The big brother everyone loves

A few days later.

Wandao Palace.

Fang Yu sat on the jade steps, and in front of him, there were ten lotus-shaped lampstands, and in each lotus lamp, there was a green flame burning in it.

These ten clusters of green flames were similar in size, scorching with light and heat, representing the ten geniuses of the Ten Thousand Dao Sect Tianjiao.

Suddenly, the soul lamps that were originally burning brightly dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Soon it shrank from the size of a fan to the size of a fist, and the flames flickered, as if they were in danger of being extinguished at any moment.

Fang Yu quietly stared at the soul lamp in front of him, his expression did not change at all, but it could be seen from his slightly trembling sleeves that his heart was by no means as calm as it seemed on the surface.

After a few moments, the crumbling soul fire finally stabilized, but it was much weaker than before, only the size of a walnut, as if a gust of wind could blow it away.

"Whew!"

Seeing this, Fang Yu and the three Supreme Elders behind him breathed a long sigh of relief.

At this time, an old man wearing a purple robe, a flowing white beard, and a fairy wind and bones chuckled and said

, "It seems that the juniors have all entered the grave, and the rest, we old guys can't do anything, it depends on everyone's luck." Hearing

this, the four people in the hall bowed their heads in agreement and put away their worried expressions.

"Old man Han, you cheekily stuffed your Han Yiguang, the descendant of the Han family, into it this time, it's really a bit nonsense. "

Han Yiguang is not one of the top ten disciples, and his cultivation is far inferior to the other nine, let him enter the immortal tomb, aren't you afraid that he will go and never return?"

Han Qiansheng pursed his lips after hearing this, and said confidently:

"Hua Qianjue's kid is in retreat to break through the Yuan Infant, no matter whether he succeeds or fails, it is impossible to enter the land of burial immortals again, so a place is vacated, why can't my family Yiguang go?" "It's

not that the old man is boasting, even if the True Transmission Competition is held now, Han Yiguang will definitely come out on top, otherwise how could the sect master agree to give him the place."

As he spoke, Han Qiansheng glanced at Hong Changqian next to him lightly, and then said

, "As a member of the Wandao Sect, it is the right thing for the Han family to let their genius descendants contribute to the sect, regardless of life and death, it is his honor.

"It's like you, Lao Hong, who secretly persuaded your precious apprentice Wen Zhanxue to quit in private, and begged to go to the sect master. "

As a result, Niece Wen understands the righteousness and wants to save the living beings of the two worlds from fire and water, not only did you not persuade her, but she also taught her, do you really think I don't know?"

"You..."

Hong Changqian was robbed by Han Qiansheng, and his old face suddenly turned red, and he said angrily:

" Don't talk nonsense, don't forget that Xue'er is a demon clan, if she rashly enters the land of burial immortals, no one knows if it will increase additional risks, what's wrong with me persuading her to quit?"

"That's enough!"

Hearing the argument between the two, Fang Yu finally waved his hand, interrupting their arguing, and immediately ordered:

"From today on, I will personally take care of the soul lamp in the Wandao Palace, and during this period, the major affairs of the sect will be entrusted to the three Taishang."

"Obey the law.

As he spoke, the expressions of Han Qiansheng, Hong Changqian, and Geng Nianqiu instantly became solemn, and they all bowed down to receive the order.

Meanwhile.

Cold, dark, deadly.

The smell of decay and decay lingered in the air, and Li Xi lay in a strangely shaped bronze coffin, observing everything around him with a solemn expression through the small hole inside.

At the moment of entering the place of burial immortals, the group was pulled and separated by an overwhelming force of time and space, and scattered among the huge immortal tombs.

Thinking of the various rules that Lu Shenjun had explained, as soon as he landed, Li Xi took out the coffin and drilled into it without hesitation...

After all, in this strange and dangerous environment, the more unbelieving the evil is, the faster you will die.

Through the light shining from the outside world, Li Xi realized that it was currently night, and after confirming that there was no danger around, he cautiously rolled out of the coffin.

At the same time, he quickly drew a long sword as black as ink, and looked around.

This long sword is called blood, and the sword body is covered with countless fine scarlet lines, and as soon as it is held in its hand, a tyrannical and vicious aura permeates out, and it is a magic sword from the Valley of Divine Tribulation.

Before entering the Immortal Tomb, everyone had selected a few Evil Dao magic weapons of excellent quality, all of which came from the Divine Tribulation Valley Treasury.

In order to sacrifice them, the evil cultivators of the Divine Tribulation Valley did not know how many living beings had been killed, but at this time, they had become a weapon for the self-defense of the disciples of the righteous path, which had a sense of karma and reincarnation.

Soon, Li Xi found himself in a vast wilderness, above the sky, a dark red blood moon hung high, drowsy and depressing, sprinkling an eerie and terrifying glow.

The rotting and sticky black soil, gray-white gravel, and various twisted and knotted trees are intertwined to create a strange and desolate scene.

At this moment, Li Xi was dressed in sackcloth, and his whole person exuded an ominous meaning, and the black mist that lingered around him was like a small snake, constantly trying to penetrate his body, but he was blocked by the true fire of the sun surging secretly on the surface of his body.

Rao was like this, he could still feel that his heartbeat and body temperature were dropping rapidly, as if there was an inexplicable cold that was eroding the vitality in his body.

Fortunately, his heartbeat and body temperature gradually stopped falling after a certain level, and finally remained at a very low level, as if his body had begun to adapt to this cold environment.

After a slight adjustment, Li Xi continued to explore forward, the soil under his feet was sticky and soft, and there was an indescribable feeling of nausea as his footsteps continued to creak.

Out of caution, he did not choose to fly through the air.

Suddenly, Li Xi's brows furrowed, and his gaze quickly swept towards the black and oppressive mountain forest not far away.

A rustling sound was coming from there, and in the dead silence of the wasteland, the slightest sound was particularly harsh, and he couldn't help but be wary.

With

a shake of his right arm, Li Xi placed the blood-coated sword across his chest, his whole body tense, and his eyes stared at the strange thing that was shuttling in the forest.