Fairy Tree

After confirming that it was feasible to open a passage through the Soul-Eating Fire Gu, Xiao Lin was not in a hurry to leave.

It's not that he still has any attachment to this place, but that he is thinking about whether it is the best time to leave now.

The attack of the monster tide will be led by a large number of low-level monsters at the beginning, and more and more of them will gather. In the end, those true-level monsters and even emperor-level monsters will definitely be unable to sit still.

At that time, the attack of the beast tide will truly reach its climax. Even if Ziyang Fairy City can resist such an attack for some time, this time will never be too long.

If he leaves now, Xiao Lin is worried that he will encounter a true-level monster on the road. If he encounters an emperor-level monster, his life will really be in danger.

If the emperor-level monsters also come to attack the city and fight with the people of Beilan Sect, this may be the best time for him to leave.

And before leaving, Xiao Lin wanted to try and practice some secret techniques of ghost concealment and blood burning. It was unrealistic for Xiao Lin to master these two secret techniques in a very short period of time.

However, as long as he masters one skill, it will be of great help for his subsequent escape from the Purple Sun Immortal City.

Thinking of this, Xiao Lin took out the metal sheet from his storage bag, placed it in front of him, and studied it carefully.

...

In a mountain range in the Southern Territory.

The continuous mountains continue to the end of the world. There are countless huge peaks standing in these mountains, each one is thousands of feet high, and above each peak, there are more than a dozen small peaks hanging upside down.

The magical light of various colors shuttles between these mountain peaks, making people almost suspect that they have arrived in a fairyland on earth.

The tallest peak among them is over a thousand and several hundred feet tall. The thick mountain body stands out among the other peaks, and is extremely conspicuous among the mountains.

On the tip of this mountain peak, there is also a huge mountain hanging upside down, which is as high as a hundred feet. On top of this hanging upside down mountain is a flat rock that is dozens of miles long. And on top of this rock, stands A magnificent palace.

In front of the palace gate, dozens of thick pillars stand, supporting a huge dome. You can vaguely see a huge plaque above the door, engraved with the word "Bei Lan", with dragons and phoenixes dancing, and shocking sounds bursting out between the lines. Sword intent.

Passing through the stone gate, there is a dark corridor. Entering the depths of the corridor, it gradually becomes brighter. Dozens of monks in linen robes are lined up on both sides, standing with hands hanging down, their eyes sweeping forward from time to time, their faces full of emotion. They are all respectful.

In the deepest part of the hall, on a golden recliner, a seventy-year-old man with a ferocious face was sitting. The old man had white hair, which was extremely thick and stood upright, looking extremely messy.

However, there was no wrinkle on the old man's face, just like that of a newborn baby, white with red.

The old man was wearing a coarse linen green robe, with no expression on his face, but his deep eyes occasionally flashed with thought.

The entire hall was silent, and the atmosphere was so oppressive that it made people feel extremely uncomfortable. The dozens of linen-robed monks below were all silent. While looking at each other, they all saw the look of helplessness in each other's eyes.

"How is Dong Changli doing now?" After a moment, the old man in rough linen and green robes asked.

A grey-haired old man in his fifties at the front hurriedly bowed and saluted, and replied: "Reporting to the Third Elder, Junior Brother Dong is currently fighting monsters in Purple Sun Immortal City. In the past ten days, although the tide of beasts has been ferocious, But most of the ones coming are mortal-level monsters. Although there are true-level monsters, there are not many, so we can still support it."

"Meng Xuan?"

Hearing the old man in coarse linen and green robes speak, a strong man in his forties immediately walked out from the crowd below. He saluted with a respectful face and said, "Disciple is here. What do you want the third elder to do?"

"Among the many second-generation Jindan disciples, your cultivation is considered to be above average. Your cultivation in the middle stage of Jindan is enough to replace your Senior Brother Dong. You should go to Ziri Immortal City and replace Dong Changli. After all, after leading many disciples to fight against monsters for more than ten days, I need to take a good rest."

"Disciple, I obey." The eyes of the strong man who bowed showed a look of dissatisfaction, but it was only fleeting. Even though he felt all kinds of grievances in his heart, he knew that in front of the Third Supreme Elder in front of him, everything would be different. Never show it.

Otherwise, the crime of disobeying the Supreme Elder would be enough for the old man in coarse linen robes to kill him on the spot.

Moreover, if he replaced Dong Changli in the past, he would not necessarily be in danger. The attack of the monsters was protracted and this was just the beginning. I thought that his uncle would send someone to replace him after a while.

Even if the worst outcome occurs, at most the Purple Sun Immortal City will be breached. Once such a situation occurs, the worst possible outcome is that he will immediately leave through the hidden teleportation array in the Purple Sun Immortal City.

Let the low-level casual cultivators and ordinary mortals in Purple Sun Immortal City be given up to monsters, as long as you can ensure your own safety.

Thinking of this, the forty-year-old man raised his head, and the dissatisfaction on his face turned into submission.

"He Wuya."

"Disciple is here." Another scribe walked out of the crowd. He had a fair face and regular features, which was the standard configuration of a beautiful man.

The old man in rough linen and green robes glanced at the man indifferently and said: "I think the attack of the beast tide will increase to a higher level. Those dormant emperor-level evil beasts will be almost unbearable. You and Meng Xuan go there together." , It doesn’t matter if you can kill one or two evil beasts, but if you really can’t kill them, don’t force it, or at worst, give up on Purple Sun Immortal City.”

"Yes." The scribe nodded, bowed, and left the hall together with the golden elixir monk named Meng Xuan.

After the two people left, the entire hall became empty again, and the old man in rough linen and green robes closed his eyes slightly, as if he was still sleeping.

The people below still did not dare to leave, they all stood quietly with their hands tied and silent.

"Hey, you finally came out. You didn't show up during the two beast tides. This time you finally couldn't hold it in any longer." The old man in rough green robes who seemed to be sleeping but not sleeping suddenly stood up suddenly, with a ferocious expression on his face. smile.

The next moment, a rich golden stream of light suddenly appeared, illuminating the entire hall with splendor. But then the golden light dissipated, and the figure of the old man in rough linen and green robes disappeared without a trace.

"Sect Master, could it be that in this beast wave, there really is a demon clan in disguise?" Everyone did not disperse, but looked at the original fifty-year-old man solemnly and asked.

This person is the contemporary leader of the Beilan Sect, Qinghuan Zhenren, who has been in charge of the Beilan Sect for three hundred years.

Glancing at the dissipated golden light with some envy, Master Qinghuan sighed in his heart, thinking that he had entered the realm of Golden Elixir Dzogchen a hundred years ago, and was only one step away from being able to condense the Nascent Soul and achieve the Great Dao.

Unfortunately, in the end, he still failed. Now that he is five hundred years old, he has given up on further plans. The road to cultivation is like this, it has always been a single-plank bridge.

Some people can easily get through it and see the beautiful scenery on the other side of the bridge, while more people fall under the single-plank bridge and the fairy road is cut off.

Qinghuan Zhenren was also a genius at that time. He condensed the golden elixir in just one hundred and twenty years and became one of the few people in the Beilan Sect who had the best chance of condensing the Nascent Soul in the millennium. Unfortunately, after that, he practiced hard for nearly four years. For a hundred years, I have seen all the ups and downs of the world.

Although his cultivation had advanced to the Golden Elixir Great Perfection state a hundred years ago, and there was only a thin line between him and Yuanying Avenue, but it was this thin line that was like a ravine thousands of miles away, which stopped him in the end, unable to go any further.

After living for more than five hundred years, he has completely given up on advancing to the Nascent Soul, and only thinks about cultivating his character and cultivating his descendants. In this way, he can still live for more than a hundred years until his death.

With a slight sigh, Master Qinghuan said: "From the words of the third elder Taishang before leaving, it is already obvious that the transformed monster is lurking in the Ten Thousand Poison Ponds millions of miles deep in the Demon Plain. "Thousands of years ago, it was still an imperial-level demonic beast. It survived the thunder tribulation a hundred years ago and successfully transformed."

"After transforming, I couldn't hold it anymore. I wanted to take advantage of this beast wave to invade our southern territory. That's why the third elder became furious and chose to take action himself."

"Is that the poisonous dragon?" Many Jindan monks on the side exclaimed with horror on their faces when they heard this.

"It turns out to be that poisonous dragon. The old dragon in Ten Thousand Poison Pond has been lurking in it for two or three thousand years. The surrounding area of ​​Ten Thousand Poison Pond has been managed by it like a dragon pond and a tiger's den. Even many of our disciples who went to the Demon Plain for trial heard the news. The color changes due to the poisonous pond."

"That's not true. There are several imperial-level monsters around the Ten Thousand Poison Pond, and they are all descendants of the old dragon who has mixed with a group of monsters. Even if we are the ones who rashly break into Ten Thousand Poisons, Poison Pond is also a narrow escape."

"No, sixty years ago I happened to pass by the Ten Thousand Poison Pond. I just wanted to go around by the edge of the pond, but unexpectedly I was targeted by an emperor-level monster. After a hard fight, I lost an arm. I was lucky enough to escape under such circumstances, but now that I think about it, it makes me break out in a cold sweat. "

"It turns out that Senior Brother Wang's arm was cut off by the poisonous dragon's son, Jiao Sun. Hey, Senior Brother Wang's arm has actually recovered to its original state."

"Hehe, thank you for your trouble, Junior Brother Bai. By chance, I bought a magic pill and restored the broken arm."

"If it is really the poisonous dragon leading a group of dragon sons and grandsons this time to start the beast tide, then we will be in trouble."

"No, if it doesn't work, the second elder will also come out of seclusion. Together with the third elder, they may be able to compete with the poisonous dragon. Otherwise, our third and fourth generation disciples will suffer heavy casualties."

"Elder Wu, have you already selected the third-generation disciples and fourth-generation disciples who will reinforce the Purple Sun Immortal City this time? Although Junior Brother Meng and Junior Brother He have already respected the ancestor's decree and went to the Purple Sun Immortal City to assist Junior Brother Dong in defending against the beast tide. "

"But if you want to continue to support the city-protecting formation of Purple Sun Immortal City, you must not only have enough spirit stones, but also have someone to integrate and activate the formation. Therefore, you still need to send out hundreds of foundation builders and thousands of practitioners. Qi disciple is the one.”

When the Jindan cultivator, who was called Junior Brother Wu, heard this, a somewhat evil smile appeared on his face.

"Don't worry, Sect Master, the candidate has been selected and will be teleported into the Purple Sun Immortal City together with the two junior brothers Meng and He today."