New White Snake Asking Immortals

A remote little world.

Dragon Palace.

The continuous rain made the green trees and green roof tiles darker in color. The silent fist-shaped Selaginella on the bluestone outside the house revived to absorb the rain. The distant clouds came silently and hit the Dragon Palace peak, filling the Dragon Palace with white water vapor.

Fat Tiger lay under the eaves and shrank as far as possible towards the door, half of his fur was wet from the rain.

Tu Yue stood on the stone steps outside the yard and walked back and forth with an anxious look on her face. She glanced at the house every time she walked around. The god who descended to earth was still breathless, but his spiritual energy was still there and his heartbeat was slow, as if he had entered some kind of dormant state. , the amazing thing is that I can't feel any soul fluctuations at all, and it's like a body lying in the house.

After exploring the secret realm before, this mysterious god suddenly fell into a deep sleep. He cooperated with the tiger demon to escort the sleeping mysterious girl back to the Dragon Palace. A major event suddenly happened in the spiritual world, causing her to be trapped in the Dragon Palace and unable to leave...

A large sect suddenly expanded and destroyed many small and medium-sized sects and families in just a few days.

In fact, in the spiritual world, it is common to fight for territory to expand. As a monk, the family can only surrender and pay tribute, and pay protection fees to anyone.

The problem is that this time is completely different.

The sect that initiated expansion went crazy and imitated the methods of the demonic sect, broke through the mountain guarding formation, massacred the whole sect, and looted all the supplies. How could ordinary sects and small families withstand it? Jie Xiu took the opportunity to cause chaos again, and the surrounding cultivation world was in chaos and expansion. The sect discovered the location of the Dragon Palace, and nearly ten thousand people surrounded the mountain peak. Strangely, several powerful attacks were inexplicably silenced.

Tu Yue is not worried about the fall of Dragon Palace, but is worried about whether the Tu family will be massacred and looted.

However, it was useless to worry. The one in the bedroom was asleep, and the tiger demon was standing outside the house and refused to leave even if the mountain was surrounded. The other little demons responsible for sweeping could not be counted on.

Tuyue circled anxiously on the steps outside the small courtyard, occasionally stopping to look at the misty mountains outside.

Compared with the anxious Tu Yue, the sect leader who besieged the Dragon Palace Peak had a bigger headache because he had lost hundreds of sect disciples in just a few days.

There are high-rise buildings on the top of the mountain opposite the Dragon Palace Peak, with inlaid patterns and brilliance flowing, and many monks are coming and going.

A flying boat stopped at the foot of the high platform. The god-transforming monks wearing the sect leader's costumes stepped off the flying boat. They did not dare to fly in the air and hurried up the steps. Perhaps they were too preoccupied, and the middle-aged man with the cultivation level of the god-transforming stage almost stepped on the air.

In a high pavilion, three Mahayana monks looked at the mist-shrouded mountain peaks, their eyes full of curiosity and greed.

The sound of hurried footsteps on the stairs is getting closer and closer.

The middle-aged man finally climbed onto the high platform and walked up to the three of them.

"For the record, elders, two deacons led twenty outer disciples to climb a mountain half an hour ago. They also disappeared at the mountain gate archway, and the fragrance of their souls has not been extinguished."

"..."

After the elder brother was quiet for four or five breaths, a Mahayana monk waved his hand.

"There is no need to send anyone closer, just stop exploring for the time being and wait for instructions."

"Follow the order."

The middle-aged man in the sect leader's costume clasped his fists and bowed. He lowered his head and took a few steps back, turned around and walked off the high platform. He was silently relieved in his heart. Finally, he no longer had to send people to die. He made several consecutive investigations, starting with the first two foundation-building disciples, and went back and forth. Later, more than fifty disciples of the sect were turned in. The last time, two deacons of the Transformation God stage led more than 20 disciples of the Jindan stage to climb the mountain. They also did not make any waves and disappeared without a sound.

If this continues, the sect will really suffer.

The three Mahayana monks were silent.

Behind them was a pavilion similar to a shrine. In the pavilion was a luxurious bed covered by a curtain. Suddenly, a delicate hand stretched out from inside, and the curtains parted on both sides.

The three of them looked stern and quickly turned to face the luxurious bed high up.

A young and handsome man walked out of the curtain. He had extremely thin lips and a lazy and sleepy appearance. His robe was casually draped on his body. He was barefoot and his long hair was messy. He walked down the steps step by step.

He has a cynical and lazy temperament, and his narrow eyes reveal a cool and proud temperament.

"The formation hasn't been broken yet? It makes me look forward to it even more."

He stretched out without any image and lay down on the luxurious chair. Immediately, a pretty female nun came forward to squeeze his legs and pour wine.

Take a sip of spiritual wine.

"Is that grocery store legend true? The girl and the tiger demon of unknown origin have magical weapons?"

Hearing this, one of the Mahayana monks stepped forward.

"Sir, the mysterious grocery store does exist. It sells incredible and weird goods. There are worthless gadgets and magical weapons with unpredictable power. There are all kinds of secrets, techniques, and pills. If you are destined to encounter the clouds and mist on the mountain road, you will see the pavilion. , I searched hard but couldn’t find it.”

"Oh? Who are they?"

"There are monks, ordinary people, and some monsters and spirits. There is no order."

The lazy young man thought for a while.

"What should I buy for it, elixir? Rare materials?"

"Ordinary goods are traded in gold and silver, or common weapon refining materials in the spiritual world. Some goods can also be exchanged for the things that are most cherished in the heart. It seems that no one can lie and deceive the shopkeeper. And some goods require fate, and people who have no fate cannot force it. , it is said that there was a time when people without money exchanged their memories for treasures.”

Then he continued.

"I have repeatedly confirmed that a pavilion on the mountain is very similar to the legendary grocery store. It is most likely that store, but I have never seen the girl."

After the Mahayana monk finished speaking, he said no more. The young man squinted his eyes and looked at the mysterious mountain peak.

There was a sparkle in his eyes, but no matter what secret method he used, he could not see through the clouds and mist. This further confirmed that this place was not simple. He did not expect to find unexpected surprises when it expanded.

"Oh, who in this world can sell immortal artifacts for free? It's either an illusion, or... it's just a lucky person who picked up a treasure lost in the immortal world. If it is really missing in the immortal world, it will only be kept for me temporarily."

The three Mahayana monks remained silent and said nothing.

The lazy man didn't seem to care whether the three of them had the idea of ​​seizing the treasure. People died for money and birds died for food. The monks didn't care about their elders or inferiority in order to improve their cultivation. After breaking through the formation, they saw the legendary fairy weapon. The sect's rules are probably no match for that remote chance of ascension.

He was proud of his own luck, and suddenly remembered that he had not seen many great monks here so far.

"Where are those old guys from nearby sects?"

The three Mahayana monks sitting down had strange expressions on their faces.

"Several Mahayana monks and great demons...all closed the mountain gate tightly and opened the mountain protection formation. Their auras were unstable and they seemed to be seriously injured. Strangely, they could not escape or surrender."

"Oh? Not escaping or surrendering? It doesn't look normal. Forget it, we'll deal with them later."

A few people chatted for a while, invited dancing girls in cool clothes to drink and have fun, set up a fighting platform that looked small but was actually hundreds of feet tall, used some medicinal pills and magic weapons as rewards to attract disciples to fight, and admired the low-level monks fighting for a pill. The drug intrigues and intrigues stained the stone platform with blood, and I applauded when I saw the wonderful parts.

While pushing cups and changing cups to enjoy, a figure from a distance came from the sky and landed directly on the high platform. It was an old man wearing a luxurious blue robe.

The young man restrained himself from being a bit lazy.

The old man walked directly to the table, sat down cross-legged, and took a few gulps of the spirit wine.

"This formation is as natural as a natural formation. The people who set up the formation are extremely skillful. I am not as good as me."

Hearing these words, the three Mahayana monks and the young man all looked in disbelief. They did not expect that the great master of formation would say that his skills were inferior to others.

the young man asked hurriedly.

"Ku Lao, you can't break this formation?"

The old man in blue robe, known as Ku Lao, shook his head slightly.

"There is no perfect formation in the world. It takes too long to break the formation by normal means. I thought of a trick. Use earth-shaking treasures to destroy the earth veins under the mountain and cut off its roots. Even if it is not broken by luck, it will damage its foundation. Then attack with all your strength. Consumption can cause the magic circle to collapse."

Several people were thoughtful after hearing this, and a fat Mahayana monk frowned.

"What kind of treasure can destroy the earth's veins within a hundred miles radius?"

In the world of cultivation, the earth's veins that can support large formations are extremely strong, and the treasures that can shake them are extraordinary.

What's more, after the formation was broken, most of the treasures would fall into the hands of Mr. Ku and Young Master. The three of them reluctantly drank the remains of the cold soup from the bowl, and foolishly spent their own money to support others' cultivation.

The three Mahayana monks said nothing and pretended to be sad, just writing the word "poor" on their foreheads.

Unexpectedly, the corners of the lazy young man's mouth curled up slightly.

"I happen to have a top-quality earth-shaking orb made by a Mahayana weapon refiner. This place is indeed destined for me, hahaha~ I hope I won't be disappointed after breaking through the formation."

The old man smiled and said nothing, and the three Mahayana monks had strange expressions on their faces, surprised by the lazy young man's wealth.

Just as a few people were discussing the detailed plan to break the formation, there were fighting fluctuations in the distant mountains and forests. Since they didn't notice the aura of the high-level monks, they didn't pay much attention to it. Although the fighting time was a bit long...

In the dense jungle.

"You evil spirits are causing harm to the world in broad daylight! You must be killed!"

He saw the light of a cold sword flying into the sky from the forest, along with broken limbs and various weapons.

The fight took place in the temporary camp surrounding the mountain. The Yuanying monk who was meditating on the boulder was awakened and saw something incredible. A mortal wearing a military commander's uniform actually killed many foundation-building monks. That was the foundation-building monk. The monks in the basic period, who are like immortals in the eyes of mortals, are being chopped down at this moment.

"Warrior? Use martial arts to enter Taoism?"

Are all secular martial artists so fierce now?

The branches and leaves cut off by the sword fell to the ground. Ge Qianhu shook off the blood on the knife and fixed his eyes on a trembling foundation-building monk holding a fan-shaped magic weapon. His belt was tied with more than ten red ropes used to tie women's hair. .

"Seven days ago, seven women in Taiping Town were brutally abused and killed! Three days ago, five women in Yingcheng were abducted and their whereabouts are unknown."

Ge Qianhu raised his sword and pointed it at the monk, who was so frightened that the monk staggered back.

"And you are the murderer, kill!"

He suddenly rushed in and slashed with his sword. The sharp blade split the defensive spiritual shield and punched the monk hard on the chest with his left hand.

With a bang, the figure flew backwards and hit the tree, causing the leaves to scatter. The chest of the foundation-building monk with a red rope tied around his waist was cracked with blood and bones, and his solid body was violently blasted. Maybe he never expected to be in a sect. Makeshift camps kill people.

Ge Qianhu looked at the other sect monk who was holding a scimitar, not caring that he was in the other sect's camp at this time, he just wanted to punish the culprit who committed the crime.

"More than 200 people in Lujiaji had their souls ripped away from them. They are so heartbroken! Kill them!"

The low-level monks in the temporary camp were so frightened that they just ran for their lives, and their heads fell to the ground in a flash of sword light.

The Nascent Soul cultivator who was meditating on the boulder showed dissatisfaction. It was nothing for a strong man to crush a few *** ants. He dared to come to the sect camp to shout and provoke for such a trivial matter. He turned to look at the few Jindanqi next to him. One of the monks, a young and vigorous-looking male monk, stood up.

"Master, wait for a moment. Disciple, I will take the soul of the ant and light the soul lamp."

The Yuanying monk nodded expressionlessly.

"Well, go and come back quickly."

The young golden elixir monk flew towards Ge Qianhu with great momentum, and the attack spell arrived before anyone arrived. The other golden elixir monks commented as if nothing had happened, and seemed to be very interested in Ge Qianhu, who killed the foundation-building monk with a mortal body.

Soon, several people, including the Nascent Soul cultivator, were stunned.

If you read it correctly, the Jindan monk who was nailed to the ground by a sharp blade was still standing here just now...

Ge Qianhu, who was covered in blood, coldly drew his sword and shook off the blood, and held the sword with his left hand across his face.

"This knife is called Chu Er, and it is specially designed to kill women and criminals!"