Fate is immortal

Looking at the radiant dharma sword, A Yuan couldn't help but swallow his saliva—not to mention buying it, Yuan Daxia, who had been in the city for many days, couldn't even estimate its value.

Now under the rule of Xianmeng, there is peace and harmony, and there are few life-and-death disputes.Most of the monks from various sects are determined to forge ahead on the road, and they are unwilling to waste time on fighting methods.

But the world of cultivating immortals relies on strength after all, so spirit weapons and charms that can immediately improve combat power are very sought-after.And most of the resources for cultivating immortals have been turned into panacea to improve cultivation, and the spirits circulating on the market are becoming rarer and more expensive.

Ordinary Qi-refining cultivators would stand out if they had a low-grade spiritual weapon at their fingertips.If there is a high-grade spiritual weapon, it is not impossible to even overwhelm the monk Condensing Yuan with one blow.

And the ancient magical artifacts that contain their own inspiration are even better. Shenling Daoist Ningyuan has only had a middle-grade magical artifact for decades, and a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl holds a high-grade magical artifact. Just throw [-] spirit stones to buy a medium-grade magic weapon as a gift.This wealth, not to mention blinding the eyes of a poor boy like A Yuan, even the man in brocade clothes who walked up to the altar together smacked his lips, laughing strangely.

Such a young man with such arrogance must have come from the sect of the elders of Xianmen with good financial resources.Either children, or pass on.And she took off her veil at this moment to show her identity, if she is not stupid, she is deliberately trying to scare others.

I have to say that although the aura of the sapphire dharma sword is restrained, it is much more dazzling than the "Hui Yao Ring".

As for the original hero who is also a "personal biography", apart from feeling in his heart that people are more deadly than others, he can only stand aside silently, taking a few steps closer to the girl intentionally or unintentionally.

After a while, a row of people stood sparsely on the side of the altar.A Yuan counted them carefully, and counting Taoist Husha sitting in the center with a golden knife in Dama, there are twelve "God Envoys" in total.In addition to those who have met before, there are five people who are looking at each other for the first time.The most eye-catching one is a young monk wearing a mountain-pattern ocher robe.

The number one master of Changyang Mountain and the inner disciple of Changyang Sect, this status is enough to deter ordinary young people.Just seeing that he still wears Mo Xiangshi, one can tell that he doesn't want to reveal his identity.

The majestic master of Changyang Mountain has encircled and suppressed the loose cultivators in Tubi Mountain many times, and in the end his disciples also secretly participated in underground transactions, which is disgraceful.It can make him not hesitate to expose his identity, presumably he is not optimistic about this "Feng Chan Grand Ceremony".

The worst of the twelve "God Envoys" is the third level of Qi training, but most of them wear masks and don't even want to show their true faces, let alone make friends with each other sincerely.Coupled with the appearance of a notorious and unscrupulous Taoist Husha, these people who "advance and retreat together" have become targets of coercion.Even if they had doubts, no one voiced any objection to Youdi Clan's seemingly absurd "Feng Chan Baptism" ceremony.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Seeing that all the people had arrived, Patriarch Di tapped the ground with his stick to stop the noise of the tribe.He opened his arms to face the clansman, and shouted in the loudest voice of an old man: "The rain god is merciful, and the god sent the sky. Take my clan and return to the homeland!"

"Open the holy place and send the gods to the holy spring for baptism!"

Thousands of clansmen responded in unison, resounding like thunder in the cave.

Patriarch Di knelt on the ground facing the east, kowtowed three times and bowed three times, and murmured an incomprehensible eulogy.Dozens of leaders then knelt down and chanted, followed by hundreds and thousands of people.

The sound of chanting gathered together, like the rising tide of the sea, one wave after another.Finally, there was a loud noise like a landslide, and a neat gap was cracked on the stone wall facing the altar, like a huge stone door slowly opening.

A cloudy wind suddenly picked up and poured out from the stone gate, like mist and cold wind.Ah Yuan used the Celestial Eye Technique, but he couldn't tell the difference—it was clearly a dissipated soul that was so thick that it was almost visible to the naked eye.

Daoist Husha stood up suddenly, and slapped the black tiger beside him. The black tiger bent over to carry its master on its back, and jumped into the stone gate.The other "God Envoys" looked at each other in blank dismay, but Wan Guixu from Donghai shook his sleeves and walked into the stone gate before everyone else.

After a while, another three or five people walked into the stone gate one after another.A Yuan slowly drew out the ancient sword, and under the eyes of the sky, he could only see the cloud-like Suhun rushing into the ancient sword, forming a vortex.Taibaigeng's Golden Sword Art naturally circulated, and there was a tremor from the ancient sword, which seemed to be a warning, but it was a little ready to move.

In any case, Yuan Daxia didn't want to be the one who would die, so he held up the ancient sword to enjoy the gluttonous feast, inserted himself into the "team of angels" without hesitation, and walked slowly into the stone gate.

After stepping into the stone gate, the road under your feet seems to be a little smoother. The "soul fog" became thicker and thicker, and the sky eye technique was almost useless. Fortunately, the hero Yuan has another treasure.

With the Requiem Lamp in hand, the white mist that was around ten feet away immediately dissipated.Relying on the dim light, Ah Yuan could also see the surroundings clearly. It was no longer the uneven rock wall, but the smooth and smooth stone wall, which was obviously chiseled by manpower.

Could it be that this is the "underground palace" discovered by the Di clan, or the entrance to the underground palace?

Although he was blinded by the sky eye technique, Ah Yuan still has the wind talk technique.Judging from the echoes, the passage between the stone walls on both sides is about ten feet wide.The footsteps of the people in front were slow and steady, while countless chaotic footsteps sounded from behind.

Apparently, after all the "envoys" entered the stone gate, not all of the Youdi clan watched from the outside, at least hundreds of people followed into the stone gate.

The head of the Youdi clan once explained that the head of their clan and the Qingwei would accompany them into the Holy Land to assist in the baptism - and more importantly, if there is any abnormality when the envoy responds to the call of the gods, the Youdi clan will guard it to the death...

At this moment, there was a deafening roar of a tiger in front of him, and Taoist Husha's hoarse and ugly laughter.Followed by two muffled sounds of entering the water.

Obviously, Taoist Husha and his black tiger, who were leading the battle, had already arrived at the Zhiquan, and they were so pleasantly surprised that they plunged into it.And A Yuan groped in the mist for a long time before arriving at the legendary holy spring.

The cloud-steaming soul energy is piercingly piercing, and the crystal-clear still water is like semi-congealed egg white. When you reach out to scoop it up, the cold and creamy feeling will linger in the palm of your hand, and the silky soul will spontaneously seep into the flesh and blood even without traction.

It is rare to see the white mist formed by the condensed soul, but this "soul spring" condensed into water is like Shen Bihua in the trial environment, which should not exist in this world.

The soul power in Zhiquan is so thick that it even surpasses the original hero who has been refining his soul for many days, let alone ordinary mortals.Soaked in this soul spring, the prime soul flows into the body spontaneously, and with a little guidance, it is better than ordinary soul-inducing and refining methods.No wonder a treacherous person like Taoist Husha laughed out loud.

But at this moment, Wan Guixu was the leader, connected to the six people including A Yuan, but they stood by the steaming fat spring and watched, no one entered the water.

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