"Maybe it's a demonic wind."
The two gatekeepers did not notice any danger. From their perspective, the sky was clear and cloudless. The mountain breeze blew over, and they only felt a burst of heat. Apart from the shaking leaves, there was nothing else.
"Whatever the wind is, stop it first."
The disciple who was sent by Tang Hai to guard the gate for the ancestor was naturally not an ordinary person.
"Disperse!"
The gatekeeper on the left pinched his fingers with one hand and cast a spiritual spell. Spiritual light flew out along his right hand and exploded in the air, creating ripples like water. This was the most common wind-repelling spell, which could be performed by those in the foundation-building stage. The ripples spread out, and the wind slowed down a little, but in a moment, a stronger evil wind rolled up from below, affecting the figures of the two people. The gravel on the ground flew up and hit the mountain with a crackling sound.
This sudden change made the disciple who took action stunned for a moment.
"What's going on? My spiritual formula should be correct."
"Let me try."
The gatekeeper disciple on the right also raised his hand and cast a wind-repelling spell, but the result was the same as the previous disciple, it had no effect. The evil wind was getting stronger and stronger, and more and more things were carried up the mountain. At first, it was leaves and dead branches. After a while, they turned into stones and tree trunks. Many disciples with insufficient cultivation were affected by the evil wind and were carried away by the wind.
"Someone is casting a spell!"
The two gatekeeper disciples noticed something was wrong, quickly took out their own magic weapons, and began to scan the surroundings with their spiritual sense.
However, the cultivation of both of them is not enough. The battles above the Tribulation Realm are too far away for them. They can’t even see them, so how can they guard against them?
boom!!
A dark hand passed through the swarm of bees and accurately pinched Wuxiang's face. The hand mixed with fairy spirit easily blocked all the opponent's magical powers.
Chen Luo, who was standing opposite, opened his mouth and sprayed forward.
Frost-white frost flew out of his mouth, but in the blink of an eye, the scene in front of him turned into ice and snow. All the bee swarms in the air were frozen into ice cubes, which fell to the ground with a pleasant crisp sound.
"Don't crush it to death. Catch it back and study it later to see if you can get its brain."
After dealing with the swarm of bees, Chen Luo did not forget to give instructions to Zhao Qi's puppet who had taken action earlier.
He originally wanted to use the soul-parasitic insect to subdue these bee colonies, but the six-winged centipede jumped out excitedly and froze it to death with frost first.
The poisonous bee that fell to the ground shattered into ice chips and turned into wisps of cold air, which returned to the body of the six-winged centipede, making its white color even purer.
Mrs. Hua stood by with a dazed look on her face.
He glanced at Wuxiang, who was being held in Zhao Qi's palm and struggling, and then glanced at the frost and snow on the ground, and was unable to come back to his senses for a while.
'Is this the formless?'
Madam Hua swallowed her saliva and pointed at the black monster in Zhao Qi's hand and asked. At this moment, she felt that her Tao heart, which had been condensed from her ten thousand years of practice, was shaken.
"It's quite powerful."
Chen Luo walked over and looked at the black monster that Zhao Qi was holding in his hand, and poked it. This thing felt very soft, like cotton. This was the result of Zhao Qi suppressing it with his immortal power. If he let go, this thing would immediately disperse and escape.
'Evil spirits have no form, they are good at reading people's hearts, they change in a thousand ways, and they reflect their true nature.'
Above the clouds.
Two figures, one fat and one thin, were sitting cross-legged on it. The tall male cultivator was holding an apricot-yellow flag, and the short female cultivator was holding a clay pot.
"I don't know why the master sent us here to do this kind of mission. It's really boring. These monks from the lower realm are as weak as insects."
The tall male cultivator was yawning, looking like he hadn't woken up yet.
"The master naturally has his own calculations when he does things. What we have to do is to complete the tasks assigned by the master and not let him down." The short female cultivator Song Jia stared at the pottery jar in her hand and replied expressionlessly.
Both of them are boys beside the demon fairy.
Although they are called boys, each of them is quite old. They are both of high rank, and are the incarnations of the magic grass brought down from the upper realm by the demon immortal. Their lifespans are far beyond what the cultivators in the lower realm can match.
"What is the origin of this Wanxiang Xianmen? Why didn't I hear about this force when I went down the mountain last time?"
The tall male cultivator is named Shangnan, and he is the incarnation of a white peach tree.
The female cultivator Song Jia is the incarnation of a willow tree, and both of them are extremely rare wood monsters.
"It's just a small and unknown faction. What really matters is the person who controls this force."
Song Jia knows a lot more.
He took his eyes off the pottery jar and started chatting with Shang Nan.
She was actually quite bored. For the two of them, the spiritual energy in the lower world was turbid and they could not practice cultivation there. If their spiritual bodies were polluted, it would be very troublesome to practice cultivation later. Not only could they not practice, but every time they went down the mountain, they had to add a layer of spiritual energy to protect their bodies to ensure the purity of their spiritual bodies.
"It is said that the headmaster of the Wanxiang Immortal Sect crawled out from the First Forbidden Zone. He may be related to the deceased master."
"Evergreen?"
Shang Nan's eyes widened. He really didn't know there were so many secrets in this mission. If Song Jia hadn't mentioned it, he would have thought that this mission was the same as the previous ones, and that they were all arranged casually by the master.
This is also related to Shangnan's personality. He usually spends most of his time practicing in the mountains and never cares about the things down the mountain. In contrast, Song Jia is much smarter. This woman not only cares about the things down the mountain, but also supports a force of her own down the mountain.
Song Jia learned this information from the forces she supported.
"Be careful with your words!"
Song Jia immediately interrupted Shang Nan's words.
Shang Nan reacted quickly. Since they all came from the fairyland, they naturally understood the taboos there.
"Is it really related to that person?"
"It's just a guess. This person rose too fast. He appeared in the time it took the master to refine a furnace of elixirs. His strength grew beyond his control, so the master planned to capture him and take away his secrets."
Song Jia made a special explanation.
She was specifically reminding Shang Nan not to have any bad thoughts. The things that the master likes are not something that people like them can touch. If they are not careful, they will be thrown into the mortal world and fall into the cycle of reincarnation.
The two chatted for a while.
He talked about the mission and then the Evergreen Immortal Emperor, and then talked about some secrets from thousands of years ago.
"Why haven't you come back yet?"
Song Jia frowned and looked at the pottery jar in her hand, feeling something was wrong.
The pottery jar in her hand was a magic weapon given to her by the master. It was the top magic weapon to imprison Wuxiang. In the past, when she was doing tasks, she only needed to release Wuxiang and wait for the rest. But this time, after such a long time, Wuxiang did not come back, which meant that Wuxiang was blocked by someone.
In this world of cultivating immortals, there are only a handful of forces that dare to stand in the way of Wuxiang.
"It looks like someone has interfered."
Shang Nan narrowed his eyes and found that the apricot yellow flag in his hand was also affected. All the bee swarms he had released before disappeared, and not a single one flew back. Not only that, half of the power stored in the apricot yellow flag also disappeared, as if it was intercepted by some invisible thing.
"You dare to go against the master's will! You really don't know how to live or die."
Song Jia stood up and her expression became serious.
The mission seems to have gone wrong. (End of this chapter)
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