Cultivation of Immortals Starts from the Roots

Chapter 82 Hidden Fairy Valley

"boom!"

The nun ran fast and returned even faster.

As soon as the enchanting figure escaped into the bushes, she was kicked upside down by a suddenly extended kick.

In mid-air, the astonishment and astonishment on her face only had time to reveal most of it.

With a puff, half of his body plunged into the fat monk's belly.

And what followed immediately was a scorching bloody light that was scarlet!
"Cheezy~"

Xuelian Shenguang passed by from an extremely vicious and tricky angle.

In an instant, the two people who had merged into one body were refined into a scorched black mummy.

At the same time, another abnormal movement came, followed by a scream of "ah".

The ferocious and invincible desolate corpse suddenly exploded into a puddle of bones and flesh.

The scream made the hearts of all present tremble, and they hurriedly heard the sound and looked around.

I saw a black-robed monk wearing a bone mask, shaking the dirt on his robe with disgust.

"You, who are you?"

There was a hint of trembling and panic in the pink ugly man's voice, and his mind was completely blank.

"Bah!"

The black-robed monk obviously didn't intend to talk to him, his eyes froze, and he directly shot two blood refining lights.

Before the noodle man could react, his head exploded like a burst watermelon.

The blood splashed out, as if turning a corner, without leaking, all sprayed on the remaining mouse-eyed monk.

Caught off guard, hundreds of blood holes were pierced on his body, and his overwhelmed torso collapsed into countless pieces of flesh.

"It's finally quiet."

Yan Hui stared blankly at the person in front of him, and involuntarily stepped back.

But after only one step, the foot froze there.

"Fellow Daoist Yan, I haven't seen you in Fengmogu for several years, are you okay?"

Xue Leng said hello in a casual manner, without any intention of showing his true face.

Yan Hui contemplated for a while, but couldn't think of any memory about this person.

Covering his forehead with his hand as if wiping mud, he said softly:

"Thank you fellow daoist for saving your life."

He seemed unwilling to continue recalling the past, cupped his hands, bowed and saluted.

"Yan still has some spirit stones in his hand, so it's time to repay fellow Taoist for saving his life."

"Then how much do you have?" Xue Leng squinted his eyes and asked, "I want a lot."

After hearing the other party's report, Xue Leng raised his eyebrows and sneered:

"That's all? It's not enough!"

Yan Hui spread his hands helplessly, a slight embarrassment appeared on his stern face.

"Mr. Yan's trip was to go to the Nightless City to help her, and the few spirit stones she had on her were almost spent in Xianyuan City.

"How about I mortgage the spirit sword in my hand to a fellow daoist first, and exchange it when I have spirit stones in the future?"

Seeing Xue Leng's increasingly ugly expression, Yan Hui hurriedly followed up and explained.

"Although this sword is only a middle-grade spiritual weapon, it took me a lot of effort to refine it..."

"Okay, okay, I don't want your spirit sword, I wonder if the real treasure in Brother Yan's hand is still there?"

Xue Leng waved his hand impatiently, reached out and stroked the mask on his face, and asked meaningfully.

"This! Are you... Fellow Daoist Han?"

Hearing this, Yan Hui was taken aback for a moment, and then relaxed his heart a little.

Then, for some unknown reason, he stared at Xue Leng in astonishment, his eyes full of fear.

If he remembers correctly, this person surnamed Han seems to be a disciple of the Patriarch Baiku of Tianshi Valley.

They are from the same sect as the three evil cultivators just now!

"Hey, brother Yan really is a nobleman who forgets a lot, and only now remembers Han."

Xue Leng didn't care what the other party was thinking, and replied with a half-hearted smile, and there was some yin and yang in his words.

"I have the guts to ask the last question, a talisman such as a real treasure can only be used by the direct blood of the person who made the talisman. I wonder why Brother Han is here?"

Yan Hui didn't feel the killing intent, so he couldn't help secretly heaving a sigh of relief, and asked curiously.

"Yes or no?" Xue Leng urged without any nonsense.

"Yes, but this true treasure talisman is my ultimate trump card, and it must never be handed over, especially in this barren mountain."

After hesitating for a few breaths, Yan Hui seemed to be struggling, and then looked at the stumped limbs and arms all over the floor, and then looked away guiltily, not daring to look at Xue Leng again.

"Neither this, nor that! Could it be that people in the Purple Realm Valley treat their saviors like this? Han has learned a lot today!"

Xue Leng said unforgivingly, but in his heart he already got the answer he wanted.

After making a gesture of sarcasm, he sighed faintly.

"Hey, these three scum, disregarding the prohibition of the true spirit, and attacking brother Yan privately, can be regarded as more than worthy of death."

Seeing that Xue Leng's attitude eased a little, Yan Hui's mind suddenly became active.

"Brother Han, you and I are both working for the True Spirit Sect. If you trust Zijingu, this matter will be shelved for the time being. Yan will return this favor sooner or later."

Hearing the word Zijingu, Xue Leng rolled his eyes, and asked intentionally or unintentionally:
"Could it be that Fellow Daoist Yan can't travel alone? Or are the children of the clan being harmed by the three corpses of the Northland?"

After being puzzled for a while, Yan Hui explained very frankly without thinking too much:

"Uh, that's right, I always like to act alone, and the younger generations of the clan stay in Xianyuan City."

"Oh, by the way, senior brother Gong Yushu of the Shangzong is currently stopping in Xianyuan City, preparing to gather all the forces around him to go to the North Sea to eliminate demons."

After finishing speaking, he stared closely at Xue Leng's eyes, as if he wanted to see the other party's mind clearly through the mask.

Unfortunately, he couldn't see anything.

After a moment of silence, Xue Leng's indifferent voice sounded again.

"Brother Yan is happy. He ran out by himself and handed over the disciples of the clan to an outsider."

Sensing the teasing in Xue Leng's words, Yan twisted her arms and explained with a wry smile:
"Fellow Daoist misunderstood, this time I am going out of the valley, in addition to going to the North Pole that never sleeps, I also have to go to the Hidden Immortal Valley first, to auction off the spirit mine in my hand, and exchange for some magic swords for my nephews."

"If there is any remaining, I can just make up for the spirit stones owed to you."

"Hidden Immortal Valley..." Xue Leng murmured, suddenly his heart moved, and he asked with great interest:
"At this Hidden Immortal Valley auction, is there any senior Jiedan?"

"That's not true, most of the people who participated in this meeting were those of the same generation who established the foundation, and there were even a few casual qi practitioners.

However, the senior Yinmu guarding this valley is a genuine mid-stage alchemy cultivator.

With his old man in charge, no one would dare to make trouble in the valley, brother Han can rest assured. "

After thinking about it, Yan seemed to understand Xue Leng's worries, and immediately patted her chest to assure her.

Falling into the night is just another form of awakening for the world of cultivating immortals.

But for the small valley of Hidden Immortal Valley, it was like death.

In the biting cold wind, except for the sound of dead leaves hanging and scraping the ground, there was nothing, no people, no light.

However, in the hellish and desolate valley, two figures were rushing through the foggy mountains and forests, like two black ghost cats.

Sneaking all the way, silently.

Finally, he stopped in front of a cemetery in a wild rocky area.

"Brother Yan, the Hidden Immortal Valley you mentioned is really here?"

Xue Leng, who appeared behind him, looked around for a while, and asked with a sullen expression.

"Well, according to the information provided by Senior Brother Gong, it's true here, it's just..."

Speaking of this, Yan Hui also frowned slightly, as if he was quite puzzled by the cemetery in front of him.

The two of them looked at each other head-on, and suddenly, two streaks of light, one blue and one red, flew rapidly from the edge of the sky.

The speed was very fast, and in the blink of an eye, Xue Leng and Yan Hui had already arrived.

The light faded away, revealing a man and a woman, two monks in the Foundation Establishment Realm.

The man looked like he was in his thirties, and he was in the middle stage of foundation establishment. He was wearing a blue brocade robe. Although his face was a little ordinary, it showed a kind of honesty and boldness.

When you smile, you feel like a spring breeze.

And the most extraordinary thing about this person is his pair of exceptionally deep black eyes.

Like the black mist at the bottom of the Nine Abyss, it is filled with a dark glow, and it is not a simple character at first glance.

The female companion standing beside her was at the early stage of foundation establishment. This woman was dressed in a light pink tulle dress, with exquisite facial features, willow eyebrows and phoenix eyes, giving people a sense of elegance and beauty.

It seems that the two should be a couple.

When Xue Leng looked at each other carefully, the two were also looking at them.

His eyes swept across Xue Leng with a little fear, and fell directly on Yan Hui.

Especially when they saw the dark gold sword box behind Yan Hui, both of them showed surprise in their eyes.

"cough...cough"

Being looked at by others was a little creepy, Yan Hui coughed in a little embarrassment.

"May I ask what are the names of the two fellow Taoists?"

Not to mention, Yan Hui's cough immediately broke the atmosphere of silence.

The man in blue gave a slightly apologetic smile on his face, bowed and said:
"Duan Chong, this is my junior sister, the two of you...?"

Xue Leng was unmoved, Yan Hui hurriedly stepped forward, bowed his hands and saluted:
"Oh, so it's Fellow Daoist Duan, sorry, sorry."

"My surname is Yan, and I have one single name. The person next to me is my senior brother, Han Ming."

Duan Chong smiled and nodded towards Xue Leng, then looked helplessly at the girl in the pink skirt beside him:
"I'll say it's early. Calculate the time, at least half an hour before the formation will open."

The girl in the pink skirt didn't listen, she directly took Duan Chong's left hand and said coquettishly:
"Brother, don't you have a sound transmission talisman from the Hidden Immortal Valley?"

Rubbing his junior sister's hair pamperingly, Duan Chong didn't say much, and immediately took out a yellow sound transmission talisman from the storage bag.

After igniting, he shook his hand towards the grave in front of him. As soon as the sound transmission talisman touched the grave, it sank into it with a "swish" sound and disappeared.

"I see."

Seeing the two people behind this scene, they suddenly became enlightened and secretly rejoiced.

Just as the two sighed, the scene in front of them twisted illusoryly, and a huge hole opened above the grave.

Suddenly, two thin Taoist priests in black robes, one old and one young, flew out of the cave.

Xue Leng felt a little surprised, because these two people are both foundation-building monks.

Moreover, the old man flying in front is still at the middle stage of Foundation Establishment.

The two gatekeepers in the area have such profound cultivation bases, and the background of the Yinxian Valley is much stronger than he imagined.

Not only did Xue Leng think so, but even the three of them who were walking together looked at each other with surprise in their eyes.

"How many are here to participate in the auction?"

The one in the lead, a slightly older white-haired old man, is the monk in the middle stage of foundation establishment.

Nodding slightly to Xue Leng and the others, it was regarded as a greeting, and the old god asked a question.

The old man's defiant demeanor, in the eyes of everyone, is naturally very uncomfortable.

But a group of people did not show their interest, after all, there is still an ancestor in the middle stage of alchemy here.

"Yes, we are here to participate in the auction." Duan Chonglue clasped his fists and answered for Xue Leng and the others.

"Ah."

With a perfunctory snort, the old man ordered the young Taoist behind him.

"If you send them in, the array of one hundred low-grade spirit stones per person will wear out, so put them away first."

"Yes!"

The young Taoist immediately bowed and responded with an unusually respectful appearance.

Immediately, he smiled politely at the crowd, and after accepting the spirit stone, he took the first step and walked in through the cracked hole.

Not long after Xue Leng and the others entered, two streaks of light, one blue and one purple, flew from the sky.

When it landed in front of the white-haired old man guarding the gate, there appeared a handsome man wearing a blue python robe with an extremely bewitching appearance, and a seductive woman with a purple snake tattooed on her chest.

Also after paying two hundred spirit stones, the man hugged the enchanting woman with an evil smile and walked into the grave.

After Xue Leng and the others entered the cave with the young Taoist, their eyes suddenly lit up, and their moods were also relaxed at this moment.

I thought that under this barren tomb, there would be a dark place similar to an underground palace.

But the scene in front of him was far beyond everyone's expectations.

This place is actually an endless open space.

The blue sky, floating white clouds, vast plains, green grasslands, gurgling streams, and a pleasant scene of singing birds and fragrant flowers.

Even not far away, there is a rather huge towering building, presumably that is where the auction will be held.

Xue Leng was not only surprised by such a paradise-like spectacle, even Duan Chong, who was suspected to have been here before, was also shocked.

As if he had expected that everyone would behave in such an unbearable manner, the young Taoist smiled triumphantly:
"The building in the valley has been renovated recently, fellow Taoists, don't be surprised."

"Remember, don't run around, or you will accidentally touch Yanaka's restriction, and I won't be able to protect you."

The young Taoist paced forward, Xue Leng and the others followed closely.

Soon came to the huge building, on both sides of the gate there were a few beautiful women dressed in palace attire, seeing the young Taoist leading the people to come, she blessed her body slightly to salute everyone.

The young Taoist nodded, then turned to Xue Leng and the others:
"Do you want to be together, or separate?"

(End of this chapter)