Bad Boy Cultivation in Another World: The Merry Immortal

Ye Ning widened his eyes, looked at Xue Yilan in disbelief, and said, "You are indeed the saint of Yuehu Zhongdao! Cough, should Ye praise you or persuade you?"

Xue Yilan said with a smile: "Hehe, the inland monks in the Qingluo Continent are afraid of the Hundred Thousand Li Swamp. In fact, in the eyes of our overseas monks, that land can be called a paradise!"

"The Promised Land?" Ye Ning frowned and said, "No way, according to the rumors, even a saint might fall if he enters it."

Xue Yilan said: "This statement is wrong. Although there are many dangers in the Hundred Thousand Li Swamp, there are many rare elixir growing in it, as well as various ores and materials. It can be said that it is the treasure of alchemists and weapon refiners. Paradise! For a long time, overseas monks have never given up on the development of the Hundred Thousand Miles Swamp, and basically every year, saints will lead teams into it, and they have gained a lot."

Ye Ning said: "That's how it is! However, there are rumors in the inland area that more than 1000 years ago, a young sage led ten large groups of people trying to cross the [-]-mile swamp. According to legend, after this incident, a large number of monks gathered near the Shiwanli Swamp, waiting for their return. However, after ten years, only the young saint escaped in embarrassment. None of the ten monks survived. return!"

Xue Yilan smiled, and said: "Brother Ye is referring to this incident. Yes, it was our monk from the Moon Lake Zhongdao who publicly entered the Shiwanli Swamp more than 1000 years ago! That time, he led the team into the Shiwanli Swamp. The saint monk in the swamp is Yilan's junior uncle Liu Chengru!"

"So it's a monk from Guidao?" Ye Ning asked curiously: "So, the saint must know this matter very well?"

"That's right. That time my little uncle broke into the one hundred thousand li swamp, it can be said to be a very crazy move. Almost all the fellow students in the entire Yuehu Zhongdao were shocked! That time, the little uncle's goal was to deal with a thirteenth-order peak The monster beast of the realm, the blue dragon!"

"Bi Luoqing Flood Dragon?" Ye Ning said: "A monster that can evolve into a real dragon in the legend? A real dragon is comparable to a god, and the little uncle of the saint is crazy!"

"That's right. At that time, we were not optimistic about the little uncle. However, the little uncle has been trapped in the middle stage of the saint for more than 500 years. Only by obtaining the soul of the blue dragon can we have a certain degree of confidence in advancing!"

"No wonder." Ye Ning said, "If you were Ye, you would make the same choice."

"Cough, the road of cultivation is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat." Xue Yilan said with emotion: "That time, the little uncle was seriously injured. After losing ten disciples, he finally killed the Biluoqing Jiaolong. After returning, the little uncle spent 300 years of cultivation before recovering from his injuries. After that, the little uncle spent another 500 years and finally broke through to the stage of the late saint. Today, the little uncle has become a great saint .”

"Ye Mou understands!" Ye Ning said: "Opportunities are always interdependent with risks. Holy lady, this trip to Mr. Wuliu's Immortal Mansion, Ye Mou is going all out!"

"Okay!" Xue Yilan said excitedly: "As long as Brother Ye is willing to do his best, this time there will be a bountiful harvest."

"Come on, let's go crazy too."

The "Barrier Shenzhou" flew away towards the direction of the Hundred Thousand Li Swamp.

In the blue sky, there is only a trail of smoke stagnating, as if telling Ye Ning's unyielding and resistance!