Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 220 People coming from all sides
In the middle of the basin, a beam of light formed by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth shot straight into the sky like a sharp sword.

On both sides of the light column, some thin and flowing clouds rose quietly, concealing some changes in the deepest part of the basin. It seemed that they had noticed the arrival of the cultivators and did not want to be seen through so quickly.

Going closer, there were towering trees, a vast basin, a strip of skylight, and a group of waiting monks. However, at this time, most of the monks' eyes turned to the periphery.

However, because of the unbridled and arrogant laughter, even Han Chengran's expression changed slightly, and he glanced at the person who came.

I saw an ugly-faced man laughing loudly, who was moving very fast. He took two steps at a time and leaped over the cultivators, and came to a place not far from the Red Bright Sea of ​​Flames.

Looking at the person who came, Chen Mu's face raised, and his heart was quietly churning.

The person who came was none other than the ugly monk who had knelt before him!
"Hahaha... This place is truly a gathering place of great talents, with all the geniuses gathered here. How can such a grand event in Dongming be without the presence of the Seventh Young Master of Xuanwu!"

The ugly monk laughed heartily, looking like an extremely unrestrained genius. If he were not born ugly and his cultivation level was only at the eleventh level, he would probably be regarded as an extraordinary person.

Hearing such wild talk, Chi Ming Yanhai, who was resting with his eyes closed, chuckled lightly, a rare occurrence. "Wu Xiaoqi, I didn't expect you to come too... Does Master Xuan He know that you're so high-profile out there?"

The ugly monk shrank his neck upon hearing this, looked towards Chi Ming Yan Hai and said with a wry smile: "I know, I know..."

But the more he spoke, the smaller his voice became, without any trace of the arrogance and confidence that had dominated the entire audience just now.

Perhaps it was because Chi Ming Yan Hai spoke first, breaking the silence, that the monks suddenly gathered in groups of three or five, lowering their heads and whispering to each other.

"Wu Xiaoqi is really noisy. No matter where there is something new in the Dongming Sea, he always comes to join in the fun."

"Fellow Daoists, what is the identity of this person? I see that his cultivation is shallow, and his spiritual energy is even weaker. How could he enter here and even be spoken to by the inheritor of the Chi Ming lineage?"

"Could this fellow Daoist be from another sea area? Wu Xiaoqi is a Jindan cultivator from the Dongming Sea area and the youngest disciple of Xuanhe Zhenren. It is said that he is Xuanhe Zhenren's nephew and has a close relationship with him..."

"I see, I said..."

The cultivators exchanged a few words, but the ugly cultivator pretended not to hear. After chatting casually with Chi Ming Yanhai for a few words, he began to wait with an excited look on his face.

However, after hearing what the other cultivators said, Chen Mu was terrified. The nephews and nieces of a Jindan Zhenren actually knelt down and called him grandpa. If this got out...

Thinking of this, he shook his head and laughed, and made up his mind to pretend that this incident had never happened, otherwise he really didn't know how to explain it.

A moment later, while the cultivators were still discussing, Chen Mu and Wei Xingyou looked at each other and quietly blended into the crowd of cultivators, neither conspicuous nor falling behind.

After a long time, the power of the spirit pillar in the center of the basin became even more alarming. Just as Chen Mu and Wei Xingyou were whispering about the timing of the opportunity, they suddenly heard a cold and terrifying laugh from the western sky.

But on the top of the distant mountain, there seemed to be a blood-red mist coming. In the mist, there were hundreds of terrifying paper figures with extremely bright colors, surrounding a person and flying towards them at a rapid speed!
Those paper figures have strange shapes, all dressed in red and green, and painted with makeup. If you ignore the figures, it looks like a wedding is being held.

Behind them, there were dozens of Mu Ran disciples wearing blood-red robes. All of them had pale faces and did not look normal.

"Brother Ran, this is bad. It's that... that evil cultivator who has arrived..."

When the members of the Han family heard the laughter, they turned pale with fright and looked at their backbone Han Chengran in fear.

Han Chengran also broke out in a cold sweat as he recalled the battle he had with these evil cultivators several years ago...

At that time, he and many other Han clan disciples had joined forces to confront that unknown evil cultivator, but they didn't gain any advantage at all. Instead, they lost four or five Qi Condensation disciples at a slightly lower level. He had also sustained some injuries during that battle, inflicted by the blood-stained robed man surrounded by paper figures!
"Yan Chou...how did our uncle who was guarding outside let them in?"

Han Chengran clenched his teeth and suddenly became alert.

It's no wonder that he reacted like that. It was because that group of evil cultivators came from a deserted island west of Xuanwu Island. They were the Taoist sect left behind by the Jindan evil cultivator Xuehai Zhenren, and they had always been incompatible with the Han family.

The person leading this time left a deep impression on him. He was the most proud disciple of Master Xuehai, the Blood Paper Ghost Yanchou...

"Such a rich blood..."

Chen Mu frowned slightly and looked towards the center of the paper man.

And Yan Chou did not try to hide anything, so he was seen clearly immediately.

His brows suddenly tightened, and a feeling of nausea surged in his heart.

But where the paper figures were gathered, there stood a young man with gray hair on his temples. The contrast was extremely great. He was covered in a blood-red robe, and the areas around his eyes were pitch black, like a ghost. From time to time, he would open his mouth wide and laugh silently, which was very creepy.

"Junior Brother Chen, this person is not to be trifled with. We'd better be careful..."

Wei Xingyou showed fear on his face and spoke cautiously.

"Oh?" Chen Mu's heart moved, and he said, "Why, does Senior Brother know him?"

Wei Xingyou nodded and whispered, "I also heard some things about him when I came here last time..."

"It's said that this man was originally an ordinary descendant of a small immortal cultivation clan. However, for unknown reasons, his parents were executed by his clan. In anger, he became a disciple of the Blood Sea Immortal. After cultivating for twenty years, he personally went to his clan and slaughtered them all, turning them into accompanying paper figurines..."

"So, those paper figures are his clansmen from his lifetime? How cruel!"

Chen Mu was stunned and said in astonishment.

"It's dangerous precisely because it's cruel!" Wei Xingyou said seriously with a flash of his eyes.

Chen Mu nodded when he heard this, and became even more cautious. After a pause, he stopped talking.

At this point, the cultivators who had entered the depths of the secret realm had already reached a rough outline, and the edge of the basin had been vaguely divided into several areas.

First, the Chi Ming lineage occupied one place, then the Han family and the Blood Robe Yan Chou each occupied one place, followed by the Feng Xuan Island group who also occupied one place, and the rest were occupied by some small families and individual cultivators.

Chen Mu mixed in with them and looked towards a place on Fengxuan Island.

The black-robed monk named Li Detian was not here. It was unknown whether he had never come here at all, or was killed by the Han family by following their aura.

At this moment, as the cultivators slowly settled down, the spiritual clouds above the basin gathered more and more, like a fairy mountain floating in the sky. The rich spiritual energy seemed to indicate that an opportunity was about to appear...

(End of this chapter)