Pagoda Immortality

Does Suxin Palace have strong men in the Undead City?

Lu Li just listened to the other words, but Gu Xiangrong's words made Lu Li frown involuntarily, but soon, his expression returned to normal.

Below is an open underground cave hall.

There is a stone platform built against the wall of the cave hall. At this time, a bald old monk with a calm aura sat cross-legged on it without moving.

Some people gathered together under the stone platform to chat and laugh, while others sat alone and remained silent. It seems that the exchange meeting has not started yet.

Otherwise, these people would have left long ago.

Hiss, there are really a lot of people.

Lu Li and Gu Xiangrong walked down the stone steps side by side. When they saw so many people in the hall, they couldn't help but be shocked. A rough glance showed that there were probably no less than forty combined masters below.

It was the first time that Lu Li saw so many combined masters gathered together.

Faxin?

Suddenly, Lu Li turned his eyes and looked at the blue-robed old monk sitting cross-legged on the stone platform.

That person turned out to be the old monk who announced the closure of the Heavenly Demon Battlefield in Tianhaiyuan. Lu Li remembered that he claimed to be the current abbot of Mingguang Treasure Temple.

Unexpectedly, even this peerless monk who was known as the first master of Dongling came to Wanxian Island.

"Brother, let's go there."

At this moment, Gu Xiangrong's voice suddenly came to Lu Li's ears.

Lu Li came back to his senses and saw that Gu Xiangrong had already started to walk to the right. After a slight hesitation, he followed Gu Xiangrong.

However, while walking, Lu Li suddenly felt that a pair of eyes seemed to be locked on him. He couldn't help but frown and turned back to look in a direction behind him.

There were so many people here, and it was not surprising that someone looked at him curiously, but these eyes had never left since he came in.

When Lu Li looked over, he saw a thin, dry-haired old man in his sixties or seventies wearing a green robe, staring at him expressionlessly.

When their eyes met.

The old man's pupils shrank, and he avoided Lu Li's gaze involuntarily, and then he communicated with the purple-clothed old man beside him in secret.

"This man has such a strong aura of sharpness, and he has such strong hostility towards me. Could he be someone from the Sword Palace?" Lu Li lowered his eyelids and pondered for a moment, then walked towards Gu Xiangrong without making a sound.

In fact, Lu Li guessed correctly. This old man with dry hair was Qu Xinghe, the ninth elder of Mingxin Sword Palace.

His cultivation had already reached the bottleneck of the initial stage of fusion.

But Qu Xinghe never expected that the enemy he wanted to find so much actually looked stronger than himself, which made him a little difficult to accept.

"Brother Qu, you may have recognized the wrong person, that guy is a real mid-stage strongman, are you sure he is Lu Li?" The purple-clothed old man next to him looked at Lu Li's back from a distance and replied in a voice transmission.

"No doubt, he is definitely Lu Li. Fu Qingchuan of Jinghong Sword Sect once gave me a portrait, and the person in it is exactly the same as this person." Qu Xinghe said affirmatively.

"But this, didn't you say before that he was only in the spirit separation stage? This difference is too big. Or is it true that the one who destroyed the Heavenly Sword Pavilion was not Lu Li himself, but his disciple Tang Fei, as the rumors in the world say?"

"This... I can't say, but no matter what, the destruction of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion is inseparable from this person, isn't it? The Palace Master ordered me to investigate this matter, and I have to give him a satisfactory explanation. How about asking Brother Dong to help me?" Qu Xinghe said in a voice transmission with a flicker in his eyes.

The purple-clothed old man in front of him was not of low status. He was Dong Jinyuan, the second elder of Mingxin Sword Palace. His cultivation had reached the entry level of the late stage, and he could not be underestimated.

"Help? How can I help? This is Wanxian Island. Even if I am a late-stage cultivator, I can't easily take him down." Dong Jinyuan frowned slightly, and did not agree to Qu Xinghe outright.

"Wanxian Island is indeed not to be moved, but..."

While Qu Xinghe and the second elder Dong Jinyuan were secretly communicating, Lu Li had followed Gu Xiangrong through the crowd and came to a place against the wall.

There were no tables and chairs in this hall, only some round stone platforms as big as futons. Some people sat down, and some stood directly for the convenience of communication.

"Junior Brother Xu, let me introduce you, this is Lu Li, Fellow Daoist Lu." Gu Xiangrong walked up to a big-bellied old man who had just stood up from the stone platform, pointed at Lu Li and introduced him with a smile.

"Daoyou Lu, I'm Xu Yunfeng, polite... um? No!"

The big-bellied old man politely bowed to Lu Li, but halfway through, he suddenly looked at Gu Xiangrong with a look of doubt: "Brother Gu, he..."

Gu Xiangrong chuckled: "Yes, that's the one."

Xu Yunfeng was shocked when he heard this: "Oh my God! You ate Chun, no, you ate a magic medicine, how come you became so powerful all of a sudden."

Lu Li was originally preparing to return it to you seriously, but when he heard this, he couldn't help but twitch his mouth and laughed dryly: "Daoyou Xu, you're too kind, it's just a small opportunity, just a small opportunity."

"Tsk tsk, your opportunity is not small, I'm now more than 12,000 years old, and my hammer is smoking, but I'm only in the middle stage of perfection, you kid, you're simply not a human." Xu Yunfeng smacked his lips.

"Brother Xu, don't say that." Seeing this, Gu Xiangrong frowned and reminded.

"It's okay, brother. I know that Fellow Daoist Xu didn't mean that." Lu Li smiled and waved his hand.

"Haha, you kid, you're pretty good. Uh, I said it wrong again, it's Fellow Daoist, hehe..." Although Xu Yunfeng has lived for tens of thousands of years, he doesn't have that kind of lifeless feeling at all, but looks very lively.

Gu Xiangrong was a little speechless, and changed the subject and asked: "Junior brother, you just came from Dongling, is everything okay there? Nothing big happened during my absence?"

"Hey! What can happen? It's just that Senior Brother Wu complains all day long, saying that he doesn't want to be the Pavilion Master anymore. But the Holy Son's current cultivation is low, and he can't get rid of it for a while, which makes him very depressed." Xu Yunfeng said a little bored.

Holy Son?

Hearing this, Lu Li suddenly interrupted and asked, "Fellow Daoist Xu, can I ask how your Saint Son's cultivation is now?"

Xu Yunfeng sighed, "The Saint Son's cultivation is definitely not comparable to that of a freak like you, Fellow Daoist Lu. He is only in the early stage of the Spirit Severing Realm. However, although his progress is slow now, after he reaches the Mahayana Realm, his combat power will definitely be far superior to others in the same realm."

"That's for sure. It is said that the advantages of spiritual roots will gradually become apparent after the Mahayana Realm. By then, those of us with single spiritual roots will actually have nothing but cultivation. If we talk about combat power, I'm afraid we are not comparable at all." Gu Xiangrong also sighed.

"......"

In the early stage of the Spirit Severing Realm, it's not bad.

Lu Li sincerely felt fortunate for Chen Zhong, thinking that if it weren't for the full cultivation of Xuanlian Pavilion, Chen Zhong would probably have reached the Spirit Transformation Realm at this time.

This is a good thing that can steadily improve cultivation without taking any risks. Even Lu Li himself envied it. However, taking a step back, if Lu Li really wanted to join a sect, he probably wouldn't be willing.

At this moment, Xu Yunfeng suddenly remembered something and whispered: "Speaking of Dong Ling, a small incident really happened a few years ago..."