Cultivation of Immortality Begins from the Red Mansion

"Now that this beast dares to appear like this, I'm afraid there are other helpers. This time these Nascent Soul ghosts appear in such a large number, it seems that the Heaven's Gate is not far away from opening. Unfortunately, this is a dead end for us..."

Qing Yi frowned and saw that King Yasha on the other side was not in a hurry to move forward, so he said slowly with a vigilant expression.

At this time, there was a whirring sound of wind behind him, and a huge skeletal bird about a hundred feet suddenly flashed out.

"Yaksha, go quickly, two mid-stage human Nascent Soul monks are here..."

The voice was as harsh and unpleasant as a night owl, hoarse and low, with the sound of bones in the throat rubbing against each other.

Qing Yi and Shen Hong both looked forward and saw a huge skeletal bird about a hundred feet long, its whole body covered in extremely rich, almost dark red flames.

A pair of huge dark red flame wings over a hundred feet long were trembling up and down.

"This bird is also a Nascent Soul ghost. This kind of flame is similar to Ji Lingyu's spiritual beast Nine Netherworld Phoenix. However, this Yin attribute flame is too sinister and is an ominous thing."

Qing Yi stared at the dark red flame skull bird and said calmly.

"Nine Netherworld Phoenix? Is it the human boy with the powerful Netherworld Flame that the Skeleton King said? This Nine Netherworld Flame will restrain us to death."

At this time, King Yaksha said in a low voice: "That kid, zombie, and that old monster are chasing after him. He is one level higher than us in cultivation, and his zombie body is not afraid of the flames of the netherworld. You can't do anything here, let's go there and have a look." "

"Forget it, although I originally didn't want to mess with that bird, if I can devour it, I won't be able to catch it in the middle stage of Nascent Soul."

After the two ghosts communicated like this, their figures gradually disappeared and disappeared without a trace.

"Junior brother, are these two Nascent Soul ghosts really gone?"

Qing Yi did not speak, but threw out a large white disc with his palm. With a move of his right hand, the white disc shone brightly. A white light curtain blocked the space of several hundred feet, and the red mist inside gradually Disperse.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man with a square face stopped talking. He sat cross-legged, changed the techniques of his hands, closed his eyes, and began to calm down and regulate his breathing with an expressionless face.

Qing Yi put the long cyan sword in his left hand into the scabbard at his waist, and sat cross-legged. However, he did not adjust his breath, but stared ahead at the red mist, and remained motionless for a long time.

After a while, two white escaping lights flashed at extremely fast speeds, and Yukong stayed in front of the white light curtain.

In front of him is a thin old man in white Taoist robes, and next to him is a middle-aged man in white Taoist robes.

"Disciple, Qing Yi has met two ancestors!"

When the young man in white robe saw these two people appearing, he immediately stood up and saluted respectfully.

At this time, the square-faced middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes, stopped the exercise in a panic, and was about to stand up.

But he saw the thin old man in white robes smiling and saying: "Shen Hong, there is no need to be polite. You have consumed too much spiritual power, so you should adjust your breath for a while first."

"Thank you, Patriarch Daoyuan. I have met Patriarch Daoxuan."

The square-faced middle-aged man still stood up and bowed.

Daoxuan, a middle-aged man in white robe, stood in the air without saying a word.

The old man named Daoyuan shook his head slightly and ignored the square-faced middle-aged man and looked at the young man in white robe.

"Qing Yi, please tell me in detail, where is Zhang Yuan now?"

The young man in white robe looked sad, lowered his head and said: "Senior Brother Zhang Yuan has fallen, killed by the Skeleton King..."

Dao Yuan sighed, but said nothing. Dao Xuan, who was beside him, had an expressionless face and asked in a deep voice: "What will happen this time? You have to come back from the beginning."

Qing Yi looked solemn and said slowly: "Reporting to Patriarch Daoxuan, the three disciples and brothers were ordered to hunt down the Tiangui Sect monks. After receiving the Great Elder's decree, they secretly explored the Netherworld Canyon and followed the two Tiangui Sect monks to this canyon. During the process, we met Ji Lingyu of Xiaoyao Sword Sect in the inner valley. Later, Wanpuppet of Tiangui Sect was hunted down by the Zombie King in the middle stage of Yuanying. We were defeated by the zombie king, and Senior Brother Zhang Yuan was hunted down by the zombie king in the early stage of Yuanying. The Sky Ghost Skeleton King died in a sneak attack."

"Where are those ghosts now?"

The middle-aged man in white robe asked again in a deep voice.

"We split our ways to escape, but just now my disciple and senior brother were blocked here by King Yaksha. Later, King Yin Xiao seemed to find the two founders, and they fled away. The zombie king went after Ji Lingyu of the Xiaoyao Sword Sect, The Skeleton King must have gone after all the puppets of the Heavenly Ghost Sect."

Daoxuan's face was expressionless and he was no longer silent.

At this time, Dao Yuan turned his head to look at him and said: "Ji Lingyu, this little guy is here and there. According to the sect's information, he got the second chapter of Xiaoyaoyou from the secret realm of the Ying family. Could it be that the master of Xiaoyao Sword came to this wild secret realm this time? Send him to investigate first? This is unexpected, someone has dealt with Old Demon Yun."

Daoxuan lowered his head and thought for a moment and said: "I have never heard of this. The casual cultivators in Yunzhou and the Nascent Soul cultivators from big families gathered to start an exchange meeting, preparing to break into this wild secret realm together. It is said that Old Monster Mu of Xiaoyao Sword Sect and Yu Yu The two middle-stage Nascent Soul cultivators, Puppet Sect Qi Lin, are both here. If Master Xiaoyao Sword Master comes here, why should they abandon the near and seek the far away?"

The lean old man Daoyuan lowered his head and thought for a long time, but shook his head.

"It's hard to say. There is a fierce internal struggle in the Xiaoyao Sword Sect. The Xiaoyao Sword Master has been in seclusion all year round and ignores secular things. Unlike our orthodox Taoist sect, which is well-organized internally, this old monster Mu has been seeking to break through the late Nascent Soul and become a great master. The monks have always been at odds with the Piaomiao Peak lineage, let alone the Qi family who control the Puppet Sect..."

Daoxuan frowned when he heard this, but couldn't say anything.

At this time, Qingyi said loudly: "Qi two ancestors, what is going on? If you find Ji Lingyu and ask, you will know. Seeing that there is no chance here, the two Nascent Soul ghosts plotted against Taoist friend Ji's spirit beast. With the zombie king, I'm afraid Fellow Daoist Ji is in danger, why don’t we..."

Dao Yuan looked at the young man in white robe and smiled.

"Qing Yi, this is a good idea. Let's go without further ado. Where did Mr. Ji go? Quickly lead the way."

"Grandmaster, the Xiaoyao Sword sent two people to the left side of the inner valley."

At this time, the square-faced middle-aged man said hurriedly without waiting for Qing Yi to say anything.

"Junior brother, let's go."

Daoyuan said something and then flew away to the passage behind him. The middle-aged man in white robe also turned around and followed closely.

"Senior Brother Shen, your spiritual power has been greatly depleted this time, so why not continue to adjust your breath here?"

"Thank you, Junior Brother Qingyi. I'm fine. I'd better hurry up and follow the Patriarch and the others to avoid missing something important. That's not something I can bear, Senior Brother."

Qing Yi turned his head and glanced at the middle-aged man with a square face. He was a little surprised that Shen Hong had always been silent, so why was he so active today?

But he no longer hesitated, turning into a white light and shooting towards the red mist ahead.

The last middle-aged man with a square face, Shen Hong, turned slightly red at this time. It was obvious that he had not finished adjusting his breath, but he also flashed his body, flew into the air, and rushed forward.