Cultivate steadily, the whole world of cultivating immortals is my home

Chapter 563: Capturing the Monk from the Corpse World, Crisis?

Deep in the rift between heaven and earth.

Mi Xuzi, who was trapped in an unknown realm, woke up from his practice. After thousands of years of practice, he had just advanced to the twelfth level of the first level not long ago.

The call from his own people made his bloodline like the soup cooking in a big cauldron, which was constantly boiling.

This situation did not occur the last time I was called.

This time, as the calling voice appeared again, in just a few days, Mi Xuzi felt his blood trembling constantly. If this continued, the blood in his body would become more and more agitated.

It was obvious that this time, the call for him was not going to stop until the goal was achieved.

With his eyes flashing with purple light, Shen Lian's original consciousness entered into Mi Xuzi's clone, gently feeling the turbulence of Xianluo's bloodline.

"Fellow Daoist, I am Saint Luo Yuan, a deacon of the Immortal Seeking Alliance, and I have come to rescue you and help you avoid the calamity!"

"Fellow Daoist, this Saint..."

The trembling in the blood gathered into clear words.

"It's getting closer."

Mi Xuzi frowned slightly and used his magic power to suppress the turbulence in his blood, but this situation could only last for a while. Under the call of his fellow tribesmen, the resonance from the Xianluo bloodline could not be cut off at all.

This time the call was much more urgent than last time.

His understanding of the Immortality Alliance remained at the same level as last time. He only knew that it was composed of the defeated forces that were baptized by the forces of the immortal world last time.

It would not be a problem for him to infiltrate the Immortality Seeking Alliance, and maybe he could even fish in troubled waters.

But the Seeking Immortality Alliance has been able to exist for so long under the suppression of super powers. Mi Xuzi feels that if he enters the Seeking Immortality Alliance with his current state, he will probably just be a runner and do odd jobs, which is very unfriendly.

He couldn't even tell whether these guys had bad intentions towards him.

This was also the reason why he did not respond to the call of his fellow tribesmen last time.

Even if we want to seek the Immortal Alliance, we have to do it later. It is not safer now than hiding in the cracks in the sky and pretending to be a turtle.

He used his magic power to suppress the turbulence in his blood, as if he had not received the signal. However, only one day passed, and the suppressed blood once again felt the resonance of its own people.

"Fellow Daoist, this Saint..."

……

"Scurvy dog."

Mi Xuzi cursed rudely. The more urgently he was summoned, the less likely he would go out.

"Fellow Daoist, this Saint..."

Soon, the practicing 'Mi Xuzi' was awakened again, and the gap that was isolated from the blood induction was shortened from one day to half a day.

Mi Xuzi's eyes glowed purple, and his mind was filled with thoughts. This was not a good way to go, as it was obvious that the enemy was about to come to him.

Shen Lian has his own unique way of judging cultivators. Before he can clearly distinguish between friends and enemies, he always regards them as people who are after his body.

Dodge if you can, avoid if you can, but if you really can't avoid it, just go next door and give him a spicy kick.

"Buzz!"

At this moment, Mixuzi, whose eyes were glowing purple, suddenly dimmed, and a little bit of gray was released from the purple.

In the sea of ​​divine consciousness, a hazy, all-encompassing aura arose, like mist slowly falling from the sky, and soon enveloped Mixuzi's sea of ​​divine consciousness.

This is the chaotic Dao rhyme released from the soul of the original body that controls Mi Xuzi.

Among the results of the previous 20,000 years of cultivation, the integration of rules, soul, and body can be said to be the greatest achievement, allowing Shen Lian's own soul to be integrated into the inclusive attributes of chaos.

At this moment, a mysterious and inclusive aura began to sweep through Mixuzi's body. The turbulent blood force that had been flowing through his body was smoothed out by a big hand under the cover of chaos.

The resonance of the Xianluo bloodline was silent at this moment.

'Mi Xuzi' nodded in satisfaction. It was really annoying to have this buzzing in his ears all day without his consent.

"Country bumpkin, let me show you the wonders of chaos."

Shen Lian was in a good mood after trying to cast the chaotic aura onto his clone through the air. Compared to suppressing the blood resonance by himself, the chaotic aura was more tolerant and majestic. It could at least last for a few decades, and he could just use it once more when the time comes.

……

A crack between heaven and earth, in a dark space.

The space here is no longer silvery white, but instead is a dark and intertwined broken scene. It seems that two rhythms are derived from each piece of space.

However, there was a slight deviation between the two rhythms in the process of derivation, making the space extremely strange.

"Wow!"

At this moment, the space suddenly cracked into huge cracks, and the dark and two-luster space fragments released a terrifying aura of destruction.

A figure emerged from the waves of debris in a panic, with its back pierced by sharp space fragments and a piece of flesh missing from its bloody right leg, as if it had been bitten off by something.

Luo Yuan quickly mobilized his magic power and focused it on the injury on his right leg. Unfortunately, the injury on his leg was very difficult to heal. Even if he mobilized the magic power in the Daoguo world, the healing process was very slow. The rhythm of light and darkness continued to devour his magic power.

After finally stabilizing his body, Luo Yuan muttered to himself.

This time, the connection between the same bloodlines was gone.

But he didn't care. This situation had happened many times. It was obvious that his fellow tribesmen didn't want him to find their traces, so they were deliberately suppressing their bloodline power.

This is not a big problem. No matter how much his fellow tribesmen in the Hedao realm suppress their own bloodlines, they cannot hide in front of him for long.

The unique technique of resonance among the same clan that the Xianluo monk possesses is very mysterious. It can determine the distance between the same clan members based on the strength of the resonant aura.

He searched in the crack between heaven and earth for so long and finally located it nearby.

This fellow of mine is in this nearby area and can't run away.

Seeing this, Luo Yuan found a relatively stable area and began to stabilize his injuries.

After spending more than a month, he finally suppressed the wound on his leg and used the secret technique of his clan again.

The blood rhythm was transmitted again, but received no response.

After several days, Luo Yuan, who had been relatively calm, couldn't help but frown.

In the following time, he continued to use Xianluo Mixu, but there was no fluctuation.

I had clearly found it nearby, but it disappeared again.

This mission was issued directly from the ancestor. In an era when most cultivators viewed being the descendant of Xianluo as an opportunity, it was also a coincidence that he was able to cultivate to the Mahayana realm.

He is the retainer of a semi-immortal ancestor of the Immortality Alliance.

To put it nicely, he is a follower, but in fact he is just a training tool. This old ancestor relied on exploiting his talent for comprehending the rules to practice to a higher level step by step.

Although Luo Yuan's own talent was inferior to that of the fellow he was looking for, he was also a genius who could comprehend the seven rules.

Later, his master advanced to the Mahayana stage, and then from the Mahayana stage to the semi-immortal level. In recognition of his past contributions, he rewarded him and made him a Mahayana cultivator.

But because he was exploited so harshly back then, he made no further progress after advancing to the Mahayana stage. If he did not have a great opportunity, he would have remained at the early stage of the Mahayana stage for the rest of his life.

The last time he came to the Rift in Heaven and Earth to look for his fellow tribesmen, it was a mission he accepted from within the alliance, but this time it was different, as it was a mission directly assigned by his master.

You have to know that the master has not appeared for a long time since he advanced to the semi-immortal level and became the supreme leader of the alliance. Because of his master's face, he was given the title of elder in the alliance, which can be regarded as not as good as the best but better than the worst. No matter what outsiders say behind his back, they will call him Elder Luo when they meet him.

The master who had not appeared for a long time personally issued the task, which made Luo Yuan inevitably make some guesses.

But speculation aside, he still has to complete his master's task.

If the master is pleased, he might give him some magic medicine to help him break through the bottleneck of the middle stage of Mahayana.

At this moment, Luo Yuan kept wandering around. According to his previous positioning, although he did not find the specific location of his descendants, he could determine that they were near this area.

He speculated that the monks of the same race had sensed his approach and cast some secret technique to completely isolate him.

This clearly shows that she doesn't trust him.

……

Lower Haotian Realm, Southern Territory.

Today, the Xianhu Sect is bright and beautiful.

All the monks in the sect were in high spirits, and their eyes were gazing into the sky across the mountains and seas.

Above the void, colorful light hangs upside down like a brilliant galaxy.

A long snake with cracks and shatters all over its body hovered in the void, absorbing the spiritual essence falling from the sky with a sizzling sound.

The vast divine power was dissipating like a thread, but the disciples of the Xianhu Sect, who could not suppress their excitement, were shouting loudly.

"Nine-nine Heavenly Tribulations, a cultivator of Nine-nine Heavenly Tribulations was born in my Xianhu Sect."

At the highest point of the Immortal Sect, countless disciples saw a white-haired old man crying bitterly.

"Ancestor, I want to offer sacrifices to the ancestors!"

The ancestor of "Xianhu" has wildly dancing hair and beard, and his white robe makes him look like an immortal, but he keeps crying and laughing, making people feel that he is a little crazy.

"Announce to the ancestors, a cultivator of the Nine-Nine Heavenly Tribulations has been born in my Xianhu Sect!"

Soon, a magnificent bell rang inside the sect, striking a total of ninety-nine and eighty-one times.

"Send the invitations. The ancestor wants to hold a celebration."

"Make it a big deal!"

Sect leader Lin Tianhe looked at the old ancestor who was so happy that he was a little crazy, and wanted to speak up to stop him and make him calm down. However, he didn't expect that the old ancestor was too happy and wanted to hold a big celebration directly.

"Ancestor, Qingjun has just advanced to the Hedao stage, even if he has passed the Jiujiu stage..."

"I know what you are thinking."

Xian Hu interrupted Lin Tian He's words, "I have also heard that in those top-ranked He Dao holy places, cultivators with the appearance of nine-nine heavenly tribulations have died for no reason. Qing Jun has just advanced. With the strength of our Xian Hu Sect, it is too big to attract the wind."

"Then why did the ancestor announce it to all directions?"

"Go and take the invitation to invite the monks from Lingmu Immortal Palace, and take out all the treasures you brought back from Wuxing Immortal Palace. They might be needed this time. Before Qingjun grows up, he still needs to find a backer."

Lin Tianha's eyes rolled and he understood the ancestor's thoughts.

If Qingjun could be sent to Lingmu Immortal Palace to practice, it would be like having an extra amulet. Although Lingmu Immortal Palace is a super power, it would not reject a cultivator who has passed the nine-nine heavenly tribulations.

Even if Qing Jun really joined the Lingmu Immortal Palace, his days as a cultivator in the Xianhu Sect could not be erased.

The ancestor is still superior.

……

Silkworm mulberry forest.

The Xianhu clan celebrated as a whole, and Shen Lian naturally benefited as well.

The sumptuous meal and spiritual wine in front of him were what he had stolen personally from the Xianhu Sect.

"squeak……"

The cup is made of white jade, and the wine flows like a stream, making a sizzling sound when you drink it.

Unexpectedly, Qingjun, the little green snake, really became a blessing. Shen Lian narrowed his eyes and thought about his subsequent plans.

Qingjun's success depends on three aspects. The first is the inheritance of his own bloodline. His ancestors were powerful, and the heritage passed down more or less allowed him to have the potential to be in harmony with the Tao.

Secondly, his acquired practice plus the foundation of the Xianhu Sect gave him the ability to withstand sixty-nine heavenly tribulations.

The third was the opportunity given by Shen Lian quietly. After refining the blood of the great demon Hedao, he quietly sent it into Qingjun's body.

Generally speaking, all three are indispensable. Although Qingjun has gained benefits, the platform of this little snake demon itself is also crucial and can withstand the test of bloodline transformation.

Looking at the four fools in his family, Goudan is the purest fool, but the three little ones still need to be trained.

"We captured hundreds of backup clones before, are they just going to be wasted?"

The advantages of the demon race's bodies and bloodlines made Shen Lian focus on the demon race as his clone. However, he had caught many cultivators while fishing before, and the number of demons among them was not large, and their bloodlines were just so-so, not even as good as the three little ones.

The clone of Jiujiu Tianjie is difficult to deal with, after all, not everyone is Mixuzi.

Grabbing the wine jug and shaking it, Shen Lian found that there was no wine left. His figure disappeared in the cave in an instant. When he appeared again, he had a new jug of wine in his hand.

At the same time, the wine jug in the hand of a fellow from the Xianhu Sect who was having a banquet disappeared.

When a genius appears in a sect, a banquet will naturally be held in a grand manner, inviting nearby sects of all sizes to come and eat, drink and socialize, which can also enrich the life of cultivating immortals.

Shen Lian stopped practicing and ate at the buffet for three consecutive days.

……

under night.

Inside the mountain gate of Xianhu Sect, a spiritual light was looming.

Shen Lian stood under the night sky and could clearly sense that deep in the mountain gate, the 'Immortal Pot' was working hard to act as the ancestor.

Qingjun, who had just advanced, was still consolidating his realm.

Sect leader Lin Tianhe is still busy sending messages, inviting people from the Hedao Holy Land to participate in Qingjun's Hedao celebration. Naturally, it cannot be like a buffet.

The time is set a hundred years later.

Shen Lian raised his hand and pinched the void. The flat space flowed in his hands like water. Occasionally, he could see the formation runes hidden deep in the space.

I don’t know if the monks from the Corpse World will come after throwing this bait.

He had previously suspected that it was the work of the Corpse World, but there was no evidence.

But everything is ready. As long as the cultivators from the Corpse Transformation Realm dare to come, they can be caught in the trap.

In order to capture the arrival of the monks from the Corpse World as soon as possible, Shen Lian stopped practicing and wandered in the depths of the void outside the Xianhu Sect all day, dressing himself up as a good hunter.

Time passed, more than fifty years later.

The night sky of that day was also bright with moonlight. Hundreds of millions of miles away from the Xianhu Sect, wisps of black sword light rolled up in the void, and after converging from them, they transformed into a graceful woman in a black dress.

The woman had a slender figure, but her face was like that of an old woman, full of wrinkles and her eyes were like dead fish.

But the pressure from this woman was immense.

"It is indeed a monk from Yujing."

At the same time, Shen Lian, who was hanging in the depths of space, had already used the art of space to outline the shadow of the visitor. He tightened his robe, and weighed his chances of winning this battle.

Taking advantage of the situation, he tapped the empty space in front of him.

The space was clearly empty, but when the fingers were lightly tapped, no water came out, as you might have guessed, but a number of complicated runes appeared.

Then, I saw the direction of the mountain gate of Xianhu Sect. The space seemed to turn pages from top to bottom, and the void shook slightly.

Under the cover of night, the Xianhu Sect was still the same Xianhu Sect, and it seemed that there had been no changes at all.

The female cultivator with black sword light came on the sword energy, responding nonchalantly to the message from someone unknown.

"I know. The sword energy leaves no bones left. There's no point in collecting bones. How about you come here?"

Looking at the Xianhu Sect under the night sky from a distance, the female cultivator raised her hand without even looking, and a wisp of black sword energy emerged from her hand.

If she hadn't received an order, she wouldn't even bother using her divine sense to locate any cultivator who was experiencing the nine-nine heavenly tribulations. A single sword would be enough to kill them all. Using her divine sense would be too much trouble.

"Zizi!"

The sword light emitted an ear-piercing sound, like a bolt from the blue. The terrifying sword energy accumulated above the Xianhu Sect and then split into billions, covering the Xianhu Sect.

After the sword energy fell, the female cultivator just watched indifferently, crossing the sea of ​​stars just to make such a sword strike.

The sword energy in the sky fell down like hail falling into a surging river. The Xianhu Sect, which should have been collapsing and breaking apart, suddenly twisted strangely.

Seeing this, the female cultivator was shocked.

This is wrong!

"Formation!"

The female cultivator put her fingers together to form a sword. A sword light surrounded by a long dragon of black energy shot up into the sky and slashed down towards the formation in front of her.

With a "swish" sound, the sword energy that rushed into the sky tore apart the twisted Xianhu Sect, and a series of runes exploded. However, at the end of the runes that collapsed, a complete scene of the Xianhu Sect appeared.

……

"call!"

The full moon was hanging high in the sky, and it was extremely quiet. The cultivators in the Xianhu Sect were suddenly awakened, but when they looked up at the moon, they found that nothing seemed to have happened.

Above the void, Shen Lian held a ghost-made ball in his hand. He squinted one eye and looked into the ball with the other eye.

There was an ugly guy inside, fighting with a picture of the Xianhu Sect.

“This is a little too easy.”

Shen Lian frowned as he weighed the Ghost Ball combination formation in his hand. He felt as if he was trying his best to accumulate strength, but ended up punching the air.

I almost sprained my old waist.

He just pressed the formation, and the bitch came in by herself.

Then, he started a battle of wits and courage with the formation.

"I've been waiting for so long, but I only caught one." Shen Lian was a little dissatisfied. He raised his hand and launched an attack towards the ghost ball formation.

……

Within the formation.

The sword-wielding girl who wanted to tear open the formation suddenly felt a chill on her back. She moved sideways on the spot, but she was still a step too late.

A sharp claw suddenly grabbed her waist and shoulder, and flesh and blood flowed out with a puff of black blood.

The Sword-Falling Girl groaned and dodged to another place. Feeling the gaping wound on her lower back, revealing her internal organs, she couldn't help but look startled.

"Pretend to be a ghost."

Rich black magic power surged out like a cloud, blocking the wound on the lower back, and then black cold mist like black lotus rose around the body.

"Frozen!"

In an instant, the interior of the formation was suddenly covered by black ice chips, and the formation runes were also sealed. The Xianhu Sect scene derived from the formation could no longer hold on and turned into frozen runes that fell down.

Cracks in the ice spread out and began to tear apart the layers of formations.

"Pretend to be a god or a ghost!"

At this moment, a cold voice sounded.

"I'm not the elder of the Immortal Palace, so why am I pretending to be such a jerk!"

Then, a huge palm emerged from the void, shattering the ice chips in the sky, and landed on the head of the Falling Sword Girl.

The woman was muttering something, and a black sword energy emerged from her head, trying to smash the falling hand.

But before the sword energy rose, another slap fell.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

Three big slaps came down in succession.

The first slap landed on the sword energy, and then the two slaps came from left and right, causing the female cultivator's face to splatter flesh and spill blood and teeth.

At the same time, the female cultivator felt a chill on her back, and a figure appeared silently.

He was wearing a green robe with spiritual wood patterns and a purple carved jade crown on his head, which made him look like a green eggplant. He raised his wrist and wielded a twisted wooden staff, slashing at the female cultivator's neck like a ghost.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, energy splashed up and tore the formation into two pieces.

The next moment, the female cultivator's body shook, and fine cracks appeared on her body. Wisps of black air made a sizzling sound, devouring the lively vitality in big mouthfuls.

"Sword of the Dead!"

The female cultivator was filled with murderous intent. Although she was seriously injured, her swordsmanship had improved to a higher level.

In an instant, it pierced through the green-robed figure and collided with the magic power exerted by the green-robed figure. The energy of both sides continued to make a crackling sound.

After a moment, the runes in the formation surged and turned into a series of thunders that fell down.

"mean!"

Seeing this, the female cultivator dodged hurriedly.

The Undead Sword, which lost its support, was shattered into nothingness. At the moment when the female cultivator dodged, the figure in green robe appeared behind her again like a ghost and grabbed one of her arms.

"Bah!"

As blood splattered, a slender arm rose into the air and crashed into the sky full of formation runes and disappeared.

The female cultivator screamed and staggered to a distant place. There was a flash of murderous intent in her eyes as she looked at the figure in green robe.

This damn formation kept suppressing her, causing her to suffer repeated defeats in front of the green-robed monk.

"It's not advisable to stay here for long. If we are trapped here any longer, we will be killed by this guy."

The formation and his body put him in an invincible position, so he can do whatever he wants to her.

The black energy and magic power surged, giving birth to the torn arm again. The female cultivator clasped her hands together and condensed a three-foot black magic sword out of thin air.

"cut!"

Upon seeing this, Shen Lian, who had transformed into a green-robed monk, hurriedly dodged when the black sword fell. The small sword was as sharp as a sky blade, tearing the formation apart several layers at once, revealing the night sky outside.

Seeing this, the female cultivator rolled up a ball of black air and fled away.

"Where to go!"

Shen Lian let out a loud shout and quickly chased after him.

Before leaving, the runes in the formation evolved, and the arm that had just been torn off released an extremely horrible smell of decay and fell towards the edge of the Xianhu Sect.

The slender arm fell below, and in an instant the mountains collapsed and the earth cracked. The rolling rotten air turned into a long river that swept in all directions, and everything was corroded beyond recognition wherever it passed.

Such a commotion naturally caused panic among the disciples of the Xianhu Sect.

The three leading Hedao monks were so shocked that they flew into the air and were forced to retreat repeatedly by a broken arm.

At this moment, the ancestor of the Immortal Pot looked into the distance at the broken void, and suddenly his expression changed.

"It was Senior from the Immortal Palace who came to my aid."

……

Under the cover of night, the Falling Sword Girl tore through the void and fled far away, with Shen Lian chasing her closely behind.

However, as he chased, he became like a headless fly, losing the direction of pursuit, and had no choice but to return unwillingly.

……

A sea of ​​empty stars.

In a dark void, this area is filled with black fog, which is extremely sticky and there are many strange black-armored fang-toothed insects living there.

A round spatial Dao fruit merged with the space here, and it seemed that the void had not changed at all.

Shen Lian just leaned in the space, quietly looking at the figure deep in the fog.

There is only one monk from the Corpse Transfiguration Realm, so all the effort he put into preparing the bait would be wasted.

At least three or four are needed to break even.

Deep in the fog, the tiger-bitten woman who had been beaten by him and fled in a panic was healing her wounds.

Inside the cave.

Luo Jiannu took out a pill that emitted a fishy smell and stuffed it into her mouth. After the pill entered her body, a layer of dense spider-web-like dark patterns appeared in her body, covering up the magic power she released and blocking out the outside world from spying.

Shen Lian watched the woman heal her wounds quietly.

I don’t know if I will call my friends after I recover.

If I tell this little thing to the Mahayana ancestor, it would be a bit impolite.

Just deal with a few fellow Taoists of the same level.

Shen Lian was praying outside with his eyes wide open. The training and healing of the monks in the Corpse World were similar to those in the Immortal World, and there didn't seem to be much difference.

The exception is that the monks in the corpse-shedding world have a method to conceal their aura.

I don’t know how long it will take for this cultivator to heal his injuries. If it takes dozens or hundreds of years, Shen Lian can afford to wait.

He hid quietly behind the space and practiced with peace of mind.

……

Thirty years later.

Shen Lian, who was practicing, suddenly woke up. He could sense the void within a radius of hundreds of millions of miles centered on him.

At this moment, a stream of light that was pressing down on the depression in space was coming towards the black fog area where he was.

Soon, a black-robed figure appeared outside the black fog. He first looked around and then went in.

"Here comes another one."

Looking at the figure entering the black fog, Shen Lian rubbed his hands happily.

In fact, the best way is to directly cover this place with a formation, but he was afraid that if he surrounded the place and attacked the reinforcements, the Mahayana monks from the Corpse Shedding Realm would be attacked.

It is not easy for Mahayana masters to practice, so don’t bother them easily.

"Sword Girl, are you injured?"

In the cave within the black fog, a black-robed figure entered and looked at the female cultivator who was healing with a hint of surprise. The swordswoman did not tell him about her injury before he came.

"Aren't you going to hunt down the newly born Hedao monk of Xianhu Sect?"

"From what I know, the Xianhu Sect seems to be just a small Hedao holy place. What accident happened?"

The sword girl opened her eyes and let out a foul breath.

"I was ambushed. The cultivators from Lingmu Palace set up a formation for me to hide in. I almost died there."

The sword girl sighed quietly, "It seems that our constant hunting of the Nine-Nine Heaven Tribulation cultivators in the Immortal Spirit Realm over the past few days has aroused their vigilance."

"So what if they are alert? Can they stay in the sect forever?"

The black-robed figure didn't care. It was true that there were many cultivators from the Immortal Realm, but they were able to come from the Corpse Transformation Realm, and the lowest among them was at the Yujing level.

Although there are not many of them, they are all capable.

"What should we do next? Lord Jiaxuan's orders cannot be disobeyed."

Jia Xuan is their leader and is the one who can directly meet the True Immortal Ancestor.

Hunting down talented cultivators in the fairy world was also an order issued by the True Immortal Ancestor, and they could not possibly disobey it.

After listening to the sword girl's description, the black-robed monk asked, "There are not many formation masters of Yujing level in Lingmu Immortal Palace this time. Which one did you encounter?"

"I don't know. This cultivator is wearing a green robe and a purple cap. He looks like an unripe eggplant."

The man in black robe did not delve into it further. It was normal for a super power to hide a few monks.

"It's a pity that we are powerless, otherwise we could ask Lord Jiaxuan and our seniors in Lingmu Palace for help."

The sword girl pondered for a moment and said, "You are right. Lord Jiaxuan's orders cannot be disobeyed. That's why I asked you to help me complete this hunting mission."

"Formation masters are not easy to deal with." Looking at the sword girl's embarrassed appearance and the aura floating on her body, the black-robed monk understood how difficult this journey of the sword girl was.

"Brother Heifu, please help me this time. I will definitely reward you handsomely in the future."

The sword girl touched her lower abdomen, and a round bead like a magic pill flew out.

Heifu took a look at it but did not take the spiritual object.

"Sword Girl, why do we have to be so formal with each other? Since we came to the Fairyland, we have no way out. Whether we can return alive depends on fate. If we can't stick together, the chance of returning will be even slimmer."

Heifu groaned, "What I mean is, since the Xianhu Sect has made preparations, and that newly promoted Hedao cultivator must die, then we either don't move, or if we do move, we must kill him with one strike, otherwise it will not be easy to find a third chance."

"Indeed."

The sword girl nodded.

At this time, Heifu grabbed the bead in his hand and said, "This Xuanming Ghost Bead just came in handy. Let Pushe help."

"Let's combine the strength of you and me to contain the formation and then kill the man."

"Of course, if you are still worried, if there are other high-level spiritual creatures, then summon another one of the same level."

Heifu stopped talking after he finished speaking. People of the same clan may not be familiar with each other, so if you want others to take action, you naturally have to offer benefits.

It is said that the formation master can fight against several people of the same level. Even if he does not seek other helpers, he can almost complete the task with three people.

……

"A good Taoist friend is one who cares about others, thinks about others, and is a good cultivator who is eager to serve the public and is righteous."

In the void outside the cave, Shen Lian stuck closely to the space, feeling the slight vibrations transmitted from the space, and listening to most of the conversations inside the cave.

He said, how can there be no good cultivators in such a magnificent fairyland?

As the ancestors of Yujing, they are all respectable people. If they suffer a loss, they should seek revenge. Going to the Mahayana ancestor to complain about failing to complete the task is something a child would do.

This kind-hearted woman in the corpse world is great. When faced with setbacks, she does not complain about herself, but is proactive and calls on her friends to find solutions. She deserves a big thumbs up.

Shen Lian was very pleased.

In this way, there is hope for the seventh transformation of the chaos rules.

But not all is good. Mi Xuzi, who was hiding in the rift between heaven and earth, was once again affected by the blood resonance.

After covering up with the mystery of chaos for decades, a flaw appeared again. However, Shen Lian had anticipated this before and quickly stabilized Mi Xuzi's aura again.

"He calls himself a Mahayana monk, but he is clearly a scabby dog."

After decades of concealment, Shen Lian thought that the cultivators looking for him would not be able to find him so he just moved to another place. Unexpectedly, Senior Luo Yuan was so persistent and was still looking for Mi Xuzi's trace.

This spirit of persistence made him more and more suspicious.

If this situation continues, he will catch his tail sooner or later.

(End of this chapter)