Ancient Kunlun, into the land of immortals.

There are thousands of dragon veins standing in all directions, as if they came from thousands of years ago, and the place where the dragon head is crawling is the place where the essence of heaven and earth in the world is the richest.

It is said that this place is pregnant with the hope of becoming immortals.

"Please, let go..."

Before he finished speaking, the essence and blood of the young man's whole body were sucked up by the evil bronze tripod in the immortal pond in front of him, and the whole person completely turned into a dry corpse and fell to the ground.

"Next.

The white-haired old man who was watching this scene beside the immortal pond commanded expressionlessly, as if he was no longer surprised by this kind of picture.

The other teenagers who witnessed this scene around them exploded in an instant, and their faces all changed drastically, revealing panic, if it weren't for the many gold-armored guards and a group of white-haired old men who had been guarding around them, I am afraid that they would have scattered and fled long ago.

"The day has finally come." Among the many teenagers, the pale Chuan Yun clasped his hands tightly, his face showed a look of panic, and his eyes were full of chagrin.

After Gu Kun untied the chat group system that day, Chuan Yun, who lost contact with the people in the chat group, lived in fear every day.

With the improvement of age and cultivation, he hopes that the chat group will be restarted as soon as possible every day.

But this is an extravagant hope after all, until he was brought to Chengxian Pond not long ago, he was still putting the hope of life on the chat group

It's a pity that until now, he is about to be taken to the blood sacrifice, but the emotionless voice still does not sound in his head.

"Am I going to end up like my father?"

Witnessing one Tianjiao being dragged away for blood sacrifice, and finally turned into a dried corpse with sucked essence and blood, Chuan Yun's heart was terrified to the extreme.

Is his father, whom he has never met, also spilled such blood on the land of immortals?

The blood sacrifice was carried out in an orderly manner, and one after another teenagers watered the immortal tripod with their own blood, and finally all of them turned into a dried corpse without exception.

"Next"

An indifferent voice sounded on Kunlun Mountain, and Chuan Yun was brought to Chengxian Pond with a heavy face.

Holding a black dagger, Chuan Yun, who was about to be forced to cut his palm, suddenly noticed that there was a line of words engraved on the big stone on the edge of the Dao Immortal Pond.

"I'm going to die, who...... Can you help me take care of my sister? ”

The scribbled handwriting is very blurry in some places, and there is a feeling of despair and unfinished business.

"Is this where my father fell?"

Looking at the handwriting in a daze, Chuan Yun suddenly remembered that his father had a sister who depended on each other, and his mood became more and more heavy.

It seems that he can't hide after all.

Thinking of this, Chuan Yun suddenly regretted the decision he made with a hint of luck back then.

Aren't they just two barren little worlds? It's a big deal to hide there for a few years and then go back to your own world.

Why didn't you think of going up here?

"Why are you still stunned? Do you want the old man to do it himself? ”

Seeing that Chuan Yun didn't make a move for a long time, the white-haired old man who was supervising him not far away spoke coldly, and his voice carried a trace of disobedient holy might.

"Alas"

With a long sigh, knowing that he had no choice, Chuan Yun closed his eyes, raised the dagger in his hand, and was about to slash it down.

"Ding, the Heavens chat group has been reopened!"

The mechanical sound that had not sounded for two years stopped the dagger that was about to cut through the palm of his hand, and Chuan Yun listened to Mr. Hou for a while, and his face immediately turned happy.

At this moment, this emotionless voice is as pleasant to his ears as a heavenly sound!

The next moment, under the gaze of many Feather God Dynasty monks, Chuan Yun, who was about to be sacrificed by blood, disappeared out of thin air in front of everyone's eyes, and disappeared!

……

"Huh?"

When Gu Kun just opened the chat group interface, he found that a red envelope suddenly appeared in the chat group.

Just as he was about to instinctively grab the red envelope for the first time, Gu Kun suddenly felt that something was wrong and stopped.

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon!

With his understanding of the three group members, it was impossible for the three of them to send red envelopes in the first place.

In a bamboo forest on the mountain behind the Great Bamboo Peak, Lu Ling, who was dressed in a light blue robe, looked at Chuan Yun who appeared in front of him out of thin air, with a confused expression.

"Chuanyun Daoyou, didn't you send your own red envelopes to the chat group?"

Looking at Chuan Yun with an embarrassed face in front of him, Lu Ling asked a little overwhelmed.

When the chat group was reopened today, Lu Ling was excited and also opened the chat group interface.

When I saw that a red envelope was sent out in the chat group, I hurriedly grabbed it, but I didn't expect that it was Chuanyun who had disappeared for eight years.

The red envelope sending function of the chat group, he also knows that even the group members can stuff the red envelopes and send them out, but ......

Is it fun to do this kind of boring thing?

"Fellow Daoist, I was also forced to have no choice. If I don't, I'll die." ”

Chuan Yun smiled a little helplessly, and glanced at the unfamiliar environment around him, while breathing in the aura here.

"No wonder the group leader doesn't seem to look down on this world, the cultivation environment here is really ......"

"Fellow Daoist, what's ......"

Just as he was about to ask, an urgent shout suddenly sounded in Lu Ling's ears.

"Seven, seven"

Lu Ling's face changed greatly when he heard this, and he hurriedly told Chuan Yundao, "You quickly find a place to hide, I will come here to find you later." ”

"I know" Chuan Yun nodded, his figure flickered, and he disappeared.

"Is it too Qingjing Peak?"

Lu Ling looked at the current cultivation of Chuan Yun in the chat group, thinking that he was now only the eighth layer of the Yuqing Realm, he shook his head with some envy, and after smiling bitterly in his heart, he turned around and walked towards the outside of the bamboo forest.

"Old Seven, you are here." The person who came was a tall and burly, kind-faced young Taoist, looking at Lu Ling in front of him, and said with a kind face, "Master asked me to tell you to go back quickly." ”

Lu Ling's face was as usual, he arched his hand, and asked, "Senior brother, what happened?" ”

The person who came was the senior brother of Da Zhufeng, Song Daren!

"It's nothing else," Song Daren waved his hand and said with a smile, "It's that the master wants to accept a new disciple, and you will have a junior disciple in the future." ”

The young man in front of him who was respectful to him, but was only a weak crown, but he had the cultivation of the eighth layer of the Jade Qingjing Realm at a young age, and he was a famous little genius in Qingyunmen.

"I see, let's go."

Lu Ling nodded again and again, and then followed Song Daren to the main hall of Dazhu Peak, "Shoujing Hall".

A towering tree not far away, a white-clothed young man with an extraordinary bearing, looked at the two figures in the distance, and then turned his gaze to the six towering peaks in the distance, shook his head and smiled.

"There is only one Four Extremes Realm cultivator, this Qingyun Sect is really too weak."