Five Immortals Gate

After a few glances, Li Yan did not move forward, but frowned, as if waiting for the three people behind him.

Seeing Li Yan standing in front of him with his back to him, he suddenly stopped moving.

Fake, who was struggling to move forward, suddenly cried out in his heart, and secretly cursed Li Yan, almost using the most vicious words.

He knew that Li Yan did not want to go down again, and he should wait for the three of them to gather and let them go down to pick the "Higanbana".

What is this? Isn't this harming his life? At this moment, Monk Fake has completely forgotten that he has done this kind of thing before.

Every time, he did not coldly designate a few people to go down to pick, but any disobedient monk would be beaten by him.

At this moment, he only hoped to be farther away, but he also knew that this must be done, otherwise he is the sergeant of this cell, and if the task is not completed, it is himself who will be the hardest to escape responsibility.

When Monk Fake walked to a place not far from Li Yan, panting, Li Yan's voice, still without any emotion, came over.

But the content of the words was not to ask Monk Fake to go down and pick the "Higanbana" now, but to ask.

"Are there other places? Are the "Higanbana" you mentioned really three hundred to six hundred years old?"

When Li Yan said this, he turned his head slightly.

Then Monk Fake, who was wiping sweat while panting, felt that the other party's eyes were full of coldness.

He was too familiar with this chill, as if it had just passed not long ago. Before, in the dark cell, he was in such a cold chill, and he was tortured again and again.

Now when he thinks of it, his heart trembles with fear.

"What's wrong... It's right below..."

Fake shuddered and quickly put down his arm that was wiping sweat, then stood still and looked down. The depression was about a mile away from here.

With their eyesight standing on this high slope, they could already see clearly below.

However, just a few breaths later, the extremely angry voice of Monk Fake suddenly came.

"Fuck your ancestors, who is so shameless?"

His voice was heard very far away in an instant...

Half a minute later, the four people gathered together again. At this time, everyone's face was very ugly, and the most angry here was Monk Fake.

There were only some "Higanbana" left in the depression in front of him, and there was no "Higanbana" over three hundred years old.

This made Monk Fake's heart bleed. Originally, in a corner of this small area, he had kept three "Higanbana" that were five or six hundred years old.

That was the storage he would use for special times.

But now, only some "Higanbana" that are not old enough are left in this area, and even those about 300 years old have all disappeared.

"Someone has found this place and has taken it all away!"

Fake monk's eyes were flaming with anger.

If he knew which cell did it, he would definitely make the other party look bad. If he couldn't kill the other party, he would find a chance to make the other party lose a layer of skin.

After they found this place, they were basically relieved because there was a barrier composed of mutated "ghost thorns" here, and the distance to cross the "ghost thorn" mountain was not short.

There were many spikes on the "ghost thorn" mountain, and not many people in the whole prison were willing to continue looking forward after walking for half an hour.

They walked for about two hours, and even the squad leaders in the cell were unwilling to endure such endless and seemingly endless torture.

After everyone lost their cultivation, Fake monk determined that even if there was no formation to cover this place, except for the time when he came here without risking his life.

Others would not have walked for several hours to find this place, but he was still wrong. There were still people in the cell who were equally desperate.

"If we go out now, judging from your condition, you may not be able to get out for two hours, so today's time will be almost wasted.

Tell me, besides here, where else can you find suitable "Higanbana"?"

Li Yan's face was not good either. He worked so hard for so long, but in the end, he didn't get a single hair.

Four days seemed very long, but after searching for this period of time, he already knew that these so-called "Higanbana" were not easy to find suitable ones.

It was said that many grew on the banks of the "Minglun River", and in fact, many did grow, but no suitable plants were found.

"No more..."

"Pah!"

Before Monk Fa Ke finished answering, he felt a burning pain on his face, and his whole head was slapped to one side, with his mouth crooked and his eyes slanted.

However, he was still a physical cultivator after all. Taking advantage of the situation, he ignored the severe pain from his feet and hurriedly retreated to one side, and did not fall under the exhaustion.

After being hit hard, Fake suddenly felt a buzzing sound in his head, and he was completely confused.

On his face, which was still swollen, several clear finger marks appeared again.

"Hey, hey, stop it, stop it! There's really nothing left..."

He looked at Li Yan with a gloomy face in astonishment. The other party attacked him in an instant without any hesitation or warning, which made him unable to defend himself.

"Pah!"

"Pah!"

"Pah..."

"Ah... Stop, stop, you lunatic, ah..."

He retreated quickly, but his feet were still in constant pain, which greatly reduced his speed. On the other hand, Li Yan treated the "ghost thorn" spikes under his feet as if they did not exist at all.

Li Yan said nothing, and slapped the monk Fake on the face or head after slapping him.

In the horror and eyes of the other two, the always domineering monk Fake could only protect his head with both hands while screaming.

But no matter how he covered it, Li Yan could accurately slap his face or head with every slap, and the expression of the short-haired young man at this time was so gloomy that it seemed that water could drip out.

He beat the tall monk again and again no matter how the other party dodged.

After slapping the monk Fake seven or eight times, seeing that the other party kept begging for mercy and screaming, Li Yan stopped and turned around to look at the two magic practitioners.

"Senior Li, Senior Li... No, there is really no place to hide. We dare not lie about this, really, really..."

The words in one of the mouths were like a chain of crossbow arrows, pouring out impatiently.

At the same time, he had already hurriedly retreated, and his speed was surprisingly fast. For a moment, he was not afraid of the pain.

"We...we...we also want to complete the task, even now...now there is it in front of us, you can let me pick it, it's all right!"

The other person has begun to stutter, looking at Li Yanru's ferocious eyes, his tears came out.

This man's attack was too cruel. The key is that now they have no defense against the attack. If they are hit, they will just take it. It is really painful.

The opponent's strength is surprisingly strong. He doesn't want to experience the scene in the cell again!

Just looking at the monk Fake, who has always been mighty and domineering, and now he is beaten with blood on his face and begging for mercy, he feels that fear is coming again.

The man retreated and waved his hands at Li Yan. They were able to survive here, and they had basically lost their unyielding spirit.

Now the only hope left was to try to survive, even if it was just one day or one hour longer than others.

"Think carefully, where can I find the right 'Bianhua'? I don't have much patience!"

Li Yan suddenly stopped and did not make any more moves. His face instantly returned to normal, and even his tone returned to calm.

However, this kind of face-turning and calm appearance made the three people feel that the person in front of them was mentally distorted after losing his cultivation.

In fact, after losing their ability to penetrate the world, their mentality would change a lot, or even collapse.

But since most people can reach the current state, they can naturally suppress all kinds of negative emotions in their hearts, but some people can't do it.

For example, Li Yan in front of him, his temperament is particularly fluctuating, and he is very cruel.

Li Yan didn't want people to know that he was good at scheming, and he had no sympathy or politeness towards these people.

When Li Yan said this, he once again looked at Monk Fake. The other party was the farthest away from him at this time and didn't dare to come over.

After seeing Li Yan looking at him again, Monk Fake wanted to cry bitterly. He hadn't been so wronged for many years.

He regretted why he still went to ask Fanan for this person. How could this bring him good news? This was his death warrant.

"I... I also know that there are four places where it is possible... It is possible that there will be "Bianhua" of suitable age, but... I'm not sure if it will be found and picked like here!"

Monk Fake's words were already very vague, but fortunately he had thick skin and flesh, and he felt a burning pain on his head and face.

But as he spoke, his voice became lower and lower. After what happened before his eyes, he didn't dare to say too much.

Moreover, those places were just their alternative areas, and some of them were very far away. Judging from their current location, they might not be able to reach them in four days.

"There are still more than three days left. If you can't find it every day, you will be the same as before!"

Li Yan's eyes narrowed slowly again.

If he didn't complete this first mission, he would not have a good ending. So, why should he be polite?

After hearing this, Monk Fake's body trembled violently.

"We don't have to explore further, or... or directly approach the 'Nether River' within five miles, the probability there is very high!"

Monk Fake was a little anxious and said this directly.

As soon as he said this, the faces of the two Dharma practitioners turned pale in an instant, but they didn't dare to stop him.