Chapter 402: Palace Gate

Although the middle-aged Confucian scholar smiled and nodded at him, Li Yan did not think that this person was kind. There are all kinds of immortal cultivators with bad faces and vicious hearts. Maybe the warm spring breeze one moment will make you feel worse than death the next moment. Especially people with advanced cultivation, they often have eccentric and moody personalities. This middle-aged Confucian scholar had just seen through his "sneaking at night" at a glance, which made Li Yan very afraid.

"Maybe this middle-aged Confucian scholar wants to enter the Tanxia Palace, so we must stay away from this person. We need to stay away from where he appears. Don't offend him over a trivial matter."

Although Li Yan was thinking this, he was also worried at the same time. If the other party was also targeting the Red Mother Essence, what would he do?

Master Bloodleaf said that the place where the red mother spirit was born was a dangerous place in the palace. After they accidentally obtained it, there was a robbery, and dozens of people died at that time. ??

Although Master Xueye said that most of those who knew about this matter had died in the killing that day, there were still a few who survived like him. These people kept the secret until they were fully prepared to explore in the future. So whether this news spreads is a matter of two opinions.

Li Yan came here to look for the Red Mother Essence, and the chance was extremely slim. Master Xueye said that monks rarely entered that place. They just happened to be outside when a piece of Red Mother Essence was ejected. This kind of opportunity is undoubtedly rare in a thousand years.

When Li Yan arrived at that place this time, he would have to wait for a long time. It might take days or even months with no results. If it didn't work in half a year, he would wait for a year. If there was still no result after a year, he would have to wait for another. Find another way.

Li Yan is still not sure whether he will eventually venture into the depths of the place where the red mother essence erupts, and he will have to adapt to circumstances.

While Li Yan was thinking, there was suddenly some small commotion around him. When Li Yan looked up again, he saw a figure suddenly rising into the sky. As the figure rose into the sky, there was no one beside the lake except the man carrying a bamboo tree. The book boy in the basket looked up to the sky, and the other monks stood up one after another, each of them looking wary and with a hint of fear.

Even Li Yan's spiritual power was faintly fluctuating, because the middle-aged scholar who had been leaning against the big tree suddenly flew into the air, and no one knew what he was going to do.

The aura of the middle-aged Confucian scholar has no fluctuation at all. If someone hadn't been paying attention to him, no one would have noticed that he had flown into the air. The aura of the middle-aged Confucian scholar was not deliberately hidden at all, it was just not obvious at all. If he wanted to kill him here Everyone here will return to the underworld just in the blink of an eye. No one here can react.

While everyone except the book boy was on alert, the figure in the air flashed again and disappeared. No one knew where he had gone.

The actions of the middle-aged Confucian scholar made everyone else confused. They wondered whether this monk with unfathomable cultivation was a

Yes, it's still hidden.

Li Yantong looked at the night sky where the middle-aged Confucian scholar disappeared, and his eyes flashed a few times. In his feeling, the sense of oppression that had always existed before disappeared. He was also judging this monk with unfathomable cultivation. Did he really leave?

In the following time, even if the book boy put down his bamboo basket and sat there with his back against the giant tree, no one dared to come forward, let alone shout and ask.

Perhaps due to the uncertainty of the middle-aged Confucian scholar, everyone stopped talking or whispering, and all sat cross-legged, closed their eyes, and adjusted their breaths. Until a few hours later, no one came here anymore.

In such eerie silence, Li Yan, who had his eyes closed, suddenly heard a few low shouts: "The palace gate is about to open."

Li Yan opened his eyes and looked for his voice, only to see that the monks by the lake began to stand up one after another. Several people were looking at the pool and began to talk quietly. At this time, the originally sparkling mirror-like lake surface was under the water in the center. There seemed to be a golden light appearing dimly, and it became clearer and clearer, as if something was slowly rising from the bottom of the lake.

Li Yan also slowly stood up and looked at the large yellow light in the center of the lake under the night sky, which was like a light that broke the dark night. He looked up at the sky and night, and judged that it was half a stick of incense time before Mao Fashion. , which is the same as what is recorded on the jade slip, then the yellow light under the lake at this moment is the rising palace gate. This process takes about half an hour.

The chatter around them gradually became louder and louder. Except for the five-person group led by two foundation-building monks, which was silent, the remaining twelve people except Li Yan began to look at each other, but in the end their eyes still fell on He went to the direction of the book boy, who had already picked up the bamboo basket again and was looking at the lake with excitement.

Li Yan looked at the scene in front of him, he was still depressed. Before the palace gate was completely exposed to the lake, he had to decide the quota of twelve people to enter today.

Long before, he had seen clearly the distribution of monks here. After the middle-aged Confucian scholar left, there were a total of eighteen people including him. The weakest ones here were himself and the scholar, both of whom were alone in the middle stage of foundation building. Then It is a five-person group led by two late-stage foundation builders.

If nothing else goes wrong, when the scholar is about to enter today, no one should dare to stop him, because no one knows whether the middle-aged Confucian scholar is nearby or not, and it is even uncertain whether the middle-aged Confucian scholar will return by then.

Then the book boy has taken up a spot. Among the remaining people, the two monks in the fake elixir realm are the ones with the deepest cultivation here. Of course, no one will compete with them.

They compete with each other.

Except for Li Yan, the rest of the team is basically a team with late-stage foundation-building and Dzogchen monks. Of course, there are also early-stage and mid-stage foundation-building monks in their team, but the overall combat strength is definitely determined by the strongest monks.

Calculated in this way, by coincidence, among the eighteen people, the five-person team led by two late-stage foundation-building monks and Li Yan were excluded from the twelve places.

Now it seems that the five-person team knew that today's competition was hopeless, so they simply gave up their plan to enter today, but Li Yan had to enter today.

Of course, Li Yan wouldn't waste time here for any reason. It would be fine if he hadn't arrived at Red Maple Pond. It would be useless to think about it at that time. Now that he is here, if he enters so late, there will be more variables in getting the Red Mother Essence. Of course, The sooner he enters, the better. In this way, he has to grab a spot.

Depressed in his heart, there was no emotion on Li Yan's face. Since he had caught up with the crowd, no one could stop him today. He had to enter even if he exposed his strength. However, Li Yan did not go there first, and he also Don't rush.

While everyone was talking, the yellow light under the lake became brighter and brighter, and a shining golden object had an outline, as if the top of a door frame was reflected on the bottom of the lake.

At this moment, a figure shot towards the center of the lake. When everyone stared at it, the figure was already standing above the lake. It was the fake alchemy monk who had been standing by the lake, staring at the water and meditating.

This man is about fifty years old. He is an old man in gray clothes. His hair has turned gray and his face is like bronze. The vicissitudes of life have long been written on his face, but his back is still straight and straight.

"Since all the fellow Taoists are being humble, then Duan must be the first person to enter today. I wonder if all the fellow Taoists have any opinions?"

Just when the old man surnamed Duan started to speak, someone below already said, "It's Duan Weiran, the Heavy Lock and Hanging Heaven. This is not surprising. There are few people here who are his opponents. When no other monks come again, He has already entered the quota.”

"That's of course. Although Fellow Daoist Duan is a casual cultivator, he has learned an ancient immortal art, and his skills are all-powerful. If he hadn't been aloof and arrogant, he had once..." Although those people spoke in very low voices, they did not deliberately avoid outsiders. Of course they were immortal cultivators, including Li Yan, who heard it clearly, but one person stopped talking at the end and stopped talking.

Li Yan has already noticed this person. Who knows that this person is one of the few fake elixir monks here, and this person's spiritual power is condensed and thick, which is one or two better than the other fake elixir. At first glance, it seems that he has been immersed in the realm of fake elixirs for many years.

Duan Weiran obviously heard the discussion below, but he still had no expression on his face.

He stood quietly in the air, but he sighed in his heart. If it hadn't been for an accident in his early years, he might have had hope of entering the Golden Elixir. After all, he had acquired an ancient inheritance of immortal cultivation.

Now that the deadline has come, he has entered the palace under the Red Maple Pond. He wants to go to a place where he can squeeze out his last potential and become a golden elixir. Then he will stay there forever.

But he also knows that although the palace under the Red Maple Pond is isolated from the world, the power of the laws inside will not diminish at all. Even if he squeezes out the last potential, whether he can withstand the disaster is another matter.

He is a casual cultivator. Whether it is cultivating resources or hiring people to protect the law, the price is quite high. He cannot produce so many spiritual stones.

Immortal cultivators have the sorrow of cultivating immortals. Cats, dogs, and cats. No matter who they are, they will have their own friends. Duan Weiran has never thought of asking his friends to protect him for free, but his only friend has been transferred away by the Pure Land Sect.

The old friend left in a hurry. When he left, he just vaguely said that he would be gone for a few years, and did not reveal any useful information. With Duan Weiran's sophistication, he naturally guessed the meaning of what his old friend didn't say.

He could guess that his old friend was going out to perform some secret mission of the Pure Land Sect. This mission should be a disaster, but with his old friend's golden elixir stage, he was unable to judge his final outcome.

"Hahaha, Fellow Daoist Duan is naturally qualified. In fact, there is not much difference between entering the Red Maple Pond one day earlier or one day later. However, Sun will just enter today. After all, the sect has many things to do, so it is better to enter early. Some go back.”

Just as the discussion below started, another figure rose into the air, and then stood about ten feet opposite Duan Weiran.

Duan Weiran raised his head and looked at the person. He was lean, with a long face and a bluish complexion. He had a high eagle nose and was dressed in black robes. He looked like an eagle. It was like this. Another fake elixir monk.

When Duan Weiran saw this, he raised his hands and cupped them without saying anything. The two of them had met at the lakeside before, so it was expected that he would come over.

After the monk surnamed Sun went up, no one was talking about it for a while, but Li Yan saw fear in the eyes of many people.

"In addition to his advanced cultivation, this person must be an evil person. Obviously many people here know him, but no one has spoken out again. I think they are afraid of this person's bad reputation, but they don't know where he comes from. Who sent it?" Li Yan thought in his mind.

For a moment, the entire Red Maple Pool became quiet. The yellow light on the lake became brighter and brighter. The top of a door frame gradually emerged from the water. In the silence, there was only the sound of the door frame breaking through the water.

At this moment, a chuckle fell into everyone's ears, and another person flew into the air.