Time Traveling: The Ultimate Cultivation of Immortals

"Really, don't worry, you are like an invisible person now. The formation not only isolates the fluctuation of spiritual power on your body, but also isolates people. Now even if someone passes in front of you, they will not be able to see you."

Lan Chuya suddenly felt a surge of excitement, the kind of dark feeling that you are about to do something bad, but no one knows that you did it, "Life and death are at stake, don't lie to me, or we will finish playing together. "

"Even if I make fun of your little life, I won't make fun of my own little life. Don't worry."

Lan Chuya squeezed his fist, gritted his teeth and said, "Just wait for me."

"Hey hey, go find the panacea quickly, and see if there are any other good things by the way, and take them together when the time comes, so as not to make a lot of trips."

Lan Chuya's eyes showed a bright light, and under the bright light was a chill, "I know."

Borrowing the darkness, Lan Chuya stooped towards Lan Chengxiao's yard sneakily, with a strange sense of excitement in his heart, stealing something, this was the first time in his life.

Walking near the lotus pond, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

why no one?

In the huge Blue Mansion, there are at least five or six hundred people including the owner and the Zongshi. Now that he has passed through most of the mansion, not only has he not met anyone, he can't even feel a trace of popularity, which is really weird.

Lan Chuya found a hidden place to pause, closed his eyes, and spread out his consciousness.

He is still at the first level of Qi Condensation, and the scope of his spiritual consciousness is not large, only within a radius of [-] meters, but it is enough for the current situation.

After observing for a long time, he found that there was really no one.

"Where did the people go? They all died within two days?"

Wuwei Wanwei said, "The possibility of death is not very high. It is estimated that some major change happened in the past two days." Urging, "No one is right, Chuya, hurry up and go to the pill pavilion to get something."

"it is good."

Lan Chuya concentrated all his consciousness on the way to the Pill Pavilion ahead. Fortunately, there was no one there until the Pill Pavilion.

Lan Chuya looked left and right, and after confirming that no one was there, he immediately pushed the door open, and then closed it immediately, feeling a little joy in his heart, it's so wise to steal things tonight, God help me!

The layout of the pill pavilion has not changed, it is still the same as what Lan Chuya saw a few days ago, the only difference is that there is no one inside.

Following the scent of the medicine, Lan Chuya took the low-grade marrow elixir he had coveted for a long time without hesitation, and then continued to look for good things. There were many bottles and jars on the wooden shelf, but they were of little use to him.

After looking for two wooden shelves in a row, I didn't find anything good.

In fact, there were a lot of spirit grass and spirit wood on the wooden shelf, but they were all low-grade, and it was useless to bring them. Moreover, the current situation did not allow him to take them, and there was no place to put them.

Suddenly, Lan Chuya's eyes caught a brown-red exquisitely carved wooden box, "There are good things."

He quickened his pace and walked towards the box, took the box in his hand and looked at it, the box was made of Huangling wood, the size of a palm, "With such a precious box, the things inside must be extraordinary."

Without even looking at it, Lan Chuya put the box directly into his clothes, and quickly began to search in the room again. Now is not the time to look, he needs to find the Yiling Pill immediately, otherwise he won't be able to get it when he comes back.

At this moment, his chest is more bulging, like a pregnant woman who is seven months pregnant, "Don't you still have two Yiling Pills? Why aren't there any in the Pill Pavilion?"

Wuwei suggested, "Why don't you go to the room of your vicious father?"

Lan Chuya's eyes lit up, "Good idea, no one is here anyway."

Lan Chengxiao's room was on the second floor of the attic. There was a formation around Lan Chuya's body, and no one could see it. He quickly went upstairs and entered the room. The door seemed to open and close automatically.