To cultivate immortality, one must have good luck

Chapter 125 My eldest brother, Xie Guangxi

During this process, new monks continued to come to Tiankeng from outside the Xiling Mountains.

It adds more popularity to the Tiankeng, which is already popular with people.

I don’t know why, but the wind is not that strong when we are close to the tiankeng.

When Kong Zhi got closer to this place, he discovered that many monks were actually camping on the spot, forming an area similar to a square market in a leeward depression near the sinkhole.

In addition, those foreign monks were divided into several groups, each occupying the positions closest to the sinkhole.

The strongest strength is probably the one wearing the costumes of the Dingyue Sect, and those monks stay far away for fear of offending the largest sect in Wudong.

Despite their submissive behavior now, Kong Jiang knew that once the opportunity presented itself, there would still be desperadoes who were not afraid of death and would dare to attack those who belonged to the Dingyue Sect.

The only thing that made Kong Xian feel strange was that there were so many people present, but he didn't see a strong person in the Ascension Wheel Realm.

Logically speaking, the opportunity of a paradise like Xihuang Little Blessed Land can attract people to the realm of ascending the wheel.

"That's weird." After thinking about this, Kong Ji's face was obviously confused.

Of course, this is definitely a good thing. As long as there are no people in the Ascending Wheel Realm, the cultivation of the Wheel-raising Realm alone is really worthwhile, which undoubtedly gives him full confidence.

Just when he was about to go to the leeward depression that looked like the monks' trading area to take a look.

A clear female voice suddenly came from behind.

"Thank you, fellow Taoist Guang'an, you really came here!"

Kong Ji followed the sound and turned around to look at the source of the sound. A short-haired female cultivator with bronze skin and a smile on her face was walking slowly from behind.

"It turns out to be fellow Taoist Han, we meet again, what a fate." Kong Ji showed a warm smile, but what he said made Han Honghua laugh without saying a word.

Fate and stuff like that are pure nonsense. Everyone is rushing to this sinkhole and they will meet him sooner or later.

"Who is this?" Han Honghua's eyes were fixed on the puppet beside Kong Ji.

Wearing black clothes and not showing a trace of breath, Lian Puppet is indeed very eye-catching.

"My eldest brother, Xie Guangxi." Kong Xian introduced carefully: "He doesn't like to talk, but his strength is passable."

"Fellow Taoist Han, I have heard this famous name for so long, it is like thunder to my ears." The dull voice of Xie Guangxi, the elder brother of Kong Xiang, sounded from under the bamboo hat.

"No wonder you made it this far." Kong Zhen's ever-changing traces could not even be seen through the realm of ascending the wheel. Naturally, Han Honghua always thought that he was just a monk in the fifth realm of raising the wheel.

Seeing Lian Puppet, Han Honghua subconsciously attributed Kong Jiang's contribution to getting here.

Kong Xian did not explain, but asked with great interest: "Fellow Taoist Han, why are all these people gathering in this sinkhole? Why don't you go down and take a look?"

"Whoever dares to go down, this strong wind can blow people into the sky." Han Honghua looked back at the entrance where the strong wind was still spewing out, and explained: "Some people who were not afraid of death have tried it before, and they were blown thousands of feet directly. He fell to death from a high altitude."

Kong Zhi seemed to be asking rhetorically, but he was always asking for information. He replied knowingly: "A strong person in the Ascension Wheel Realm may give it a try."

"Hey, I've been here for so long and I haven't seen Shenglun yet." As expected, Han Honghua didn't think much about it, or in other words, she didn't care at all about the information she informed Kong Xian.

"It's impossible. No one who is strong enough to ascend the wheel would be willing to miss this opportunity like the Xihuang Little Blessed Land after knowing about it."

"Who knows." Han Honghua's personality is typical. She doesn't think about things she can't figure out.

After spreading his hands very bachelorly, he looked at Kong Ji and explained: "This wind has not always been so fierce. Everyone is waiting for it to subside before going down to the pit to look for clues."

"But I don't recommend that you go. Maybe you, the eldest brother, can go down and have a look."

Han Honghua said and glanced at Lian Puppet again. She couldn't feel the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power or breath from the eldest brother Kong Ji.

This made her feel that it was not easy to build puppet strength.

"There are many masters coming near this tiankeng. Some of them I dare not say that they can win for sure, so you'd better not get involved." Han Honghua is very famous. During the time when she was talking to Kong Xian again, many monks would His eyes were cast over vaguely.

Han Honghua didn't care, she was used to the attention of these people.

Of course Kong Jin is not afraid. Not only is his name fake, but his face is also fake.

"Fellow Daoist Han is alone?" Kong Xian looked behind Han Honghua, but there were no followers like the others.

"Hmph, who knows what those people are thinking, it's better to be alone and have fun. I just came to see the excitement, and I don't have to take the sunset glow of Xihuang in that little blessed land."

Although Han Honghua is a girl, she speaks cheerfully and boldly.

However, given her status as a physical practitioner, Xihuang Ruixia, who has blessings on Taoism, does not have much appeal to her.

This is undoubtedly good news for Kong Jiang. Han Honghua is ranked 29th on the Qianlong list.

And I don’t have high expectations for Xihuang Luerxia, nor do I hate myself.

It's equivalent to losing a strong competitor, at least there won't be a life-or-death confrontation.

After figuring out the joints, Kong Zhi smiled even brighter and sent a warm invitation to Han Honghua: "Sister Hua, wouldn't it be too boring to watch the fun alone? Wouldn't it be nice for you and I to sit on the mountain together and watch the tigers fight?"

"My younger brother is an alchemist. My elder brother is pretty good and will definitely not hold Sister Hua back."

"Haha, come on, I knew you were interested in Xihuang Sunset Xia." Han Honghua had already seen through Kong Fu's thoughts and spoke directly, even after laughing, she did not refuse.

During the conversation between Kong Xian and Han Honghua.

At the entrance of the Xihuang Mountains, an old man in the Ascending Wheel Realm dressed in purple shuttled back and forth between the mountains. No matter which direction he went, he always returned to the starting point.

This result made the old man's face change greatly.

"Formation!"

It's not a simple formation, even the powerful ones who have ascended the wheel are trapped.

Apparently the Xiling Mountains were set up by a powerful being.

The old man suddenly felt that things were not simple. He stood there for a long time, his face uncertain.

No one who can reach the realm of ascending the wheel is a reckless man who only knows how to do it. If he returns to the Xiling Mountains knowing that someone has tricked him, he is seeking death.

Especially for monks who have higher cultivation level and cherish their lives.

Although the setting sun in Xihuang is good, it is not enough to make him risk his life.

Finally, the old man retreated back the way he came.

The strange thing is that no matter which direction he goes, he can only go around in circles, but when he goes back, the road is smooth.

The old man was not the only Shenglun strongman who was persuaded to retreat.

In the past few days, waves of Shenglun masters from the Xiling Mountains came one after another, but in the end they were all frightened back.

Only the monks in Yanglun realm were not affected at all.

Not long after the old man retreated, a thin old man holding a cloth banner and smiling wretchedly appeared where he had just stayed. He squinted his eyes and looked at the direction where the man left, and said sarcastically: "It's only my chance that these old people still want to come and interfere." With one kick, the monks in Wudong are really becoming more and more shameless."

As he spoke, the skinny old man looked in the direction of the tiankeng again, as if he could see through the mountains and mountains and see the tiankeng.

"The little blessed land of Xihuang, which has been in the dust for so long, should finally appear."

(End of this chapter)