At the end of the sea where the Hanjiang River flows, on a narrow crescent-shaped peninsula, there is a sect called the "Guanlan Sect".

This sect is not very famous in the vast spiritual world, but it is also an existence that has stood for thousands of years without falling, and there are great monks of the Yuan Infant Realm and the Transformation God Realm in the gate from generation to generation, and ordinary forces dare not insult them.

In the Guanlan Sect, in a cultivation room where the aura was as dense as rain, a man who had cultivated to the peak of the early stage of Jindan was trying to break through the realm, and the true yuan was agitated, and distracting thoughts were full of thoughts.

At a certain moment, a transparent butterfly shadow flapped its wings and flew into his eyebrows, and the drumming True Yuan instantly deflated, and some indescribable transformation that was in progress was also scattered into invisibility.

The man's face distorted and he spat out a mouthful of old blood, and cried out in agony:

"Yi Yi !!!"

Just now, the news came from the son and mother Lianxin Gu: the simple-minded Yiyi was poisoned to death by a sinister villain who only had the seventh level of qi training!

He must cut that insidious and shameless villain with a thousand knives, tear down and crush the bones one by one, and the soul must be roasted with soul fire for 10,000 years!

He kicked up on the ground, walked out of the cultivation room quickly, and the miscellaneous disciples who came up to him to congratulate him without eyes were swept out of the eight zhang by him, and released the flying sword and flew straight to the "South End" where the teleportation array was located.

"Damn, you didn't even take me seriously!"

Seeing this, the head boss of the miscellaneous servant and the deacon in charge of managing the cultivation room, he wanted to excite it with a big sword in one hand and a letter in the other, so that the guy who occupied the Tianzi quiet room for a month and didn't pay for it looked good.

"Senior brother, it's just a trivial matter, there's no need to be so angry." A voice stopped him, snatching his spiritual weapon broadsword and talisman, and he looked at the person in surprise.

The person who came had a calm and elegant atmosphere, and the style of everyone was like a group, and the nearby miscellaneous disciples, outer disciples, and inner disciples came forward to greet him, and even some elders nodded to him.

It is Xiao Yuanheng, the new mid-stage disciple of Jindan in the sect, and the popular candidate for the next true disciple, a little stronger than him, a deacon.

"Senior Brother Ran is gentle and humble on weekdays, there must be a reason for his behavior today, how about I help him pay for it first when he uses the spirit stone in the cultivation room?"

The deacon didn't want to offend Xiao Yuanheng, who had an extraordinary bearing, and Xiao Yuanheng had more than a few spirit stones, which made him happily respond.

Xiao Yuanheng used the teleportation charm to come to the "South Tail" teleportation array, just before Senior Brother Ran's teleportation array was activated, Senior Brother Ran saw him and smiled apologetically at him, and said:

"I'm about to travel far away, I'm afraid I won't be able to help Senior Brother Xiao seize the position of true inheritance."

The true transmission trial of the Guanlan Sect is once every one hundred and twenty years, and those who are above the realm of Jindan can participate. The selection of the sect master has always been born from the next generation of true disciples, and only one person is selected for each true transmission trial, which has created the reality that the powerful inner disciples have set up their banners and called friends to join forces to fight.

Perhaps because the sect master must be a leader of each generation, the competition between the single people spontaneously turned into a team battle, and the Guanlan Sect did not stop it.

Xiao Yuanheng, as the favorite to win the championship, naturally has a large number of fans behind him, and he is still constantly absorbing newcomers to join, Ran Yilong is the person he has taken a lot of effort to encompass.

Unexpectedly, on the eve of the opening of this trial, something happened that he didn't know at all.

"Senior Brother Ran has a good journey."

Do unto others as you would have them do unto you, although Xiao Yuanheng is not a gentleman, he knows that people like gentlemen.

Sure enough, a trace of struggle flashed on Ran Yilong's face, he opened his mouth, and finally stepped into the teleportation array that had been opened for a few breaths without saying anything, and waved goodbye.

"Just let him go, Senior Brother Xiao, you're too good at talking." Xiao Yuanheng returned to his residence.

The attendant who had followed him without saying a word before thought about Ran Yilong's performance, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he felt, and it was very worthless for Xiao Yuanheng.

Xiao Yuanheng smiled chic and said, "The twisted melon is not sweet, besides, Senior Brother Ran obviously has something to do." ”

The attendant was sent by him to speak to his supporters about it, and he closed the somewhat bright windows, and uttered words of unknown meaning:

"Is there something big going on over there in the sect?"

Isn't he just in the sect? How do you say "over there"?

In the empty room, a voice came from the shadows behind Xiao Yuanheng:

"No, the sect didn't summon Ran Yilong back, he should be for a private matter."

Xiao Yuanheng was noncommittal, and then ordered: "If there is news from the sect, tell me as soon as possible." ”

"Yes"

Voices linger in the shadows.

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At the moment when the transparent butterfly flapped its wings and flew into the center of Ran Yilong's eyebrows, Mu Yuan, who was at the end of Baiyun Peak, gave a cold snort, and after glancing blankly around, he returned to the ranks of Baiyun Peak traveling past the Chonghua Peak disciples who had surpassed him by two or three positions before.

In the mine, where the four of them barely fit side by side, the lights were bright, and the smell of animal fat was filled with the smell of animal fat from the flaming torches.

Xue Hua's divine sense, who was on the strongest side, noticed the abnormality of Mu Yuan at the end of the team, and wondered if someone was transmitting to him, was it someone from the other four peaks or someone other than the Chonghua Sect?

This thought simply turned around in my mind and then stopped turning, because the spatial passage to enter the secret realm was already close at hand.

"This little girl, this is the spatial passage, according to the people who have entered it before and returned safely, this passage is like a thin layer of cotton, as long as the hand reaches in, the part that sticks into it is already in the secret realm.

The secret realm is dangerous and unpredictable, girl, you have to think about it before you go in, and now you can quit if you don't want to, and you can't help yourself as soon as you enter it. ”

This is an old man with a white beard, his cheeks lack blood, and there is no trace of cultivation on his body.

"What do you call an old man? Which general is under it? Xue Hua talked to the old man with a smile on his face.

The white-bearded old man touched his long beard to himself, and said proudly:

"Old man, the female army specially hired feng shui magician, this spirit stone mine was explored by the old man."

"Look up for a long time, look up for a long time."

Xue Hua snorted, forget about the feng shui of the female army, if she was in the ancestral hall, she could still talk a few more words.

Her consciousness penetrated into the white mist behind the old man, and she only felt that it was quiet and peaceful, and it did not look very dangerous.

However, after the Divine Consciousness reached in, he wandered around in the aimless white fog, like a child who had accidentally drunk himself, and after ten minutes or so, the Divine Consciousness was actually a little tired.

There is a strange sense of resistance in my heart, this spatial passage is a bit strange.

Xue Huaqiang endured his lack of intention to withdraw his divine sense, and calmed down in the sea of consciousness for a while before his sleepy divine consciousness regained his spirit.

"Once inside, don't use your divine sense to probe those white mists."

She gave a command to the people behind her, and then walked firmly past the white-bearded old man and into the spatial passage.