There was a low whisper echoing through the cave, and after the echo, it was clearly audible.

Altars, Immortal Masters, Disciples......

Li Chandao kept capturing the key words in it, and secretly analyzed it, it seemed that he had teleported to the lair of an immortal cultivator.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately it wasn't a deserted, inaccessible place.

The fire flickered, and two human men walked in with torches, dressed in servant clothes, cautious and nervous.

Out of caution, Li Chandao was reluctant to expose it for the time being, and the stone pagoda shrank to the size of a fine dust, fluttering in the air, and attached to the corner of a person's clothes.

The two looked at the altar, where the silver light gradually faded and calmed down, and glanced at each other with hesitation: "Do you want to report to the Immortal Master?"

"If you don't report it, if something happens, wait to be punished? It's not like you've never seen such a miserable end!"

One of them scolded in a low voice, very afraid of the immortal master, and the servants all showed a look of fear.

Their words are the lingua franca of the Terrans, but with a large accent.

Even the style of clothes is very different from that of southern Xinjiang, the style is wide, more ethereal, and full of fairy.

It seems that it is really not in southern Xinjiang, Gu Chen sighed lightly, and quickly looked away, after all, it is not bad to experience other customs and customs.

The two servants sped away, torches illuminating the dark passageway, which turned out to be an underground cavern, artificially created, with pearls hanging from the rock wall.

Because he wanted to see the so-called immortal master, the stone tower did not fly away, sticking to the corners of the two people's clothes, and turned around.

After walking for half an hour, the servants came to the immortal master's residence, which showed the vastness of this cave.

"Who's coming?"

In the empty underground cave, a golden palace sits, surrounded by jewels and jade, illuminating a colorful landscape.

Dozens of black-clothed warriors are guarding all directions, with strong blood and blood, bulging muscles, and a face full of meat, which is not easy to provoke at first glance.

The two servants immediately knelt on the ground, trembling: "The little one is the slave who guarded the ancient altar, and when he found something unusual, he came to report to the immortals!"

Li Chandao didn't listen to the next conversation, because he had already drifted towards the palace, and he was slightly disappointed in his heart.

As soon as his divine sense swept away, he discovered the cultivation of the immortal master in the hall, a foundation builder, and it seemed that he was still a demon cultivator.

The palace is luxurious and splendid, but the scene inside is like Senluo Hell, dense Gu insects are fighting, and mountains of corpses and bones can be vaguely seen in the sea of insects.

A ghostly old devil sat in the center, with a purple scorpion hanging from his cheek, and a purple-black hook pierced into his flesh.

Wisps of poisonous gas were released from the poisonous scorpion and devoured by the old devil, and the expression on his face was painful mixed with *** bliss.

Li Chandao was speechless, how could he encounter a bug again?

"Immortal Master, there is movement at that thousand-year-old altar, and it seems that a formation has been activated for a moment!"

The voice of the guard sounded from outside the hall, the voice respectful and fearful, and the old devil opened his eyes dissatisfied.

was suddenly disturbed, and the happiness was gone, and the poisonous scorpion on his face trembled, and he was directly sucked into jerky.

"Get in, and talk to the old man carefully!"

After listening to the guard's careful explanation, the old devil nodded, reached out and grabbed it, and smashed his heavenly spirit bone into a pulp.

The red and white things stained the palms of his hands, but the old devil didn't care, licked them greedily, and threw the corpse into the pile of insects.

"This underground cave is ancient, I'm afraid it has gone through 10,000 years, and that ancient altar is even more extraordinary, and the old man can't see any clues."

"I didn't expect that today I was really urged, maybe something happened, something was teleported in."

The old devil muttered to himself, alert, and first asked the guards to search the entire cave, but unfortunately found nothing.

After making sure that it was safe, this demon cultivator also went to the altar in person, and entered mana several times to urge it, but nothing happened.

"Strange, was it really a flash in the pan, or did I not find the trick?"

The two attendants on the side were frightened and begged for mercy, saying that they were not lying, and that they had indeed seen a vision.

The demon cultivator was upset when he heard this, and slapped the two of them to death: "Let's continue the search first, keep the highest vigilance, by the way, send another batch of disciples over."

He turned away, not noticing that a speck of dust had fallen from his body.

"If it weren't for this old devil's reminder, I would have ignored this altar!"

Li Chandao sighed, carefully studying the patterns on the altar, it is indeed a formation pattern, very ancient, and the same as in the ruins of the Yang Wudao people.

"It should be something left by the people of Yangwudao back then, this guy loves to give treasures, and he seems to love to arrange ruins."

Li Chan Dao thought about it, and Wang Xuanqi estimated that he was also transported to the ruins through this kind of altar.

He urged with his mana, and he didn't know if it was because of the destruction of the ruins, and there was no movement.

In the end, he had no choice but to imprint the array pattern on the altar in his mind.

These formations are very rough, and most of them have long been unused by today's cultivation world, but they are still very valuable.

Li Chandao flew around the cave, this demon cultivator was poorer than he thought, but there were many worldly treasures, most of them were sea treasures such as pearls and corals.

Due to the fact that he had seen too many Gu worms by Gu Chen's side, Li Chandao really wanted to change his taste, and he didn't consider this demon cultivation at all.

He found a way to leave, and was about to leave, when the guards suddenly walked in with a group of young men and girls, and could vaguely see the bright sunlight outside.

The boys and girls were chattering, all of them very excited, to be accepted as disciples by the legendary immortal master.

"Blood Food?"

Li Chandao glanced at these innocent teenagers, he had seen too many things and was too lazy to care.

But just this glance made his heart stir.

"This is the son of Gu Chen!?"

Li Chan Dao Tong Kong earthquake and saw a teenager.

The eyebrows and eyes are very similar to Gu Chen's real face, but they are more innocent, with the splendor of youth.

At this time, he was talking and laughing with the girl next to him, and his eyes were full of hope for the future, and he was enthusiastic.

In this world, is there really a fate in the underworld, manipulating everything, and everything has already been decided?

Li Chandao was silent, recalling the past of the ancient demon, how similar it was to the scene in front of him.

"It seems that it is also a good choice for a new cultivator to learn more about the situation?"

Li Chandao muttered to himself, turned around and returned to the main hall.

At this time, the old devil was smiling from ear to ear, just because among these disciples, there were actually three souls.

"It's time for me to increase my cultivation greatly!"

He was laughing uncontrollably, when a golden crow suddenly flew in with a fluttering sound.

The demon was stunned, and a golden flame fell from the sky, quickly squeezing into his vision, burning the man's head to ashes.

Li Chandao deliberately left this person's body and let the stone tower devour it, and suddenly a point of light appeared.

"Sure enough, I came to the East China Sea, and it is much more prosperous than the southern frontier!"

Li Chandao sighed, and the stone tower shook slightly, crushing all the insect swarms in the main hall into powder.

He didn't stop, he killed the so-called wicked people in the cave, and the boys and girls were already stunned by him.

"It's fate."

Li Chandao stared at the young man, wondering if Gu Chen would doubt his life if he saw it, it was too similar.

Even the fate is surprisingly consistent, touching someone's heartstrings.

After killing the insect swarm, the stone tower condensed a lot of life souls, all of which were given to these young boys and girls.

The young man who looked like Gu Chen took special care, and the real name of the demon cultivator, the poisonous insect, a second-order moon cold toad, became his life soul.

This is the thought of immortals, and all fate can be reversed.

After brushing his clothes, Li Chandao patted his buttocks, and Shi Shiran walked out of the grotto.