Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

Chapter 597 Approaching

It can be seen that in order to explore this place, Kou Wen put a lot of thought into it and found many fellow practitioners, most of whom were casual cultivators with little background.

After two days, the last person also showed up.

Stealing mystery Shenhou!

This is also the well-known Jindan Grandmaster.

It's just that his reputation is not very good. In the early years, in order to achieve Jindan, he had stolen treasures from many sects, which can be described as notorious.

Cultivation base, Jindan mid-stage.

He is good at hiding and hiding, and escapes and flies. He has escaped from the monks of the late Jindan stage several times, and he is still a reward from the Yulingmen.

No wonder he has not shown his face. As a person, once he shows up, he is afraid that he will cause a lot of trouble.

"Mo Daoist Mo's reputation, Shen has heard of it for a long time." Shen Hou seemed very interested in Mo Qiu, and cupped his hands and said:

"Shen has always wanted to make a potion of elixir, but suffered from not having a suitable alchemist. I can see you today. Let's have a good chat when we have time."

"Dare not to follow orders." Mo Qiu cupped his hands:

"However, fellow Taoists, you should know that the medicinal effect of the spirits in the water world will be greatly lost after they go out, so even if they are refined into a panacea, it may not be very effective."

It is precisely because of this that most of the monks who came in took the elixir directly, and almost no one bothered to refine the elixir.

He, an alchemist, is useless.

Regarding Marquis Shen, although everyone present did not show it on the surface, they were all vigilant.

This person who dared to steal the Jindan sect in the realm of Daoji was daring, and he would use any means to achieve his goal.

"certainly."

Shen Hou smiled and nodded:

"The elixir that Shen wants to refine has been prepared outside, and does not involve spiritual things in this world."

"alright!"

Cowen spoke at the right time:

"Since everyone has seen it, let's go up and have a look. The hidden place is about to open, so don't make others wait."

"yes!"

"Walk!"

Several people nodded, and the escape light rose one after another, straight into the sky.

…………

The void is endless.

It is rare that there is no rain.

Above the mist, figures stood in midair.

There are monks, Taoists and nuns, old and young, and strong people, all of whom have extremely powerful auras, even attracting the vitality of the surrounding world to stir endlessly.

Mo Qiu and the others were in it, but they were inconspicuous.

In the middle, there are two people standing with their hands behind their hands.

Although there are only two people in the area, they are so powerful that they overwhelm everyone around them.

Jun Lei is real Lei Fei.

Laugh Maitreya Fakong.

Master Jun Lei is dressed in Taoist robes covered with thunder patterns and a crown of crowns. His tall and strong figure is like a god of thunder, and his aura is intimidating.

Laughing Maitreya has a round figure, with a fat face, his eyes are slit when he smiles, and his worn cassock can't even cover his round belly.

The two stood side by side, solidifying the void.

Not far from them, at some point, ripples appeared in the void like the surface of water, and through the ripples, the blurry scene inside could be seen faintly.

The hidden place of the ancestral temple!

"It is said that there is a world hidden deep in the ancestral temple, which is completely different from the water world." Kou Wen looked solemn, and said slowly to several people:

"No one knows how vast it is, and few people have been able to enter it for thousands of years. Naturally, the elixir inside is far more abundant than the outside world."

"Nine times out of ten, Daoist Nascent Soul entered the Water Realm for this reason!"

"Yes." Madam Butterfly nodded slowly:

"Even if the hidden place of the ancestral temple here is not as good as the ancestral temple, but there were only two groups of people entering it before, maybe there are more good things than the ancestral temple."

"hope so."

Marquis Shen rubbed his hands, his eyes flickering wildly.

Mo Qiu glanced at him, subconsciously vigilant.

This person's evasion method is extremely mysterious, and he is clearly standing not far from him, but the perception of the spiritual officer's eyes always feels unreal.

Escaping and Flying Without Interval, it really lives up to its name.

also……

When the two met for the first time, there was a flash of surprise and secret joy in the other party's eyes. Although he concealed it well, he couldn't escape his perception.

The other party knows himself?

Thoughts turned, agitation popped up not far away.

"Zhang Mian!"

"He didn't die?"

"He's here too!"

Exclamations continued, and the crowd quickly dispersed, revealing two figures, one old and one young.

The old man's beard is white, his breath is not obvious, and his whole body is full of decay, just like an ordinary person in his dying years.

The woman wears tulle and has a golden core cultivation base. She seems to be in a panic at this moment, leaning tightly on the old man.

"Um?"

Moqiu raised his eyebrows slightly.

Although the tulle magic weapon on the woman's head concealed her appearance, he could recognize at a glance that this woman was the one who set up the stall a few days ago.

Zhang Mian?

Sanyang Sword Zhang Mian!

His thoughts turned sharply, and his eyes narrowed.

"I didn't expect it." At this moment, Master Jun Lei looked sideways, with a dull voice:

"Zhang Daoyou dare to show up?"

"Hey..." Now that his identity has been exposed, Zhang Fang no longer hides, his body shakes lightly, and a hot yang energy spreads out:

"The old man's time is running out, if you don't come and give it a try, can't you just wait until you die?"

"Amitabha." The smiling Maitreya Fakong put his hands together, and the smile that was always on his face had quietly subsided at some point.

He looked at Zhang Fang, and the Buddha's light surged behind him, and a ten-thousand-character French quietly emerged, and the compassion on his body was completely destroyed:

"Benefactor Zhang killed my sub-rudder and Daoist brother Qingshan. This is the death place of the Jiujiang League. Since I met you today, I'm going to ask the benefactor for advice!"

"Hmph!" Zhang Wu sneered, raised his hand, and a rainbow-colored sword light appeared beside him:

"Monk, Zhang is afraid that you will fail!"

"but……"

He paused slightly, and said with a half-smile:

"I'm afraid you won't be able to enter this hidden place again."

"Amitabha." Laughing Maitreya was not moved by his words, and said calmly:

"It seems that what the benefactor really wants is to go to the secret place to find treasure. It's okay if the poor monk doesn't go in, but it's just a chance."

"And the benefactor will die because of this!"

He could see that the other party's body was exhausted, and it was just a superficial appearance, and he might die after more than ten years of suffering.

"Maybe." Zhang Fang's face remained unchanged, and he said in a cold voice:

"However, even if Zhang dies, I'm afraid he can catch you, a bald donkey. My Sanyang sword has not devoured blood for hundreds of years, and it is about to be unsheathed today."

There was silence.

Don't beg your eyes to flicker.

He has heard of the reputation of Sanyang Sword Zhang Mian, Nascent Soul Daoist, and he is a casual cultivator, and has a sworn feud with Jiujiang League.

Four hundred years ago, for some reason, one person and one sword entered the Lijiang sub-helm, beheading a Nascent Soul with the sword, but it is said that this person also died not long after.

Unexpectedly, he did not die, and came here.

"Hula la..."

The gust of wind shook, and everyone retreated one after another, moving away from the center.

Golden elixir fighting techniques can spread hundreds of miles away, and the fight of Nascent Soul Daoist is afraid that it will be shaken for thousands of miles, and if you get close, you will be courting death.

"Two."

Suddenly, Lei Fei stretched out his hand to stop him, saying:

"Can we talk about the conflicts from that year later? Now that the secret is about to open, you probably don't want to miss this opportunity, do you?"

As he spoke, he looked at Xiao Maitreya and opened his mouth to transmit the sound. Although he didn't know what he said, he could see Xiao Maitreya's face changing from time to time.

a long time.

Smiling Maitreya narrowed his eyes, looked at Zhang Fang and the girl next to him with deep meaning, nodded and said:

"For the sake of Fellow Daoist Lei, I will spare your life for the time being, but this time you open the hidden place, you can't stand by and watch."

"Hey..." Zhang Fang raised his eyebrows, but he didn't refuse:

"Alright, Mr. Zhang wants to go in and have a look."

As he spoke, he flicked his fingers, and the flying sword beside him suddenly disappeared, appearing above the ripples in the void, and the blade of the sword flickered and shone with light.

"Om..."

The ripples trembled, and instantly became much more transparent.

"good!"

Lei Fei nodded, his face was full of joy, and then he waved his long sleeves lightly, and a dazzling thunder light struck the ripples like a living thing.

"Amitabha!"

Laughing Maitreya clasped his hands together, and three relics flew out from behind his head. The relics shone with Buddha's light, and the enlightenment scriptures poured down towards the ripples.

"Om..."

The three Nascent Soul masters worked together, the ripples trembled suddenly, and then expanded rapidly, gradually becoming a vortex, and the scenery inside began to be revealed little by little.

Mo Qiuzheng changed from the field of vision, his body suddenly tensed up, the armored soldiers tempered the body Dafa, and the real body of Wuyue Town Prison spontaneously operated with full force.

The black light armor has not been refined for a long time, and it has not been able to do what it wants. It took half a beat to react, but he forcibly suppressed it.

"It's you?"

A cold voice came from not far away, with a half-smile:

"What a coincidence."

Mo Qiu tilted his head, his eyes could not help shrinking.

Patriarch Scattering Flowers!

He actually came here too, and the woman next to him was naturally the goddess Feng Guyan.

Not seen for some years, Feng Guyan's complexion seems to have changed, his face is haggard, and it looks like he has been bullied very hard.

"Scattered Flower Patriarch!"

"It's him?"

"Who is that person?"

"I don't know."

Whispering voices came from all directions.

The ancestor of Sanhua is hopeful for the existence of Nascent Soul, and he is well-known in Yunmengchuan, and there are not a few people who know him here.

As for Moqiu...

The reputation is not obvious, but there are not many Jindan Grandmasters, and they found out after a little inquiring, and a little commotion immediately broke out in the field.

Different from Yuanying, everyone is just watching the drama for the changes here.

"Scattered Flower Patriarch?"

Kou Wen frowned, his thoughts turned, and he had guessed a lot.

He knew that Patriarch Sanhua was interested in Wang Qiaoxi, but at that time Wang Qiaoxi was not yet a golden core, and the other party was not urgent.

It is only one step away from Daoji's consummation to Jindan, but too many people have been stopped.

Even the Sanhua sect is not sure about helping others to achieve golden elixir.

now.

Wang Qiaoxi has obtained the golden elixir, the ancestor of Sanhua is determined to get it, and the girl's sweetheart is Mo Qiu in front of him.

The contradiction is obvious.

"..."

Beside her, Madam Die's beautiful eyes flickered, Tian Chi frowned, but the two couples of Tongye Island and Marquis Shen had already retreated quietly.

The attitudes of the few people are obvious.

After all, we just met each other not long ago, so we can't talk about friendship, let alone offend the highly cultivated Patriarch Sanhua for Moqiu.

Although Madam Die and Tian Chi haven't made a statement yet, they probably won't take the initiative to solicit right and wrong.

Why!

Kou Wen sighed in his heart, stepped forward, and was about to speak with his hands clasped.

"What's wrong?"

At this time, a crisp female voice sounded:

"Friend Daoist Mo, meet again?"

Don't ask to tilt your head, your eyes are slightly bright.

Hu Qingju!