mortal mortal cultivator

Chapter 240
On the holy mountain of Tianxing City, a dazzling escaping light whizzed over, and emitted a powerful spiritual pressure unique to monks in the Nascent Soul Stage, shaking the surrounding air to buzz.

The faces of the guards of the holy mountain changed drastically, thinking that it was some desperate old monster who was about to attack the holy mountain.

Until the escape light approached within hundreds of meters of the holy mountain, the powerful spiritual pressure instantly subsided, and the escape speed suddenly slowed down, a familiar aura fluctuation appeared in the consciousness of all the guards.

The leader of the guards on duty today, a middle-aged monk with a sallow complexion, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, resisting the urge to wipe the cold sweat off his head, and said to the others:
"Let's spread out, Elder Yun is back."

Numerous light or dark sentry posts spread out again, and the escape light drove straight in, flying all the way to a white jade hall on the seventy-ninth floor of the holy mountain.

The space in the hall is not small, and there are no redundant furnishings, it looks extremely empty.

Compared to the size of this hall, the people inside are pitifully small.There were only a dozen or so alchemy cultivators lined up around them, and they didn't know what they were busy with.

As the light dissipated, the chunky old man walked in with a gloomy face.Numerous alchemy cultivators bowed and saluted one after another, for fear of neglecting the Nascent Soul Elder.

However, the short and fat old man didn't even have the mood to look at them more, and went straight to the deepest part of the hall.

Compared with other places, it looked more empty, there were only three futons that looked ordinary, placed side by side.

At this time, two people were sitting on two of the futons, one was sitting on the left side, he looked younger, probably in his forties, although he was not handsome, he was very upright, with a gleam between his brows. With a meticulous and serious temperament.

The other person is sitting in the middle. At first glance, it is difficult to judge his exact age. It can be said that he is in his twenties or in his forties. It seems that he is in his sixties. possible.

The whole person seemed to be nothing, and after staring at him for a long time, there was a feeling of confusion, as if a layer of dreamlike tulle was automatically cast around him.

When the short and fat old man saw the two of them, the arrogance on his face suddenly disappeared, and his pace slowed down a lot.

"It turns out that Junior Brother Yun is here. Why is there such a rush today? Is something wrong?" The middle-aged man who looked upright opened his eyes and said with a smile.

"Senior Brother Yu, Senior Brother Xun..." The short and fat old man first saluted the two, and then said with a serious face: "Someone slaughtered the elders of Xinggong on Huanyue Island, and all fourteen elders of Jiedan were buried in his hands. I'm afraid the junior brother alone won't be able to catch him, so I'm here to invite the two senior brothers to go with me."

"What!" The middle-aged monk's face changed drastically, and he stood up abruptly.

That's a total of fourteen alchemy monks!

Putting it in some big sects of cultivating immortals, this almost wiped out all the high-level people in one go!

Even for a giant like Xinggong, the fourteen alchemy cultivators are a powerful force, but now they are gone!

"Which old guy did it? Does he not want to live?" The middle-aged monk asked solemnly.

The chunky monk was silent for a while, then cupped his hands helplessly and said, "Brother, the person who did it was not a Nascent Soul Stage monk, but a Core Formation Stage monk."

The middle-aged monk was startled suddenly, as if he was meeting him for the first time, he blinked his eyes in disbelief.

"Junior Brother Yun, what do you mean, a monk at the alchemy stage killed all fourteen alchemy elders in our star palace, and he is still alive and kicking, so even you are not sure that you can take him down?"

The face of the middle-aged monk was extremely ugly. If this incident is true, then their Xinggong will lose face!

"Brother, to tell you the truth, that person has a strange formation in his hands, and he can use it in the air alone without going through the mountains and rivers. With that formation, that person is enough to rival the monks in the early stage of Nascent Soul."

The chunky monk closed his eyes and shook his head, hiding the look of greed in his eyes.

"Those fourteen alchemy juniors died unjustly."

The middle-aged monk pondered for a long time with a sullen face, then turned to look at the monk who had been meditating and practicing Qi.

Different from the two of them, this person's whole body's aura was concealed, motionless like a puppet made of mud, and upon closer inspection, he looked almost like a dummy.

However, no matter whether it was the short and fat old man or the middle-aged monk, there was obvious awe in the eyes looking at this person.

In the eyes of the two, this person's eyes slowly opened, and the spiritual energy in his whole body rushed through the meridians, revealing the powerful cultivation base of the Nascent Soul in the middle stage.

"Junior Brother Yun..." He spoke slowly, with a clear voice, as if he was really young.

"Can you tell me first, why did those fourteen alchemy cultivators go to places like Huanyue Island? And how did they have a grudge with that person?"

He raised his head, his not-so-sharp eyes seemed to have directly seen through the deepest secrets of the short and fat old man's heart.

The short and fat old man was stunned for a moment, the excuse he had thought up was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a word.

"It seems that you can't say it." The man closed his eyes and sighed softly.

"Let's stop here."

"Senior Brother Yu!" The dumpy old man's eyes widened in disbelief.

"That's a total of fourteen Jiedan elders, can't we just pretend to be deaf and dumb like this?"

The man closed his eyes and said nothing.

The middle-aged monk looked at him, then at the short and fat old man, and after a moment of silence, he sat back on the futon helplessly.

"Junior Brother Yun, just listen to Brother Yu."

The short and fat old man's face became extremely ugly, red and white alternated back and forth, and finally he snorted coldly, turned around and left.

Seeing his leaving back, the middle-aged monk sighed helplessly.

"Brother Yu, do we really not care about this matter?"

"Heaven's evil is still forgiven. Self-inflicted evil cannot live." The man closed his eyes and shook his head imperceptibly.

"If we don't take action, we are already helping him. As long as things don't get into trouble, there is always room for turning around. I hope he can understand what I mean and don't do anything unnecessary, otherwise..."

The man sighed slightly and fell silent.

The middle-aged monk gritted his teeth, and asked a little reluctantly, "Should we ask the two adults again?"

"Junior brother, you are confused."

The man opened his eyes and gave him a bitter look.

"That one is still on Magic Moon Island, what attitude can the two adults have?"

"This..." The middle-aged monk suddenly fell silent.

"Junior Brother Yun doesn't know about it yet, should we remind him again?"

"Don't mess around!" the man said without hesitation.

"Since that person came forward, things are no longer under our control. The more we do, the more mistakes we make. Just wait and see."

The middle-aged monk heard the words and let out a long sigh, with a look of indignation and helplessness.

"I hope Junior Brother Yun won't do unnecessary things."

The man closed his eyes again and shook his head calmly.

"If something really happened... then it's his bad luck."

(End of this chapter)