Fortunately, Master Le Qingzhu and his disciple were not ordinary people. After a brief period of adaptation, they quickly found a way to counterattack.

After a decade of dormancy, the master and his disciple teamed up to kill the demon cultivator who enslaved them. When the two escaped and were about to find the opportunity to "unite with the Tao", a disaster suddenly struck. The entire Xuanguang Domain was impacted, and then a large number of cultivators died suddenly.

Then came the invasion of the Yellow Springs ghost cultivators.

However, within a few days, Xuanguang Domain, a once prosperous place for cultivating immortals, turned into a den of ghosts. The master and his disciple survived by hiding in the secret room of the demon cultivators with the accumulation brought by the later generations.

But this kind of survival is not a long-term solution. According to the speed of the ghost cultivators searching above, they will find this place in no time.

"what to do?"

Le Qingzhu asked through voice transmission. She had just observed that after those ghost cultivators caught a living person, they would directly extract the soul and refine the spirit without asking any nonsense. With the current cultivation level of the master and disciple, if they were discovered, they would definitely die. The extraction of the soul would affect the body. They knew this long before "borrowing the ancients".

"I can only take a risk and hope that Silent Taoist is not crazy yet."

Mo Yuanjun collected all the materials he could find and turned to look outside.

He has no choice now.

Even if he has thousands of methods and changes, he still needs to have the most basic realm. The foundation-building realm cannot even sense the vitality of heaven and earth. Facing an enemy of the level of Silent Taoist, there is no difference between him and an ordinary person.

There is no way to escape, you can only gamble.

"Don't say anything for a while, just follow me closely."

Mo Yuanjun sensed the movement outside the secret room, and when a ghost cultivator was about to search the secret room, he turned into a stream of light and rushed out. Le Qingzhu was startled, but he reacted quickly and rushed out with Mo Yuanjun.

In a ruin filled with ghost cultivators, the auras of the two human cultivators were like torches in the darkness, extremely eye-catching.

Several ghost cultivators in the vicinity who reacted immediately used their magical powers.

The spooky evil magic turned into a cold wind and swept towards the two of them.

"Yang Fire Curse."

Mo Yuanjun bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Suddenly, the fire became brighter and a pure yang flame exploded. The scorching air waves illuminated the entire area and successfully attracted the attention of the Silent Taoist.

"Huh?"

There was a hint of surprise in the eyes of the silent Taoist.

Although the two people in front of him were dressed the same as the immortals of this era, their aura could not deceive anyone. This kind of spiritual power that was incompatible with the times could only be possessed by "those who borrowed from the ancient times."

'Borrowing from the ancients?'

The ghost cultivators around were forced to retreat for only a breath, and the Yang Fire spewed out by Mo Yuanjun was instantly suppressed by the ghost energy. The ghost cultivator who attacked let out a roar, and the sound turned into ripples and rushed over, instantly annihilating the Yang Fire spewed out by Mo Yuanjun. The remaining force hit the two people and knocked them into the ground.

The ghost cultivator who attacked flashed and pressed his gray palm on Mo Yuanjun's chest, trying to pull out his soul.

"Leave these two to me."

The voice of the silent Taoist came from behind, and the ghost cultivator who had taken action froze for a moment, but soon reacted. He loosened his palm and continued to search forward. Mo Yuanjun and Le Qingzhu, who were almost frozen, subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief when they heard the voice.

Alive.

Chen Luo and Zi Tianji stood next to a collapsed building, with two dried corpses lying beside them.

This body is the clone of the Phantom God Gu that came here earlier.

The changes that Ge Xian had predicted were more troublesome than he had expected. After entering this area, his consciousness was affected and he could no longer see the overall situation. There were also some gray-brown particles in the air, which blocked his perception and made him observe the surrounding environment with his eyes.

Chen Luo tried switching between several perspectives but still couldn't see through these particles.

"They are all ghost cultivators from Huangquan."

Zi Tianji examined the corpse and made judgments based on his experience.

"The silent old ghost must be nearby."

When he thought about taking back the 'Tao' of Qionghua Sect immediately, Zi Tianji couldn't help but feel a little excited.

Unlike Chen Luo, Zi Tianji has feelings for Qionghua Sect. Although Qionghua Sect later became seven sects, these are all internal matters and do not affect their sense of belonging to Qionghua Sect.

Chen Luo walked to the other side, and his feet made a slight sound as they stepped on a piece of gravel.

With a wave of his sleeves.

Large pieces of rubble flew up from the ground and were swept aside by the strong wind. Chen Luo spread out his five fingers, and the soil layer broke apart. A corpse with a livid face flew out from below and fell into his hands. This person was not a dead body, but a cultivator who used the corpse puppet technique to fake his death.

Chen Luo happened to be familiar with the art of corpse refining, so he detected this person's breath as soon as he approached the place.

“Who destroyed this place?”

The spiritual power flowed in through his palm, instantly breaking the corpse puppet technique of this person. The corpse cultivator, whose face gradually regained its color, was at a loss at first, then suddenly woke up, and subconsciously used his spiritual power to try to break free.

A surge of spiritual power!

Didn't break free.

The spiritual power that burst out with all his strength was like a stone sinking into the sea. It was ignored by the opponent, and even the sleeves of his clothes did not move at all.

"Senior, I was also implicated." The corpse cultivator swallowed and hurriedly explained.

He has come to his senses and knows that he has met a strong man.

Judging from the opponent's spiritual power feedback, he is at least a Jindan ancestor, and he might even be a Yuanying monster!

"Forget it, I'll see for myself."

Chen Luo was too lazy to waste time, so he put one hand on the other person's head and began to read his memory.

"Master, there are some traces here."

Zi Tianji's voice came from the other side. After reading the corpse cultivator's memory, Chen Luo threw him aside and turned to walk to the position where Zi Tianji was in front.

The corpse cultivator knows very little information.

Chen Luo saw a scene of collapse in his memory. In the scene, the corpse was lying in the coffin to nourish the corpse qi. Suddenly, a loud noise was heard from outside, and then the sky darkened. Gray particles swept in, and an invisible evil creature crashed into the market, stepped on the center of the street, and then left.

Afterwards, the market was destroyed.

A large number of immortal cultivators died, and the corrupt particles turned into fog, covering the entire area.

This feeling was like a poisonous demon that accidentally caused harm when passing by. This destroyed market was just a weed that the demon accidentally stepped on while walking.

That's all.

"There is a photo stone." Zi Tianji waved his hand to sweep away the surrounding rubble, revealing the scene below.

This is a basement.

There is a square enclosed space inside.

The golden forbidden veins blocked this area, and a large group of black bugs were eating each other. Judging from the traces of the building, this house should be the residence of a bug cultivator. After the natural disaster, the bug cultivator died suddenly, causing the bugs below to lose their food source and start killing each other.

The photo-retaining stone that Zi Tianji mentioned is the stone in the center of the restriction.

The stone fell in the middle of the secret room, stained with blood, and not far away there was a skeleton that had been eaten clean.

The photo stone was left behind by this person before his death.

bass!

A purple fire talisman was thrown in by Chen Luo. If the real body was here, it might have taken these insects into its pocket and given them to the silver-backed centipede as snacks. Forget about the clone being here. The Illusion God Gu has no interest in these low-level insects. They are low-level black beetles like weeds and are worthless.

A crackling smell of burning food wafted out.

After a while, the black beetles in the restriction were burned to ashes, leaving behind a pile of black ash.

It was originally a foundation-building insect, and its level was not very high. A fourth-order fire talisman was enough to burn it into a red ground.

After getting rid of the black bugs, Chen Luo reached out to break the restriction, slowly walked into the underground secret room, picked up the photo stone inside

"Where are you two from?"

The origin of the ancient method is mysterious, and only the great sects with a long tradition know it. In order to "borrow from the ancient", the Taoist Wusheng spent a lot of effort. Now that he suddenly met two people, he couldn't help but think about it.

After achieving He Dao, he still has to go back. If these two people are from the Upper Nine Sects or the Immortal Clan, he has to consider his attitude towards them.

In the absence of a conflict of interest, no one wants to make enemies for no reason.

The same goes for Silent Taoist.

"Just like you, I came from the 'back'." Mo Yuanjun said without changing his expression.

"I hope you will show some mercy. Maybe we will have a chance to cooperate in the future."

The more dangerous the situation is, the more you cannot show cowardice.

Le Qingzhu stood aside without saying a word. When she came out before, Mo Yuanjun had told her not to say anything.

"No problem."

After confirming the origins of the two people, Taoist Wusheng did not ask any more questions and turned around to make way.

"Please do as you please."

The long street of ruins is filled with ghosts.

Mo Yuanjun and Le Qingzhu glanced at each other and then looked away.

Didn't move.

Now the two of them were able to save their lives because they were standing next to the Silent Taoist. Once they left the Silent Taoist's location, those brainless ghost cultivators outside would not show them mercy. Just now, a random ghost cultivator who didn't even have a name almost took their lives.

The Xuanguang Realm is becoming more and more dangerous. It is impossible to survive here by practicing Qi Refining and Building Foundation.

"Master, a group of people came outside. Twenty-four and seventy-seven were killed by them. Now this group of people is approaching our location."

A pitch-black ghost figure emerged from the ground and knelt respectfully in front of the Silent Taoist.

Twenty-four and seventy-seven are the code names for the ghost cultivators of Huangquan.

In Huangquan, only ghost cultivators who have reached the level of messenger are qualified to have a name. Ghost cultivators below the level of messenger all have only code names.

"He was able to kill twenty-four, so he must be a strong man at the level of soul refinement."

The ghost cultivator next to the Silent Taoist showed an interested expression. This person was called Luo Xi, and like the Silent Taoist, he was also the head of Huangquan. In Huangquan, he and the Silent Taoist were both under the name of an old ghost of the Hedao level, so they were considered to be from the same side.

"This level of spirit is very valuable, I'll go there."

After saying this, without waiting for the Silent Taoist to speak, he turned around and walked towards the place where his subordinate Ghost Cultivator was reporting.

"Keep looking."

Taoist Wusheng didn't care about Luo Xi. Huangquan was originally a loose ghost cultivation force. The Pavilion Master-level masters didn't interfere with each other, and the management of the weak was also chaotic. If it weren't for the suppression of several old ghosts above, this force would have disintegrated long ago. Taoist Wusheng knew this, so he chose to join Huangquan.

Le Qingzhu and Mo Yuanjun stood at the side, not knowing where to go for a moment. (End of this chapter)