"trouble."

The old woman threw the scroll aside and continued to boil the soup in the pot. The green soup was bubbling continuously, and a few white bones were stirred by the spoon and floated up, then quickly sank to the bottom of the pot.

"I finally found an ally, but before we even started communicating, he turned into an enemy."

"Do we need to stop Senior Blood Demon?"

"Let him go. It's a good opportunity to test this man's ability. If he can stop the blood demon, it means he is qualified to reach the top. When the passage to the fairyland is opened, we will naturally meet him."

"Isn't the Palace Master going?"

"No. The current world of immortal cultivation is very complicated. No one knows whose reincarnation this Wanxiang Patriarch is. He is hiding so deeply. If it weren't for the message from the Eternal Night Valley, I wouldn't have known that there was another fellow cultivator in the world of immortal cultivation."

The old woman stirred it for a while, scooped up a spoonful with a spoon, put it to her mouth and tasted it.

"It's still a little off."

Alliance of All Races.

The Winged Ancestor sat at the last seat with a gloomy face.

Taoist Jinwu sat in the uppermost seat, and next to him were the Lord of the Eternal Night Valley and the Golden Ant.

“I heard that you were severely injured by a junior, and you only managed to escape by self-destructing your divine consciousness?” Taoist Jinwu took a sip of the divine tea and brought up the topic as if in casual conversation.

"snort!"

The Winged Ancestor snorted coldly.

His original plan was to grab the immortal soul before the two of them, so as to make up for his lack of the Tribulation Realm. But he didn't get any benefit, and a great elder died. He was also seriously injured and became a stepping stone for the rise of the Wanxiang Immortal Sect.

"Do you need my help?" Taoist Jinwu said gloatingly.

You say you want to help, but you're actually just laughing at the joke.

Among all the races in the world of immortal cultivation, they are the ones standing at the top. Apart from the immortals in the cave, they are the top existences. Usually, it is rare to encounter an opponent for hundreds or thousands of years, but now one suddenly appears and seriously injures the ancestor of the Winged People, and he almost loses his life. This kind of thing naturally needs to be discussed.

"I will find it myself."

"But you can't beat him! What if he gets beaten to death next time you go there?"

"What do you mean?!"

The ancestor of the Winged People slammed the table in anger, and with a flash of spiritual power, the table top exploded into powder in an instant.

"I mean well. It's fine if you don't accept it. Why get angry at the table?" Taoist Jinwu said slowly.

"Okay, enough small talk. Let's first think of a way to deal with the trouble in the underworld."

The Lord of Eternal Night Valley ended the topic.

"There's no trouble at all. It's just a sacrifice before the passage is opened."

A shadow following behind the Taoist Jinwu suddenly spoke. This shadow was the ancestor of the Fire Crow Clan, an old monster who had lived for nearly 20,000 years. Taoist Jinwu didn't know what means he used to persuade the Fire Crow Clan ancestor to leave the Fire Crow Clan territory and follow him to the deserted city.

"Just follow the old rules."

The golden ant also spoke.

"What should we do with the remaining soul in the fairy world? That is a main soul!" said the Winged Man Ancestor gritting his teeth.

What he wanted to do most now was revenge. However, these old guys clearly did not want to cause trouble. The Wanxiang Immortal Sect was a tough nut to crack. The interests of a remnant soul were not enough for them to provoke a strong man of the same level.

"Put it over there first."

"After all, it's just a remnant soul. The passage to the fairyland is the key point."

A few people decided the next direction of the alliance with just a few words. The ancestor of the Winged People sat at the end, his heart full of hatred.

This world of cultivating immortals has always been like this.

The strong are respected.

He had rushed over to snatch the remaining soul in order to change the current situation, but unfortunately he failed.

The Immortal Gate of All Things.

After the battle with the Winged People, Wanxiang Xianmen became the most powerful sect in the vicinity. All the surrounding Xianmen sects were merged into the Xianmen. Tang Hai selected these defectors very carefully. First, they selected their abilities, then they traded the "Life-changing Gu". With the combination of various means, Wanxiang Xianmen officially moved towards becoming a top sect.

On this day, Chen Luo was practicing in the sect.

Suddenly, two guests came from outside. One was a man and one was a woman. The man was handsome, with a long sword on his back. He looked slack, as if he had not woken up yet. The woman was dressed in white, with a beautiful face full of vigilance, which formed a sharp contrast with the male cultivator in front.

These two people are Wang Lin and Wang Qingqing.

After Chen Luo defeated the Winged Man Patriarch, the Winged Man Clan retreated completely, and the hunt for the two of them was also interrupted. The two who escaped death found a place to hide for a long time, and only found the Wanxiang Immortal Gate after their injuries were completely recovered.

"The Ancient Sword Sect sent the two of you to kill me?"

After breaking through the Tribulation Realm, Chen Luo dispelled the Concealment Technique. Firstly, it consumed too much of the Evil Soul, and secondly, it was unnecessary. With his current strength, even if the old monster from the Ancient Sword Sect came in person, he could deal with it calmly, and at worst he could retreat unscathed.

"Of course not, we are here to visit our seniors."

Wang Lin picked up the teacup on the table next to him and took a sip very naturally.

That relaxed look, as if he was at home.

"Brother."

Wang Qingqing wanted to slap this unreliable senior brother. We have already reached the enemy's base camp, can you be a little more nervous? You dare to drink the tea poured by the enemy, aren't you afraid of being poisoned? !

"Don't worry, with Master Chen's cultivation, it would be enough for him to kill us with just one finger. There is no need to go through the trouble of poisoning us."

Wang Lin waved his hand and spoke directly.

Wang Qingqing's cultivation was too low, and she didn't know the methods of the great tribulation masters. Chen Luo could see through her little trick of transmitting sound at a glance.

Chen Luo looked at Wang Lin with a hint of interest.

The reason why he decided to meet this person was entirely because of Wang Lin's luck. This Ancient Sword Sect cultivator named Wang Lin had abnormally strong luck. This was the second person with such strong luck that Chen Luo had met since the fox demon Su Linlin.

"It seems that I don't have any friendship with your Ancient Sword Sect."

"Once is new, twice is familiar."

Wang Lin took out a few bottles of pills from his arms and put them aside very naturally.

"If you move around more, you'll naturally develop friendships."

You have to give gifts when you visit someone! Wang Lin remembered this common sense very clearly. Chen Luo took a look at the pills Wang Lin brought and did not refuse.

"I know a secret that I think will interest you, Senior."

"oh?"

"I wonder if you have ever heard of the Immortal Linchen?"

Wang Lin approached Chen Luo familiarly and asked carefully in a low voice. Wang Qingqing stood behind him, feeling numb all over.

She really can't control this big brother.

“I have heard of it.”

When he was in Yongye Valley before, Chen Luo had indeed heard rumors about the "Linchen True Immortals". These "immortals" who came down from the upper realms all stayed in the cave heaven, and the tribes that were attached to them were called "immortal tribes" by the outside world.

"We, the Nine Tomb Guarding Clans, were once immortals, but we have become ordinary forces."

Wang Lin revealed a big secret.

before

Chen Luo thought of the words of hatred that were always on his lips.

traitor!

The Blood Demon was a traitor, and the Nine Tomb Guardians were also traitors. They had all been disciples of a certain immortal, but later betrayed him. After the immortal died, they inherited his legacy. The Blood Demon got the technique, and the Nine Tomb Guardians got the immortal weapon.

"The world of immortal cultivation may seem chaotic on the surface, but in fact, the source is just two people. Everything we do stems from the will of these two people."

A true immortal has come to earth!

They are the real controllers of the world of immortal cultivation. Perhaps many years ago, there were more than two Linchen True Immortals, but later all the extra immortals disappeared, leaving only two people. These two people are like two big trees, dividing the world of immortal cultivation into two factions.

All the rules on the surface were set by these two people, including guarding the seven restricted areas to prevent the "evil spirits" inside from escaping.

"Who is the immortal who asked you to guard the restricted area?"

"Sword Immortal."

"Who is the immortal who is against him?"

"Demon Immortal."

Wang Lin did not hide anything. Wang Qingqing pulled him several times, but he ignored them all. Wang Qingqing's face turned pale. What Wang Lin said was the biggest secret of the Nine Tomb Guarding Clans. Once the ancestors found out, both of them would be severely punished. In serious cases, they would even be deprived of their cultivation and banished to the mortal world.

"Why are you telling me this?"

“I hope that when you take action against the Nine Tomb Guarding Clans in the future, you can spare the Ancient Sword Sect.” Wang Lin stood up and bowed to Chen Luo seriously.

When he went out, he came with the intention of completing a mission.

But after seeing Chen Luo, he temporarily changed his mind.

Chen Luo's eyes flickered.

He felt more and more that Wang Lin was extraordinary. Just as he saw through his luck, Wang Lin should have seen something similar in him. It was these things that made Wang Lin make this decision.

"As long as you don't come to provoke me later"

"Thank you, senior."

Wang Lin thanked him again. Then, under Wang Qingqing's puzzled gaze, he pulled her away from the Wanxiang Immortal Gate. Chen Luo did not look away until their backs disappeared at the gate.

'Demon Immortal, Sword Immortal.'

'I just don't know which immortal is behind the Eternal Night Valley.'

Collecting his thoughts, Chen Luo suddenly felt a fluctuation of spiritual power.

He quickly walked to the door and stretched out his hand towards the void. A stream of light flew in from outside and fell into his hand. This was a cross-domain communication talisman. The moment Chen Luo saw the talisman, his expression changed slightly.

The aura on the communication talisman belongs to Kuishan.

As a "demon" who escaped from prison together, Chen Luo had a deep impression of these two people. Whether it was Ge Xian or Kuishan, they had some understanding of the outside world of immortal cultivation before they came out, and their goals were very clear. Only Chen Luo followed them out by accident, and there were many unknowns in the outside world of immortal cultivation for him.

"Fellow Daoist, you made too much noise before. That old monster has noticed you. You must be more careful next time." There was a reminder in the communication talisman.

When Chen Luo saw this sentence, he suddenly felt a sense of danger.

It was as if there was an invisible enemy hiding in the dark, watching him. (End of this chapter)