"Last night, a total of eight people from our sect and some other small sects camped here. In the middle of the night, the volcano that was supposed to be dead suddenly erupted, and before I could wake them up, the magma engulfed them in an instant. I was the only one who had a vigil that night to escape this fate, but my hand ······"

The disciple of the Guangling Sect said, the pain in his eyes was clearly visible, after all, if the disciple of the same sect died in front of him, it would be unbearable for anyone, not to mention that it included his master.

Lan Yao thought of the upright woman, how she and the Qingqing Cave Master fell in a blink of an eye.

It seems that this magma is not ordinary magma in the dust, otherwise this immortal cultivator in the Yuan Infant stage would not be swallowed by that ordinary tongue of fire at all.

"You, come with us." Lan Yao hesitated for a moment, but still invited him to join.

Now she is also looking for her disciples, and in a way, they are still sympathetic.

"Thank you, head Lan Yao." The disciple of the Guangling faction, who thought he was dead, didn't care about the pain all over his body, and knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Lan Yao.

After all, in the secret realm, she can help him bandage, which is already considered benevolent. Now that he has to carry this burden with him, he should really be thankful.

"No, but this arm ······" Lan Yao had already cleaned most of the wounds on his body, leaving only where to put the burned, blackened arm, and how to choose that was his business, and they had no right to decide as outsiders.

The Guangling Sect's disciple's eyes dimmed slightly, the corners of his mouth turned down slightly, and the tears were forced back.

I thought there would be a magical situation here, but last night they were still discussing with great interest how to distribute the treasures if they came across. On the way, people from other sects were willing to join them, probably because there were many people and great strength, and they wanted to feel at ease.

But all of this was wiped out in the blink of an eye, his arm was gone, and his senior brother, his head and several other like-minded Daoists were all buried in the volcanic eruption last night.

It's as if they didn't exist at all in this world.

After a long time, he finally spoke: "This arm, don't want it." ”

He knew why Lan Yao asked him like that, and she must have noticed that the flames here were completely different from the usual. If he had kept the arm, the flames would have spread along the arm, eventually incinerating his entire body.

She was thinking about him.

"Okay, it will hurt a little, you bear with it." After Lan Yao finished speaking, he pulled out the ice glass satin, and with a slight wave, the black arm fell off in response, and the blood did not stop flowing in an instant.

Lan Yao quickly poured spiritual power into his body, and the blood gradually coagulated, and finally the wound was completely healed!

"Thank you, head Lan Yao!" The disciple of the Guangling faction said happily, the pain that had just come from that arm had completely disappeared, and now there was only comfort left, and it was really a blessing in misfortune to be able to save this life.

"I'm afraid that this volcano will erupt again, let's go, it's not appropriate to stay for a long time at this moment." Lan Yao gathered his mind and said calmly.

The disciples of the Guangling faction looked at the girl in front of her, her red hair was floating, she could attract thousands of eyes just by standing there, she was God's favorite, like a cold and secluded iceberg snow lotus in a deep stream, extremely dusty, not eating the fireworks of the world.

is obviously only a teenager, but he looks more stable than someone who is already in his fifties.

She is the pride of the sky.

"Okay, head Lan Yao, my name is Gong Hong." Gong Hong stroked the hair in front of her forehead with her only remaining hand, and introduced herself with the steps of Lan Yao and Chou.

"Honglong-" The three of them had just walked out of the range of the volcano, and the volcano that seemed to have been closed erupted again, and a large amount of lava erupted from the crater, and finally engulfed the entire land, and the heat wave was rolling, and they were obviously almost a hundred miles away, but they could still feel the heat rushing to their faces.

When several people saw this situation, they didn't say a word.

In front of nature, even immortal cultivators are no more than Erer.

They are too small.

"Rich, rich!"

"A lot of money, a lot of money!"

"It's really worth it for us to come in, and we don't have to worry about food and clothing in this life!"

"Heh, let those individuals look down on me, and when I carry this mountain of gold and silver, see what they are proud of!"

"That is, who said that we immortal cultivators can only live a hard life, with this money, with today's cultivation, we can live for three hundred years, what kind of immortals do we cultivate, it is better to return to mortal dust and be a free land immortal."

"Yes, yes, marry a few more beautiful concubines! It is said that the goods in the Smoke and Rain Beauty Pavilion are all expensive, if you can marry one······ Hey. ”

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Lan Yao, Chou and Gong Hong hid in the shadows.

Through the layers of dense leaves, they saw a farce not far away.

More than a dozen disciples who didn't know what sect were rejoicing in front of a pile of dung, their eyes were full of yearning for money, and what they said was all pleasure, not like immortal cultivators at all! It's more like a group of thugs who are stupid!

There were also people who rolled in the dung, stuffing a lot of dung into their robes, and in an instant the stench overflowed, and the smell of dung became thicker and thicker in the air, but the dozen or so people were unaware.

"Master, it's Rosemary." Leng Hui opened her mouth with some feeling, it was also her dereliction of duty that several disciples of the Xuanyuan Sect disappeared last night and she couldn't notice it.

"Rosemary?" Lan Yao's eyebrows were flirtatious, and the unknown light flowed in her eyes, which seemed to be able to seduce people's souls.

"Well, when everyone enters this Rosemary, they will lose their minds and treat everything in front of them as something else, which is a kind of immortal law in the fairy world." Leng Hui knew everything, she never thought that the immortal aura in the secret realm was pervasive, and there was even an immortal method unique to the immortal world!

"Why didn't we enter this illusion?" It's no wonder that from time to time, there is a burst of fragrance wafting in the air, which turns out to be due to rosemary.

"Those who are not strong enough will fall into this Rosemary. And ugliness is originally a spirit, so it can naturally resist this thing, as for the man next to you, I am afraid that he has just received the spiritual power of the master, so he can stay awake. Leng Hui carefully analyzed.

"Is this a secret realm or a hell? I'm really curious. Lan Yao's red lips hooked up a faint, elegant arc.

Suddenly, a flute sound pierced the sky, and pieces of pear petals slowly floated in the sky, sweet and thin, scattering all the strange fragrances.

I saw a purple-robed boy, approaching everyone step by step, his fingertips were flexible as if dancing on the flute, his appearance was leisurely like a noble son, his black hair was scattered and spreading, hanging down to his waist, his cherry blossom-like soft lips were holding a flute made of white jade.

His eyes were sparkling, he was wearing a purple jade dragon flying crown on his head, broken beads and tassels were descending, and he was born a lotus step by step, and he really had a face that captivated the world. This is the man Lan Yao has ever seen, except for the flower hundred-year-old, who wears purple so luxuriously.

As the last note fell, everyone woke up from their dreams.

They looked at the situation in front of them in amazement, many Taoist friends were crawling with dung on their bodies, and some people were holding dung with a smirk on their faces.

What about their gold and silver?

What about their mortal emperor dreams?

What about their thousands of beauties?

"Vomit—" The sound of vomiting rang out one after another.

They couldn't believe that they were holding a pile of dung and dreaming sweetly there.

When the noble prince saw that everyone had woken up, he turned around and left.

Before leaving, the gaze passed through the layers of leaves, and fell on the place where Lan Yao and the three of them were, and then his eyes turned away, as if he had never been there.

"Master, he ······ that person just now"

"He's an immortal." Leng Hui just wanted to explain, but Lan Yao actually revealed the identity of that person first.

Yes, that person is an immortal.

is still an amorous immortal.

He is another friend who is 100 years old, and his life seems to be born for beauty.

He has many pink confidants, but he only stays in the ambiguous stage, and he never breaks through that layer.

He can go to Persia in the world to weave illusions for the sake of beauty, and he can go to the demon world to lurk for three years for beauty, and even his immortal is cultivated for beauty.

After all, at that time, he was in love with a fallen city immortal. In order to match it, he spent three hundred years cultivating hard day by day, and finally cultivated to become an immortal, but lost his beauty.

"Now that they're all awake, let's go." Lan Yao wanted to come to the rescue, but if someone was one step ahead of her, she would naturally not be stronger.

"Okay." The two of them answered and walked in opposite directions.

It was a trail, densely forested.

Lan Yao's mind was not on the adventure at the moment, she was only thinking about how to find her disciples.

Therefore, she didn't want to meet the people of the Light Spirit Cave at all, so as not to spend her mind to solve the troubles.

Sometimes, however, what you are afraid of, it just comes.

"Yo, isn't this little cheap hoof the head of Lan Yao~" The bewitching voice has a hint of seduction.

The master of the Qingling Cave was wearing a wisp of light veil, showing her delicate figure, and beside her were a group of disciples of the Qingling Cave, a total of five people.

"Little?" Lan Yao evoked a sneering arc, she was in a bad mood, but someone had to hit the muzzle.

She stopped the two people who wanted to stand up for her, and her lips lifted slightly: "Master Kite, you say, if I kill all five of you, will someone avenge you?" ”

"Lan Yao, don't be a fool and dream, there is only a beautiful man with no cultivation by your side, and a disciple of the Guangling faction with a broken arm, what capital do you have to kill me? It's you, you should beg for mercy, I may be able to spare your cheap life! The face of the Qingling Cave Master was full of meaning, she didn't know what Lan Yao had experienced, and the disciples around her had all disappeared.

She only knew that at this moment, this little slut was outnumbered, and this was the best time to kill her.

The killing intent in the eyes of the Qingling Cave Lord flashed.