Chapter 3088 Lingbo Valley

"Oh, you recognize me?"

The green-robed old man turned his head, and there was a faint flicker in his eyes, looking at the man who spoke in a flat tone.

"Family teacher Venerable Luyu, three thousand years ago in Yaochi Immortal Palace, the younger generation was with the family teacher. By chance, I was lucky enough to meet the senior."

A black-faced man responded respectfully.

"It turns out that you are Lu Yu's poor apprentice. Well, I have a little impression after hearing what you said. Compared with three thousand years ago, your cultivation level has improved a bit. Unfortunately, Lu Yu's sour Confucianism has fallen into the world. The catastrophe has come." Venerable Qingyan stroked his beard, his voice still sounded lazily.

"What the senior said is true, the master has indeed been dismissed."

The black-faced monk said tremblingly that he originally wanted to pull up the tiger skin as a banner, imagining that relying on the intimidation of his master's reputation, the other party would not necessarily embarrass him.

Who knew that the other party's news was so well-informed. The master's death more than a thousand years ago, obviously only a few of their confidant disciples knew about it.

But the other party understood it so clearly, he naturally didn't dare to deny anything.

The consequences of deceiving an old monster in the tribulation period face to face are not something he can bear.

While the two of them were answering, other monks were also whispering, Venerable Qingyan lives in a simple place, and his reputation is not revealed. After all, old monsters of their level have long since cared about fame and fortune.

But at this moment, there are nearly a hundred immortal cultivators in the hall, and without exception, they are all high-level existences above the distraction stage.

These monks have good knowledge, and a small half of them have heard of Venerable Qingyan's reputation.

But if you have heard it, most of it is just hearsay, because you don't know what kind of temperament this old monster is. He made a clever arrangement and asked his disciples to bring people like himself here. What exactly is he trying to do?

The unknown is the most frightening thing. At this moment, all the immortal cultivators in the hall are beating drums in their hearts.

But everyone knows the truth of shooting the first bird, these guys are just muttering in their hearts, but on the surface, they are down-to-earth, and no one is willing to speak first.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the hall became silent and weird.

At this time, Venerable Qingyan's voice sounded: "Fellow daoists, don't be afraid. Although this old man has set up a trick this time, he has no ill intentions towards everyone."

"No malice, the senior invited us here, it is not a place to chat and drink tea, if you have any errands, please let us know."

A rough voice reached his ears, and Lin Xuan turned his head to follow the sound, but a familiar figure came into view.

It was the old man in the soap robe who brought him here. This guy was short-tempered and finally couldn't help but speak.

His words were interrupted, but Venerable Qingyan didn't get angry, his voice was still lazy: "Lingbogu, I think all the fellow Taoists here should have heard of it."

"What, Lingbo Valley?"

"Did I hear you right, did senior mean Lingbo Valley?"

...

A stone stirred up thousands of waves, and as soon as Venerable Qingyan finished speaking, it was as if a drop of water fell into oil and exploded below.

In cultivating immortals, besides aptitude, the most important thing is opportunity.

And the so-called chance, to be more specific, is nothing more than wanting to get all kinds of natural and earthly treasures by chance, such as panacea, elixir, or secret treasures left by ancient monks.

However, although this matter is simple to say, when you think about it, it is simply illusory. After all, luck is something that cannot be seen or missed, and it is simply invisible...

All the monks present knew this truth, especially when their strength reached their level, it was even more difficult to find suitable elixir treasures.

But having said that, the lost interface is mysterious, and it really had a place a long time ago.

That place is called Lingbo Valley.

No one knows its origin, only know that the environment inside is special, there are countless rare treasures, natural materials, earthly treasures, and various elixir, and it is far easier to find than other places.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the treasure house that cultivators dream of.

However, the world has its own laws. Although there are countless treasures in Lingbo Valley, it is not easy to enter if you want to.

First of all, no one knows where the valley is located, and the search will not be fruitful. Fortunately, every three thousand years, the entrance will naturally appear.

It will be closed naturally after three days, and immortal cultivators who can arrive in time may enter.

Why is it only possible?

Because if you want to enter the Lingbo Valley, you also need to have a cultivation base, which can't be too high or too low.

The range is probably from clutch to distraction period.

In other words, when the entrance is revealed, Clutch, Dongxuan, and immortal cultivators at the level of distraction can all enter.

If the cultivation base is too low, it cannot bear the power of space entering the valley, and it will explode and die. However, the old monsters of the crossing robbery level will encounter an inexplicable repelling force, and they will also not be able to enter the valley.

In the past, whenever the entrance of this valley was opened, there were always countless monks who wanted to go in, looking for opportunities, but about 20,000 years ago, an accident happened.

For some reason, the Nether Dark King wanted to enter this valley.

However, as one of the six kings of the Yin Division, his strength is comparable to the three great loose immortals in the spirit world, and even stronger than the strong men in the later stage of the tribulation, so he will naturally encounter that inexplicable repelling force.

However, such a character as the Nether Dark King, he would not be discouraged by this setback, so what about the power of repulsion, with his absolute strength, he really couldn't get in if he didn't believe it.

In order to be able to enter Lingbo Valley, he even used his domain. I am the master of my domain. Within the domain, he can even change the laws. So what is a mere repulsive force?

Originally, the Nether Dark King was full of confidence, but he forgot that the magic of nature, the domain, is not necessarily omnipotent.

It was self-defeating, the repulsive force of the entrance clashed with its domain, and the final result was that the Dark King of Netherworld failed, and the entrance of Lingbo Valley disappeared from then on. It has never been revealed for 20,000 years.

For this matter, the Youming Dark King has received countless scolding, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the target of public criticism. If his identity and strength are not so important, the monks who have lost their interface must find him to settle accounts.

In a blink of an eye, the entrance of the Lingbo Valley is no longer visible. It has been more than 20,000 years. Although the monks in this world sigh in their hearts, they gradually forget it while regretting it.

Now, almost no one hears mentioning Lingbo Valley anymore, but the old monster in front of him suddenly brings the topic here, is it absolutely aimless?

Although my situation was a bit inappropriate, this topic still aroused the interest of the monks present, and one and two pricked up their ears.

"Could it be that what the senior wants to say has something to do with Lingbo Valley?"