I am cultivating immortals in mortal science

Chapter 547

Although Luo Hong had been deliberately avoiding Xiang Zhili when he was in the Yellow Maple Valley of the Yue Kingdom, he was still familiar with Old Demon Han, and he had met both sides.

Therefore, Luo Hong had already engraved Xiang Zhili's appearance in his heart.

However, because Xiang Zhili used secret techniques to transform himself into his youthful appearance, Luo Hong's consciousness did not discover his identity the first time he swept across him.

If it wasn't for the cultivator who transformed the spirit to belittle him and didn't restrain his aura with all his strength, Luo Hong wouldn't be able to use his divine sense to sweep at random, and then he would notice that his aura was different, so he took a second look.

As a result, Luo Hong naturally recognized Xiang Zhili, and couldn't help being taken aback.

The next moment, the young monk Xiang Zhili transformed into frowned slightly, and looked in Luo Hong's direction solemnly, obviously aware of Luo Hong's inadvertent leak.

At this time, Luo Hong just wanted to change her appearance, so it was too late to hide her identity, so she could only hold her hand away with a wry smile.

After seeing Luo Hong, the young man Xiang Zhili was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered him, with a look of shock on his face.

Obviously, he has detected Luo Hong's real cultivation level, and he can achieve this achievement in just 300 years, even if it is him, he still has to pay attention to it.

Therefore, the young man Xiang Zhili returned a salute to Luo Hong with a smile, and then pretended nothing happened, continuing to wait for the formation to open.

Seeing this, Luo Hong secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Although he can fight against Zhili even if he faces it directly, but the other party is a cultivator at the peak of the early stage of God Transformation. He has been in the human world for many years and has many treasures in his hands. The pressure is not comparable to that of ordinary monks.

"This old ghost's cultivation is the best in the human world. I never thought that he would be interested in the secrets of the Wuyuan Mountain Range. It seems that I must not be careless.

Since he doesn't intend to communicate, then I'd better not take the initiative to get involved with the other party. "

After Luo Hong made up her mind, she put away all her contempt, and said to the sullen Gong Xuehua:

"After entering, don't leave Baizhang Luo!"

"I know!"

Gong Xuehua, who was still brooding over the matter of the green bamboo, saw Luo Hong's solemn appearance, and felt an irresistible oppressive force, and all the original carelessness disappeared immediately.

After more than an hour, the sun has reached noon, and the bearers of the five families finally moved.

I saw them throwing their respective tokens into the air, and after chanting the formula for a while, five black beams of light shot out from the tokens at the same time, hitting the black tornado in the distance.

Stimulated by this, the black tornado suddenly became more violent, and the howling wind filled the sky and the earth.

But soon, five circular gaps appeared at the bottom of the black tornado.

When it gradually expanded to a diameter of three or four feet, a white spiritual light rushed out, followed five dark beams of light, and reached the commander.

Bathed in this spiritual light, everyone suddenly felt the gust of wind around them, and the pressure suddenly disappeared.

"Go."

Following the order of the head of the palace family, everyone sacrificed the flying magic weapon at the same time, followed the passage of spiritual light, and rushed straight to the gap in the black tornado.

The moment before Luo Hong entered the gap, he activated the hidden psychic talisman, and suddenly a thin layer of silver aura covered his entire body.

The restrictions of the Black Wind Absolute Breath Formation were swept over and over again, but after touching Luo Hong, he passed through his body directly, as if he didn't exist.

As soon as he passed through the gap, Luo Hong felt a gust of wind pushing from his back, trying to blow him away.

This is not a change, but a normal situation, so everyone did not panic because of it.

If it was the past, the monks of the Gong family wished to take advantage of this gust of wind to disperse in order to better search for the elixir.

But now that there was a threat from the Fang family hanging over their heads, it was natural to concentrate their power in one place, so everyone used their own methods to resist the force of the gale.

At this time, Luo Hong grasped Gong Xuehua's wrist with quick eyes and hands, gently pulled her, and hugged her into her arms amidst her tender cries.

Then, secretly using the power of heaven and earth, the two of them seemed to fly above the weak water, and fell straight down.

When it was five feet away from the ground, the gust of wind suddenly disappeared, and Luo Hong fell onto a piece of soft grass with Gong Xuehua in her arms.

"Miss Gong, you can relax."

Luo Hong said lightly while looking around.

It turned out that the young lady of the Gong family was frightened by the successive changes, and she was hugging Luo Hong's chest tightly, shivering like a kitten.

"Oh, Mr. Luo, where are we here?"

Gong Xuehua's pretty face flushed, and after she quickly let go of Luo Hong, she asked in an attempt to resolve her embarrassment.

Luo Hong is now considered an old monster, so naturally she won't be shaken by this charm, so she immediately said calmly:

"It should be the outer short peak of the Wuyuan Mountain Range. Let's go to the top of this peak first and see what landmarks are around."

After trying to mobilize her divine sense, Luo Hong found that she was under great pressure and could only cover a radius of a hundred miles.

Although this layer of suppression is like a thin film, Luo Hong feels that it can be broken through with a little force, but it is obvious that after breaking through, it will definitely attract a large array of attacks.

Therefore, before the situation became clear, Luo Hong decided to restrain his strength as much as possible.

In addition, seeing Gong Xuehua's normal expression, he knew that this kind of suppression would not work on the monks in the Qi refining period.

After the two sacrificed a wind talisman respectively, they lightly walked towards the top of the short peak with almost only grass growing under their feet.

It didn't take a while for Luo Hong to arrive at the peak. When he looked towards the center of the Wuyuan Mountain Range, his eyes froze suddenly.

In the distance, above the five main peaks that are close together like five fingers, there is a huge cloud of blood slowly turning, and from time to time, a bloody thunderbolt will fall from the cloud, which is extremely ominous.

This scene is quite different from what was recorded in the palace family's classics.

"How could this be? Why is the vitality inside the mountains so sparse?!"

Gong Xuehua's face turned pale when he saw the withered vegetation under the blood cloud.

This place is the important heritage of her palace family, if it is destroyed, it will definitely have a great impact on the palace family.

"Go, make peace with others first."

After Luo Hong stared at it for a few breaths, she suddenly turned around and walked towards the aura of the nearest Gong family monk.

With the current situation, Luo Hong thinks that his best choice is to hide himself first, and after seeing the methods of the Blood Weeping Patriarch, it will not be too late for him to make a move.

At this moment, in a forest thousands of miles away, the young man Xiang Zhili was standing on the top of a tree, also looking at the blood cloud, with a hint of worry in his eyes, but more excitement.

"Hey, brother Xiang, come down quickly, we are ready to go!"

Suddenly, a monk from the Ning family called out from under the tree.

"What's the matter with this guy, he was in a daze when he first came in!"

A female nun from the Ning family frowned, very dissatisfied.

"Ah, here we come! Haha, Xiang Mou just thought of something happy for a while, and couldn't help but be lost for a while, I hope you can't blame me!"

After flying down, the young man Xiang Zhili apologized to the female cultivator on the twelfth level of Qi refining with a flattering face.

(End of this chapter)