Cultivation of Immortality Begins from the Red Mansion

"Fellow Daoist Ji, it's not that Qing is timid and afraid of getting into trouble, but that he is a cultivator of the righteous sect and has been fighting with the ghost cultivators of the Tiangui Sect in Yunzhou for many years. He knows that ghost cultivators are difficult to deal with..."

Speaking of this, Qing Yi said helplessly: "This time we followed two peak Golden Core cultivators from the Heavenly Ghost Sect to get here."

Ji Lingyu didn't seem to care at all, and said with a faint smile: "Ji admires how magnanimous my friend Qingdao is. Could it be that the monks from the Tiangui Sect are also here to find the opening of the Tianmen of the Wilderness Secret Realm? Are there any high-level monks from other sects? , especially the Nascent Soul cultivator coming here?”

Qing Yi said solemnly: "Before this blood sacrifice, many Nascent Soul monks from nearby major sects will come here. Then they will enter the Netherworld Canyon with the demon clan, and there will also be those Nascent Soul monks who secretly entered this place in advance."

Ji Lingyu was shocked, but kept a calm expression on his face, wondering: "With so many high-level monks of multi-dimensional infants and transformed monsters gathered here, what is going on in the wild secret realm? Fellow Taoist Qing, can you tell me something."

At this time, Yan Miao also turned her head to look at the young man in white robe, and the two middle-aged men also stared in front of them, waiting for the junior disciple who had an extraordinary status in this sect to see what he could say.

Qing Yi thought for a moment, then turned to look at the two senior brothers behind him, then looked back at Ji Lingyu: "Since we are traveling on the same road, sooner or later, what this wild secret realm is like will not be a secret."

Just listen to the white-robed young man slowly say: "The wild secret realm has existed since ancient times. As for why few people in the world of cultivating immortals know about it, all major sects have always strictly guarded this matter. Only high-level monks know that this is a relationship with the demon clan. agreement."

"It is said that the wild secret realm is opened once every thousand years, and Yuanying monks can enter this secret realm. The demon clan generally only allows mid-stage Nascent Soul monks to lead their disciples to enter. It is surrounded by dangers, and it is very dangerous for Jindan monks to enter. Generally, all kinds of Most of the Yuanying monks from the sects will enter together as a team, and they will not bring along the Golden Core monks."

Ji Lingyu frowned and lowered his head, thinking about something. Qing Yi seemed to know what he was thinking, and said with a faint smile: "Of course our Yuan Ying Patriarch is also on his way here, and Qing has already sensed through the treasure that they have entered this canyon. By then, Daoist Fellow Ji can join us. Enter the wild secret realm.”

"Junior Brother, which Patriarch came to this Netherworld Canyon?"

Zhang Yuan looked happy when he heard this and blurted out.

Ji Lingyu came back to his senses and said: "So we have to find the Tianmen here as soon as possible?"

Qing Yi ignored the fat and white middle-aged man behind him and continued to look at the young man in red robe.

"That's right. The blood sacrifice of the demon clan must not be far away. When the heavenly gate opens, I will find the place as soon as possible and enter it quickly."

Ji Lingyu was about to ask again what was going on in the wild secret realm, when a sudden change occurred.

A black figure flashed from behind at a strange speed.

"who!"

The five people present were all alert, staring at the black-robed figure standing in the sky a few miles away.

At this time, Ling'er, the flame bird who had never spoken, said in a clear voice: "Master, this person is a human monk, not a ghost."

Qing Yi looked resolute at this time and said coldly: "Wan Puppet, you are here too, and I can't find you right now."

The figure in black robe was revealed, looking like a burly middle-aged man.

At this time, he panicked and said: "Friend Qing Dao, now is not the time to care about the grudges between you and our sect. There are several ghosts with the strength of Nascent Soul behind you. They are not far away now."

Everyone was shocked when they heard this. Zhang Yuan, a middle-aged fat man, was about to run forward, but saw that the other people were not moving, so he also stopped in place, but his face was full of panic.

Ji Lingyu said: "The enemy is clear and we are hidden. We can't run around and be taken advantage of by ghosts. It's better to set up a formation here and stand firm to wait for help. Fellow Taoist Qing said that the Zhengyi Nascent Soul cultivator has entered the Netherworld Canyon here. What?"

Before Qing Yi could say anything, the burly man in black robe said: "My Heavenly Ghost Sect Yuanying Patriarch has also entered here. Let's work together to resist for a while. We will be fine."

Ji Lingyu saw the man's chest rising and falling, the fear in his eyes covered by the black robe had not faded, and his hands were trembling slightly.

Secretly said: "This person seems to have used escape techniques many times. He has exhausted all his energy and his spiritual power is extremely empty. I am afraid he does not have much strength, but now he can kill him with one sword. The monks of the Ghost Sect have always done many evil things, and they have killed countless mortals before they can become High-level monks, why not..."

Qing Yi sneered and said: "Nascent Soul cultivator of the Heavenly Ghost Sect? Wait for them to collect the body of a sinful guy like you. I'll kill ten thousand puppets first, you..."

Ji Lingyu sat on the back of Ling'er Flame Bird and watched coldly, while Yumiao in front of him also lowered his head and thought about something.

At this moment, the two middle-aged men leaped forward and formed horns with Qing Yizhi, surrounding the burly man in black robes.

The burly man in black robes said anxiously: "Fellow Taoists, the Nascent Soul ghosts will be here soon. Wan is no longer able to activate the escape technique at this time. He is like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. Why rush to do it..."

Ji Lingyu threw the four red array disks with his right hand to the surrounding corners. At this time, a red light curtain enveloped the surrounding area for more than a hundred feet, forming a semicircular enclosed space over a hundred feet high.

Qing Yi was about to pull out the long green sword from its scabbard when he snorted coldly and flew back into the confinement of the red light curtain.

He looked it over and said, "Fellow Daoist Ji, this fire element formation seems to be quite extraordinary, what is its name?"

At this time, Zhang Yuan and Shen Hongzheng behind them also retreated into the confinement of the red light curtain, and the burly man in black robe also hurriedly stepped inside.

When Ji Lingyu saw this, the magic formula in his hand changed. The surrounding red array disks shone brightly, and the red light curtain emitted a dazzling red light, blocking out the diffuse red mist.

"This is just a fourth-level formation. If there are really several Nascent Soul ghosts attacking, I'm afraid they won't be able to withstand them for long. Friends Qing Dao, then you and I will have to act according to the situation."

At this moment, a dark red figure flashed out from behind, standing in the air, staring at the many monks restricted by the red light curtain, with blood-red light flashing in his eyes.

Ji Lingyu raised his eyes and saw that this dark red figure was about one foot tall, human-shaped, naked, with blood-red eyes and a fierce glare. Two blood-red fangs protruded from the top and bottom, shining with a cold light.

The monster's muscles were tense, flashing with dark red light, its limbs seemed to be quite stiff, and nothing else could be seen.

"Zombie King!"

Zhang Yuan looked forward from behind Qing Yi and shouted loudly.

"hiss……"

The dark red monster's eyes lit up with blood-red light, and it stared at the fat white Taoist priest. It roared with its fangs and mouth, but made no other movements.

Zhang Yuan held a palm-sized gray-white mirror in his hand and retreated towards Ji Lingyu's side of the dark red rock wall.

Ji Lingyu's expression was solemn. This Yuanying Zombie King has a strong body and is not afraid of water and fire. I am afraid that there is nothing he can do about it. Now he can only delay for a moment or two to see if there is any improvement. If it is not possible, he can only resort to the best strategy.