After Xing Ming finalized the plan, Xuan Caijun and Feng Moru's eyes flashed with a gleam of intelligence, and they immediately expressed their agreement.
Li Yan saw the reactions of the three people and smiled in his heart.
"These three people are all very cunning and they quickly analyzed the results.
They had other ideas in their minds but didn't say them out loud. If Jiang Baibi had asked these people to hunt for treasures instead of besieging the enemy, then Xing Ming and his companions would have had unexpected gains!"
Li Yan glanced at the few people with smiles in their eyes, and felt some anticipation in his heart. Xuan Caijun bowed to Li Yan at this time.
"Elder Zhang is very smart, otherwise we would be at a loss here, hahaha!"
Li Yan also waved his hand with a smile...
Before dawn, four figures quietly flew up from the Black Forest Villa and instantly disappeared into the dark night.
After more than thirty breaths, several figures flashed from the top of a mountain and flew towards the southeast, which was the direction of the previous four figures.
Song Rongdao was about fifty years old, with gray hair and a purple robe. He had a solemn demeanor and looked like a great master.
The three people he had made an appointment with this time were all independent cultivators. In the Lost Continent, there were many races of cultivators, and small families and small sects were everywhere.
As a result, some of the declining or annexed aristocratic sects will have cultivators wandering outside, ranging from low-level cultivators to high-level cultivators, and this has also created a lot of independent cultivators.
At the same time, there are some arrogant people who like to be alone, as well as evil gangsters, whose whereabouts are mysterious and erratic.
They flee to the ends of the earth in search of their destiny as immortals, and it is common for them to rob and kill immortal cultivators.
One can easily obtain spirit stones, elixirs, and even some secret manuals of martial arts from others, which is sometimes more free than joining a sect.
There are also some high-level monks who were being hunted down and spent huge amounts of spirit stones to come to the Lost Continent to escape the disaster. Most of them do not like to interact with others.
Therefore, there are many different kinds of independent cultivators on the Lost Continent, just like the various kinds of people in the mortal world.
These three independent cultivators have similar personalities to Song Rongdao, and after years of interaction, they have benefited from each other.
"Brother Song, are you sure that when we break the restriction in that place, the demon armies on both sides won't notice the fluctuations of the restriction?"
As soon as they flew out of Black Forest Villa, one of the four people asked.
The four of them had only gathered today and had been discussing for several hours, spending most of the time discussing how to distribute the benefits they would get later.
After some bargaining, Song Rongdao, as the initiator and the only person who knew the place, naturally kept 40% of the share, and the remaining 60% was divided equally among the three of them.
As soon as the matter was settled, the four decided to set off immediately, not wanting to waste time and avoid any complications.
So some other things will be decided along the way.
The one who spoke was a female cultivator, about forty years old.
She has a voluptuous figure, skin as white as snow, a round face and phoenix eyes, and her black hair is pinned with a cloud-like hairpin. Her long skirt is tightly tied to her plump buttocks, and her voice is like a yellow oriole, very pleasant to the ear.
The glorious years of beauty and elegance are the time when men can't stop.
"No, that place is not easy to find, and the surrounding environment will eliminate most of the spiritual power fluctuations. When the time comes, we can set up a barrier outside, and it will definitely be fine.
Moreover, with Fellow Daoist Yang's attainments in formations, I don't think it would cause too much trouble if he lifted those restrictions. We can only rely on Fellow Daoist Yang for this."
Song Rongdao answered with a smile, but his words were heard by the other three, and they all cursed in their hearts.
"Old man, at this point, you still don't reveal anything!"
Of course, they wanted to know where the place Song Rongru mentioned was as soon as possible, but the other party didn't reveal a single word and was playing Yin-Yang Tai Chi with great success.
The female cultivator named Yang has the lowest cultivation level among the four people, and is the early Jindan cultivator that Li Yan and the others sensed.
Although her question just now seemed to be for her own safety, everyone understood that she was just trying to find out where the place Song Rongdao mentioned was.
Even though several people had already discussed the distribution of benefits afterwards, Song Rongdao had only revealed the approximate location before, which was close to the border of the black and white demons.
This was equivalent to saying nothing. The border between the Black and White Demon Clan was boundless, and they were actually already within the border. Fortunately, they knew that the place Song Rongdao was going was on this border.
At this moment, the female cultivator named Yang suddenly snorted coldly. She turned her head with a frosty face and saw a middle-aged man in the middle stage of the Golden Core Realm flying half a step behind her from the side.
"Mr. Yan, have you seen enough? If you want to see more, go home and see your mother!"
The female cultivator surnamed Yang shouted angrily in a low voice, her eyebrows raised, and the middle-aged man behind her curled his lips.
He then nonchalantly withdrew his lustful gaze that had been staring at the other's plump buttocks and a pair of proudly standing peaks, and chuckled at the same time.
"It's not impossible, but how about... you be my mother?"
"you… "
The female cultivator named Yang was so angry that she held her breath in her chest. She had seen shameless people before, but she had never seen anyone as shameless as this.
This man has been staring at her with lustful eyes ever since he saw her in the villa this afternoon. Although she is not a good man, she still dislikes people who show lust directly on their faces.
“Friend Yan, this time we have to focus on the important matters, and we need to cooperate with each other and not hurt our Qi.
Otherwise, Song will have to ask you to leave!"
Song Rongdao flashed and inserted himself between the two men, separating the female cultivator named Yang who was about to take action. At the same time, he spoke coldly to the cultivator named Yan without any politeness.
He knew that the monk named Yan he knew was extremely lustful.
If he met a cultivator with higher cultivation than himself, it would be fine, at most he would think about how to plot against the other party in secret. But if he met a beautiful female cultivator with lower cultivation than himself, he might just take action directly.
However, the cultivator named Yan is not a fool, and he is definitely not the kind of person who will do anything when he is hungry. He always wants to find out the other party's background before deciding whether to take action.
In order to enter that place this time, Song Rongdao invited the female cultivator named Yang with all his strength. This woman was the most knowledgeable about formations among all the people he knew.
Considering the danger he had encountered when he entered that place for a distance, he decided to invite a few more people to go together, and the formation master was an indispensable and important part.
When Song Rongdao invites people to travel with him, he not only has to be familiar with the other party's background and character, but he will also not invite cultivators who have sects or immortal cultivation families behind them.
He would only invite some solitary cultivators to go with him, and the cultivator named Yan also met his requirements.
Apart from being lustful, this man is quite alert and has good fighting ability. Most importantly, he listens to Song Rongdao.
Compared with the importance of the female cultivator named Yang, if the cultivator named Yan is really hard to change his character, Song Rongdao can only keep the female cultivator named Yang and drive him away.
After hearing what Song Rongdao said, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in the eyes of the cultivator named Yan.
His cruel intention was only directed at the female cultivator named Yang, and he did not dare to think of taking revenge on Song Rongdao. Don't look at Song Rongdao's appearance of a mellow old man, he had suffered a great loss at the hands of the other party.
The other party was extremely brutal. If the cultivator surnamed Yan had not offered him many benefits when his life was on the line, he would have been killed by Song Rongdao.
It can be said that there is no acquaintance without fighting, but there is one very good thing about Song Rongdao, that is, once he says something, he seldom regrets it.
Song Rongdao felt that the monk surnamed Yan was a good swordsman, and the monk surnamed Yan felt that Song Rongdao was fierce but also trustworthy, so the two of them continued to interact like this.
"Bitch, you're still pretending to be a good wife! Humph, just wait, after I've used you to break the formation restrictions, I'll turn you into a slut and make you beg me to have sex with you. It'll be strange if Song Rongdao doesn't care whether you live or die then!"
The cultivator named Yan was thinking hatefully in his heart, but after Song Rongdao finished speaking, he had regained his gentlemanly demeanor and no longer looked at the female cultivator named Yang.
"Fellow Daoist Song, can you tell me again about your last encounter with the 'Dark Spirit Demon Bat'..."
Just when everyone fell silent, a cold voice broke the silence.
He was the young man in black who had never spoken among the four of them. His cultivation was the same as Song Rongdao's, the late Jindan stage.
He looked too young, only about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a blue face and thin lips that were tightly closed most of the time.
Everyone understood what his real purpose was.
When Song Rongdao asked them to come forward and told them that he had discovered a secret cave that might be ancient, or even prehistoric, they were all very surprised, but then they became deeply suspicious.
With such a good thing, let alone their relationship with Song Rongdao, if they had such an opportunity, they might not be willing to tell it even to their own son.
But they soon understood why Song Rongdao was so generous. The secret cave he discovered had very powerful formations and restrictions, and there he actually encountered an ancient demon beast called the "Dark Spirit Bat".
But what made Song Rongdao feel fortunate was that the "Dark Spirit Bat" he encountered had only grown four wings, which meant that it was not yet an adult.
If it really was an adult "Dark Spirit Demon Bat" with six-winged wings, Song Rongdao would not even have a chance to escape.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Song Rongdao fled.
If there really is a "Dark Spirit Bat" in that secret cave, it is very likely that it is a closed ancient or prehistoric secret cave.
After all, few people in the Lost Continent now say they have seen this kind of ancient monster.
This was also Song Rongdao’s explanation before, but they obviously wanted to hear it again.
Song Rongdao kept smiling, but he was cursing in his heart.
"Damn it, I've explained it in such detail, but they still don't believe it. They're doubting whether I've set a trap somewhere for them to fall into!"
Song Rongdao smiled and recounted the whole incident as if he was considering it carefully. Finally, he said.
"Even though the Dark Spirit Demon Bat was underage, I was unable to kill it. However, I managed to cut off a piece of flesh from its sharp claws in a quick fight."
After saying this, Song Rongdao flipped his hand and a small piece of black thing flashing with a faint light appeared on his finger.
The black thing was only the size of a small finger, wrinkled, and covered with dense hairs, each of which was like a sharp thorn.
There were faint traces of blood on the other side, and it was obvious that it was cut from some living creature.
What surprised the three people even more was that they felt a breath of vicissitudes from this thing, but there was no sense of aging.
This time, Song Rongdao directly took out this small piece of flesh and showed it to the three people, just to completely dispel their concerns.
This is also the cunning part of him. If he had taken out this piece of flesh at the very beginning, these three people might have been even more suspicious.
Giving the most powerful evidence while others are constantly expecting you may be able to suppress the last doubts in their hearts.
Because at that time, you had already believed some of the other party's explanations, but you just lacked the final confirmation.
At the evening of the fifth day, under the astonished gaze of the other three, they flew over the sea.
Under the gloomy sky, raging waves crashed into the sky and strong winds blew. This was a wide bay connected to the sea on the border between the black and white tribes.
"Why here?"
They looked at Song Rongdao in surprise.