Wonderland

Chapter 370 Encountering Jindan
Through the white snow, Xiao Lin could vaguely see tall mountains standing in the sky.

These mountain peaks are all white, just like this snow field, they are all covered by thick snow.

Looking into the distance, Xiao Lin couldn't help showing a hesitant expression on his face. Before he came in, he also overlooked one thing, that is, the location of the Eight Spirits Extremely Yin Palace in the small and cold environment of Dutian.

The main reason is that Xiao Lin did not expect that the area of ​​the small cold area in Dutian is so large, and there is no limit at all when looking at it.

Rather than saying that this is a secret place, it is better to say that this is a small world.

After Xiao Lin thought for a while, he used the wind escape technique and flew towards the distant mountains.

The reason why Xiao Lin didn't fly with the imperial weapon was mainly because he was worried that his escaping light would attract the attention of the Golden Core cultivators. Xiao Lin believed that it would not be difficult for a Golden Core cultivator to pass through the illusion of the Heavenly Immortals and Demons.

Right now, the snowfield Xiao Lin is in seems to be deserted, but who knows if there will be some immortal cultivators hiding in the dark, watching his every move.

The light gray aura emitted by the wind escape technique is very inconspicuous, unless the opponent is very close to him or releases his spiritual sense to search, he probably won't notice him.

Xiao Lin spread out his spiritual consciousness while flying, paying attention to the movements around him.

Moreover, after flying for more than ten miles, Xiao Lin also released several true-level spirit-eating fire Gu, and controlled these spirit-eating fire Gu to fly thousands of feet away from him through his spiritual knowledge, always alert to the surroundings. Happening.

As long as he finds something wrong, Xiao Lin will use the ghost secret technique without hesitation and run away.

Suddenly, Xiao Lin saw seven or eight thick streaks of light flying from a distance, also in the direction of the Tianbian Mountains, Xiao Lin couldn't help showing joy on his face.

Originally, he was worried that he didn't know the location of the Eight Lingji Yin Palace, so he might just wander around in this small and cold environment. Now that he saw the light, in his opinion, as long as he stayed far behind, he should be alone. We can find the Baling Jiyin Palace.

Xiao Lin could tell from the size of the seven or eight rays of light that these people were all in the late foundation establishment stage just like himself, and with Xiao Lin's spiritual sense far surpassing that of ordinary late foundation establishment monks, he secretly followed behind. A few people can't be found at all.

Xiao Lin followed them and flew for another twenty or thirty miles. Suddenly, a huge fiery red sword light with a length of several tens of feet flew out from the slanting spine. The sword light swept over like a shocking rainbow.

Seeing this scene, the faces of the seven or eight people all changed drastically, almost without thinking, they divided into several directions and fled in all directions.

Just seeing the astonishing fiery red sword light, they knew that a Golden Core cultivator had made a move.

Immortal cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage had almost no power to fight back against the Patriarch of the Golden Core. Xiao Lin who watched this scene was also terrified, and almost without thinking he used the ghost concealment technique.

A black mist gushed out of his body, and in the blink of an eye, the black mist dissipated, and Xiao Lin's figure had completely disappeared.

"Senior, as a cultivator at the Golden Core stage, why should you have the same knowledge as us juniors, as long as the senior is merciful, I am willing to obey the orders of the senior."

The huge fiery red sword light saw that those people were very alert and knew how to scatter and escape. The sword light hesitated for a moment, and then slashed towards a gray-robed monk.

With the escape speed of the monk who established the foundation, how could he be faster than the flying sword of the monk who built the golden core? After a few breaths, the huge red sword light had arrived behind the monk in gray robe, less than a few feet away.

Feeling the fiery sword energy behind him, the grey-robed cultivator's face was bloodless with fright, and despair appeared in his eyes. Holding his last hope, he shouted loudly, only hoping that the ancestor of Jindan could escape from the net. On the one hand, even if he gave up everything in exchange for his life, he would still be willing.

"Hey, I'm not interested in waiting for you at all, so I'd better stay alive obediently." On the snowy field hundreds of meters away, a light red aura flashed, revealing an old man in his sixties.

The old man was watching the few people fleeing in the distance with a sneer on his face, with a murderous look in his eyes.

"Ah~" There was a shrill scream, and the gray-robed cultivator was chopped off by the red sword light without any suspense. Not only that, the two stumps were also stirred into a rain of blood by the sword light in an instant , the primordial spirit of the gray-robed monk was not spared, and annihilated along with his body.

However, the glove bag on the waist of the gray-robed monk was unscathed. The moment it fell, it was suddenly pulled by an invisible force and flew towards the sixty-year-old man.

It fell into the hands of the old man in the blink of an eye, and he put it in his arms without looking at it.

A red aura suddenly enveloped it, and then turned into a red long rainbow, flying towards the distance, and the fiery red sword light had already turned around and shot in another direction.

Another white-robed cultivator had already flown hundreds of feet away. Although his companion's screams made him shudder, but at the same time he was secretly glad that if his companion hadn't attracted the attention of the Jindan Patriarch, he might not have been able to fly at all. escape.

Seeing that he was about to fly thousands of feet away, the white-robed monk suddenly heard a cold snort in his ears.

His face was pale, and even his lips turned blue-purple in an instant, followed by a look of absolute disbelief on his face, and he slapped the waist pocket, and a series of blue light spots shot out behind him.

"Yimu contains thunder beads? Do you want to threaten this old man with such a small technique?"

As the words fell, a fiery red sword light instantly involved a series of cyan light spots into the sword light, and after a series of thunder lights flashed, the speed of the fiery red sword light did not decrease at all.

In the blink of an eye, he was several feet behind the white-robed monk.

"Senior, spare me, senior, spare me." The white-robed monk begged for mercy, but it stopped abruptly. Like the previous gray-robed monk, he was twisted into a rain of blood under the fiery red sword light. Just like that, it disappeared.

Hundreds of feet away, Xiao Lin squatted quietly beside a snow-covered rocky mountain, his face extremely ugly.

No matter what, he never imagined that there is actually a Jindan patriarch who is willing to lose face and kill even the monks in the foundation establishment stage. Is this poor and crazy?
But after thinking about it, Xiao Lin understood again, these Jindan ancestors came here in a small and cold environment, and nine out of ten came here for chance.

This opportunity naturally included looting from a large number of foundation-building monks, but Xiao Lin did not expect to meet such a bloodthirsty old man.

He acted fiercely and decisively, and did not show any sympathy when he made a move. In just a few breaths, the two monks in the late stage of foundation establishment were already dead and dao disappeared, and they were easily beheaded by the Jindan monk.

After beheading two people, the [-]-year-old man obviously had no intention of letting go of the rest, and two of them even flew four or five miles away, but this distance can easily be covered by the spiritual consciousness of a Jindan cultivator. .

So after beheading the white-robed monk and putting away his glove bag, the sixty-year-old man once again emerged a red light from his body, wrapped it up, and then turned it into a thick ray of light, heading towards the rest of the people. Chase in the direction, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

After the mountain rock, Xiao Lin looked at all this in horror. He was not sure whether his ghost concealment technique could really hide his tracks under the cover of the spiritual consciousness of the sixty-year-old man.

However, judging from the fact that the Jindan ancestor didn't attack him, he probably didn't find himself.

Of course, the main reason is that he has been following those people far away, and the moment the Golden Core cultivator made a move, he cast the ghost stealth technique, which itself has the ability to hide aura and stealth.

After pondering for a while, Xiao Lin flew in another direction. Although the ghost concealment technique can hide his figure, it is only effective for one hour. Once this time is over, he will reappear.

If the ancestor of Jindan happened to come back, he would be in danger.

And just as Xiao Lin left, a series of screams came from a distance, which was very piercing on the snow-covered snow field, and even Xiao Lin, who had been flying for more than ten miles, felt terrified.

He sighed in his heart, needless to say that all those cultivators died at the hands of the [-]-year-old man, Xiao Lin had faced the pursuit of the Golden Core cultivator, and had beheaded the Golden Core cultivator.

But after seeing the sixty-year-old man make a move, Xiao Lin understood that the gap between the immortal cultivators of the golden core stage and the immortal cultivators of the foundation stage can be described as worlds apart.

The Jindan cultivator of the ancient Xuanzong who chased him and Lin Xueying back then used only the most common magic weapon, and it was evident that he and Lin Xueying had escaped by luck not long after the alchemy had formed and his mana had not been fully condensed.

But the ancestor of the golden core in front of him does not have these problems, and all the golden core monks who choose to enter the Xiaohan state of Dutian are usually in the early or middle stage of the golden core. If there is no great opportunity, there is no hope of advancing in this life. Come in and try your luck.

And these people have lived for hundreds of years. Although they are in the early and middle stages of Jindan, their experience and magic weapons are far superior to those in the foundation stage.

After Xiao Lin left Zhancha Kung Fu, beside the bluestone where Xiao Lin was hiding, suddenly a red light flashed, revealing the figure of an old man.

"Huh? Strange, there was clearly a mana fluctuation here just now, why did it disappear without a trace?" The old man muttered to himself, and then his face flashed red.

The bright red sword light, centered on the old man, flew out in all directions, and the ice and snow melted where it passed, but after the sword light surged hundreds of feet, it collapsed and disappeared.

The old man looked around with a serious face, and the surprise on his face not only did not dissipate in the slightest, but became more and more strange.

He believed that with his spiritual sense, it was impossible to make a mistake. That person should have sneaked away while he was beheading the few Foundation Establishment juniors.

The old man just didn't understand that he came back in time enough, as long as this person didn't escape twenty miles away, with his own spiritual knowledge, he would be able to discover it.

"Could this person have used some secret technique to hide his whereabouts?" After thinking for a while, the sixty-year-old man muttered to himself, then turned into a sword light, flew towards the distance, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

(End of this chapter)