"In the late stage of alchemy, retreat?" The man who transmitted the voice was obviously taken aback, and then he sighed, and no sound came out again.
The cultivator surnamed Bai of the Ancient Sword Gate raised his hand without saying much, and a white light hit a seemingly ordinary bluestone nearby. Suddenly, the light flickered in the pile of stones. After a white light emerged, the person disappeared without a trace. no trace.
This pile of rubble was actually a teleportation circle cleverly concealed.
And when the gray-clothed old man saw that the other party had left, he found Kuai Shanshi nearby and sat cross-legged on his own.
At the other end of the teleportation circle, in a small stone room in Baiqiaoyuan, the figure of a Confucian scholar appeared in the magic circle under white light, surrounded by several high-level monks from the three sects, including the old man surnamed Fu.
"How is it, Junior Brother, the preparations over there are almost ready." The monk surnamed Jiang asked without hesitation when he saw the figure of the Confucian scholar emerging.
"Brother, don't worry. Everything is in order in the Holy Land. You can send it there now." Confucian scholar replied with a smile.
"That's good! Brother Duan, please bring those ten juniors in. According to the agreement, each of our three sects will send a monk who has formed a core to accompany us. We will be followed by Elder Wang, and the Luoyunzong already has Yufeng." Lord. Brother Jiang, who is going with you here." The old man surnamed Fu nodded in satisfaction and said.
Hearing this, the old man in red shirt opened the door and went out without saying a word.
"Is there anything good to go to the Holy Land, and it's not like I haven't been there before. Let Junior Brother Bai go there." The old man surnamed Jiang replied indifferently.
"That's fine. I remember that although Fellow Daoist Bai has never been on duty in the Holy Land, he was one of the ten disciples in the Sword Trial Conference back then, and now he has revisited the old place." The old man surnamed Fu said with a smile.
The Confucian scholar in green robe nodded calmly and agreed without saying anything.
But the young woman in white came to Confucian scholar with a charming smile, and stood side by side with him, looking extremely loving.
At this time, footsteps came from outside the stone room, and the old man in red shirt walked in calmly, followed by the top ten disciples of the three sects.
This time, although the Luoyun Sect still didn't get the first place, there were as many as four disciples who entered the top ten, occupying the top of the three sects.
This made the old man surnamed Duan calm on the surface, but he was quite complacent in his heart.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at the four of his disciples, a woman surnamed Mu from Tianquan Peak, and a young man named Sun Huo from Huoyun Peak with a cold face.
As for the other two, it was Han Li and Na Dudong.
Let Han Li fall! As soon as he saw Du Dong, the Huoyun Peak Master's expression remained unchanged, but he couldn't help snorting secretly, a trace of sarcasm flashed in his heart.
As for the disciple who won the first place this time, it was a young man in black with an expression like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath. This young man was Meng Di, a disciple of the ancient sword sect who possessed the "Nine Spirits Sword Body".
"Nine Spirits Sword Body", known as the three major sword cultivating spirit bodies in the world of cultivating immortals, this is not a joke.
This person relied on a top-level sword in his hand, and no opponent could survive for a while under the invincible sword aura. Completely won the final first place with an absolute advantage.
Thinking of this, the red-shirted old man was a little jealous of Gu Jianmen's good luck again
Han Li looked coldly at the "Alchemy Experts" that filled the room, feeling neither surprised nor pleased.
After winning all three rounds, he deliberately lost to an opponent in the foundation stage who was not weak in Baiqiaoyuan. In this way, he participated in the competition for the seventh to tenth place with five other opponents who also lost.
In the end, he made an image that he was about to run out of talismans and was barely able to pass the level, and he grabbed the ninth place.
As for that Du Dong, I don't know if it was the same as his plan, but he also lost in the fourth game, and then deliberately lost to him, ranking at the bottom.
This left Han Li speechless for a while.
The highest-ranked disciple of Luoyunzong is that young man named Sun Huo. His cultivation is not weak, and he even grabbed the third place.
But from Han Li's point of view, apart from the black-clothed youth who ranked first, if this person's magic weapon can match his skills, even if he beats the second-ranked Baiqiaoyuan disciple, he will not be able to succeed at all. questionable.
As soon as the conference ended, the top ten disciples each distributed a top-level magic weapon. And the young man in black named Meng Di had an extra jade box, which contained a magic pill.
When Han Li saw the jade box, he made a decision without thinking.
If the trip goes well, it will be fine if you can get the spiritual roots and pills of the spiritual eye tree. If not, he wouldn't mind borrowing this item from this master disciple of the ancient sword sect.
After all, when condensing the Nascent Soul, having the Lingling Pill will make it a lot easier.
While Han Li was thinking about it, the old man surnamed Fu had already started sending his disciples.
The young monks of the three sects also knew where they were going next, and most of them were smiling.
In the flashing white light, monk surnamed Bai and a ruddy middle-aged monk from Baiqiaoyuan first passed on the message. Then all the disciples went in the same way in twos.
After feeling dizzy for a while, Han Li and the others appeared in a desolate stone pile filled with thick fog and humid air.
Han Li narrowed his eyes slightly, and subconsciously released his spiritual sense to probe this place, but his divine sense was only stretched out tens of feet away, and was immediately blocked by some kind of restriction.
He felt a chill in his heart, knowing that a very powerful magic circle had been set up here, and it was best to achieve the goal secretly.
Seeing that they were all teleported over, the gray-clothed old man stood up unhurriedly, raised his hand, and shot out a yellow spell, which flew into the mist and disappeared.
The thick fog rolled around. Then facing their direction, the mist suddenly dissipated, and not far away, a moss-covered stone wall appeared, as if no one had been there.
"Listen well, because the spirit water has been refined and must be used to cleanse the eyes immediately, so you have this opportunity to enter the forbidden area of ????the three factions. Otherwise, even I will not be allowed to go near this place. After you enter, just If you can stay inside for a day and a night, you must leave immediately the next day. And there are many restrictions inside, you must not intrude in it, or you will bear the consequences." The Confucian scholar named Bai seemed to be very familiar with everything inside, before the other two said What, he warned in a cold voice.
Naturally, all of these low-level disciples agreed.
And at this time, from the direction of the blue stone wall, came the voice of the man who had transmitted the sound.
"Okay. If you have anything to say, wait until you come in. I'm going to set up a large formation and let you go."
As soon as the man surnamed Yue finished speaking, there was a wave of shaking and blurring on the stone wall, and then green light radiated everywhere, making it impossible to look directly at.
A moment later, when everyone came back to their senses and looked forward, they were stunned to find out.
The cyan stone wall suddenly disappeared, replaced by a huge stone door with double doors closed.
The talismans and incantations on the stone gate are densely packed, and the colorful auras are constantly flashing, and I don't know how many powerful restrictions have been placed on it. Outside the stone gate, there are several layers of yellow light curtains, covering the gate inside, it is impossible to easily touch the stone gate.
But at this time, in front of the huge gate that was more than ten feet high, a monk in yellow stood with his hands behind his back.
This monk seems to be in his forties, with a pair of thick black eyebrows slightly upside down, and an astonishing evil spirit on his face, which makes ordinary people tremble with fear and dare not look at him at all.
"Hehe! Senior Brother Yue's 'Ghost Demon Art' seems to have made a lot of progress. It seems that senior brother is practicing near the holy tree, and his cultivation has really improved." A middle-aged monk in Baiqiaoyuan saw the frightening look of the yellow-clothed monk. , muttered with a bit of envy on his face.
His words were not loud, but he heard the monk surnamed Yue clearly. The monk in yellow immediately rolled his eyes and said bluntly.
"Huh! If you are willing to stay in the forbidden area for fifty or sixty years, you can naturally come in and practice penance. I'm afraid that the younger brother will lose his temper by then!"
After hearing this, the middle-aged monks of Baiqiaoyuan immediately showed embarrassment.
"Brother, I'm just talking casually. Senior brother Yue and two senior brothers, Wu and Tian, ??are guarding this place. Naturally, it's extremely hard work. I just"
"Okay, no need to say more. This restriction was set up by several Uncle Yuan Yingqi from my three sects. I only have a moment to open the restriction. You should hurry up!"
As soon as the monk in yellow finished speaking, he immediately turned his palm, and a yellow token appeared in his hand.
He had a solemn expression on his face, and he muttered something.
Suddenly a yellow light burst out on the token, and then a yellow glow swept out from the Chong. Wherever it went, the light curtains suddenly melted and disappeared, revealing a passage several feet in size.
"Everyone go in, move faster!" The Confucian scholar urged without thinking when he saw this scene. Then it turned into a white rainbow and flew forward.
The gray-clothed old man and the middle-aged monk of Baiqiao Courtyard both gave the same order and shot in the same way.
Seeing this, Han Li and the others didn't dare to be negligent, and followed in one after another. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please visit www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com