Chapter 943 Temporary Escape

Wanxiang Xianmen.

The mountain gate was silent, and the prosperity before seemed to be a dream. It rose quickly and fell quickly. It was like a grand fireworks display, and after it bloomed, only a mess was left.

In the depths of the forest, a group of monks wearing Wanxiang Xianmen clothes walked slowly forward.

There were about fifty people. In addition to Tang Hai and his three companions, Elder Sun and his party were also there. After experiencing ups and downs, those who are willing to stay are considered true confidants.

"Master, do we still have a chance to go back?"

Elder Xiao looked back at the sect behind him, his eyes full of reluctance.

Although they have not joined the sect for a long time, Elder Xiao and his three companions really regard Wanxiang Xianmen as their home. The blood demon rebellion destroyed their place of practice, and it was Wanxiang Xianmen that accepted them and gave them a new habitat. For people like them, Wanxiang Xianmen is their second home. Now they are forced to flee, and they are naturally very unwilling in their hearts.

"I will come back."

"Let's just fight them! Those immortal clans won't let us live at all!" Elder Gui suddenly said.

Among the three, he was the most reluctant one.

Elder Gui was a weapon refiner.

For weapon refiners, a top-grade weapon refining place is something worth risking their lives for. The weapon refining treasure land of Wanxiang Xianmen was arranged by Chen Luo. There is a ball of top-grade spiritual fire inside, and the subsequent arrangement of the weapon refining hall also exhausted Elder Gui's efforts.

Now that the weapon refining pavilion has just reached a certain scale, it is forced to leave its hometown. Although everything that can be moved has been moved, the spiritual veins under the ground cannot be moved. I don't know how long it will take to find such a suitable weapon refining treasure land next time. The same is true for Elder Yu next to him. Alchemy and weapon refining are common, and the spiritual fire treasure land is more formal in the eyes of alchemists.

"As long as people are still there, Wanxiang Xianmen is still there."

Tang Haiyi stopped and persuaded.

Why would he be willing to leave? But the situation was stronger than the person, and the order to leave the sect was personally passed to him by the ancestor. Even a strong man of the ancestor's level needed to temporarily avoid the sharp edge, so how could they resist it head-on.

"When the ancestor comes back, we will definitely get back everything we lost! What we have to do now is to wait."

Everyone around him fell silent after hearing this. It's not that they don't have confidence in Chen Luo, but that the concept of time for cultivators is very vague. The higher the cultivation level, the more indifferent time is. A retreat in the eyes of a strong man is likely to be the rest of their lives.

"The Immortal Gate may have a chance to rise again, but we old guys will probably not see it."

Just as several people were talking.

A burst of light suddenly came from the land where the Wanxiang Immortal Gate was behind.

A group of people subconsciously looked back and saw a hand falling from the sky. At this moment, all the light between heaven and earth disappeared, leaving only the light green hand falling above the Wanxiang Immortal Gate.

Ka! !

The ground cracked, and the two fingers in the air slowly pinched up and lifted up.

After a violent shock, the entire mountain range cracked from the middle. Tang Hai and others only felt a panic in their hearts, and vaguely seemed to hear the roar of a giant dragon.

The light yellow breath left the ground and was pinched up by the two fingers.

"Just a medium-sized spiritual vein?"

A puzzled voice came out, and the person who took action seemed to have encountered something incomprehensible. After a while, the hand was pulled upwards. Like pinching an earthworm, the entire spiritual vein was pulled out from the ground. The light yellow ground vein aura was dragged into the clouds, and then returned to silence.

Tang Hai and others standing in the distance swallowed subconsciously.

Extracting the aura of the ground vein rewrites the spiritual vein pattern of the cultivation world.

This power has exceeded their cognition.

'Is this the opponent of the ancestor? ’

Everyone felt a chill in their hearts, and they felt that they might not be able to return to the Wanxiang Immortal Sect. Even Tang Hai, the acting head, was shaken.

The feeling of hearing from others and seeing with one's own eyes is completely different.

Thunderbolt! !

There was a thunder in the sky, and heavy rain poured down.

The turbid muddy water slid down the mountain. After losing the protection of the spiritual vein, the mountain where the Wanxiang Immortal Sect was located became an ordinary mud mountain. Under the scouring of rain, several areas collapsed, and large pieces of mud and rock flow slid down the mountain.

The flowers, plants and trees on the mountain were visibly withered and yellow.

The smell of decay and decay permeated from the ground. This territory that the former sect had finally snatched turned into ruins. In a few years, this place will become a place without spirits like the Guixu Sea, and even the surrounding vegetation will degenerate into sand.

"Can we really go back?" Elder Yu asked bitterly.

"Yes!"

After a long silence, Tang Hai turned around and continued to move forward. The aura on their bodies was all covered by the Yiming Gu, and the vitality they showed was as weak as that of an ant. Even the immortal in the sky could not sense it.

Chen Luo, who was heading to the Emperor's Tomb, turned his head subconsciously.

He glanced over and saw this scene.

"Immortal?"

Chen Luo retracted his gaze and continued to speed up. The world of immortal cultivation is very simple. No one here will talk about fairness with you. The enemy will not wait for you to break through to the same realm as him before taking action. Just like the disputes between countries, the strong country will not wait for the weak country to develop. What they like to do most is always to bully the weak with the strong.

A few days later.

Chen Luo, who was hiding his figure, returned to the edge of the Emperor's Tomb.

The thieves dug from Ge Xian and Kuishan in the past have been restored by the nine tribes in the tomb-keeping, and the fibrous roots of the big locust tree are blocked. If you want to enter the imperial tomb, you must break through.

With Chen Luo's current strength, it is not difficult to break in.

The difficulty is how to not attract others' attention.

The fall of the Lord of Wanfa Pavilion is the beginning. The influence is far beyond the previous blood demon. As the strongest among the nine tomb-controlling clans, after the fall of the Lord of Wanfa Pavilion, he will surely wake up other sleeping old monsters. The enemy you will face next is likely to be the joint efforts of eight old monsters.

Eight enemies holding immortal weapons, plus one immortal peeking in the dark.

This is the main reason why Chen Luo didn't hesitate at all and chose to run away directly. Compared with the world of immortal cultivation outside, the Emperor's Tomb is his base camp and his place of rise. Brother Changqing's remaining brain was also inside. In the world of the Emperor's Tomb, he was not afraid of all the nine tribes in the tomb-suppressing battles.

At worst, I would hide in Brother Changqing's imperial tomb. After cultivating to this level, there are no secrets in this world of immortal cultivation to Chen Luo. Brother Changqing's personality is the strongest he has ever seen so far.

Although the immortal weapons of the nine clans of tomb-controlling the tombs are powerful, they have to be kept in Brother Changqing's imperial tomb.

‘All things are confused with miasma, and you can avoid the perception of the big locust tree. ’

In the external brain, the new Wanfa Pavilion Master immediately emerged and gave his opinions. Shang Nan and Song Jia also gave feedback. These two boys are also a genius of plants and trees, and have sufficient experience in dealing with the big locust trees.

"Use all things to get confused."

Chen Luo weighed a little and made a decision.

What he had to do was to sneak in, not to kill the big locust tree. If the Dahuaishu Tree is killed now, the people of the nine tribes in the tombs will definitely notice it as soon as possible. At that time, the originally relaxed escape journey will become full of variables.

Things like variables often represent trouble.

"rise."

Chen Luo pressed his right hand on the ground, and his spiritual power spread in all directions like water patterns. After a moment, a ball of white mist rose up along the ground. These mists were like living monsters, surrounding Chen Luo, and their robe also swayed. The aura around him changed rapidly under the influence of these mists, and the aura belonging to the Lord of Wanfa appeared on him.

The single fog was a bit risky. For safety reasons, Chen Luo called the brain of the Lord of Wanfa Pavilion. As one of the nine old monsters in the nine tomb-keeping tribes, Dahuaishu must have known the aura of the Lord of Wanfa Pavilion. With the deterrence of this aura, Dahuaishu will never come to check it out, but will only avoid it from afar. (End of this chapter)