"Late stage of alchemy, retreat?" The man who transmitted the voice was obviously taken aback, then he let out a long sigh, and no more sound came out.
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.
But the gray-clothed old man found Kuaishanshi nearby and sat cross-legged after seeing the other party leave.
At the other end of the teleportation circle, in a small stone room in Baiqiao Courtyard, the figure of a Confucian scholar appeared in the magic circle amidst the white light, surrounded by several senior monks from the three factions including the old man surnamed Fu.
"How is it, Junior Brother, are the preparations over there almost?" 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, and we 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 Luoyunzong already has Master Yufeng." Yes. Brother Jiang, who is going with you here?" The old man surnamed Fu nodded in satisfaction and said.
The old man in the red shirt heard the words, and pushed the door 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, so 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 green-robed Confucian scholar 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, there were footsteps outside the stone room, and the old man in red shirt walked in calmly, followed by the top ten disciples from 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 looking 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.
That's all for Han Li. When he saw Du Dong, the Huoyunfeng peak master's face remained unchanged, but he couldn't help snorting secretly, and 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 out of its sheath. This young man was Meng Di, a disciple of the ancient sword sect who possessed the "Nine Spirit Sword Body".
"Nine Spirits Sword Body" is known as the three major sword cultivating spirit bodies in the world of cultivating immortals. This is not a joke. With a top-level sword in his hand, no opponent can survive for a while under the invincible sword aura, and take the final first place with absolute advantage.
Thinking of this, the old man in red shirt became a little jealous of Gu Jianmen's good luck.
Han Li looked coldly at the "Alchemy Experts" who filled the room, feeling neither surprised nor happy. After winning all three rounds, he intentionally lost to a foundation-building opponent who was not weak in Baiqiaoyuan. In this way, he joined five other opponents who also lost, and participated in the competition for the seventh to tenth place. 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 made Han Li speechless for a while.
The highest-ranked disciple of the Luoyun Sect was the young man named Sun Huo, whose cultivation was not weak enough to snatch 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 meeting was over, the top ten disciples each distributed a top-level magic weapon. And Meng Di produced an extra jade box, which contained a Dingling Pill.
When Han Li saw the jade box, he made a decision without thinking in his heart: If the trip goes well, it's fine if he can get the spiritual root of the tree of spiritual eyes and the alchemy formula. If not, he doesn't mind borrowing it from this disciple of the ancient sword. Take this thing and use it. 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 smiled happily.
In the flashing white light, the cultivator surnamed Bai and a middle-aged cultivator from Baiqiaoyuan with a ruddy complexion first passed the message to the past, and then the disciples passed in the same way in twos.
After feeling dizzy for a while, Han Li and the others appeared in a desolate pile of stones 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 formula, which flew into the mist and disappeared.
The surrounding thick fog rolled up, and then they faced their direction, the fog suddenly cleared, and not far away, a moss-covered stone wall appeared, as if no one had ever 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 transmitted the voice: "Okay. If you have anything to say, wait until you come in. I'm going to open the big formation for you."
As soon as the man surnamed Yue finished speaking, there was a wave of shaking and blurring on the stone wall, and then green lights shot out, making it impossible to look directly at.
After a while, when everyone came back to their senses and looked forward, they were shocked to find that the blue stone wall had disappeared, replaced by a huge stone door with two closed doors.
The talismans on the stone gate are densely packed, and the colorful auras are constantly flickering, 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, there was a monk in yellow standing with his hands behind his back. This cultivator seemed to be in his forties, his thick black thick eyebrows were slightly upside down, and his face was so shockingly evil that ordinary people would be terrified and afraid to look at him at all.
"Hehe! Senior Brother Yue's ghost art seems to have made a lot of progress. It seems that senior brother is practicing near the sacred tree, and his cultivation has really improved." The middle-aged monk of Baiqiaoyuan, seeing the angry look of the yellow-clothed monk, immediately He 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: "Hmph! 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!"
The middle-aged cultivator of Baiqiaoyuan immediately showed embarrassment when he heard this: "Brother, I'm just talking casually. Brother Yue and two brothers Wu and Tian are guarding here, so it's hard work. I just..."
"Okay, there's no need to say more. This restriction was set up by several Uncle Nascent Soul Qi from my three sects. I only have a moment to open the restriction. Hurry up!"
As soon as the monk in yellow finished saying this, 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 glow 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, hurry up!" Seeing this scene, the Confucian scholar urged without thinking, and then turned into a white rainbow and flew forward.
The gray-clothed old man and the middle-aged monk of Baiqiao Courtyard also gave orders and shot in the same way.
Seeing this, Han Li and the others didn't dare to be negligent, and they all followed in.