Unrivaled in Immortality

The group was huge, and all of them were very powerful.

The weakest among them had just entered the foundation-building stage, so it was obvious that this caravan was not a simple caravan.

Wang Yong showed his cultivation at the peak of the foundation-building stage, so his status in the team was naturally not bad.

According to his understanding, only the middle-aged man with a mustache was a Jindan-stage cultivator in the team, and there were only three people at the peak of the foundation-building stage, including Wang Yong.

The rest of the people were all in the early to middle stages of the foundation-building stage.

Wang Yong and the other two were at the back of the team, and the middle-aged man with a mustache was at the front of the team. They protected everyone in the middle, and of course, this formation was also requested by the middle-aged man with a mustache.

Wang Yong also received a considerable reward from him. Although it was dispensable to Wang Yong, Wang Yong still accepted it. After all, no one would dislike that they had few resources.

Moreover, every time a Jindan-stage cultivator improves his cultivation, he needs a lot of resources. Although Wang Yong now has a strange method, the Blood Method Alchemy Sutra, and the resources he needs are different from other cultivators, the Blood Method Alchemy Sutra can only be cultivated to the third turn of the Jindan stage. For future cultivation, Wang Yong must accumulate resources.

A group of people flew out of the Senhai Island and flew towards the Senhai.

On the endless sea, a group of people flew in a mighty manner. In front of them was a green area that could not be seen at a glance.

From time to time, a breeze blew, rolling up waves of green.

However, the miasma floating above it was not affected at all.

"Brothers, the Senhai is ahead. There is poisonous miasma above the Senhai, which makes it difficult to fly. Let's go down." The middle-aged man with a mountain mustache looked behind him and shouted.

When everyone heard this, no one objected. Some of them had not crossed the Senhai for the first time, and they had a deep understanding of the poisonous miasma above the Senhai.

Even though they were foundation-building cultivators, being infected by the poisonous miasma was not pleasant.

Getting closer and closer to the forest, everyone slowly landed on the beach in front of the forest and looked at the deep jungle in front.

"Let's go, be careful to restrain your breath when entering." The middle-aged man with a mustache did not say too much, and then walked towards the forest with a brisk pace.

Seeing this, everyone followed.

Wang Yong and the other two followed behind the team, watching their noses and their hearts, without saying a word or communicating.

They were not familiar with each other, and Wang Yong had nothing to say to the other two. Fortunately, no one came to disturb him, which made him free.

The group walked into the forest, which was overgrown with weeds, but there was a path that seemed to be opened up by humans, and everyone walked along the path.

They were all foundation-building cultivators, so their speed did not slow down, but in order to hide their breath, they did not dare to rush at full speed.

In this way, they moved forward all the way, unknowingly getting farther and farther.

Turning his head, he saw only overgrown weeds, and the sea in the distance was no longer visible.

The middle-aged monk with a mustache did not speak again after entering the forest sea, as if he had been hurrying on his way. However, although he was not rampant here with his strength, he did not need to be so cautious. His actions made Wang Yong feel a little bad.

After entering the forest sea, there were only towering trees and weeds around, and the original path had long been far away. However, for those monks who practiced wood-attributed skills, they were always in an excited state.

Because the wood-attributed spiritual energy here is extremely rich, they can always replenish their lost spiritual power.

The sky gradually darkened, and a beast roar came from a distance. Everyone stopped in front of a fallen dead tree.

Even if the fallen dead tree was lying on the ground horizontally, it was about three feet tall, and everyone standing under it looked a little small.

"Okay, it's not safe to travel at night. Let's stop here today. Everyone, find a place to rest, but be careful not to go too far from here. We will set off again at dawn tomorrow." The middle-aged man with a mustache looked at everyone and said.

"Yes!" Everyone responded after hearing this.

Wang Yong and the other two dispersed and kept everyone in the middle.

This was also the task given to them by the middle-aged man with a mustache. He was responsible for the safety of these people.

Wang Yong jumped onto a dead branch. He used his magic eyes to look around and did not find anything unusual, not even the traces of monsters.

"Sure enough, I still have to act with others. If I rashly enter the forest, I don't know how many monsters I will have to experience along the way." Wang Yong thought secretly.

They did not encounter any monsters along the way because the middle-aged man with a mustache led the way in front.

"Brother, why don't we hurry up at night? We are not tired at all!" A subtle voice came into Wang Yong's ears.

The voice was crisp, like the sound of a lark, and it was very beautiful.

"These monsters will become extremely violent at night, and Senior An is also considering our safety." A slightly thick figure replied.

"Oh, so that's the case. I really look forward to reaching Mu Country as soon as possible!" The groaning voice said again.

"Okay, let's recover the lost spiritual power first. After all, this place is full of dangers. We must keep ourselves in peak condition at all times." After the thick voice finished speaking, the two fell silent.

Wang Yong listened for a while, and no more sound came. Then he slowly opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the sound.

I saw two figures sitting cross-legged under the dead tree, recovering the consumption of the journey.

The two people's voices were very low, and if Wang Yong was not a Jindan stage cultivator, he would not have noticed it.

"It seems that these two are not simple. The senior An they mentioned should be the middle-aged man with a mustache. I didn't expect that they actually knew each other. What's the intention of letting them hide in the team?" Wang Yong looked at the two and couldn't help thinking.

However, the two also fell silent, and Wang Yong didn't get much information from their conversation.

"Forget it, they'd better not die too early. After all, I still need someone to lead the way." Wang Yong thought so, and then slowly closed his eyes.

After a day of observation, Wang Yong could also conclude that the Jindan cultivator surnamed An must not have walked this road for the first time. He never took out a map or something like that to look at it. I think he had already memorized the route in his mind.

Everyone was speechless. One night passed by in a flash. However, because there were towering ancient trees all around, it was only slightly bright here.

And everyone had set out on the journey again.

It seemed unusually safe along the way. Although they could hear the roar of beasts in the distance, they never encountered a monster beast, which showed how safe this route was.

However, the monsters in the forest do not stay in the same place all the time. When that area is no longer suitable for their survival, they will migrate. What's more, there are also foragers in it, and they are all potential safety hazards.