Beginning to practice immortality as a refugee

Chapter 446 Trapping people
So the matter was settled.

The few people greeted each other again and saluted each other, all very happy.

When the sun was about to rise high in the sky at noon, several people held bamboo joints and waited quietly.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of fighting coming from the distant mountains.

"Mo Sanren, how dare you sneak attack and betray the alliance! We agreed to join forces to find that Thunder God Lan He, kill people and steal treasures! You actually pointed the sword at your own people! Don't forget, you are the elder of my Lingyun Sect Jinsha Branch!"

"Aren't you afraid of revenge from my master Lingyun?"

“Bah! Hand over the Lingyun Sword, and you’ll be spared! If I can’t capture Lan He, it’s the same if I rob you. With your resources, I’ll be more confident in reaching the Nascent Soul stage. And with the Lingyun Sword in hand, I won’t be afraid of even your master!”

Lu Ye was curious and asked the people around him not to make any noise. He used an invisibility talisman and flew into the air to watch.

Lu Ye rose to a high altitude to look.

I saw Shang Tianti and Mo Ruyan fighting each other.

At this moment, the two of them no longer had any reservations, as they knew that the secret realm would be closed soon.

Both of them had been injured during Yun Yansou's pursuit, and Shang Tianti looked like he was about to die after using the Lingyun Sword.

Now it seems that he can still jump around and wield the sword, which shows that his acting skills are superb. He is worthy of being the clever disciple taught by the escaped master.

Demonic clouds were swirling around Mo Ruyan. With her Golden Core Great Perfection cultivation, her magic power and spiritual awareness were far stronger than Shang Tianti. In one hand, she held a black mirror and summoned countless magic swords, while in the other hand, she held a Nascent Soul-level wooden marrow staff.

Although Shang Tianti's own cultivation is inferior to Mo Ruyan.

But he was holding a sharp weapon. The Lingyun Sword was an authentic Nascent Soul magic weapon. Even if he did not activate the power of the sword, the sharp edge of the sword alone was not comparable to a Jindan magic weapon like the Xuan Mojing.

Shang Tianti held the Lingyun Sword in one hand and a large wind bag in the other, blowing out sharp wind-escape blades to protect his body and keep a very stable position.

Therefore, although Mo Ruyan's cultivation level was much higher than that of the opponent, she was hesitant and had to use the wood marrow material to block the sword.

Although the wood marrow was the material for the Nascent Soul, it had only undergone a rough ritual and was chopped into pieces. Mo Ruyan was heartbroken and could only intensify her attack.

At this time, the sun was already at its zenith in the sky.

Ripples began to emanate from the void of the secret realm, and in just a few breaths everyone would be expelled out.

Shang Tianti laughed wildly.

“Haha, Mo Sanren, when I get out of the secret realm, I will wait for Lingyun Sect’s revenge!”

Lu Ye couldn't bear to see this villain's madness.

He remembered that when Longhugousan killed Erjindan, he stole the big wind bag, and left a restriction of his own in it?

Originally, I was planning to take action in the secret realm to guard against the back-up plan of Monk Tianjizi and the Heavenly Ladder, but I didn't expect that I never used it.

Thinking back to what the two had just said, who knew when these two had colluded with each other and wanted to kill me and eat my flesh?

If he hadn't left the pillar land and found a cave nearby to practice in seclusion for a dozen days, he might have been entangled by these two people.

"You asked for this," Lu Ye raised his eyebrows.

Shang Tianti had no grudge against him. On the contrary, he had gained many benefits from this man. He originally wanted to let him go, but who knew that this guy had some ghostly tricks behind his back.

That being the case...

He used his spiritual sense to activate the restrictions he had placed in the wind bag.

"burst!"

Boom!

Shang Tianti, who was laughing wildly, was caught off guard. The big wind bag in his hand exploded with a loud bang, and the left half of his body was directly blown into a bloody mist. Only a big head and a single right leg were left. He fell down with a scream.

Mo Ruyan was overjoyed and caught up with him.

Shang Tianti chanted an incantation angrily, and the blood mist in the sky strangely condensed onto the Lingyun Sword. The light on the sword was steaming, and it seemed that a terrifying consciousness had awakened.

"too slow……"

Mo Ruyan chuckled, her body flew, and she was already close to Shang Tianti, trying to break his wrist and snatch the sword.

Shang Tianti was horrified and unwilling...

His spiritual weapon exploded inexplicably, and now he was afraid that he could not keep his sword, and he might even die here.

Lu Ye sneered in the distance.

How can a pair of bitches take revenge on just one person?

A vertical eye appeared on his forehead, and a beam of green light flew out, freezing Mo Ruyan.

"Who attacked?"

Mo Ruyan shouted loudly, but before she could turn around, she was horrified to find that her mind was dull and her body was out of control.

Shang Tianti was overjoyed.

The Lingyun sword in his hand suddenly slashed towards the dazed Mo Ruyan!
One breath of time.

Mo Ruyan had broken free from control and desperately raised the wood marrow in her hand to resist.

Boom!

The sword light exploded, breaking the wood marrow in Mo Ruyan's hand, covering her entire body, and a blood mist exploded.

Mo Ruyan screamed, and everything below the waist and abdomen disappeared completely, even more completely than when Madam Jiuchai was broken off.

It only takes a few breaths.

Both of them became disabled and incomplete people.

They knew they were being ambushed and there was a third person watching the fight, so they didn't dare to stay and turned around and ran away, dragging their bodies.

Lu Ye hid himself and watched the show with great interest, and was considering whether he should make another move to send these two bitches to death.

Suddenly, the black jade bamboo joint in my arms felt hot.

"time to go!"

A look of regret flashed across his face, and he quickly landed below, reuniting with Pan Furong and the others.

There was a soft buzzing sound.

At this moment in the secret realm, a black hole appeared beside countless monks holding the scepters and sucked them in.

in a blink.

The wind is light, the clouds are white, and the sky is clear.

Countless outside treasure hunters have disappeared from the secret realm, and after more than a month, the Mozhu Secret Realm was finally closed. No one knows when it will open next time.

Perhaps, the flow of time between the two worlds is so fast that this secret realm will completely collapse before the next secret realm is opened.

-

In the human world.

On the top of Xiaogu Mountain.

The two groups of people stood facing each other in a clear distinction.

Although they all wore the uniform robes of the Gushan Sect, they were clearly two factions as they huddled together.

In the group on the left, there were several cultivators standing in front, all of whom were at the foundation-building stage. Leading them was a middle-aged Taoist with a goatee.

He frequently looked up at the sky anxiously, and besides the eagerness in his eyes, there was also a hint of heat.

Several foundation-building monks around him had already surrounded him and were whispering.

"Big Brother, according to the time calculation, it should be time for the ancestor to return."

"Why hasn't it arrived yet?"

"Master, could it be that he has fallen into a secret realm?"

"Shut up! How dare you curse my mentor?"

"Oh, I don't mean that. Am I just being impatient?"

The eldest brother ignored the gossip of the crowd. This person was none other than Gushan Sect's eldest brother Gu Hongyu, who had been stuck in the great perfection of foundation building for more than fifty years and could not take the step to become a golden elixir.

Gu Hongyu just looked up at the sky.

Many thoughts flashed through my mind.

If my mentor doesn't come back, I will be the next sect leader, and then I will sweep those parasites out of the sect.

When he thought of this, he couldn't help but glance across.

Standing opposite were monks also wearing Gushan Sect's robes, but these monks also wore a blue undergarment underneath their robes.

They were the members of the Lan clan who went up the mountain more than ten years ago.

The Lan clan occupied a peak among the Xiaogushan mountains called Jingyanggang. They were independent and would only obey orders but not announcements.

Half a year ago, the Lan clan's patriarch, the Jindan powerhouse Lan He, assisted the Jinsha clan. However, when they were attacking the Tianlun clan, they were suddenly attacked by the Demon King Qingluan. He and several Jindan powerhouses who were traveling with him, along with Qingluan, mysteriously disappeared.

It is still an unsolved case in the world of immortal cultivation.

Having lost the protection of their ancestor, these members of the Lan clan became more united, and they still wishfully hoped that their ancestor would one day return.

The leader among them was the foundation-building cultivator Lan Wutong, and there was Lan He’s disciple and companion, the female cultivator Pan Furong, who was also at the foundation-building level.

It's strange to say, Pan Furong and several of her sworn brothers are obviously legitimate disciples of the sect, but for some reason they got mixed up with the Lan family and it has been impossible to win them over several times.

Never mind. I heard that Pan Furong and several of her brothers disappeared today. It was said that they were so bold as to enter the secret realm.

Humph, one is building the foundation and three are practicing Qi to break into the Mozhu Secret Realm. They really don’t know how to write the word death.

Pan Furong left, leaving only Lan Wutong...

Gu Hongyu looked around and realized that these fellow disciples who were in the foundation-building stage always followed him as their leader, so he suddenly felt at ease.

Master Fuyun is too polite to the Lan family.

The Lan family occupies so many resources, and they are not worthy of their position.

When I become the head, I will definitely turn this situation around.

If these members of the Lan family were sensible, they would let them go down the mountain.

If you don't know the big picture, humph, there will be a river of blood on Xiaogushan...

Gu Hongyu thought so in his heart, staring at Lan Wutong, the leader of the Lan family opposite him, with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

A few feet away.

Lan Wutong paced back and forth with a frown on his face, while an elder beside him transmitted his message through his spiritual consciousness.

"Great Elder."

"Gu Hongyu is looking at you with murderous eyes and ill intentions!"

Lan Wutong shook his head and echoed in his consciousness.

"From what he's seeing, he doesn't have the ability to see with his eyes, can he stare me to death?"

He was in a state of confusion. Gu Hongyu was nothing.

The crisis of the Lan family lies in the fact that Lan and his ancestor are missing!

Such a powerful Jindan master disappeared without a trace, alive or dead!

In the past six months, Patriarch Fuyun has been busy with cultivation, and I don't know whether he has been negligent intentionally or unintentionally.

The supply of resources has been declining, and in the past month the Lan family has had to dig into their pockets to make up the difference in resources needed for their members to practice cultivation.

This does not include the monthly offerings of golden elixir that stopped after the ancestor disappeared.

Lan Wutong looked up at the sky.

"It is better to ask for others than to ask for yourself!"

"You still have to rely on yourself!"

Stop it!
This secret realm will end, and Ancestor Fuyun will return - or he will die in it, and Gu Hongyu will take charge of the sect, and I will lead the Lan family to resign!

The ancestor originally planned to lead the clan to move to Shunhe City in Yan State, and Pan Furong was the eldest princess of Yan State.

You might as well settle there first.

The war between humans and demons in Yan State broke down the earth's veins, making it like a spiritual desert.

There are only three families that have established their foundation: Xu, Ma, and Yao.

I will fight to the death to grab a piece of land for the Lan family.

It's a pity that Pan Furong insisted on entering the Mozhu Secret Realm for some unknown reason. If she were there, the two foundation-building cultivators would be much safer.

Fortunately, the ancestor gave me a corpse to build my foundation, so I can still hold on.

Gu Hongyu and Lan Wutong were the two clear leaders of the two groups, each with their own plans in mind, and they looked up at the sky from time to time.

In fact, according to the time, Patriarch Fuyun disappeared today, but because of the speed of time, he will return today.

Although less than a day had passed in the human world, thirty days had indeed passed in the Mozhu Secret Realm.

Not long after.

A black spot suddenly appeared in the air, and in the blink of an eye it expanded into a large hole. Inside, colorful lights were spinning and there was a dangerous and blurry light.

Pfft!
An old man fell out from inside.

It was the old ancestor Fuyun. His white robe was stained with blood, with many fist marks and dirty footprints. His long beard was burned by some kind of fire, and his face was covered in black and blue spots.

He looked miserable, as if he had been beaten and burned.

Everyone was almost afraid to recognize him; this was the majestic ancestor of the sect.

The most important thing is that the storage ring in the ancestor’s hand is also missing, and the golden elixir spiritual weapon that the cultivator almost never leaves is also missing.

Patriarch Fuyun came out with almost empty hands - the reason why he used the word "almost" was that he was still holding a black jade bamboo joint in his hand just a moment ago.

At this moment, when it returned to the human world, the bamboo branches turned into ashes on the spot when the wind blew.

Now, Patriarch Fuyun is left with nothing.

He still looked a little dazed, his eyes filled with fear.

Hula la.

Gu Hongyu and other foundation-building disciples rushed forward to support Patriarch Fuyun.

"master……"

"Master, are you okay?"

Only then did Ancestor Fuyun regain his composure and gradually become calm. The panic on his face gradually faded, and he showed a bit more dignity.

"Cough cough..."

"puff……"

He wanted to say something, but still coughed up blood.

The disciples around screamed and panicked, some wiped the blood, some handed towels, and some delivered medicine.

Ancestor Fuyun was furious.

These blind disciples are always talking about things that are not relevant!
Do I look like a good person?

The deadline was approaching, so he ventured into the secret realm in order to snatch the second flower.

Damn, who knew there would be so many people entering the secret realm this time!
It is true that Nascent Souls are not rare, but Golden Cores are everywhere!

The cultivation level of Patriarch Fuyun was only average among all the Jindan cultivators, not outstanding. He traveled alone and was beaten several times but still couldn't find the Second Life Flower.

If he hadn't been quick-witted and able to seize the opportunity, he would have almost lost his life.

Later, he and several Jindan were forced to form a group, and then his luck turned and he made a small fortune in the small treasure land. He didn't dare to go to the Zhudi to gamble his life.

Although he did not find Nishihana, it was not a loss. After all, he was still alive and got a valuable treasure. He was already satisfied.

Even if these resources are used up, the disciple Gu Hongyu will be able to become a golden elixir, which will be considered as doing justice to the sect.

Who would have thought that when they were about to leave the secret realm, a Jindan from the Three Thousand Islands of the East China Sea Continent in the team actually released some Immortal Smoke, which drugged several people, then robbed them of everything and fled away.

He even shamelessly gave his name: the thirty-sixth of the Thirty-Six Thieves, known as the Taoist Miyan.

It's just robbery, but this guy has a bad character. He beat each of them severely, punching and kicking them, leaving footprints all over their bodies. He beat them so hard that they almost lost their minds.

When Patriarch Fuyun thought of this, he felt so ashamed and angry that he wanted to die.

Did he enter the secret realm just to get beaten up? And he even lost his protective golden elixir magic weapon?

Gu Hongyu understood his thoughts best. He knew at a glance that his master had something to hide, so he gave orders loudly.

"Master urgently needs to go into seclusion."

"Hurry up and send the master to change clothes, heal his wounds, and take some tonic..."

A group of disciples surrounded Patriarch Fuyun and were about to leave.

Lan Wutong originally wanted to move closer, but he couldn't squeeze into the core circle at all, so he could only stand far away and watch.

The golden elixir master is out of reach, but after entering the secret realm, it seems that all the gold elixir masters have been snatched away.

Will Pan Furong and the others be alright?
When everyone on the mountain was in chaos.

Another black dot flashed in the sky.

Several people appeared out of nowhere in the open space.

The first four people to stand up were Pan Furong, Wang Hu, Zhang Cunyi and Shu Chitu. They had taken the various spiritual springs distributed by Lu Ye. Their faces were shining with precious light, and it was obvious that they had accumulated a lot of spiritual energy.

Ancestor Fuyun took a glance and felt sad.

"I'm not as lucky as those kids..."

Gu Hongyu raised his eyebrows and scolded Pan Furong.

"Junior Sister Pan, the sect has its own rules. Tell me the truth about why you disappeared today..."

Perhaps Patriarch Fuyun was too injured to care, or perhaps he had no intention of caring, so he remained silent.

Pan Furong hasn't spoken yet.

A giant turtle appeared behind her, and then transformed into a bald-headed strong man with a small face and a body as big as an iron tower. He had no hair, eyebrows or beard at all, and was as bald as an egg.

"Is this the human world?"

"So little spiritual energy?"

“The attitude is not good.”

"How can I live?"

He sighed and opened his hands, "Brother, you lied to me..."

The sturdy man muttered, as if expressing dissatisfaction, and his aura suddenly burst out.

Thick demonic clouds enveloped the top of the mountain, and the pressure of a mountain seemed to be pressing on everyone's shoulders. It turned out to be a Jindan Demon King.

Gu Hongyu opened his mouth in surprise: "..."

Patriarch Fuyun turned over quickly, slapped Gu Hongyu to the ground, and cursed, "How can you talk to your fellow sister in the sect?"

Did your master teach you to be so rude?
He took a big step forward, stepped on Gu Hongyu's body and jumped in front of the little bald head in one step, with a bruised face and a smile on his face.

"May I ask what your Dharma name is?"

"I am the Taoist master of this place. I welcome you, Taoist friend..."

Gu Hongyu was trembling all over on the ground, his face as pale as death.

The little bald strong man scratched his head, seemed not good at socializing, and passed by.

"Brother, you should come..."

A middle-aged elegant monk in a blue robe walked out and strode towards Old Ancestor Fuyun with both hands.

"Brother Fuyun!"

The other person's smile was warm, making people feel like spring breeze.

"We meet again!"

Ancestor Fuyun was stunned.

A man squeezed out of the crowd, slid to his knees on the ground, leaving two marks, and hugged Lu Ye's thigh.

Lan Wutong started crying.

"Clan leader!"

Gui Baozhu took a look alertly and muttered to himself, this guy is even better at flattering than me.

Suddenly someone in the crowd shouted "Senior Brother", and Gu Hongyu fainted.

That night.

The Jindan Patriarch Lan He, who had been missing for half a year, returned to Xiaogushan and offered a buy one get one free deal, and brought back a Jindan Turtle King.

There was jubilation on the mountain.

The disciples of Gushan Sect suddenly felt proud. Among the several major Jindan sects within a radius of 800 miles around Xiaogushan, our Gushan Sect should be the best!

Of course, the Lan clan members were even happier.

There were also a few elders who were not tactful. They secretly took turns hugging the clan leader's thighs and crying about the oppression and grievances they had suffered, which made Gui Baozhu very nervous, thinking that this was some special etiquette of the human race.

He was struggling over whether he should hug her and cry some other day to deepen their relationship.

Another trivial incident occurred that evening.

The eldest senior brother Gu Hongyu went astray while practicing Taoism in the middle of the night, and fell from the great perfection of foundation building to the initial stage of foundation building. It is said that his qi sea is leaking, and he is afraid that he will continue to fall until he becomes a cripple.

(End of this chapter)