Beginning to practice immortality as a refugee

Chapter 242 Entry
Because it was too dense, many migratory locusts had no place to stay, so they could only form a swarm and fly in circles around the magic circle.

It is like a yellow whirlwind that is constantly circling, or like a group of bloodthirsty sharks hunting in the sea, waiting for the moment when their prey reveals a fatal flaw.

boom!
Soon a big hole was gnawed out of the magic circle.

"Om..."

These migratory locusts immediately became excited, like yellow sand leaking to the ground, and countless migratory locusts crawled in along the entrance of the cave.

Even in some parts of the array, the locusts left and flew towards the holes, re-exposing the original transparent mask part.

"what……"

Countless screams instantly came from inside the mask,
Standing on the treasure in the sky, Lu Ye and others could only see through the part of the light mask that reproduced the transparent color that hundreds of casual cultivators who were originally lined up inside were swarmed by a swarm of locusts.

Like the wind blowing the waves of wheat, they screamed and fell one after another.

He noticed one person, the female cultivator from Chunfeng Tower who was smoking a cigarette.

The other party's charming face no longer smiled, and became extremely frightened. He kept shaking the smoke stick, and clouds of mist sprayed out, covering his whole body.

It seems that this trip to the secret realm is even more chaotic.

"The master can judge the degree of danger in the secret realm based on this."

After the swarm of migratory locusts passed, some strange monsters flew out of the secret realm, but no one was as large as the migratory locusts.

The seven masters gathered together to discuss for a while and then returned to their teams.

He also ordered his disciples to go out to fight and intercept and kill the scattered fleeing locust swarms.

The other heads also lowered their treasures from the sky and cast spells.

Lu Ye heard Wang Hu sigh next to him.

Hundreds of locusts swooped at her, and she fell down on the spot.

Qian Jinjin took a handful of candles from Mo Ruyan and handed them out to everyone in turn.

The soul-sensing candle that Lu Ye got was heavy. He didn't know what material it was made of. It seemed to be mixed with other materials and turned green all over.

"Masters, let me tell you a few words about how old this old idiot is, and then let's do our part!"

"If we let these locust swarms continue to torment, I'm afraid our city will be eaten up by them."

He descended from the sky first, spitting out ghost fire, and sprayed and killed most of the locusts outside the light mask that had not yet squeezed into the city.

Lu Ye stuck his head out and took a look, then withdrew his gaze. It was really tragic.

The remaining people all had panic expressions on their faces, and their bodies were covered in large amounts of blood, some from their own and some from others.

"Everyone insert this candle into this incense burner one by one."

After everyone lit the incense, they discovered that the flames on the soul-sensing candle were actually different lengths.

She took out a magic weapon, and when it hit the ground, it turned into a tray with a radius of several feet.

Now everyone is on the ground looking up and waiting.

"However, this soul-sensing candle can also temporarily sense the aura of everyone's souls. Within half a month, the candle will be extinguished if a person dies, and the candle will burn if a person lives."

About half of the team of nearly three hundred people were killed or injured, and they were disabled before entering the secret realm.

The surrounding disciples sprayed a mouthful of essence and blood onto the candle wick, and then ignited it with magic power.

"Junior brothers and sisters, please spray the essence and blood on the wick of this soul-sensing candle, and then light it with your own magic power!"

"Because everyone has failed to cultivate their spiritual consciousness, they can't make their own lanterns."

Only with the exceptional cooperation of the Seven Demon Sects and the casual cultivators in Fangshi, these swarms of migratory locusts that jumped out of the secret realm were wiped out.

Lu Ye noticed that anger flashed in the eyes of many casual cultivators, and they had obviously thought of this possibility.

The old man with ten thousand bones in the sky coughed and said loudly.

In just a few breaths, the fog dissipated, leaving only a white skeleton on the spot. All the flesh and blood had been chewed away, turning it into a real pink skeleton.

This tossing lasted for more than half an hour.

After an hour, no living thing came out of it.

It's just that these fogs can charm the hearts of the dissolute monks, but they can't charm the locusts.

He did the same.

For example, if the red soil of Shu has only the second level of cultivation, the flame will be like a soybean, small and dim.

At this time, in Fang City, where the casual cultivators had gathered just now, there were already corpses everywhere.

This tragic scene happens everywhere among the casual cultivators.

He muttered in his mind.

If Lu Ye's cultivation has reached the fifth level of Qi training, the flames will jump up to an inch and become extremely bright.

He was easily wiped out by the seven masters.

It's hard to say that they have this kind of mentality. It's not sure that they want the casual cultivators to go in and work hard, but seeing that there are so many people, they think it's better to weaken them first.

Could it be that these seven masters had a tacit understanding and were deliberately slow to let the casual cultivators in the market die first?

He peeked at the fire candle lit by Qian Jinjin. It was a bit taller than him. He was indeed a being who could enter the later stage of Qi training at any time.

It seems that this soul-sensing candle can also reflect personal strength.

The disciples stepped forward one by one and placed the incense candles on the tray. Immediately, the tray was densely packed with hundreds of burning candles.

The strong wind blew, but the incense candles were not affected, and the flames burned steadily.

Looking at other sects, they all behave the same way.

Even on the casual cultivator side, some disciples went over to distribute incense and candles, and finally a densely packed tray of candles was lit.

Although nearly half of them died, there were still one hundred, fifty or sixty people left behind. In terms of number of people alone, they were still the largest.

Lu Ye took the opportunity to take a few more glances, and based on the high-level judgment of the lit soul-sensing candle, he found that each sect had sent experts like Qian Jinjin who could break through upon entry to take charge.

There is one person each from Ten Thousand Bones Forest and Yinhun Sect, and among the four western families, there are three from Baixiumen, and there are two from other families.

Even among the casual cultivators, there are actually two fire candles whose flames are higher than his. It seems that there are really hidden dragons and crouching tigers among these casual cultivators.

There is no guarantee that he is an expert from Gujianzhuang and Baihemen.

Lu Yimei made a mental calculation. According to normal calculations, Xuanmo Sect would be difficult to win because of the large number of enemies and many top experts.

Fortunately, there is a bug like my own that disrupts the situation, so I can only go on a killing spree.

The harder he kills, the safer Wang Hu and Zhang Cunyi will be based on probability.

The heads of the seven families looked at each other to make sure that their disciples were ready, and then ordered their disciples to board the treasure.

The casual cultivators also relied on the jade tokens in their hands to board the treasures of the seven sects separately, and together they slowly ascended to the sky with the treasures.

After some tossing, the giant sun in the sky has reached mid-air.

Fortunately, the entrance to the secret realm of the Black Cave is open to all directions except up and down, left and right. It does not affect the seven disciples entering at the same time, and there is no need to distinguish the order. Anyway, the rules of time and space suppress interference, and it is not first come, first served.

Mo Ruyan turned around and warned his disciples.

"Remember, when the earth dragon inside turns over, as long as such a passage appears in the surrounding area, it will be the day of retreat."

"Don't be greedy for treasures, be sure to come back in time!"

She waved her hand.

"Enter the country!"

Without hesitation, Qian Jinjin jumped down from the treasure vessel first and disappeared at the entrance.

The rest of the disciples filed in, and it was Lu Ye's turn. He, Wang Hu, Zhang Cunyi, and Shu Chi Tu Tao Shengzhenzhen.

The four of them jumped down together and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

soon.

The crowd on the Moru fireworks basket all entered the secret realm.

She lowered the flower basket from the sky, turned her cold face to the sky, and squinted her eyes, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Master Mo..." a voice came from the side, but it was the old man with a bald head and a smiling face. "All the masters have sent their disciples to the secret realm."

"How about we sit back and wait?"

Mo Ruyan lowered his head and smiled sweetly and said.

"it is good!"

Granny Sanhun also landed on the ground at this moment. She punched the skull in her hand and laughed.

"With this soul-sensing candle, although we cannot know what is happening in the secret realm, we can also understand the dangers inside."

"Why don't we just sit down with the heads of the four Western families?"

"It's also good to see how the disciples of each school perform."

In the sky.

The heads of the four Western families landed one after another.

The leader of the Blood Shadow Sect, the Blood River Shangren, looked like a middle-aged man with red eyebrows and laughed.

"Grandma Sanhun's suggestion is just right."

"Let's get together and watch it together!" All the leaders had no objections and immediately summoned the disciples from various sects in the city.

Dimifang City has become desolate at this moment, because most people have gone into the secret realm to explore, but some people have chosen to stay safe.

Immediately under the arrangement of the seven disciples stationed in Fang City, some casual cultivators cooperated.

Just outside Fang City, seven magic umbrellas were erected, facing the entrance of the Black Cave Secret Realm, arranged in a ring.

There is a fairy chair under the umbrella for the leader to sit in. There is a long table in front of the chair. On the table are trays for soul-sensing candles for disciples of various sects, as well as many spiritual foods and fruits.

In addition, there is a small coffee table placed in the middle of the seven-handled umbrella, and a tray is placed on it, but it is the soul-sensing candle of the unloved casual cultivators.

The leaders sat down casually, and the positions were arranged cleverly.

Any leader can see any changes at the entrance to the secret realm if he raises his head. If he glances left and right, he can judge the casualties of each sect's disciples based on the soul-sensing candles.

Mo Ruyan, Old Man with Ten Thousand Bones, Grandma Three Souls, Blood River Shangren, Taoist Master Chu Sheng, Shijie, and Dugu Niu, the seven masters, took their seats one after another.

Just like the fighting alliance in the secret realm, the three east families are adjacent to each other, with the coffee table holding the Soul Cultivation Candle in the middle, and then the four heads of the west family.

After the seven people sat down, all of them had friendly faces on their faces.

But in his heart, he longed for his disciples to kill everyone in the secret realm. It would be best to kill all the remaining six bastard disciples.

They all had foundation-building skills, so they all decided to meditate here for fifteen days, never moving, and watching how their disciples slaughtered everyone in the secret realm.

The seven people even prayed to the power of the void in their hearts.

Disciple XX sincerely prays to the great devil.

The enemy disciples entered a desperate situation and fed the monsters, and all of them died...

Our disciples have good luck, pick up treasures while walking, and look up to see joy...

After a while, all the seven sect leaders probably finished praying, and then they started drinking tea and chatting.

I don’t know how the Great Demon God should handle and coordinate the contradictions among the seven prayers he received, with similar contents but opposite cores.

But he said seven people, you praise my sect's disciples for their strong team, they are all elite at first glance; I praise you, your disciples have many masters and successors.

Even Mo Ru's cigarette holder seemed to be smeared with honey, praising Granny Sanhun for her eye-catching red lips and elegant hairstyle for a bald old man with ten thousand bones today.

The seven of them had a good chat.

puff!
But on the coffee table in the middle, there were many incense candles representing casual cultivators placed in trays, and suddenly several of them were extinguished.

Everyone stopped chatting and turned to look at each other.

The man on the Blood River sneered.

"These casual cultivators don't care about their cultivation level and just join in blindly."

"You deserve to die!"

He just finished speaking.

puff puff!

I saw two candles in front of him extinguished at the same time.

His red face immediately turned purple with anger.

It wasn't until the candles in front of other sect leaders began to flicker out sporadically, and some sects even extinguished four or five incense candles, that the people on the Blood River looked better.

The faces of the leaders tightened.

Everyone knows that the fighting has begun in the secret realm.

I don’t know which sect can have the last laugh?
The secret territory of the Black Cave.

"Quiet..." Hua Ming vomited blood and fell to the ground, "Why are you doing this to me?"

"I only love you...all the spiritual stones earned by the sect in the past nine years have been given to you..."

A bright flying sword was inserted into his body and penetrated from the back to the chest. It was obviously a sneak attack by a trustworthy person.

The female cultivator named Jingjing was dressed in tulle and had slim curves that seemed to cover her body, yet she was the number one among the three spiritual stones in Chunfeng Tower for one night.

"Bah!" Jingjing spat at Hua Ming, "You still have the nerve to say it!"

"I said at the beginning that I would be given enough resources for me to practice every day."

“It turns out that the money from Souchou can only give me one night’s accommodation per month.”

"It's true that you gave me the spiritual stone, and I paid for it with my body, right? Didn't you enjoy the feeling of ecstasy?"

She ignored Hua Ming who fell on the ground, but squatted down happily, carefully picked a fluorescent grass from the ground and put it into the treasure bag.

This hundred treasure bag was obtained by these casual cultivators who handed over the spirit stones before entering the secret realm.

"Look..." Jingjing seemed to be showing off, "This fluorescent grass is worth a hundred spiritual stones!"

"Isn't it more valuable than your dead life?"

She touched Hua Ming's body with a pair of slender jade hands, and took off his storage bag, but there were only a few bottles of pills inside.

Sure enough, as Hua Ming said, all his wealth fell on her.

Jingjing was not moved, but kicked Hua Ming angrily.

"Poor guy!"

She threw the storage bag down and put away the bottles of elixirs.

"Looking at the romantic relationship between you and me, I won't kill you myself."

"Just stay here and wait for death!"

Hua Ming immediately became excited after hearing this.

"No, Jingjing, you took away all the healing pills, how can I still live? Give me a break!"

This is the secret realm of the Black Cave, and there are monsters around. He can't heal his wounds if he stays here. He will only lose too much blood and be eaten by monsters until he dies. He might as well die now.

"Humph!"

Quietly twisting his waist, he turned around and left without looking back.

"You will not die well!" Hua Ming cursed angrily.

Jingjing twisted even more seductively, her slim waist swaying like a willow branch, and sneered.

"Didn't you say that the slave's waist is the murderer's knife?"

"Hwarang, do you still say that even if you die under a pomegranate skirt, you can become a ghost?"

"Why can't you look away so much? Ha..."

boom!
While she was joking, her head suddenly exploded, spurting out a lot of white and red stuff, and she fell heavily to the ground, with a smile on half of her face.

Brush brush.

Not far away, a man wearing a full-length cloak came quickly.

Squatting down, touching the corpse, and moving smoothly, it seems that he is an expert.

The other party even slapped the gourd on his waist, and a cloud of yellow smoke immediately flew out.

Jingjing's soul flew out from Jingjing's corpse, with a panicked look on his face as if he was begging for mercy, but was swept away by the yellow smoke and wrapped up with the body.

After a crackling sound.

The body and soul were chewed up completely, leaving not even a drop of blood on the ground. It was extremely clean and could be called a model of robbery.

"Ah..." Hua Ming exclaimed, "Thank you, brother, for avenging me..."

He felt happy and sad at the same time.

But he saw the man turn his face.

"Hiss..." Hua Ming took a breath of air.

But he saw that the other person was wearing a mask on his face, with two holes on the top showing his eyes, and six circles on the bottom, one group of two, and three groups in sequence.

At first glance, it looks like it has eight eyes on its face, and it seems that there is a sense of fear for no reason.

"Thank you, my benefactor..." He struggled to open his mouth.

But he saw the other party coming and threw him a few bottles of healing elixirs.

When he was about to say thank you, the other party snatched away the jade plaque hanging from his waist and walked away.

Hua Ming was left alone and messy in the wind.

The other party saved his life, why did he want to steal his jade medal?
Oops!

Without the jade token, how can you join up with your fellow disciples?
Moreover, the jade medal was taken away by the opponent. Should he commit suicide so as not to expose his position as a fellow disciple?

After thinking for a long time, he decided to stay alive first, sacrificing his life for the sect was not something he, a disciple of the Demon Sect, should do.

At the moment, I can only draw my sword and heal my wounds. I just hope that I will be lucky enough to meet the same sect, and never meet the devils from the West Fourth Gate.

Hua Ming saw the other party's figure gradually getting smaller and farther away, and shouted unwillingly.

"Can you please leave your name, my benefactor? I will thank you deeply in the future!"

If you lose a jade medal, you have to know whose hands it is, even if it is a pseudonym!
The word "Unclear" came from the distance.

"Liutong! My name is Liutong!"

(End of this chapter)