While Mr. Li was watching the eight people catching evil spirits for him, he held a huge spiritual fruit in his left hand and a very exquisite wine pot in his right hand. In the wine pot was spiritual wine full of spiritual power.
He took a bite of the spiritual fruit and drank a sip of spiritual wine, living a very comfortable life.
The evil ghost has devoured many souls and now has abundant soul power. He may not be as good as the foundation-building cultivators in a single fight, but if they help each other, they can handle one or two.
In addition, the eight people were not of one mind and were always secretly trying to trip up others, so the evil ghost persisted for a while.
At this moment, there was a loud sound of breaking through the air in the distant sky, and a long purple rainbow was seen approaching quickly.
The purple rainbow was filled with lightning, and wherever it passed, the clouds overlapped, forming a long cloud.
"Flying in the sky, a cultivator who has reached the Jindan stage!" There was envy in the eyes of Mr. Li, the rich man. He looked at the figure in the purple rainbow and wondered when he would be able to reach the Jindan stage.
He has been stuck in the late stage of foundation building and has been in the state of great perfection for more than thirty years.
The purple light dissipated, and a burly figure walked out from it. The man's eyes were like lightning, sweeping across the many cultivators here. All those who looked at him paused.
"The Hanshan Patriarch... I never thought he would be the first Jindan cultivator to come here."
"I heard that he went into Ganzhi Mansion, why did he come out so quickly and come here?"
A group of cultivators looked at him, and soon they discovered that there were new scars on the exposed upper body of the Hanshan Patriarch, which had not yet scabbed over.
Everyone quickly realized that this must be the injury sustained in Gan Zhifu.
"Even the Hanshan Patriarch who practiced the Purple Thunder Body Tempering Method was injured. He was a Jindan cultivator who could split gold and stone with his bare hands and move the earth. It seems that we did not go to Ganzhi Mansion. It was a wise choice."
Some people analyzed secretly and felt fortunate for their own wisdom.
"Hmph!" The ancestor of Hanshan snorted, and purple arcs of electricity spewed out of his nostrils. He stared at the Snow Palace without looking away and walked in.
He did enter Gan's Palace, and with his strong body, he rushed all the way and passed the fourth level. However, at the fifth level, he encountered the Three Immortal Taoists who were stagnant.
Even with the two of them working together, they couldn't even get past the fifth level.
He did not gain any benefit in Ganzhi Mansion and was injured instead. This made the Hanshan Patriarch give up immediately and retreat from Ganzhi Mansion.
Afterwards, he heard about the existence of the Underworld and immediately rushed over to take a look.
After entering the Snow Palace.
The front yard of the Palace of the Underworld appeared in front of the ancestor of Hanshan. The corridor in front of the front yard was filled with shadowy figures, and many monks stopped there. His eyes sank, and he saw three monks' bodies frozen into ice sculptures in that ordinary front yard.
The ice sculpture maintained its running forward posture, with ecstasy still visible on its face.
This all points to one fact.
"The formation here is so powerful that these three people were frozen into ice sculptures before they even had time to react." Although the Hanshan Patriarch was a physical cultivator, he was also very attentive and spotted the problem immediately.
"It's a pity that I only cultivate my physical body and know nothing about formations. If I can't enter, then wouldn't that be..."
The Hanshan Patriarch muttered a few words, then suddenly turned around, his gaze seemingly able to penetrate the Snow Palace and look at the distant sky behind him.
A white shadow came from that direction at an extremely fast speed and arrived near the Snow Palace in the blink of an eye.
The Hanshan Patriarch immediately smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Gongzhi, why don't you come in quickly?"
The Foundation Establishment cultivators in the corridor all had strange expressions on their faces: "Another Core Formation cultivator has arrived."
"It's a pity that the formation here is too strong. If we could have gone in earlier, we would have gained something. But now, we have no chance anymore..." Everyone felt sorry, but did not leave.
Even if you can't snatch the treasure from the Jindan cultivators, it's good to take a look and broaden your horizons.
The cultivator who appeared outside was Gongzhi Sanniang, who was famous for her beast taming skills. In addition to her superb beast taming skills, she also possessed a magic weapon for breaking formations obtained from Zhizhi Mansion.
The ancestor of Hanshan remembers this very clearly.
"Fellow Daoist from Hanshan is also unable to go deeper?" Gongzhi Sanniang's figure flashed and entered the snow palace. A faint fragrance emanated from her body.
The foundation-building monks were all invigorated after hearing this, and looked at her with bright eyes.
Gongzhi Sanniang ignored the people around her and only looked at the ancestor of Hanshan with a faint smile on her face.
The Hanshan Patriarch said, "There is a formation blocking this place. I am just a rough man and can only use brute force to break the formation. If Daoist Fellow Gongzhi had not come, I would have done so. But since you are here, please take action."
Gongzhi Sanniang didn't care about these things.
They were all cultivators from Jingwu Country. Since they had come to the Demon Island together to explore and search for the treasures left by the Demon Lord of Baofu, it was natural that the more capable they were, the more work they would do in this challenge.
If it were monks from a different kingdom, they would probably use this to extort some benefits, but they would not.
"Tianxuan Spirit Pearls." Gong Zhi Sanniang took out a set of sparkling spirit pearls without saying a word. These spirit pearls flew out of her palm and fell directly into the front yard.
At the same time, the temperature in the front yard suddenly dropped, and the cold air spread out, instantly reaching the Tianxuan Lingzhu and freezing it.
There are a total of one hundred and one Tianxuan Spirit Pearls in that set.
They were frozen in mid-air, like lumps of ice. The monks nearby looked at them with surprise.
"The formation left behind by the Demon Lord of the Treasure Mansion is indeed somewhat difficult to decipher." Gong Zhi Sanniang said calmly with a smile, "But I have a treasure in hand, so breaking the formation won't be difficult."
Hearing her say this, the other cultivators, including the ancestor of Hanshan, felt relieved.
Gong Zhi Sanniang made hand gestures with her hands, and the one hundred and one Tianxuan Lingzhu that were frozen into ice lumps vibrated together, and the ice chips on them shattered and fell to the ground with a rustling sound.
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