Wu Feng felt a little heavy.

A few days ago, he felt the curse on his body dissipate, and was pleasantly surprised, so he immediately followed the induction to find him. Half a day ago, he saw Chen Luo's phantom god Gu clone in the Immortal Gate, and through him he knew everything that happened to the Zhang family of the Imperial Clan.

The 'River of Rebirth' that troubled the Wu family disappeared, and the mountain that weighed on the Wu family disappeared.

This result made Wu Feng very happy.

The only regret is that his son Wu Ling was not rescued, and his lineage was completely cut off. Thinking of the recent chaos in the fairy world, Wu Feng couldn't help but feel a little heavy. He didn't know how long he could hold on, the situation deteriorated too quickly.

Ancient gods, witch immortals, ghost immortals, and all kinds of things that had never been encountered before, all crawled out from the 'past' and began to take revenge on the immortal cultivators.

The fighting never stopped.

They were just blocked outside by stronger ones. If the immortal cultivators outside collapsed, all the people inside would die instantly. Even Chen Luo, who was known as the Soul Burial Immortal, could not save so many people.

When he glanced over, he saw Wang Daosheng and others who were slacking off below.

A group of low-level cultivators whose cultivation level is only at the level of Divine Transformation.

This kind of cultivation level is only enough to be cannon fodder in the fairy world. Even their names can't be left behind. However, it is precisely because of their low cultivation level that they are unaware of the dangers in the outside world. In their eyes, Yuhua Xianmen is a safe holy place that is enough to protect them.

This knowledge allows them to be lazy and reminisce about the past in peace.

"It's rare to be confused. I wish I were them."

The Moko Ghost Emperor stared at the compass and moved forward cautiously.

The surrounding scenery finally changed. It was no longer a desolate sandy land, but low tiled houses. There were residential houses on both sides, and the road on the ground had become a long brick and stone street. The smooth ground was full of traces of friction, and the footsteps could be clearly heard when walking on it.

“It should be here.”

The Ghost Emperor Moke stopped, the compass in his hand froze in place, the needle pointing straight at the building opposite.

This is a three-story wooden building with a two-meter-high wooden door. Two vermilion lanterns are hung under the eaves, with the words "Past" and "Inn" written on them respectively.

"Inn?"

A hint of doubt flashed in the eyes of Moko Ghost Emperor.

A wisp of black gas emerged from his body and transformed into a little ghost with a green face and fangs, who took the initiative to walk towards the inn in front.

Squeak

Before the kid's palm touched the wooden door, it opened by itself.

A figure stood inside the door, looking blankly at the Moko Ghost Emperor standing at the door.

"Guest, are you here to eat or stay?"

The sound spread, and the green-faced ghost standing at the door was like a rotten wood, drying up visibly, and turned into dust and scattered. The face of the Moko Ghost Emperor standing behind changed, and the whole person quickly retreated, leaving one after another afterimage behind, and drew more than 20 shadows in a row.

Under the influence of this aura, these shadows decayed one after another. The wooden door of the inn seemed to come alive at this moment, and an eye opened on each of the left and right door panels.

In the eyes, circle after circle of growth rings unfold.

There are so many of them, I don’t know how many there are.

"One hundred thousand years ago?!"

The sound stopped abruptly.

The dust cleared, leaving only a compass that had fallen to the ground, making a crisp sound. The lanterns in front of the inn were still swaying, without making any sound.

Bang!

The wooden door closed again, and the inn faded away again.

Only a handful of decaying ashes remained, falling on the black street.

Chen Luo finally completed the ritual of refining the 'River of Rebirth'.

He also completely mastered the brain of Zhang family's ancestor Zhang Chengdao. Under the perception of this brain, Chen Luo reorganized his own state.

The cultivation of the four realms has become more solid, and there is one more method to break through the five realms of the Immortal Emperor.

Zhang Chengdao's breakthrough method is completely different from that of the Immortal Emperor Changqing, and the power they control after the breakthrough is also in two directions. Zhang Chengdao's power is close to the underworld, and is related to "life and death reincarnation", while the Five Realms Method of the Immortal Emperor Changqing is "Eternal Green", which involves the secret of life span.

Chen Luo felt that both directions were good, so he planned to take them all.

After making all the preparations, Chen Luo did not stay any longer, but stood up, pushed the door and walked out. The disciples of Yuhua Xianmen had been waiting outside, and when they saw Chen Luo coming out, they immediately bowed and saluted.

Now Chen Luo is the sky of Yuhua Immortal Sect.

Under the catastrophe, the Yuhua Immortal Sect was able to survive alone because of this Soul Burial Immortal Venerable. Although the Soul Burial Immortal Venerable had a bad reputation to the outside world, many people in the Yuhua Immortal Sect regarded this Immortal Venerable as an idol and imitated his path of cultivation.

“Elder.”

The two disciples quickly bowed their heads.

Chen Luo nodded, then took a step forward, and the whole person disappeared out of thin air like a shadow. When he stepped back again, he had already arrived at the main hall of Yuhua Xianmen.

Yuxianren and Jixianren were discussing the recent crisis encountered by the sect in the hall.

The title of Soul Burial Immortal Venerable only worked for the old Immortal Court. For those "resurrected" alien races, all immortal cultivators were their enemies, and they didn't care who the enemy was. The Yuhua Immortal Sect encountered similar troubles.

After destroying the fairy island realm below, the three-headed ancient god went north with supreme ferocity. A few days ago, all the disciples of Yuhua Xianmen stationed in the edge area died, and even the mineral veins in that area were polluted by the ancient god and turned into blood and qi mines, which was a heavy loss.

"If all else fails, you and I can join forces, and gather some formation masters and talisman masters, and we will surely be able to drive these three ancient gods away."

"Ancient gods are best at fighting. Ancient gods that have been revived by the calamity energy are even more ferocious and cannot be calculated using conventional combat power."

Yuxianren shook his head.

He went there to test it out in the morning, but neither side gained any advantage. After the three ancient gods occupied the mine, they lay dormant and began to set up an ancient god altar inside the mine. It looked like they were planning to summon more tribesmen to join forces to deal with Yuhua Xianmen.

"But if we allow them to continue to arrange things like this, the situation will only become more and more passive."

Yuxianren didn't say anything, he was also thinking about how to deal with the situation.

These three ancient gods are very cunning. After occupying the mineral veins, they retreat into the mines. If they want to expel these three ancient gods, they must call upon more power.

"Do you think it's possible for Fellow Daoist Chen to take action?"

Yuxianren suddenly spoke.

"Soul Burial Immortal?"

Ji Xianren was stunned, and then he remembered that in addition to the two of them, there was also a long-term secluded Zanghun Xianzun in Yuhua Xianmen. The habit he had developed over the years made him subconsciously ignore this person, but now that Yu Xianren mentioned him, he immediately became alert.

"You can try it!" (End of this chapter)