Fantasy: When I encounter strength, I become stronger. My cultivation level has no upper limit.

At this moment.

On the outskirts of the Immortal Burial Ground, countless powerful people gathered. Some were casual cultivators, some were backed by aristocratic families, and some were from the Immortal Sect. In short, they had various identities and were a mixed bag.

Seeing the teams representing the major forces entering one after another, everyone couldn't help but talk excitedly.

"Wow! Even the Lingxiao Immortal Dynasty has taken action. The general personally led 800,000 cavalry deep into the Immortal Burial Ground, hoping to find the best elixir!"

"Look, that's the leader of the Sealing Heaven Sect. I didn't expect that he would personally lead his followers to search for him. He is a powerful and powerful Immortal Emperor!"

"Ten Thousand Immortals Valley, Yanyu Tower, Moying Pavilion... Hiss! These top forces in the Haoran Domain have all sent their own teams to enter the Immortal Burial Ground!"

"As for that? Isn't it just a top-quality elixir?"

"Damn it! How much do you know? If anyone refines such immortal medicine, even an Immortal King-level powerhouse with exhausted potential, has the possibility of breaking through to the Immortal Lord! If it were you, wouldn't you be tempted?"

"Yes, that top-quality elixir has a high probability of creating an immortal! What's more, it is said that it also has the inheritance of some peerless skills. This is an unimaginable blessing! "

"My dear, the inheritance of peerless skills is more valuable than the best elixir itself. No wonder these people are crazy and want to find it!"

"Yes, after all, whoever owns it means that he can kill two birds with one stone, and it will definitely be earned with blood!"

"Hey, tell me, who among the forces present has a chance to get what they want?"

……

There was a lot of people around, and most of them were watching the excitement.

After all, with so many famous and powerful forces involved, how could an ordinary monk get the best elixir?

Instead of rushing in and being cannon fodder, it would be more practical to be a member of the public!

During this period, occasionally some seriously injured monks escaped from the Immortal Burial Ground in panic. Apparently they were attacked by evil spirits inside and had to escape death as a last resort.

"Don't go in! Don't go in!" A man covered in blood seemed to have been stimulated by something. After yelling, his eyes turned black and he fell to the ground unconscious.

"Hey, this is what happens when greed gets the best of you. Do you really think you can enter and exit the Immortal Burial Ground at will? The evil spirits inside are not vegetarians!"

"You are really right. That top-quality elixir relies on the characteristic of evil spirits not being vegetarians and the advantages brought by the environment. It has been forced to deal with millions of monks, and it has been delayed until now!"

"No wonder there are no results during this period! If this is the case, it will be quite difficult to catch that top-grade elixir!"

"you do not say!"

The monks shook their heads.

Looking around, the Immortal Burial Ground is surrounded by a terrifying black mist. It is difficult to see clearly from the outside. Even if you use your spiritual consciousness to sweep it, there are signs of serious obstruction.

At this moment, a large-scale manhunt is underway throughout the restricted area.

From time to time, there are also shouts of death, the roar of evil spirits, and explosions one after another, which shows the fierceness of the fighting.

"Not here!"

"Not here either!"

"Go over there and take a look. We must find the best elixir this time!"

In the endless wasteland filled with black mist, many monks were searching intensively.

Even though there were casualties throughout the process, it could not extinguish the fire in their hearts.

This must turn the place where immortals are buried upside down!

And in a remote cave somewhere, a jar-headed boy was hiding in the darkness, squatting on the ground with his arms folded, shivering.

Weak, helpless, and pitiful!

"The monks in the immortal world are so scary. It's safer to stay with the master."

"However, since I ascended to the immortal world, I have been separated from my master, and there is no way to find him. If there was not this special place to hide, I would have been captured and refined into an elixir, and swallowed by a big boss. My stomach is whining, I feel really miserable..."

Thinking of the dangerous encounters these days, Big Mushroom King felt sad and uncomfortable in his heart.

After being separated from Ye Junlin and others, he originally thought about walking around to see if there was any possibility of finding everyone, but he soon discovered that this idea was too naive.

Because the current area of ​​the Immortal Realm is wider than the Kunlun Realm, which is still in the recovery stage, trying to find his master and fellow disciples is like a mortal trying to find a needle in a haystack, with slim chances.

What was even more unlucky was that in the process of searching, he was targeted by some monks with excellent eyesight. These experienced monks could tell at a glance that he was not a human being and that his true body was a top-grade elixir.

This leads to trouble.

When resisting, the Big Mushroom King had no choice but to use the Qingdi Immortality Technique. As a result, the characteristics of the technique were so unnatural that more and more monks were chasing him, and the team grew crazily along the way...

Finally, the Big Mushroom King was forced into a corner and hurriedly ran into the Immortal Burial Ground.

There is a saying that although this ghost place is eerie, it is very friendly to the medicine tribe, because the evil spirits wandering here are only interested in the flesh and blood of living creatures, and directly ignore the medicine tribe like him.

This means that the human monks who come in to hunt him will encounter many obstacles and their efficiency will be greatly reduced.

The result was just as he expected. At first, groups of teams entered the Immortal Burial Ground, but they all failed and returned with heavy losses.

The Big Mushroom King was very happy and thought that he might as well stay here and consider going out after the limelight had passed.

Unexpectedly, he underestimated his attraction to outside monks. The combination of the best elixir and the inheritance of peerless skills would drive many monks crazy?

Not long after, instead of decreasing, the search team increased rapidly, and the situation became more and more intense.

Everyone was determined to find him!

In response to this, the Big Mushroom King wanted to cry but had no tears.

Facing the countless search teams outside, he had no choice but to huddle in the cave, trembling all over, and praying silently in his heart.

"Can't see me, can't see me, can't see me..."

The jar-headed boy closed his eyes tightly, buried his head on his knees, and muttered silently in fear.

suddenly.

A thick piece of spiritual consciousness swept over from outside and landed on him without any warning.

"not good!"

The Big Mushroom King suddenly opened his eyes, and his whole body was filled with fear.

Outside the cave, a figure with a strong aura landed. It was a skinny old man wearing a black felt hat, with a reddish brow. He had a greedy smile on his lips and excitement in his eyes.

"So you little guy is hiding here, but I have a hard time finding you. If you know your identity, don't make any noise. I don't want others to know that you are here."

This person is the leader of the Fengtian Sect!

"You, what do you want?" Big Mushroom King gritted his teeth and said, frantically mobilizing the Evergreen Immortal Power in his body, ready to fight at any time.

"Hey," the skinny old man's eyes were meaningful. He took out a patched yellow rag bag from behind and shouted to the jarhead boy in front of him:

"Little one, come in!"

The voice just fell.

The yellow rag bag shuddered, and a terrifying attraction burst out from the bag.

"what happened?!"

The Big Mushroom King panicked and felt that it was difficult for him to struggle, and his body flew into the bag uncontrollably.

"Hey, I got it!"

The skinny old man quickly tied up the bag with a proud smile on his face.

This is the Qiankun Bag, a rare space-type top-grade Immortal Emperor weapon. Unless one's cultivation and strength far exceed his, there is no way to avoid the risk of it being taken away.

The Big Mushroom King is still in the realm of the Immortal King. Even if he can rely on the advantages of his skills to fight against the Immortal King, in this case, he can only be taken away by the Qiankun Bag, and he will be trapped in the inner space and difficult to escape.

"Smelly old man, let me out!" Inside the bag, the Big Mushroom King shouted angrily.

"Stop shouting, wait for me to sneak you out, and then find a place to refine you. After understanding the skills on your body, I will not only be able to break through the realm of the Immortal Lord, but also have more powerful means! Come on, come on!"

The skinny old man rubbed his chin and said with a smile: "When everything becomes an established fact, I will be able to call myself the Immortal Lord and be so powerful that I will dominate the whole region!"

Thinking of the fate of being refined, Big Mushroom King shouted desperately: "Just wait, my master will not let you go! He will avenge me!"

Hearing the movement in the bag, the skinny old man was stunned at first and said in surprise: "You still have a master? No wonder you have such ability..."

After a moment, as if he thought of something, the skinny old man snorted coldly, his eyes flashed with a fierce look,

"So what if your master is very powerful? As long as he takes you away without anyone noticing and goes back to completely refine you, will he still be able to find me on my head?"

"As the saying goes, wealth can be found in danger!"

"I must seize this opportunity to become a gentleman no matter what!"

talking.

The skinny old man put the Qiankun Bag into his arms, with a look of excitement on his face. After rushing out of the cave, his expression changed again, and he shouted angrily: "Damn it, there's none here either!"

He pretended to be a show off, and slapped it hard, turning the entire mountain into powder, as if he was letting off steam.

Immediately afterwards, the leader of the Sealing Heaven Sect wandered around and continued to lead his followers in the search.

If at this time, he rashly leads the congregation to leave quickly, it will definitely make people suspicious.

So in order to dispel the doubts of more monks and make the scene more realistic, the skinny old man simply continued to stay, pretending to be searching in vain.

It can be said that he is a cunning old man!