Five Immortals Gate

Li Yan became more and more cautious while flying. As he was traveling like this, half a day passed by in a hurry. During this period, he encountered six more killing scenes. However, he was quick to see the opportunity and avoided it early. As we drove forward, these six killings were large and small, with dozens of people intertwined in the big one fighting each other. The light of the magic made the originally dark red sky become colorful, and the sounds of explosions and screams were endless. Screams, flesh and blood filled the sky.

Li Yan couldn't help but sigh. Ever since he entered Beiming Town Demon Tower, he had been killed constantly. Especially after entering the second level, he would encounter someone fighting with others almost every day, and he was inevitably involved several times.

"The lives of people in Beiming Town Demon Tower are like grass, and after entering the palace under the Red Maple Pond Lake, the place is even more bloody. The fat monk I met before is clearly a Zen monk from the Pure Land Sect, but where is the other person? Even with the slightest bit of compassion from the Buddhists, you are still killing people and seizing treasures. This may be the real experience. There are fighting, robbing, calculations, and powerful beings that keep oppressing your nerves. "

As Li Yan moved forward carefully, two more days passed. During these two days, he met many monks, obviously many times more than before.

Along the way, there is a lonely smoke in the desert, and occasionally a ruined wall or a large remaining palace complex appears. Under the dark red sky, it looks iron-blooded and desolate.

Sun Jiuhe's sharp nails on his left hand were embedded in a monk's Tianling Cap. He looked at the desert in the distance and said coldly, "Have you really never seen this person?"

A black-clothed monk in his hand was half-kneeling on the ground in pain, with strands of blood seeping out from his forehead. It was like blood-red earthworms crawling on his face. There was a jade slip floating in front of him. , at this time, a dim white light appeared on the jade slip, and there was a figure standing there, who looked exactly like Li Yan.

"Really...really...no, my fellow Taoist and I have no grudges..." The black-clothed monk was blocked here by these three people for some reason, and then they directly captured him. At this time, he could only look fearful. He said, but before he could finish his words, there was only a "click" sound, and the words in the black-clothed monk's mouth turned into a howl that stopped suddenly, and then his body sank down weakly.

The big man beside Sun Jiuhe curled his lips and said, "Fellow Daoist Sun, there is no way to continue searching like this!"

On the other side, the pale monk surnamed Qiu saw Sun Jiuhe kill the black monk with his hands. He couldn't help but stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked his lips, and then took out a jade bottle unhurriedly. , and then Sun Jiuhe withdrew his left hand with a cruel look, and the monk in black fell weakly to the ground.

While the black-clothed monk fell, a faint soul that only the monk could see floated out from his heavenly spirit cap. The soul looked confused, and for a while he didn't know what happened.

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Well, when he saw the scenery around him, the confusion in his eyes immediately disappeared, replaced by a face full of panic, and this soul was about to escape into the distance.

"Fellow Taoist, where are you going?" The next moment, the soul was grabbed by the monk surnamed Qiu with a look of despair and pressed directly into the jade bottle, with a cruel look on his face.

Sun Jiuhe and the big man looked at each other and knew that this monk's soul was probably going to be used by the black-clothed monks as a body for poisoning and research. His fate would be extremely miserable, and he would cry out and beg for death every day but could not find a solution.

"Do you have a better way, Fellow Daoist Zhu?" Sun Jiuhe let out a long breath. They have entered the palace under the Red Maple Pond Lake for three days. Although they have recorded Li Yan's appearance from memory, they have not yet seen it. There are only a few clues, but they have done a lot of killing and stealing. They now have a lot more storage bags in their waists.

"This palace is too big. Brother Sun doesn't know whether that person came to take advantage of the opportunity to break through or to hunt for treasure. There is no direction for him to look for." The big man surnamed Zhu said helplessly.

Sun Jiuhe's face became more and more embarrassed when he heard that. At Li Yan's age, he really couldn't tell why the other party came here. If it was to break through to the late stage of foundation building, it was possible. If it was to hunt for treasure, it was also a probability. Very big.

As a result, Sun Jiuhe and the others had no idea where Li Yan might go.

Sun Jiuhe is not looking for Li Yan at all these days. They are also looking for the other eleven people who entered in the same group as Li Yan that day. As long as they find them, they may be able to know the direction of Li Yan after entering. That way, at least there will be a rough range.

What Sun Jiuhe didn't know was that Li Yan was the last person to enter, and no one planned to ambush Li Yan. They were already scattered after entering, but this does not mean that Sun Jiuhe's method was wrong.

"I think that person came here to find treasures." At this time, the monk surnamed Qiu had put the jade bottle into the storage bag, and then said calmly.

"Oh, why did Fellow Daoist Qiu say this!" Sun Jiuhe and the big man surnamed Zhu looked at the pale monk.

"Without him, Brother Sun said he is a poison cultivator. I think most of the poison cultivators who come here are looking for some kind of poison-making materials. At least they are less likely than coming here to seek a breakthrough." Qiu The monk surnamed held his chin with one hand and said while rolling his eyes.

"Well, what Fellow Daoist Qiu said makes sense.

, instead of searching around like this without a clue, it is better to look for this person in a few places where resources can easily be regenerated. This way the chance is still much higher. It is impossible to meet the other eleven people who entered with that kid. After all, the monks who come here are mainly looking for treasures, and it will be fruitful to inquire about it. "

Sun Jiuhe and the big man surnamed Zhu looked at each other and agreed.

In a damaged hall, more than 20 monks were fighting and killing each other. A bookboy was carrying a bamboo basket on his back. At this moment, the oilcloth on the bamboo basket had been peeled off, and he was being stepped on by the bookboy as he shuttled back and forth quickly. After getting out of the crowd, they fled outside the temple. Instead of saying that more than 20 monks were killing each other, it was better to say that most of the monks were shouting and flying around the temple chasing the book boy Bro.

"Boy, quickly hand over that silver paper..."

"Kill him. Just now he secretly grabbed a page while others were fighting..."

"Even if I chased him to the edge of the earth, I would definitely kill this kid alive. Just now he secretly attacked me..."

As everyone shouted, the palace was filled with spiritual energy, and the magic weapons and talismans erupted with various auras that caught people's eyes.

"Hey, are you being unreasonable? There is a piece of silver paper over there. Why don't you go and rob it? How come you all come here to besiege me? Do you really think I'm a young master who is easy to bully?"

Surrounded by dozens of monks, although Bro had several extremely high-quality magic weapons to protect him, he had been almost attacked several times. If he hadn't suddenly made a sneak attack in secret, before everyone could react, He had escaped for a long distance, and with his strength in the late stage of foundation building, he had been attacked by so many monks, and not even the dregs were left.

Looking at the crowd of monks following closely behind him, although Bro's tone was harsh, he had already lost his previous contempt and knew that this time he had stung a hornet's nest.

Among the monks chasing him, someone looked back hesitantly after hearing this. There were six people fighting deep in the palace, and not far from them, there was a piece of silver paper floating in the air. Apart from these six People kept getting closer to this silver page, but no one of the other twenty monks dared to step forward to snatch it.

The few monks who were a little moved by the eloquent words in their faces immediately felt the unparalleled magic spreading out from the six-man battle group. They all immediately gave up the idea of ​​taking advantage of the opportunity to rob them, and then shouted again With a cry, he chased after Bro.

Bro just felt more and more panicked in his heart. In the past, when encountering this kind of thing, the young master could solve everything with just a wave of his hand.

In the past few days, he has been like this

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Relying on a belt given by the young master, he had hidden his aura three times before sneaking into others' sides. Then he always found an opportunity to grab the treasure and leave.

These were all things he picked up casually when he was looking for medicinal herbs. Bro thought it was no big deal. The treasures here can only be obtained by those who have the ability.

Although he was chased by people the first three times, he managed to escape successfully with the help of the magic weapon given by the young master. Even when there were too few people chasing him, he killed one of the people chasing him, scaring the rest of the people so that they no longer dared to come forward.

The most he had ever annoyed was four people. He couldn't fight them, but he could escape directly with the help of the oilcloth covering the bamboo basket. The four people could only give up in the sound of curses.

After three visits, he actually grabbed a lot of medicinal herbs and two spiritual treasures that looked pretty good, and a low-level magic weapon.

When he passed by a palace today, he saw many monks gathering here from a distance. He knew that something must be happening here. Of course, Bro immediately slapped his belt and made his figure disappear from the air. Then He sneaked into this damaged hall.

Then he saw that the palace was divided into six teams under the leadership of six fake alchemy monks, and they were taking turns bombarding and casting spells on a wall in the palace. These six teams must have discussed it, and there was only one team at a time. They stepped forward to attack the wall. There were three formation mages among them.

Bro was curious and kept hiding nearby to check. He saw that they were either using the formation master to break the restriction, or they were using strong methods to attack the wall. However, the formation restriction on the wall was too powerful. Bro stayed here for nearly a day. In the daylight scene, the light on the wall slowly dimmed, and Bro was already helplessly sleepy.

At midnight, Bro, who was in a daze, heard a loud "bang", which frightened him so much that he almost emerged from the hidden state of the magic weapon. He hurriedly opened his eyes and looked, only to see the person in front of him. Two rays of silver light quickly flew out from the damaged part of the wall, eager to escape. They looked like two single pages of a book, but the silver light was flowing on them, and he couldn't see what was on them at all.

These two pieces of silver paper looked like something extraordinary at first glance. The six teams suddenly lost their calmness and no longer restrained each other. Instead, they all rushed towards the two pieces of silver paper, especially the six fake alchemy monks. , without warning and without hesitation, they killed each other.

The six people led the monks to form battle groups, and the fighting became more intense.

After the two pieces of silver paper flew out from the damaged part of the wall, they shuttled between spiritual powers, but even like this, no one succeeded for a while.