with my thinking about how to break the ban." At this time, a man wearing a black scarf on his head The young monk said impatiently.

He was born with a pair of eyes that seemed to be open but not open, a eyebrow that seemed to be broken but not broken, a flat nose, thin lips, concave cheeks and protruding cheekbones, and he did not look like a husband.

And among the three Jiedan who followed him, one was as strong as an iron tower, the other was of medium height, not fat but not thin, and the third person had a graceful figure with a waist and ape-like back. The three of them were all different, but they all wore black robes and had dark faces. The mask makes it impossible to see the face clearly.

"Interference? Dugu Feng, please stop pretending here. With your poor formation skills, I'm afraid you won't be able to figure it out even if you study it for a while. But Fairy Jin Xi has been studying it for so long, has she ever seen any clues? "Ancestor Lei Ming said, looking at a beautiful female cultivator wearing a gold gauze skirt.

Fairy Jin Xi has a rather young appearance, with a white and rosy oval face, red lips and emerald eyebrows, hidden moon and star eyes, a golden halo mark on her forehead, and two green pendants on the sides of her ears, giving her a unique and graceful charm.

"Most of the prohibitions used are ancient runes, which are particularly difficult to crack. However, the power of this prohibition seems to fade over time. It is now much weaker than ours in the past. We only need to wait a few more days and it will dissipate on its own." Fairy Jin Xi spoke, her voice was clear and sweet, and the tense atmosphere just now eased a lot.

There were also three pill-forming monks behind her, all of whom were elders in Lingfeng City, and among them was Pi Xiu.

Hearing this, Su Zimo and Ancestor Lei Ming both nodded and were about to say something else, but the next moment, the expressions of the four Nascent Soul cultivators present changed.

The sound of swords roared from behind, and the sword-like escaping light rushed in front of everyone in just a moment.

Everyone looked up and saw a middle-aged monk with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes standing in the air. His figure was as tall and straight as a pine tree, with the word "aloof" written all over his face, and his eyes were careless. After sweeping over, the visible Dan-forming monk felt as if he had been scratched by a sharp sword, his skin aching.

"Changchun Guan Wanqihong came here for matters related to the Immortal Mansion. Several fellow Taoists are chattering."

He was chattering, but he didn't mean to bow his hands, and his tone was a bit harsh. Even when facing the four ancestors of Lei Ming, he still looked so arrogant.