Mortal's Immortal Way of Longevity

Chapter 212 The Threat of Master Sanyang (23, please subscribe!)
Hearing Master Sanyang's angry words, the body of the monk covered in black robe trembled slightly, and a hoarse male voice came from under the black robe:
"Senior, please calm down. It's not that this junior doesn't want to show his face. It's that this junior's appearance is too ugly. If he shows it, he's afraid of dirtying everyone's eyes. Please forgive me, senior!"

"Senior said that the person he wanted to kill was a lowly maidservant, but this junior is a man. Presumably he is not the person senior is looking for!"

"Senior, if you still have doubts, after entering the first level in the palace, this junior is willing to show your face alone for senior to check!"

The voice of the man in the black robe was full of fear and helplessness, and his words were extremely respectful.

Such a crude excuse, it is not known how many people in the hall believed it.

Old Demon Sanyang just sneered a few times without any response.

The figure under the black robe sounded like a man, but who knew what gender it was?

It's not that a woman can't make a man's voice if she covers it up a bit. Such skills are not difficult to learn.

As for the so-called showing his face alone after entering the first level, Old Demon Sanyang scoffed at such words.

The teleportation array that enters the first level is a random teleportation, who knows if you can meet this person?

Therefore, regarding this person shrouded in black robe, Sanyang Laomo was very suspicious.

If it wasn't because he couldn't make a move here, he would immediately go up and kill the man in black.

Don't care about all the messy reasons he said.

It's just that the black-robed man's low-key posture is in stark contrast to another silent man in a green robe with a ghost mask on his face.

This person actually acted like he didn't care about Sanyang Laomo at all.

This made the old devil Sanyang feel angry, and at the same time he doubted the identity of the masked man even more.

Intrepid?

Or, it was expected that he would not dare to make a move here, so he completely ignored his words?

No matter what, Master Sanyang couldn't easily let this person go if he dared to smear him in front of everyone in the hall.

He guessed that this person could not be a Nascent Soul cultivator, he knew all the Nascent Soul cultivators in Luan Xinghai, and no one had the need to make such a cover-up.

Therefore, it must be the cultivation base of the alchemy period.

How dare a little alchemy cultivator make such a rebellious gesture?
Even Wen Tianren, who is dead, should be respectful in front of him when he is alive!
Master Sanyang cast his icy eyes on the man with the mask of evil spirit sitting on the pillar.

Since the man in black robe has made a gesture of pleading, let him go for now.

Anyway, he has already made up his mind, after teleporting in, he must find these two people and kill them all.

So now, let's see who dares to ignore him, who dares to be so arrogant!

Master Sanyang walked forward, staring coldly at the man wearing the mask of the evil spirit.

In the hall, the rest of the people looked at the scene in front of them with different expressions.

They all wanted to see who this cultivator who dared to offend Master Sanyang was.

Lay Qingyi and even Mrs. Wen all looked over.

The man in black looked at the man sitting on the pillar with worried eyes.

This person knew very well in his heart that if the masked person couldn't withstand the pressure of Master Sanyang and took off the mask, then he would no longer be able to hide it.

Once Master Sanyang completely locked his eyes on himself, after entering the Xutian Temple, he was doomed to die!
Thinking of this, the black-robed man couldn't help but sighed deeply, he never thought that Master Sanyang would chase after him to the Xutian Palace.

It didn't take long to offend this old devil, where did he get a picture of the sky so quickly?
Could it be that a monk was randomly bumped into on the road and killed and snatched it?
In the hall, under the attention of everyone, Master Sanyang said coldly: "Let me ask again, are you taking my words from my ancestor as a deaf ear?"

Sitting cross-legged on the pillar, the person wearing the devil's mask heard this and opened his eyes. The light from the eye sockets of the devil's mask made people feel chills after seeing it.

Facing Master Sanyang's aggressive questioning, he raised his eyelids and said lightly:

"roll!"

roll! ! !
A single word, full of momentum, reverberated in the hall, causing everyone's faces, which were originally prepared to watch a play, to become astonished.

This person actually told Master Sanyang to get lost?

Who is he?

What a guts!
For a moment, there seemed to be a stormy sea in the hearts of everyone in the hall.

No one can keep calm, even Mrs. Wen, who has always been indifferent and indifferent, has a trace of consternation on her face.

And Jushi Qingyi was full of disbelief, thinking to himself: "Is this person crazy? Think he didn't die fast enough?"

He thought to himself that even a Nascent Soul cultivator like himself would not dare to say that word in the face of Master Sanyang's questioning.

Everyone in the hall looked at the person wearing the ghost mask with eyes like looking at a dead person.

After Master Sanyang heard this word, his fists hidden in his sleeves were clenched tightly.

Blazing anger surged in his heart, wishing he could kill the person in front of him immediately!

"Okay! Very good! You'd better pray that you don't see me after you go in!" Master Sanyang laughed angrily, and said in an abnormally cold tone.

"The same words are also given to you!" Ye Changsheng said coldly.

Such a tit-for-tat confrontation, it seems that he is not afraid of Master Sanyang at all, so everyone in the hall looked at him in surprise.

Is this person full of confidence, or is a dead pig not afraid of boiling water?

Could it be that he was the one Master Sanyang wanted to kill, because he knew he was doomed, so he simply went all out?
"Humph!"

Master Sanyang snorted angrily, and said nothing more.

It's useless to talk too much, and I can't do anything here, it will only make my face more embarrassing.

After entering, kill this person again!

No, you can't simply kill him, you have to capture him alive and torture him for hundreds of years to vent your anger!

By the way, there is also the man in black robe, who will also be captured!
Master Sanyang thought so, turned around and flew up a pillar.

In his eyes, those two were already dead!

When he reached the pillar, before he could make any movements, a monk standing on the pillar immediately nodded and bowed, flattered him a few times, and quickly flew down, letting go of the pillar.

In the main hall, a conflict subsided.

But everyone knows that the good show is yet to come, and after forming such a bridge, after the teleportation, these two people will definitely fight to the death.

"However, if this masked person dares to be so tough, could it be that he is also a Nascent Soul cultivator?" Such a guess emerged in Qingyi's mind.

However, they couldn't match the person in front of him with any Nascent Soul cultivator in Chaos Xinghai.

Luan Xinghai dared to be so arrogant to Master Sanyang, there are many people, definitely not many.

But those people either couldn't get in, or they didn't match up at all.

"Could it be the transformed monsters from the alien sea?" Such a thought suddenly popped up in Qingyi's mind.

But immediately, he denied this idea, the transformed monsters could not enter the Inner Star Sea, let alone the Void Heaven Palace.

This gentleman racked his brains, but he couldn't figure out Ye Changsheng's identity, so he had to give up!

Because of the appearance of Master Sanyang, the atmosphere here became icy cold.

Those monks no longer dared to chat casually, and all of them closed their eyes and rested their minds, looking like they were wandering away.

The hall became quiet.

And the several alchemy cultivators who were originally sitting on a pillar next to Ye Changsheng, after witnessing the scene just now, seemed to be afraid of offending Sanyang Old Demon, and jumped down silently.

He would rather sit cross-legged on the ground than sit next to Ye Changsheng.

As a result, the pillar beside Ye Changsheng became empty.

The black-robed man who was standing on the ground looked left and right, then suddenly flew towards the pillar and stood on it.

On the other side, Master Sanyang's eyes became more indifferent when he saw this scene.

"Fellow Daoist, that Sanyang old devil has already made up his mind to kill the two of us, do you have any way to fight him?"

Ye Changsheng heard such a sound transmission when the man in black came over.

"Fellow Daoist, let's cooperate. Only in this way can we have a glimmer of hope, otherwise we will definitely be killed by that old devil after entering!" the black-robed man continued, still with that hoarse male voice.

"Before cooperating, don't you think you should reveal your identity first?" Ye Changsheng responded.

Speaking of which, he was really curious about this man in black.

According to Master Sanyang, this person should be a woman, and she ran to Xutian Palace, and was chased and killed by Master Sanyang.

This made him wonder if this person took the script that should belong to Yuan Yao?
"Didn't Fellow Daoist tell me your identity? Besides, what is identity, is it that important?" The man in black continued to respond, standing up as if this person was very unwilling to reveal his true identity.

After hearing this, Ye Changsheng sneered and stopped talking to this person.

His interest in this person is limited to his experience and identity, as for cooperation, there is no need at all.

Since the other party doesn't want to reveal their identity, forget it!
Seeing his posture, the man in black also fell silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

Time continued to pass day by day, and after a few more days, the number of immortal cultivators who came here gradually decreased.

Sometimes, no one even comes in all morning.

Until another afternoon, suddenly, footsteps sounded again at the entrance of the hall.

After the blue light flickered a few times, two people walked in one after the other from the outside.

One is an old Taoist with white hair and childlike face and ruddy face, and the other is a black and thin old man dressed as an old farmer with a bitter face.

As soon as they saw these two people, there was another commotion in the hall, and most people looked at these two people in awe.

Undoubtedly, they are all Nascent Soul cultivators.

Seeing these two people appearing, Layman Qingyi had a look of unkindness in his eyes.

Master Sanyang and Mrs. Wen's expressions were calm, and there was no change.

"Friend Tianwuzi, you righteous people are still here. I thought the news that you had the Xutian Remnant Map in your hands was fake!" said the Qingyi layman dressed as a Confucian scholar with a smile.

"Hmph, Qing Yi, I didn't expect Ji Yin to be dead, you still dare to come, you demons."

The orthodox Nascent Soul cultivator known as Tianwuzi was about to say a few harsh words when he saw Scholar Qingyi.

As a result, he noticed Master Sanyang sitting on a pillar at a glance, his complexion changed drastically, and he choked back his harsh words abruptly.

"Why did this old devil come here?"

There was a look of shock and fear in Tian Wuzi's eyes, he turned his head and looked at the old man dressed as an old farmer, and both saw the shock in the other's eyes.

"Hehe, Tian Wuzi, do you still want to eliminate demons and defend the Tao when you get here? Are you not afraid of being transformed in this Xutian Palace?" Qingyi layman said with a smile.

Master Sanyang, who was sitting on the pillar with his eyes closed, looked at Tian Wuzi and the old farmer with cold eyes when he heard this.

Although he doesn't get involved in the affairs of righteousness and demons, if someone wants to yell about eliminating demons and defending the way in front of him, then he will not be polite.

"Qing Yi, who do you want to convert? How about I also convert?"

Before the old Taoist could speak, another deep voice came from outside the hall.

Upon hearing this voice, Qingyi layman's expression changed drastically, but the middle-aged beautiful woman who had been silent all this time suddenly raised her head, stared at the entrance and said coldly:
"Wan Tianming, you're here too!"

The middle-aged beautiful woman looked at a middle-aged man in purple robe and jade belt who came out of the entrance with an unkind expression.

He looked like he wanted to trouble this person.

"Mrs. Wen is here, what's so strange about Wan being here?"

This man had a square face with thick eyebrows and two rows of gleaming white teeth. He casually glanced at Mrs. Wen, and then looked at Lay Qingyi, giving off a powerful feeling.

Layman Qingyi was stared at so unceremoniously by the other party, but he didn't say a word, his face was extremely gloomy.

Obviously, dare not offend this person!
In the hall, there were faint voices of discussion. It seemed that the middle-aged man had a great reputation.

"I didn't expect Wan Tianming, the master of Wanfamen, to come. He is also a monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul. Maybe we can use this person's power to resist Sanyang old devil!" Ye Changsheng's ear suddenly heard the black robe human voice.

"Do you think Wan Tianming will stand up for you?" Ye Changsheng asked bluntly, he was becoming more and more curious about the identity of this man in black.

Faced with such a dangerous situation, this person can still remain calm and calmly search for a way out, which is quite impressive.

If ordinary monks were chased up by the Sanyang old devil like this, they would have collapsed from fright.

"I know that there is a secret treasure in the inner hall of the Xutian Temple that can tempt the Yuanying cultivator, but I don't know if it can persuade Wan Tianming!"

"But I'm even more worried that Wan Tianming will directly kill me to search for the soul. After all, with my cultivation, I really don't have much confidence in negotiating with these real Nascent Souls!" the man in black sighed.

"You do have self-knowledge!" Ye Changsheng said bluntly.

Although Wan Tianming is a cultivator of the Righteous Way, the Righteous Way never means being a good person.

Wan Tianming is not a good person, this person wants to conspire with Wan Tianming, it is undoubtedly seeking skin from a tiger!

(End of this chapter)