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"What's going on here?"

"What's going on here?"

The entire Qiankun faction was filled with such voices, and panic swept the entire space in an instant.

Among this group of immortal cultivators who are exploring and want to obtain the fate of immortals, the team led by An Lao and Huan Yue is the most calm. I just disliked the joy of geometry, and now why did the two come together?

Speaking of which, Huanyu has to thank Xiu Mo, if he hadn't seen Xiu Mo so impatiently wanting to find his master and was oppressed by space, covered in blood, Huanyu would not have thought of saving this person, no To save this person, Mr. An will not know that joyful love is still hidden in his heart, will not give joyful a chance to explain, and will not know that the sweet bone fragrance is brought by joyful from the mother's womb.

"Old An, this Qiankun sect has been buried underground for thousands of years, and now it has lost its color. Could it be caused by weathering due to long-term exposure to the air?"

I saw the old man who was about the same age as An said so, but after careful study, I found that it was not that the two were similar in appearance, so they thought they were of the same generation. In the world of immortality, a certain level of cultivation can completely maintain oneself desired face.

Mr. An thought that he didn't have much time to live, so he went to this weird Qiankun faction to find the slightest chance.And the person who spoke is also known to everyone in Tuzhou. The reason is very simple. This person was originally an ordinary person in the mortal world. Entering the world of cultivating immortals, but the fly in the ointment is his face. He can't adjust his appearance like those who have been cultivating immortals for many years. He can only maintain his old face full of dimples.

"If it is weathered, then these things will turn into fly ash and dissipate when the color degrades, instead of simply degrading the color."

Huan Yue still spoke in the same unrestrained and frivolous tone as before, looking at the unforgettable face in front of him.

An Lao: "Yes, weathering will make these things dissipate directly, and now we are still in these houses thousands of years ago, so this can be ruled out."

Crowd:......

I want to know what is the situation now, what is the reason for it, will it be dangerous?Do you want to quit?

But now no one can give these answers, including An Lao, who everyone is watching eagerly.

Looking at the people in front of him, Mr. An shook his head helplessly and said, "The Qiankun Sect was buried underground for a thousand years, but no one knows why it was buried silently a thousand years ago.

Everyone has encountered the black mist before, and they have all seen corpses entangled by the black mist. I also said that this black mist is something from the demon world, and it has accompanying creatures. I don’t need to say more about the harm. Everyone basically all clear.

Now the color of the entire Qiankun faction has degenerated to the current gray, which is not black, not white, gray is an undefined color, and no one can even give us an answer to whether this color will have other changes.

Whether there are other potential dangers, again no one can answer us.

These are what we already know, or other potential dangers, and everyone knows that I am running out of time, either quietly waiting for death, waiting for reincarnation; Opportunity to soar.

The two roads in front of everyone now, either leave here, the time is still long, not only the opportunity of the Qiankun faction is called an opportunity; or stay here like me, looking for that chance, and take another step. "

After finishing speaking, Mr. An quietly looked at the contemplative people.

Happy: "An old man, I'll stay."

Mr. An raised his eyebrows, and answered in surprise and joy, his mouth moved, but he didn't say anything, and seemed to sigh softly, not knowing whether he was regretting or letting go of the tension that no one knew in his heart.

The old man with a ditch on his face: "I'm going back. I haven't been here for a long time, and I still can't let go of my son and grandson in the mortal world. I haven't even seen the prosperity of this world. In this situation, I will look for that first-line opportunity like Mr. An."

After finishing speaking, the old man turned his head and seemed to be flying away. It was strange to say that when the crowd came in, he was exhausted, unable to fly, and his cultivation base was oppressed, so he could only advance on foot.It seemed easy to get out, the old man staggered onto the flying sword, and urged the flying sword with all his strength, in an instant, Fei Jian took the old man to the gate of the Qiankun sect, leaving behind a crowd full of surprises.

"It seems that the further you get to the back, the more difficult it is."

I don't know who said that.There was another silence.

I don't know how long it took, the contemplative people woke up one by one, and said goodbye to Mr. An one after another. No one paid any attention to the joy of standing next to Mr. An, and then stepped on the flying sword and disappeared quickly.

In the blink of an eye, besides Anlao and Huanyu, there were two other elderly people who stayed in the same place. If Xiu Mo and Tian Boshe were here, they would definitely scream in surprise, isn't this the one who walked in front of them before? Those two old men in front?

Mr. An looked at the two old people who stayed behind, and seemed unable to perceive the cultivation of the two, so he thought that the people who could come here are all people with high cultivation, and if he can't perceive it, there is only one possibility That's right, these two people are obviously higher than their cultivation base.

Thinking of this, Mr. An bowed and said, "You two want to stay here?"

The old man: "Yes, our current situation is the same as yours. We also don't have much time, and we also need opportunities."

Elder An: "May I ask, I don't know the two noble surnames, but they don't seem to be from Tuzhou?"

Old man: "We come from other places."

Hearing this, I knew that I shouldn't delve into the origins of these two people.

Elder An: "Both, are we traveling together?"

Old man: "No, we're just passing by."

After finishing speaking, the two walked out side by side, looking at the backs of the two, frowned happily, wondering if I had read it wrong, just now I seemed to see the old man on the right glaring at the old people on the left and right, But it didn't seem like he was angry.

Only now did Mr. An have the time to look at the junior who he despised before, that's all, since this person wants to accompany him through this muddy water, then let nature take its course.

Afterwards, the two walked deeper into the Qiankun faction. Along the way, without the support of spiritual power, walking for a long time was a bit far-fetched for this old man who was about to die. Look at it, just like the grandparents and grandchildren in the mortal world, the atmosphere is so warm that you can't bear to disturb it.