"It's too dangerous this time, I didn't expect the imperial court to even send out the worship of spells. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

After Xie Yan dispelled the poisonous insects, he sat down on the ground, panting heavily.

If it weren't for the exterminating ancient poison left to him by Shi Fengnian this time, I'm afraid he would have been captured by that great monk. Xie Yan didn't know that the rebellion of Old Marquis Xie was very troublesome, and it directly alarmed the Ninety-Five Honorable in Shangjing, so that the one was ruthless and wanted to kill all the nine clans of Old Marquis Xie, not only him, but also the rest of his brothers who also sent a magic offering similar to the Great Monk, and the will they got was the same.

In case of resistance, shoot and kill!

After resting for a while, Xie Yan quietly covered up the traces on the ground, took a cowhide bag left behind after the great monk's body melted, and quickly swept it into the distance.

It wasn't far from the destination of his trip.

......

Qinghe Ancient Town.

It is an ancient cultural town with a long history, surrounded by mountains, and there is a river on the left, the water of which is so clear that you can even see the fish swimming in it. Because the time is still early, the entire Qinghe ancient town is shrouded in the fog of the mountains, and from a distance, it looks like a blessed land of immortals, hazy and ethereal.

In the Yan Kingdom, Qinghe Ancient Town is a marginal area, because of the border with the grassland peoples, so only the political struggle fails, and the exiled officials will be appointed here, originally in Xie Yan's impression, this should be a desolate, inaccessible and bitter cold place, but after really arriving here, Xie Yan realized that sometimes, what he saw in the book was not necessarily true.

"Finally found the ground."

Xie Yan took out the map in his arms and confirmed it.

After killing those chasing court eagle dogs, it took Xie Yan more than a month to recover from his injuries, and then used some special means to get another identity in a different way, and then came to Qinghe Ancient Town.

"It's a pity that I didn't get started with the great monk's supernatural powers at all."

In this month, Xie Yan also tried to learn the secret book he got after killing the great monk, but there was no improvement, to be precise, he couldn't understand it at all. It is impossible for a person who has not started to learn the immortal spell by himself.

"I hope it's true this time, as long as I can condense the true element, nothing else is a problem."

After putting the map in his arms, Xie Yan carried a wooden box for scholars and walked slowly towards Qinghe Ancient Town. His current outfit is a down-and-out scholar, with a blue-gray Confucian shirt, a coarse cloth scholar's hat on his head, and a bookcase most commonly used by scholars who are rushing to take the exam.

After entering the town, Xie Yan followed the map and found a blacksmith shop.

The shop hadn't opened yet, and the fire outside had been extinguished, which was cold and uncomfortable.

Knock, knock.

According to the source's account, Xie Yan gently knocked on the wooden door three times.

No response.

Xie Yan frowned slightly, and just as he was about to knock on the door again, a piece of the wooden board at the door was taken down. The door was opened by a one-eyed old man, this old man's face looked very gloomy, enough to hug his back, and a pair of cold eyes were hidden under the weed-like withered hair, no matter how he looked like a good person.

"What do you want to buy?"

The gloomy old man took the plank away step by step, and it was considered to be open.

The light inside the room was very dim, and Xie Yan stood outside, only vaguely seeing a pitch-black iron coffin inside.

A coffin in a blacksmith's shop?

"Buy immortals."

Although Xie Yan was puzzled, he didn't talk nonsense, and directly said the code words of docking.

After that, he took out the drawings and handed over a bag of money.

Buying immortals was specially explained by the seller when Xie Yan bought the news before, which can be regarded as a kind of code word. The gloomy old man took the money bag, weighed the weight inside, and then put his gaze back on Xie Yan's body, then let go of his body and spoke.

"Come in."

Xie Yan nodded, and when he entered the door, he put the bottle of extinction ancient poison in his sleeve very covertly.

This kind of cautious behavior was taught to him by his master, the Blood Swordsman, just in case, but on the whole, Xie Yan's heart still had a lot of hope for the news of this purchase.

Since he was eleven years old, Xie Yan has been looking for traces of immortal cultivators everywhere, until now, for a full nine years, he doesn't know how much silver has been wasted, every time he buys fake news, only this time Xie Yan saw hope, because the news seller once showed him a piece of jade pendant, and it was precisely because of that jade pendant that he would run thousands of miles from the fiefdom to this remote town.

The temperature inside the room was even cooler than Xie Yan had imagined, and the door seemed to divide the world into two parts, summer on the outside and winter on the inside. After getting used to the temperature in the house, Xie Yan began to look around and found that there was not even a buddy in the house.

"Don't look at it, I'm alone in the house."

The gloomy old man took the class and closed the door again.

After closing the door, the room fell into darkness again, and it took a while for another light to flash from Xie Yan's side.

It was the gloomy old man who lit the oil lamp on the table with a fire fold.

"Old ......"

Before Xie Yan could speak, the gloomy old man directly interrupted him.

"You are the one hundred and twenty-first person who came to me to buy immortals, although the speed is a little slow, but it is not bad." The gloomy old man shook the fire in his hand and extinguished the flames, and the oil lamp on the table followed suit, illuminating the whole room.

"After all, the Heavenly Pavilion is just a worldly institution."

"Heavenly Pavilion?" Xie Yan frowned.

"The person who sold you the news is the dealer of the Heavenly Immortal Pavilion, and I asked them to spread the news you bought." The gloomy old man walked slowly to the iron coffin.

Bang dang......

The heavy iron coffin was pushed open by him, and this iron coffin was nearly a thousand catties in terms of quality, and this gloomy old man actually pushed it open with only one hand, which can be seen that the other party is also a practitioner, and may even be an immortal cultivator who is proficient in spells!

It's no wonder that the temperature inside the room is so low, and what this iron coffin contains is not a corpse, but a piece of blue ice.

"I see."

Xie Yan was secretly vigilant.

However, he had no intention of retreating, although this old man was a little weird, but for him, it was not an opportunity. If he leaves now, he may be able to live safely, but this life may have nothing to do with cultivating immortals, and in a few decades, he will turn into a handful of loess and be forgotten by the world. The gloomy old man stayed here and spread the news through the Heavenly Immortal Pavilion, he must have some kind of plan, and this plot was the opportunity for him to become an immortal cultivator.

Without giving, how can there be a return?

"I made a deal with the Heavenly Immortal Pavilion two hundred years ago, asking them to spread the news and find suitable people to buy, and so far, they have found a total of three hundred and twenty people who meet the requirements, and you are the three hundred and twenty-one." The gloomy old man did not answer Xie Yan's question, but said to himself.

Two hundred years ago?!

Xie Yan's pupils contracted.

It is absolutely impossible for a worldly martial artist to live to be two hundred years old, even if he is a great success, at best, he will live to be one hundred and fifty years old, and this gloomy old man can go to the Heavenly Hades Pavilion two hundred years ago to release the news, that is to say, this old guy has lived for at least two hundred years.

Immortal cultivator!

"The three hundred and twenty people in front of me are all dead, I hope you don't let me down." The gloomy old man said this, and deliberately smiled at Xie Yan.

With the dim candlelight, this smile looks weird no matter how you look at it.

Not a single one of the three hundred and twenty survived?

Xie Yan felt a chill in his heart, and wanted to retreat, judging from the words of this old monster, this was no longer a chance, but a life, although he wanted to cultivate immortals, but he didn't want to die.

"Although I'm just a low-level Qi Refining Realm cultivator, I can still do some simple formations."

The ghost old man put his hand on the cold ice, as if he knew what Xie Yan was thinking, and said to himself.

Xie Yan looked back and found that the door behind him had indeed disappeared, not only that, but the way he came had all disappeared, and even the floor tiles under his feet had turned into a dark nothingness. It can be said that from the moment he bought the news, he had already made a choice, although this choice was made for him by this old monster.

"Although the seniors have great powers, if they want my life, I am afraid they will have to pay some price." Xie Yan's eyes flashed, and he lit up the Extinction Ancient Poison Bottle in his hand.

When the originally calm old man Yin Chen saw this bottle of **, his movements subconsciously paused.

"Poison!?"

Xie Yan didn't speak, he didn't know if this ** was useful to this old monster, but thinking of the big monk who was poisoned before, Xie Yan's heart was a little calmer.

"You don't have to be like this, you are so immortal, naturally you don't want to turn into dry bones after a hundred years, and I can give you this opportunity."

The gloomy old man's eyes flickered, and from his gaze, Xie Yan could see that this person was afraid of exterminating the ancient poison.

"If it's really seeking immortals, it's okay to fight, but if my predecessors want me to die, then it's not okay, because I haven't lived enough." Xie Yan's fingers pinched the mouth of the poison bottle, as long as the other party moved a little, he would pinch the poison bottle and die with the other party.

Seeing this, the gloomy old man gave up his plan to rob him.

Ordinary people don't know the power of exterminating the ancient poison, that's because they don't have enough vision, this kind of ** is no longer a simple medicinal powder, but a kind of immortal poison, which can only be refined by immortal cultivators, although the gloomy old man has some strength, but he is not strong enough to ignore the extinction of the ancient poison, so he chose to give up.

I saw him put his eyes on the iron coffin and spoke.

"Those three hundred and twenty people died because they were not blessed enough, if you can withstand this opportunity, I dare to guarantee that you will soar to the sky in the future and become a peerless powerhouse." Speaking of this, the gloomy old man deliberately looked at Xie Yan, and when he saw that he was listening, he continued.

"This piece of cold ice is bred in the earth fire, and the extreme yin is derived from the extreme yang, if you can absorb it, you will get the creation of the heavens, and when the time comes, you may be able to come into contact with some ancient powers, and even meet the ancient scattered immortals!"

Anode yin?

Xie Yan had heard of it for the first time, but when he was young, he had read a strange book that clearly recorded the spewing of ice from the volcano.

"Exposure to ancient powers? Ancient Scattered Immortals? Xie Yan's eyes flickered, weighing the gains and losses.

"Hell yes!"

The gloomy old man's eyes suddenly burst into a different look.

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The ice ejected from the volcano is real, and interested book lovers can learn about it, Lao Wan also once saw it in a certain book, which is a science book. Finally, once again, I am crying for collections and recommendations, your collection is the only criterion for the survival of this book.