Xiuxian: The Beginning Starts with the Drug Boy

  Chapter 355 Before the storm comes

   More than a year later.

   This day.

   It's night time!

  The crescent moon is in the sky, and the vast galaxy is dotted with many stars!

at this time.

  In the monitoring towers on all sides of Zimu Ling Island, there is a monk sitting cross-legged in the tower pavilion, monitoring the surrounding area outside the island.

  A thousand miles away from this island, there is an island where Cheng Buzheng and Ye Han often 'discuss'!

   On a hill, there were two more uninvited guests.

  Two figures stood on the top of the hill, and a monk wearing a mask of evil spirits was looking towards Zimu Ling Island thousands of miles away.

   "Have you ever seen that purple spirit peach with your own eyes?"

  A dull voice came from the evil spirit mask.

  Behind him, there is also a figure wearing a mask. The difference is that his mask is much simpler, just pure black, without other decorations.

   "Senior, the ancient purple spirit tree is planted in the center of the island, surrounded by a large formation, and I have never seen the true face of the spirit tree."

   "However, when I stepped into the foundation building period before, I saw a vision of a purple spirit peach ripening."

   "Later, by chance, in a treasure record of geniuses, it was discovered that this vision is the unique mature vision of Zilingtao. There is absolutely no mistake in that."

   Heard the words.

  The cultivator wearing the mask of the evil **** nodded. After all, hearing is deception, seeing is believing, and the vision of the purple spirit peach is unique.

   For this reason, he has specially inquired about it, which is not the slightest difference from the previous description.

  This time is just to make sure!

   After all, the benefits involved this time are too great, and the risks are also great.

  In case something happens, it will be a lot of fun.

   Immediately, he said directly:

   "The ripening time of the purple spirit peach has been determined!"

  I saw the figure wearing a black mask, bowed and cupped his fists and said:

   "Reporting to the seniors, according to the time of the last result and the slowing down of the aura in the island now!

  The day when the purple spirit peach is ripe.

   It should be three months later, on the 15th, and the fluctuation will never exceed one hour. "

   Then he hesitated and said:

"but··"

   "The Ma Zhenren who sits on this island is a middle-stage Jindan monk, I don't know if you can be sure!"

   Heard the words.

The cultivator wearing the mask of the evil **** seems to understand his worries. After all, the price of betraying the fairy alliance is definitely not acceptable to ordinary people. Once he is exposed, he will definitely be subject to the "Heavenly Pursuit Order" list.

  Similarly, I and others will also appear on the list of the "Heavenly Pursuit Order", so there must be no mistakes.

  In this operation, we must be cautious and cautious, and we must be fully prepared.

   "Don't worry!"

   "I have already contacted the two Jindan cultivators. Even though the Ma Zhenren has three heads and six arms, this time I will definitely hate him!"

   "This batch of purple spirit peaches, we are bound to get them."

   "However, have you dealt with the back end of your sect?"

  The cultivator wearing the evil spirit mask asked sideways.

  Once the incident happens, the Xianmeng will definitely check the life and death of all guarding monks, if they cannot deal with the soul lamps, soul thinners and other artifacts left by the sect.

   At that time, no matter where they escape, they will definitely be hunted down by the sect, and this action is tantamount to losing face to the Immortal League.

  At that time, they will not only face the opponent's sect, but also the pursuit of Xianmeng, one of the three giants of the human race.

   At that time, there will be no hope of escaping from this catastrophe.

   "Moreover, this real person wants to guard the monks of Zimu Ling Island this time, and all the monks who guard the island will be buried on the island, and no one will escape."

   "Only the dead will not guess our identity through clues."

   "You must understand the powerful relationship among them!"

  His tone was solemn, and he looked in the direction of Zimu Lingdao from afar.

  Hearing this, the figure wearing a black mask also knew that the other party had no intention of crossing the river and demolishing the bridge, and there was no need to use the backhand who had left behind to expose their identities.

   Even so.

  But he still kept an eye out, he knew that he could not compete with the Jindan Daoist in front of him, nor could he escape from his hands, if he took his life afterwards, he would definitely die.

  Therefore, several layers of insurance must be added.

   As for if it is exposed afterwards and the sect is implicated, he can't control so much. Once the body is dead and the way is gone, he doesn't care about the flood outside!

  After analyzing the pros and cons in my mind.

  He knows the other party's true identity, which is his greatest reliance.

   "Senior, I wonder if there are other forces involved?"

   "After all, there are more than one hundred foundation-building monks guarding Zimu Ling Island!"

   "There are not enough foundation-building monks, and it is easy for some monks to escape. Then our identity may be exposed."

  The figure wearing a black mask asked worriedly.

"yes?"

  The figure wearing the mask of the evil **** said something meaningful.

  He knows the underlying meaning of the other person's words.

   Now that he has obtained the specific maturity time of Zi Lingtao, he has no intention of getting rid of this trouble. At this time, this junior has already known the true identity of their group, and the second hand must have been left behind.

   Now killing the other party will not help.

  So, he didn't plan to cover up for those forces, after all, they couldn't bear all the risks.

  Thinking of this, he said directly:

   "Ming clan, Changqing fairy clan..."

  “····”

   A long list came out of his mouth.

  After hearing that so many forces participated in this operation, the monk wearing a black mask was completely relieved.

   It can be said that it is foolproof.

   After all, you live longer with caution.

   Immediately.

  The cultivator wearing the mask of the evil **** said with some doubts in his heart:

   "However, are you sure there is only one Golden Core cultivator on Zimu Ling Island?"

   "There should only be one!"

  The figure wearing a black mask nodded and said:

   "I have stayed on this island for many years, and I have never seen a second Jindan Daoist."

   "Senior, you know that guarding resource-type islands is usually in charge of a Jindan Daoist."

   "We must guard against the opponent's sound transmission method."

   "If you don't stop him at the first time, there will be a teleportation array to help, and soon there will be high-ranking monks from the Immortal Alliance coming with reinforcements."

   At the end, his tone couldn't help but become more dignified!

   Heard the words.

  The figure wearing the evil spirit mask looked far into the distance and said:

   "You don't need to worry about shielding the other party's sound transmission means."

   "Now your only task is to try to find out if there is a second real person on this island."

   "Yes," the black-masked man bowed and cupped his fists and said:

   "The younger generation must try their best to complete it."

"but··"

   "Senior, the formation in the center of the island is the forbidden area of ​​our guarding monks. No guarding monk has ever been able to get a peek inside."

   "If you want to find out if there is any real strength of this island, you need to increase external pressure!"

"Ok!"

  The figure wearing the evil spirit mask pondered for a moment and said:

   "When the time comes, you play by ear."

"yes-"

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  (end of this chapter)