Fantasy: The Strongest Sect in the Universe

Who would have thought that the river water they had been looking for so hard was not fairy water, but poisonous water.

A martial king paid the price of his life after drinking only one sip.

A group of warriors looked at the Fairy Lake shrouded in mist with extremely complicated expressions.

They had come here so hard, could it be for nothing?

"What's going on?"

"This river water has always been nourished by fairy energy, why is it poisonous?"

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Everyone started to discuss. What they saw in the picture was just an ordinary river water. This river water once fed many races, which meant that this river water was not poisonous.

Could it be that the river water became poisonous after the immortal corpse fell into the river?

"Could it be that this immortal was poisoned to death before his death?"

Everyone quickly thought of a possibility. The poison in the river water only appeared after the immortal corpse.

Then the most reasonable explanation is that the poison comes from the immortal corpse itself.

In other words, the immortal may have been poisoned to death.

How terrible must the poison be to be able to poison the immortal to death.

When Tian Wudao came here with a group of alien warriors, he had already seen this scene. He looked at the Fairy Lake surrounded by thick fog, his eyes flickering.

"Your Highness, the water of this Fairy Lake is so poisonous. If you go down and the water enters your body, it will be dangerous. You'd better not take risks, otherwise it will be difficult to escape unscathed."

Tianjiu looked at the Fairy Lake and said worriedly.

"It's not easy to get here, and I lost a lot of my men. Even if there is danger, we must find the immortal corpse."

Tian Wudao said with a sense of dignity.

Tianjiu wanted to persuade him again, but Tian Wudao waved his hand and said to him: "Don't worry, I'm not that stupid, let others try the water first."

Knowing that the water of this Fairy Lake is poisonous, but the temptation of the immortal corpse is too great, someone will definitely not be able to bear it.

Tian Wudao waited for them to try first, and he could observe first, and then find a solution after observation.

At this moment, Tian Wudao saw Qian Yangqiu coming over, and Tian Wudao smiled and nodded at him.

Qian Yangqiu pretended not to see it, and he looked towards the Fairy Lake.

Looking at the clear lake water, he frowned slightly: "Such a clear lake water can be poisonous..."

Qian Yangqiu did not let anyone try it, but ordered his subordinates to build a boat.

Seeing the people Qian Yangqiu brought to cut wood and build a boat, the others also reacted and went to cut wood and build a boat.

As long as they had a boat, they didn't need to enter the water.

"This general is now just a dry skeleton. I don't believe that this lake water can kill this general."

At this moment, a tall skeleton appeared with a huge axe in hand.

This person was a general who led troops in his lifetime, and now only a skeleton is left.

There is still some consciousness left, and he stepped into the water without hesitation.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on him.

However, everyone's face suddenly changed, and they saw that his skeleton, which was originally as white as clouds, quickly turned black, and with a scream, he fell down and was then submerged by the lake.

"This poison can kill consciousness!"

When everyone saw this scene, how could they not know that this poison was indeed too terrifying.

Everyone no longer dared to try, even those who were immune to all poisons did not dare to try casually.

At this time, people came here one after another.

The major forces occupied advantageous positions one after another, and Tian Wudao and Qian Yangqiu occupied relatively good positions.

Other sects also marked out the territory to station here, and some sects even organized mansions to cut wood and build simple houses.

Some strong men had treasures in their hands, and the treasures instantly grew larger and turned into huge mansions.

On the other side, they were all buried in the immortal tomb, but these people looked weird.

There were human beings and alien races, with different expressions.

Some were even lying in ancient coffins and did not show up.

Some ancient coffins were carried by some skeletons and walked over openly.

Although everyone's purpose was to get the immortal corpse, they were afraid of each other.

However, these people did not pay attention to the new human race. At this time, they only had the immortal corpse in their eyes.

As for the human race, there were many strong people among them. If they set out, they might not be able to take advantage.

Elder Lingtian brought his descendants to Fairy Lake and occupied a favorable position.

However, not long after, an old man with a murderous aura walked up to them and said to them: "Get lost!"

Ling Yinghao couldn't stand this bad breath, and angrily asked: "Why, we came first."

"Why? Because my cultivation is stronger than yours."

The old man smiled grimly, and his eyes swept coldly at all the people in Lingtian Fort, and said coldly: "I'll give you a chance to live, leave now, otherwise don't blame me for being cruel."

Hearing the old man's words, all the people in Lingtian Fort showed anger on their faces.

"You... you are too domineering!"

Ling Yinghao's face was angry, and he scolded the old man.

"Hehe, what if I am domineering!"

The old man looked at them sinisterly, then sneered and said: "Get lost now."

All the people in Lingtian Fort heard the words, and they all showed resentment and clenched their fists, but they didn't dare to do anything without the order of the ancestor.

"Let's go!"

Old man Ling Tian knew how powerful the old man in front of him was. He could not afford to offend this man now, so he quickly led his clansmen away and gave up the good position they occupied.

"You guys know what's best for you!"

The old man muttered something pitiful, and then occupied this good position.

Things like this happen from time to time. Most of them are occupied by force, and the weak ones wisely choose to give up their positions.

However, there are also forces with strong personalities who are unwilling to give in and are wiped out by the other party.

"Ancestor, he bullied others too much. I gave up such a good position to him for nothing. I really can't bear to accept it."

Ling Yinghao said very reluctantly.

Old man Ling Tian was not too angry. After hearing what he said, he shook his head and said, "Hero, you need to be more diplomatic. The man just now is a strong martial artist. Once we take action, it will be difficult for us to survive."

"We came here this time just hoping to pick up some treasures. We have no luck with the immortal corpse, but we can always pick up some other treasures."

Old man Ling Tian said with a serious face.

He didn't expect to grab the so-called immortal bones and corpses, he just hoped to pick up some treasures.

There is no need to risk the lives of yourself and others just for a position.

"Hey, that person looks familiar?"

At this moment, a sect elder caught a glimpse of a middle-aged man.

I saw the middle-aged man sitting cross-legged in the void, his eyes closed, and the terrifying sword power emitted from his body, making people afraid to approach.

The sect elder stared at the middle-aged man carefully. He became more and more familiar with him. Suddenly, a name from a long time ago popped into his mind.

"This is not the owner of Lushan Sword Village who disappeared tens of thousands of years ago. It seems to be called Mo Gaojian."

"I didn't expect that he would also come to the Immortal Tomb."

"No, he disappeared a long time ago, and there is no way he could be alive until now, unless he was buried in the Immortal Tomb. Could it be that his disappearance was because he entered the Immortal Tomb?"

The sect elder suddenly became enlightened.

Lushan Sword Village is an extremely large force, and it is very close to the Wuji Sect. For such a powerful force, their owner suddenly disappeared overnight, which naturally caused a huge sensation.