Cultivation of Immortality Begins from the Red Mansion

"you……"

Ji Lingyu had no expression on his face and said coldly: "Fairy Ruan, you and I should go our separate ways. I'm used to practicing alone."

The woman trembled when she heard this. She stared blankly at the tall red-robed young man with sharp sword eyebrows, and nodded for a while.

But he stood motionless, holding the extremely cold white staff in his right hand, which was trembling slightly at this time.

Ji Lingyu didn't look at her, walked around sideways, and flew forward into the air.

After a long time, the young man in red robe was no longer in the long and narrow passage ahead. The woman in white gauze came back to her senses, put her long white staff away with a change of her right hand, and stared ahead with an incomprehensible expression.

A trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and he still flew forward into the air.

Ji Lingyu galloped forward, not daring to stop for a moment. At this time, he passed through an empty hall, and saw a closed dark red hall door, with an unexpected and wide hole punched through by someone.

"This place has been penetrated. I wonder if there are any monks inside..."

The young man in red robe pondered for a moment, but now he felt something. He reached into his arms with his right hand and took out the white jade disk of Tianji Linglong.

Without looking at the compass pointer, he turned it over directly, and at this moment, he saw a magnificent scene clearly appearing in the exquisite sky.

There are hundreds of miles of square in a circle, surrounded by dark red stone walls. In the middle stands a huge dark red palace thousands of feet high. It is majestic and simple. This place is no longer a closed place. The gray and gloomy sky of the holy mountain above is clearly revealed.

At this time, the palace doors on all sides were closed tightly, and the red light above was flashing continuously. There was also a red light curtain covering the sky above and the main hall, as if there was a powerful formation to restrict it.

"here it is……"

Ji Lingyu stared intensely at the scenery inside the exquisite mirror, seeming to be deeply attracted by it, and murmured.

"It seems that no one has entered here, and with such a magnificent hall, it is impossible not to be noticed by those Yuanying old monsters. Why has no one tried to break the red light curtain restriction? Is the formation so powerful that even the Yuanying monks can't break it? "

"There must have been monks entering this place, but now they are nowhere to be found..."

Ji Lingyu's sharp eyebrows were swiveling around in his eyes, and he was confused in his heart. He didn't know if he wanted to enter the place where the heavenly secret appeared to find out what happened.

"Perhaps the place where the heavenly secrets and exquisite omens come from is not where the hole in front of me leads to."

"Aren't you so bold that you dare to go anywhere? Why are you hesitating here now..."

Ji Lingyu was startled and suddenly looked up, but in an instant, her expression returned to normal.

"Fairy Ruan, didn't you go somewhere else?"

Wherever the young man in red robe looked, on the stone pillar in the center of the hall, Ruan Yu, a woman in white palace dress and gauze, did not know when she appeared here.

At this time, he was looking at himself coldly.

"I am not with you, why can't I come here?"

Ji Lingyu was speechless, but ignored her.

Holding the Fire Dragon Orb tightly in his right hand, a red light curtain enveloped him, covering it tightly, and there was a blood-red flame protecting his body.

Then his body flashed and he escaped into the wide passage of this person.

The woman in white palace gauze watched him disappear coldly, then flew up and turned into a white light and escaped into it.

Ji Lingyu escaped from this wide and narrow passage that was not long, and saw the scene in this square with a radius of a hundred miles.

It is exactly the same as Tianji Linglong, and there is almost no difference.

He looked around for a moment, then stared at the magnificent hall in the middle.

"With such a large formation restriction, those Nascent Soul cultivators can't do anything about it. I'm afraid they can't do anything..."

"You kid is quite self-aware. As a monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, I can't do anything about the ancient restrictions here. There should be demon cultivators guarding here, but now they are missing for some reason!"

Ji Lingyu didn't look back at the woman in white palace dress. Now he had a headache.

While the two of them were looking at the majestic and huge palace, there was another strange movement in the passage behind.

Ruan Yu looked back and saw a white light, a figure flashing in the square, and then he saw clearly that it was a young man in white robes.

Ji Lingyu saw that he looked wary at this time, black blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and there were black spots eroded by black energy on his right hand, which seemed to be seriously injured.

"Friend Qingdao, how did you get hurt like this?"

"Master Daoyuan exploded his Nascent Soul, and the ghosts in Old Yun's Demonic Yin Luo Banner were out of control and scattered in all directions. Someone was contaminated by one of them..."

Seeing the young man's sad expression, Ruan Yu asked, without waiting for Ji Lingyu to say anything else, "Where is Old Demon Yun now?"

Qing Yi said in a deep voice: "This old devil brought it upon himself. It turned out that he had forcibly refined the Yin Luo Banner without fully understanding it. It was affected by the self-destruction of the Grandmaster. The ghosts in it were scattered. The original Skeleton King of Netherworld Valley was sealed as the master. Soul, now that its strength has greatly increased, and has reached the peak ghost cultivator strength in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, he took advantage of this old devil's unpreparedness, escaped from this old devil's control, rolled up the flag and fled. Now this old devil Yun is searching this place everywhere in anger. The whereabouts of the pig..."

Ruan Yu looked happy when he heard this.

"Old Demon Yun also had this fate. It's really a cycle of cause and effect, and retribution is unpleasant. If the Skeleton King refines this Yin Luo Banner, I'm afraid he will have a fight with this old demon. This old demon will vomit blood in anger... "

Ji Lingyu frowned and said in a deep voice: "This old devil is a great monk of Nascent Soul. Once he loses his mind and goes crazy, who can control him?"

Ji Lingyu saw Qingyi sitting cross-legged and began to practice Qigong to heal his injuries.

"Friend Qingdao, are your injuries okay?"

The green face is resolute and the expression is solemn.

"This evil ghost energy can't hurt Qing."

Ji Lingyu looked at the wide hole passage of the man, thinking about something, and said nothing.

Ruan Yu stared at him at this time, hesitating, hesitating to speak, but in the end he didn't say anything.

"Have the Dragon Clan and Phoenix Clan entered this hall?"

Ji Lingyu suddenly raised his head, stared at the red light curtain outside the hall, and said loudly.

Seeing him like this, Ruan Yu rarely had a good temper. He nodded and said: "It is rumored that there is a blood inheritance of the demon clan here. I don't know how they got into it. There is no sign that this ancient prohibition formation has been cracked."

Ruan Yu said solemnly again.

"Since we have found nothing here, let's leave quickly. This trip to the Holy Palace took such risks. In the end, it was all in vain. In a month or two, this wild secret realm will be closed."

Ji Lingyu shook his head and said expressionlessly: "Fairy Ruan, go on your own. I'll still stay here."

Ruan Yu's face turned red and she said angrily: "Ji Lingyu, you..."

The white staff in the woman's hand was tightly clasped, the light was bright, the cold air was exuding, and her right hand was shaking.

But after all, he just held on tightly.

Ji Lingyu closed his eyes slightly and said calmly: "Why is Ruan Xian doing this? I told you, I am used to being alone..."

Ruan Yu's face turned cold at this time, with a cold expression: "You are being too sentimental. I just think that we are on the same road now."

"This couldn't be better!"