Gou became an immortal and became an ancestor in the world of immortality

Chapter 255: Battle of ruins, Yuerou builds foundation

Yan country, nameless mountains.

A dazzling light soared into the sky, turning into a gorgeous illusion hundreds of feet high in the sky.

The clouds and mists are swaying, and the heavenly palace is looming.

Covering a radius of dozens of miles, one can see vermilion pavilions and magnificent palaces.

"Mirage?"

"Is this an ancient ruin?"

"No, this seems to be caused by the phantom formation of the ruins. I am afraid that only by breaking through the formation's eye can we truly enter it."

Voices of discussion were heard outside the mountains. Looking along the way, hundreds of monks could be seen standing near this area.

Practice Qi and build foundation.

There are even more than a dozen real Dan-Jie masters appearing.

Or ride on a spirit boat, or float in the air.

Or perhaps Earth Escape sneaks around and hides in the shadows.

There are both native cultivators from Yan State, as well as many monks from Qi State and Chu State who came to support the demon clan in their war.

Moreover, as time goes by, it can be seen that more and more monks are gathering near this unknown mountain.

"That is? Tianyan Sect of Qi State?"

"Two third-level spirit boats, plus the three true elixir monks stationed here, are really a big deal."

"What's this? Look at that!"

"The Jiyuan Sect of Chu State? Wait, could that person be the Bingpo Master in the late stage of Zhendan?"

The crowd exclaimed as three silver-white third-order spirit boats could be seen coming through the sky.

The real elixir auras are no less than four, and the fake elixir masters and foundation-building monks are even more than double ten.

Seeing this scene, the faces of the powerful people who were standing on the innermost side of the mountain and closest to the illusion of the ruins gradually became gloomy.

"What a Tianyan Sect, how dare you go against my Nangong family."

"And this Jiyuan Sect, could it be that he has a dog's nose? He came here so quickly."

The clan members' messages were circulating secretly, but the head of the Nangong family, who was wearing a blue robe, had an ugly expression on his face and did not pay attention to it.

Because until now, he hasn't figured it out yet.

The ancient ruins that my ancestor spent a lot of money to find.

Why did we encounter changes and complications at the critical moment when we were breaking the formation?

"Mr. Qin, you are really resourceful."

No one knows the interior of the ancient ruins.

The young monks in black robes and gold patterns stood around the formation, and when they raised their eyes, they saw most of the scenery outside the mountains.

But what is surprising is that no one in the outside world can notice his gaze.

Thinking of this, even Lin Han, who had a face as cold as ice, had to secretly admire the old man's methods.

"Hehe, what's so difficult about it?"

On the side, the suspended old man in the spirit body stroked his beard, a proud smile on his old face.

However, if you look carefully.

It is not difficult to find that his somewhat solid and profound soul is mostly illusory.

Feeling his weakness, Lin Han quickly reacted and couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.

"Okay, don't pretend to be hypocritical with me. If it weren't for the soul-containing spiritual object I need, I wouldn't help you."

"Hurry up, don't wait any longer."

"Although the three juniors outside are still hiding, if they join forces, this ruins formation will not be able to last much longer."

After finishing his words, Lin Han nodded heavily.

Immediately, he hurried towards the inner area of ​​the ruins and hurried away.

The news that the ancient ruins of the Yan Kingdom were discovered and the war between the demon clan was temporarily suspended was not kept secret for too long.

With the emergence of various forces and the lifting of the blockade, relevant news soon spread to the territory of Qi through Yuri City.

With the storm surging, there are many monks who want to go to the Yan Kingdom to try their luck.

For a time, Yuri City, a border city located in the northwest of Qi State, became one of the most lively fairy cities.

Topics related to it have also become the most talked about among the major forces and cities in Qi.Time passed quietly, and even two years later, nothing had changed.

It even seems to be getting worse.

"On that day, our True Lord Tianyan of Qi State, Ancestor Nangong of Chu State, True Lord Xuanyuan of Jiyuan Sect, and the three great Nascent Soul True Lords joined forces and gathered the power of many True Pill cultivators to destroy the relic array. The law is forcibly broken."

"The heaven and earth are in turmoil, and the wind and clouds are changing colors. It's truly terrifying."

In a restaurant in Chaohufang City, a group of low-level casual cultivators were sitting around, listening with yearning to the story of an old man who was in the middle of Qi training.

More and more people gathered together, and the noise became louder.

"It is said that there are countless opportunities and inheritances within this ancient ruins."

"Even those major Nascent Soul forces have taken action, but they haven't taken them all away yet."

"On the contrary, there are still quite a few left, waiting for the right person."

The old man who had received the benefits from the restaurant owner stood in the middle of the living room and kept bragging about the news he knew.

Speaking of the critical moment, his eyes narrowed slightly, seeming to enjoy it.

As a result, someone I don't know suddenly said something.

In the next breath, the casual cultivators on the ground floor who gathered around him stood up and left their seats one after another like a frying pan.

"Ok?"

He raised his eyebrows slightly and watched as the audience in front of him gradually dwindled.

See the group of young casual cultivators again, some lying by the window and looking up, or going out to the street.

The old man couldn't help but stop reading and walked to the wooden window.

When he looked up, subconsciously, he could see that his old face was frozen in place, and his whole person seemed to have been distracted.

"Foundation Building Vision!"

"Who is building the foundation?"

"Wait a minute, I have a good relationship with a spiritual farmer at Bibo Villa. It is said that Butler Lin was in retreat two years ago."

"No way?"

Suddenly remembering the exclamations, he looked up at the hundred-foot-sized spiritual energy vortex suspended above Tingchao Lake.

For a moment, this group of low-level casual cultivators, whose highest level of cultivation was only the seventh level of Qi training, were all filled with envy and fascination.

At the same moment, several foundation-building monks in Tingchao Lake also noticed the movement and opened their eyes one after another.

"Bibo Villa? Wait, is that Lin Yuerou building the foundation?"

"I didn't expect that Butler Xiao Lin would reach this point."

"I don't know if it can be successful."

Several people's thoughts flashed one after another. Since Luo Qingyao had not returned yet, Lu Feng and others had spent most of the past two years in Tingchao Lake and never left at will.

Not long after, Xu felt the golden lock array rising up and covering the villa.

Immediately, Lu Feng and the others withdrew their consciousness knowingly and stopped prying anymore.

"Be still and concentrate, don't be distracted."

In the courtyard of the villa, looking at the young female cultivator sitting cross-legged in a goose-yellow dress, Li Zhengran spoke calmly and offered a few words.

"Build the three levels of foundation, just do it in one go, don't hesitate too much."

"With the help of Foundation Establishment Pill, everything is possible."

After finishing speaking, she seemed to feel his gentle concern.

Lin Yuerou immediately had no hesitation, and all her thoughts were focused on breaking through the realm.

"I hope it can succeed."

Glancing at the white jade porcelain bottle next to him, Li Zhengran couldn't help but reveal a trace of nostalgia in his eyes.

Once upon a time, there were two Foundation Establishment Pills in the white jade porcelain bottle.

One is inferior and gray, and the other is of normal quality.

One after another, two generations trust the steward.

Whether it’s fate or cause and effect.

I hope, at least, I can achieve success for one person.

(End of this chapter)