"Then what are we going to do with these people?," the man said with a gleam in his eyes.

"Second brother, are you confused? These people's cultivation is so high, how can we kill them? If we don't get it right, our lives will be gone!"

The person known as the second brother glared at him: "Then what do you say, do you still keep them?"

The man grinned: "Second brother, say you are confused, are you really confused? We can't kill them, but someone can? Why don't you take them back and give them to your grandfather?"

Anyway, his old man has been depressed for tens of thousands of years, so let's have fun with him and make his old man happy, isn't it?"

The second brother's eyes lit up, and he gave a thumbs up to the third brother: "This is a good idea, the third brother, you really have you, no wonder my grandfather likes you so much!"

"Hehe, second brother, don't praise me, isn't your grandfather good to you?

Alas, if it weren't for that incident, there was a fault line in our family, and there would be a lot more in our generation, and the Great Elder would not be like this!"

"Alas, yes, you're right, let's protect ourselves first, otherwise, we will be defeated before the Holy Maiden returns!"

The two of them whispered there, but Zhu Wei and the others were very impatient, these two juniors were really rude, don't you know how to respect the seniors?

Ye Xiaoman listened to their conversation clearly, and couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, these two monks in the Yuan Infant Stage actually wanted to kill all of them in the Mahayana period?

Where did they get so much courage? That is, because a few of them could not understand their language, otherwise as many of them would have to die!

Ye Xiaoman secretly clenched the Liuyun Sword in his hand, and then slowly released it.

No, they also have a grandfather, and according to their tone, their grandfather's cultivation must be at least in the late Mahayana period, but even so, it is impossible for him to kill five Mahayana monks, right?

If what they are talking about is not conjecture, or if this person's cultivation is at least much higher than theirs, is it ...... Scattered immortals?

The so-called scattered immortals are monks who have reached the consummation realm in the late Mahayana period, failed to ascend but survived the thunder tribulation, they have not reached the conditions for ascending to the immortal realm, but they are indeed much higher than the realm of the Mahayana period.

To be precise, the scattered immortals are the existence at the top of the Nether Realm, but these people are even rarer than in the Mahayana period, and even if they do, they are basically no longer born.

Scattered cultivation has a lifespan of 100,000 years, but every 10,000 years has to endure a thunderstorm, and each time it is much more powerful than the first.

If they can survive the thunderstorm, they still have a glimmer of hope to ascend, but if they can't, they can only be wiped out under the thunderstorm.

Therefore, most of the scattered immortals either retreat and cultivate all year round, or go around collecting heavenly and earthly treasures and rare materials that can resist the thunder tribulation, so as to ensure that they can survive the thunder tribulation, even if they can't ascend, they will have a good life of 100,000 years.

Thinking of this, Ye Xiaoman's heart moved, he took back the Liuyun Sword, and still sat on the rattan chair without saying a word, looking at Zhu Wei and how they decided.

In the face of Zhu Tao and the others, although she was also worried that they would turn their faces desperately, she was also sure that she would escape under their noses.

But for Sanxian, she can only say that she can't do anything about it, even if the gap of half a realm is not something she can afford.

So, let's save it!