I am cultivating immortals in mortal science

Chapter 155 Reborn
More than ten days later, several rays of light flew over from the southwest and southeast of the deserted island at the same time, and stopped outside the white sea fog at the same time.

These two teams are all foundation-building monks, and their numbers are not many, not more than three or four, which is considered the standard number of foundation-building monks going out to sea to hunt monsters.

They were wearing blue and yellow robes respectively, apparently from two sects.

Among the group of monks in blue robes, the leader was an old man in Confucian shirts. He looked at the other group of monks hundreds of feet away, with a serious and vigilant look on his face at first, but after he saw who was coming, Immediately, he smiled slowly, and said loudly:
"Emissary Zhuo You, I haven't seen you for a few years, but he was even more beautiful then!"

Zhuo Ruting was slightly taken aback when she heard the words, and stared at the old man in the Confucian shirt for a while before realizing that the other party was Guardian Fan of Haoshumen.

Miaoyinmen and Haoshumen have many business contacts, and Zhuo Ruting has acquainted with this old man on several occasions.

After discovering that the other party was a monk from a good sect, both sides secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but fly closer. After all, more and more monks will definitely come here later.

As they approached, those bookish early-stage foundation-establishment cultivators of Haoshumen still looked like gentlemen on the surface, but they always glanced at the three foundation-establishment female cultivators led by Zhuo Ruting.

They didn't have any evil intentions, they were just curious that the scar on the other's chest was a little deeper.

And the female cultivators of Miaoyinmen are all proficient in seductive arts, how can they not know what these nerds are thinking, but at this time they all behave relatively indifferently, obviously they look down on these monks of Haoshumen.

"Fan Hufa, I think that spiritual wave came from this sea fog, why don't we join hands to find out?"

Zhuo Ruting's eyes lit up with aura, obviously cast some kind of spell to enhance eyesight, but what she saw was still a vast expanse of whiteness, and she even felt a little dizzy after watching for a while.

"Not right." The old man in the Confucian shirt shook his head intently, and said solemnly:

"The violent spiritual tide, although it is most likely caused by the birth of treasures, may also be caused by the advancement of high-level monsters, or the casting of spells by senior masters. If we rush in rashly, we must seek our own death.

I'd better not do that pathfinder. "

Zhuo Ruting couldn't help but nodded slightly after hearing this. Anyway, there are many immortal cultivators rushing here, and some of them are impatient.

If someone really finds the treasure at that time, it won't be too late to fight for it.

While the two were talking, they suddenly sensed three tyrannical auras of mana coming from a distance, and they couldn't help showing shock.

There are three alchemy stage monks here!
Not long after, Yelong Island and his party appeared above the sea fog.

Cultivator Zilongpao looked at Zhuo Ruting and the group, and a flash of light flashed in his eyes immediately, and a murderous look arose spontaneously.

Miaoyin sect is one of the few sects that are closer to Master Tianhuo, and against Master Tianhuo, Yelongdao definitely wants to kill him quickly.

"Purple Dragon Envoy, more and more monks are gathering here, we should not make extra troubles, let's collect the treasures earlier."

Elder Jiang cupped his hands to persuade him, he didn't want to make any troubles in the only chance to make up for his mistakes.

"Hmph! Good luck to them!"

The cultivator in the purple dragon robe snorted coldly, turned his gaze to the sea mist, and saw at a glance that the mist had the effect of charming mind, immediately sacrificed a folding fan, and used enough mana to fan the sea mist three times.

Zhuo Ruting in the distance let out a long sigh of relief, the palpitation just now was really scary.

The old man in Confucian shirt was also shocked that there happened to be three alchemy stage monks in the nearby waters on Yelong Island, and he couldn't help smiling wryly.

"Emissary Zhuo You, it seems that even if there is a treasure, it is destined to fall into the hands of Yelong Island."

Everyone was a little bit unwilling, but right now they could only blame themselves for their bad luck, only the curiosity left in their hearts made them stop here.

I saw that after the alchemy cultivator of Dragon Island sacrificed the magic weapon that night, a whirlwind more than ten feet high quickly formed in front of him, roaring towards the sea fog below.

The strong wind rolled up the white mist, just like a bowl of white water was stirred by the fingers of a giant, and most of the sea fog covering the deserted island dissipated in an instant.

Intense multicolored rays of light emerged from the remaining light mist wall, arousing the minds of the immortal cultivators present.

"There is such a strong five-colored precious light, Fan Hufa, do you know what kind of treasure can produce this kind of vision?!"

Zhuo Ruting stared straight ahead, licking her dry lips from panting.

"I don't know, this is the first time I've seen such a vision, it's really an eye-opener."

The old man in the Confucian shirt stared intently at the vision revealed in the sea fog, and said in amazement.

On the other side, the cultivator in the purple dragon robe took back the magic weapon with a cloudy expression, and said in a deep voice:

"The crazy fan can't blow away the mist completely. Presumably this mist is not natural, and it is most likely a cover array set up by someone."

"What the Purple Dragon Envoy said is very true, but judging by the strength of this formation, the person who gets there first should not have reached Nascent Soul yet."

Elder Jiang caressed his beard, frowning tightly.

"Martial nephew Huang, could it be that they were murdered because they smashed through the person who hid the treasure here?"

Elder Xia suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and felt that this matter was very possible, otherwise, with their name in Yelong Island, no one would take the initiative to provoke them.

"Hmph! That's the eighth achievement. Elder Jiang, you bring your disciples into the formation with me, while Elder Xia stays outside the formation, blocking the other immortal cultivators who came three miles away!"

The Zilongpao cultivator hated the authenticity, immediately arranged the task, and took the lead to fly to the fog wall.

With an order, the cultivators of Yelong Island immediately divided into two groups.

One group was led by the cultivator in the purple dragon robe and flew towards the fog wall, and the other group was led by Elder Xia with six foundation-building disciples, who lined up on the fog wall and watched the monks coming one after another coldly.

"Fellow daoists, it's fine to watch the excitement, but don't get too close!"

Elder Xia sacrificed a ferocious bone knife magic weapon, released his mana breath of a monk in the alchemy stage, and frightened the monks from other sects who came successively so that no one dared to approach.

At the same time, cultivator Zilongpao and Elder Jiang had already flown into the fog wall, and the two of them only felt a stagnation of consciousness, but after concentrating for a while, the strangeness disappeared without a trace.

The two sneered, and then flew forward for about a mile. Suddenly, a deserted island came into view.

"What is that!"

The five-color giant ring with a height of nearly a hundred feet and a diameter of more than ten miles stunned Elder Jiang.

"What an amazing aura! Could it be a formation?!"

Cultivator Zilongpao's face turned ugly for a moment, and he could not stop breathing when he sensed the massive aura of heaven and earth contained in the colorful giant ring.

If this is really a formation, then those who can set up this formation must be monks in the Nascent Soul stage, and they are afraid that they have already sent sheep to the tiger's mouth!

"Master Dragon Envoy, look, there seems to be someone in the center of the giant ring!"

A foundation-building disciple exclaimed.

Everyone looked in the direction the disciple was pointing at, and saw a pale young male cultivator sitting cross-legged in a huge pit with his brows trembling, as if he was at a critical moment in his cultivation.

What is even more striking is that there is a golden ball floating above this person's head, and the previous spiritual wave was composed of the golden spirit energy, which makes people have to associate with it.

"Purple Dragon Envoy, this person seems to be a monk in the early stage of alchemy, and his breath is unstable, as if he has just been seriously injured."

After Elder Jiang sensed it clearly, he said with a murderous look.

"You and I will fight together to kill this person, and we must not let him have the opportunity to use the treasure on his head!"

The cultivator in the purple dragon robe immediately thought that the cultivator in the center of the giant ring made a mistake when refining the heavy treasure, so that the aura of the heavy treasure leaked out, and he was also severely injured.

Elder Jiang didn't want to try the magical power of the golden ball, so he flew forward with the purple dragon robe monk without saying a word, and sacrificed their own magic weapons together.

I saw two streamers of light drawn out by two long knives, one purple and one yellow, and shot at the monks in the huge pit.

However, seeing that he was about to die, the monk suddenly calmed down, and even a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In an instant, cultivator Zilongpao and Elder Jiang sounded a warning sign in their hearts. They quickly mentioned mana and put up their protective spirit shields with all their strength.

At this moment, a dazzling golden light shot out from the golden ball, instantly enveloping the two alchemy cultivators on Yelong Island.

The protective spirit shields of the two of them were pierced by golden light as if there was nothing there, and then they felt itchy all over their bodies, and they fell into boundless darkness before their eyes.

Followed by the three Yelong Island disciples, they saw the terrifying scene that they will never forget in their lifetime.

After being brushed by the golden light of the golden ball, the two elders froze in mid-air. The next moment, their bodies squirmed strangely, and burst into countless screaming, finger-sized insects with a bang!

Their hair, eyeballs, internal organs, and even their bones seemed to have their own life, turning into insects of different shapes.

These insects did not exist for long, and after a few breaths, they exploded one after another, turning into balls of rotten meat.

"Demon monster!"

The three Foundation Establishment Stage disciples were frightened and frantically fled outside the island.

At this time, the golden ball spread its wings "swipely", and a carved head with exquisite crown crystals on the center of its eyebrows slowly lifted up, raised its head to the sky and let out a resounding cry.

Xiao Jin, reborn!
"Kill them all, leaving no one behind."

Luo Hong said coldly, it was just when he noticed Xiao Jin's awakening that he didn't forcibly interrupt the exercise.

Since these people have seen the colorful giant ring, they must silence it!
After receiving the order, Xiao Jin's eyes flashed fiercely, he flapped his wings, and used his innate supernatural power, Golden Light Escape, but his escape speed was many times faster than before.

After more than ten breaths, she caught up with the three fleeing desperately. After revealing her figure, she immediately spread her wings, and countless golden lightsabers shot out from her wings.

Two of them tried to rely on the magic weapon to resist, but they were quickly pierced by the lightsaber and cut into pieces.

The other person was smarter, his skin turned red all of a sudden, his escape speed instantly doubled, he escaped from the envelope of the lightsaber rain, and fled into the fog wall while Xiao Jin killed his two fellow disciples.

Naturally, Xiao Jin would not let this person go, he flapped his wings and chased after him again.

At this time, the monks outside the fog wall were still unaware of the upheaval on the deserted island. Elder Xia still kept his face sullen and prevented the monks from other sects from approaching the fog wall, but he didn't know that they were already in great trouble.

(End of this chapter)