The Legend of Mortal Cultivation of Immortals

Chapter 50
Lin Feng thought that in order to find this guiding light, he would have to sneak into the team of the Mulan people. Only Zong Shenshi had seen his face, as long as he was careful not to show his face in front of him, otherwise his sources of information would be too scarce.

Wearing the clothes of the Mulan people, Lin Feng, who was well-dressed, began to ask around for a way to join the Mulan Holy Palace.

I found the ID card from the tent of the grandparent and grandson. Since the two of them wanted to sneak into Tiannan, it would be troublesome to keep it on their bodies, so they didn't take it away. Lin Feng wanted to take it and pretend to be a member of the old man's tribe to sneak in. , the grandson of the old man is named Fang Xiansheng, and he carefully modified the date of birth on it with spells. This kind of disc card for ordinary civilians is not made of any special material, but is smelted with a kind of ore that can only be found on the grassland. No special imprint was left, and no one would notice it after the modification.

The population on the grassland is small and sparse, and the area is extremely vast, so it is very likely that the guide light is still lying quietly somewhere undiscovered.

The direction of Mulan Temple is easy to find, just ask any nomad.

The requirement to join the Mulan Temple is very simple. A foundation-builder like him is the backbone no matter where he is, and the Temple will never reject him.

Just say that I have been in the process of hard training, and I didn’t come up with the idea of ​​making some contributions to the Mulan people until today. By the way, I want to solve the bottleneck encountered in cultivation. If you are not a monk of alchemy, it is unlikely that you will have a face-to-face opportunity with Zong Shenshi , this point Lin Feng is very relieved.

Lin Feng stepped on the flying sword and flew towards the temple in the direction pointed by the nomad he met. He didn't take out the flying magic weapon because he didn't want to be too high-profile.

During the flight for more than a month, I met many people of the same level who were sent out to find the guide lamp. Hearing that Lin Feng, whose alias was Fang Xiansheng, wanted to join the temple, he was very enthusiastic and explained some precautions to him. Unlike the monks in Tiannan, each with their own ulterior motives, Lin Feng fell in love with the simplicity of the people here. Of course, there are bad guys everywhere, and the four people he killed before are also rare.

If you want to join the temple, you must have a recommender. Of course, the premise must be Mulan people. Lin Feng is not familiar with the place here, so he thought of a good way to save people in an illusion to get acquainted with those magicians who came out of the temple.

After waiting for several days on a meadow, they finally arrived at an unlucky four-person team. The leader was dressed more luxuriously than ordinary people, and seemed to have a bit of status. The other two men and a woman followed behind him.

"Zhongli, what do you think the lamp looks like? Why do we always have to rely on external forces for help? Our mages are more proficient in Taoism than the monks in Tiannan, and we have the upper hand in fighting with them. Tiannan is nothing to them now. A great monk who can be reused."

The person called Zhongli looked at his ignorance and smiled slightly, and said, "Puling, you are in the wrong direction. This time the guide light is not for the invasion of Tiannan. Do you know why the war 800 years ago fail?"

This Puling was not very old and short in stature, and he was a little dissatisfied with the fact that his superiors sent them here to hunt for treasure.

"Don't invade Tiannan? Then what's the use? 800 years ago, I heard that there was a very powerful monk named Han Li in Tiannan. Ascended to the upper realm, it has nothing to do with here."

Zhongli glanced at him, and said in a very teasing tone: "Tell you a secret, that old devil Han is back! To be precise, a trace of his soul has gone to the lower realm! Borrowing troops from the Yin Division Realm is also on the way." It's for this matter, to guard against this old devil Han, after all, our master and others have imprisoned his wife for 300 years."

The other three people watched in shock as the man named Zhongli stopped the flying magic weapon, and they all looked at each other. Another female cultivator asked in disbelief: "Our divine master imprisoned Laomo Han's wife? 300 years Why is this? Now that Mulan is going to die, why did Master Zong do such a stupid thing?"

"The reasons are too complicated, so I won't tell you more. It's not good for you to know too much!" Zhongli said pretending to be mysterious.

"Cut... Pull it down! I'm afraid you don't even know." Pu Ling couldn't believe what he said.

They only knew that Mulan's only divine master had been in seclusion in Dajin for hundreds of years, and when he came back, he contacted the Yin Division Realm in a panic to ask for a guiding light. Everyone always thought that there would be another war with Tiannan. Knowing from his mouth that it was only for self-protection, his proud heart was hit hard.

A few people were planning to stop worrying about this matter and return to their orders after patrolling this area, but they were about to leave here when they found that there were waves of ripples on the grass field on the ground, and then the sky and the earth turned upside down, the sun and the moon moved together, and the whole space happened. A sense of dislocation.

"No! It's an illusion formation! Everyone be on guard!" Zhongli ordered the group of people loudly, just as they put on a defensive posture, their eyes couldn't stop fighting, and they were too sleepy.After a while, all four of them fell down.

When I woke up, I found that I was in a vast sea area, and several people were on a small reef.

The four found a person in front of them with his back facing them, sitting cross-legged there.

"Who is your Excellency? Why did you do it?" Looking at Lin Feng who was alone in the late stage of Foundation Establishment, Zhongli asked a little puzzled.

Lin Feng slowly turned his head and stood up: "Your Excellency thinks highly of me, I will deal with the four of you alone? Can I die?"

"It's not you? Then where is this place?" Pu Ling asked puzzled.

"This is a phantom formation. I have been trapped here for more than 20 days. I never imagined that someone would accompany me before I die." Lin Feng said pretending to be desperate.

Seeing that a few people were still hesitant, Lin Feng threw out the identity plate, and was caught by the leader Zhong Li, who checked it carefully, then looked at Han Li, his vigilance turned into joy, and he said happily:

"Don't panic, everyone. It turns out that Brother Fang is from the Nanqian Tribe. Why is Brother Fang trapped here? What kind of formation is this?" Zhongli asked puzzled.

"I was originally an idle ascetic. When I was in Tiannan, I accidentally got a treasure map in a market, so I came here alone to find the treasure. Because of the real features of the landform, I managed to get rid of this formation, but due to the wrong walking route, I did not expect to fall into a higher phantom formation, which is now here, you see, you also fell into it, what should I do!" Lin Feng Said anxiously.

"Where's the treasure, did you find it?" Another female cultivator asked impatiently.

Looking at the boundless sea, Lin Feng sighed in disappointment, "The formation has not been broken yet, where can I get treasures? You have to break the formation before you can see the real body of this place and take out the treasures."

Pu Ling said indifferently: "Hehe, Brother Fang, it seems that you are lucky this time. Do you know who is the heir of our captain?"

(End of this chapter)