City: Cultivating Immortals for a Thousand Years, Returning to Be a Dad

The old man was very happy, and the old man was very happy.

If there are people who are relaxed in the secret realm, they are the people of the Nether Palace.

They are lucky. Most of them are nearby after entering the secret realm.

Soon, except for the palace master Mu Yunfan, they all gathered together.

In addition to their understanding of the secret realm, they can deal with it well even if they encounter monsters.

They are advancing step by step towards the center of the secret realm.

"My two lords, should we go find the master first?"

A member of the Nether Palace asked the smiling masked man and the angry masked man who were leading the group.

After hearing this, the two men pondered for a moment and said, "The master is incomparable in strength, and he should not encounter any danger.

We might as well go directly to the center, I believe we can see the master there!"

After discussing it, the two decided to go to the center first.

Because if they go to the center, they may be able to meet their master earlier, and it will also be easier for them to find the whereabouts of the master.

And there are many good things in the center, these good things are the collection of the demon spirit Taoist.

If they go too late, these good things may be taken away by others first. After all, they were besieged by these terrifying monsters not long after they came in.

"Let's go!"

The two waved their hands and led everyone to the center.

......

On the other side, Yang Yixiao and Mu Yunfan.

Also slowly headed towards the center of the secret realm.

I don't know if it's because they encountered two high-level monsters in a row before.

On this way, they didn't see any monsters anymore, not even the hair of monsters.

And Mu Yunfan didn't find a chance to attack again.

This was mainly because Yang Yixiao had learned from the previous lessons.

He refused to walk in front no matter what, and insisted on letting Mu Yunfan walk in front.

So Mu Yunfan was forced to walk to the front.

And Yang Yixiao walked leisurely behind.

Although Mu Yunfan was very depressed, he had no choice.

At the same time, many warriors in the secret realm were dying.

Most people were unable to resist the invasion of these monsters. Some people could not hold on for long even if they tried their best.

Many people chose to give up after experiencing a round of monster attacks.

This place is too dangerous.

Their mentality became more and more anxious, and the more such times, the easier it was to expose their own flaws.

Most of these people were torn into two pieces by the monsters that suddenly jumped out from the side while running away.

Some people even lost their lives directly and their souls flew away.

Even the father and son of the Fang family encountered two mid-level martial saint-level monsters. They fought to the death but could not resist them, and finally died on the spot.

The death of the father and son of the Fang family made other warriors even more panicked.

They followed Fang Tianhua because he had the strength of a martial saint, in order to save their lives.

Now that even the martial saint was dead, what could they use to fight against him.

So they began to retreat and wanted to leave this ghost place.

Unfortunately, in front of two mid-level martial saint-level monsters, how could they escape?

A fight turned into a massacre unknowingly.

After killing these warriors, the two monsters also turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared.

After the death of the father and son of the Fang family, the old man in a green Taoist robe on the altar in the central stone palace of the secret realm suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes flashed with brilliance, and two golden lights shot out from his pupils. It rushed straight into the sky, like a roaring golden dragon.

Then, a strange arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Hahahaha! Foolish people, just become my nourishment!"

The old man in green stood up, his whole body bursting with golden light, dazzling, and his momentum was rising.

He raised his right hand, pointed at the distance, and pointed out!

Suddenly, the sky shook and the void trembled.

"Boom~~"

The void seemed to be torn apart, making a deafening thunderous sound.

A golden stream of light passed through, piercing through the void, and instantly reached a hundred feet!

Puff~~

"Ah!!!"

"Save me! Come and save me!"

"No!"

"I won't give up!!!!"

......

Everything turned to ashes wherever the golden stream of light passed.

Waves of screams came, no matter if you were a peak innate strongman or a half-step martial saint. In front of the golden light, they all seem so small

Small.

The golden light was like a lance of destruction, destroying everything in its path. It passed away in an instant and disappeared in the blink of an eye, and those warriors who could not dodge were strangled in the air.

After they died, they all turned into a wisp of golden light, drifting to the central stone palace altar, and then after being refined, they all entered the old man's body.

As these golden lights entered the old man's body, his vitality became more and more vigorous. The wrinkles on his face slowly stretched out, his skin regained its rosy color, and his silver hair gradually turned black.

A huge pressure descended, sweeping across the entire secret realm in an instant.

Feeling the coming of this pressure, all the warriors who were still alive in the secret realm stopped and looked at the direction of the central stone palace in horror.

This pressure suffocated them.

"What kind of pressure is this? Even a martial saint doesn't have this kind of aura!"

"Such a powerful pressure, even better than the pressure of the previous martial saints."

"This is definitely beyond the scope of a martial saint. Could it be the legendary martial god!?"

All the warriors with lower cultivation in the secret realm knelt on the ground, not daring to look up at the center.

And that direction is the center of the secret realm, the location of the central stone palace.

Mu Yunfan was even more shocked by this pressure and his face changed drastically.

It was as if there was a Taishan hanging over his head, giving people a huge sense of oppression.

"What is this?"

Mu Yunfan's heart was beating wildly.

He seemed to have guessed something vaguely.

"Could it be that the Taoist of Demon Spirit is not dead?!"

Thinking of this, Mu Yunfan couldn't help but shudder, feeling cold all over.

The Taoist of Demon Spirit is a serious member of the Demon Sect, which is different from their branch.

They are always self-centered, and don't care whether you are a fellow disciple or a friend.

In their eyes, the law of the jungle is the rule, the iron law.

Even if they are friends and fellow disciples, as long as there is enough interest, they will betray each other and even kill each other.

The most important thing is that he remembered a terrifying formation he had seen in a demonic book.

It can plunder the vitality and lifespan of others, improve oneself, and increase lifespan!

According to records, the demon Taoist priest died of exhaustion of lifespan for some unknown reason.

It seems that this is all fake. His lifespan must be about to run out, but he has not yet died.

It must be a formation set up here, trying to plunder the lifespan of those who enter to increase his own lifespan!

Thinking of this, Mu Yunfan's legs trembled.

"Yang... Brother Yang, let's go quickly, otherwise it will be too late!"

He turned to Yang Yixiao and said.

But he saw Yang Yixiao looking at the center excitedly: "This is the birth of a treasure, you can call the master!"

As he said, he also made a mysterious spell in his hand.