The journey of cultivating immortals is a journey against the sky, those who have no talent cannot enter, those who have no chance cannot enter, those who have no scheming cannot last long, and those who have no foundation cannot get it.

This night, Yun Mu had no sleep, he sat alone in the courtyard, looking at the bright moon in the sky, the twinkling stars, and the endless galaxy.

He remembered the question that Hu Lao asked himself at the beginning, why do you cultivate immortals?

"Why cultivate immortals?" Yun Mu muttered to himself, his eyes revealing trance and confusion, he felt a trace of bitterness, "Different scenery, different lives, different prices......"

"When I was a child, my mother told me that the world is very small, that my home is the whole world, and that when I grow up, the village is the whole world, and now, the world in my eyes is immeasurable, and I can't understand the world, but I have to keep going and see the world......"

The next morning, the first rays of morning light pierced through the boundless night, like a knife of light tearing it apart and cutting a big hole.

Yun Mu looked at the slowly rising, majestic golden sun, a familiar feeling spread in his heart, and before he could react, a piercing purple light pierced through the endless void and submerged into his body.

At the same time, the golden aura in his body was also boiling in an instant, wrapping the purple mangs and devouring them, and finally turned into a faint purple-gold aura, which was submerged in the ten spiritual veins.

A layer of golden-purple film emerged at the edge of the spiritual vein, and if you looked closely, there were countless strange patterns carved on it, as if the veins of the human body.

After half a pillar of incense, Yun Mu opened his eyes and experienced the changes in his body and the flow of spiritual power.

He suddenly found that the ten spiritual veins seemed to be stronger, and at the same time, a stronger feeling surged in his body, and he felt that his cultivation had made a breakthrough, as if he had taken a small step forward again on the way to refining qi.

Although this small step was small, its value could not be measured by anything, and this small step allowed Yun Mu to enter another world, beyond the tenth order of qi refining, but he had not yet built a foundation.

"Is it true that Qi refining is only the tenth order, and what is that purple mang?" Yun Mu muttered in his mouth, his eyes emitting dazzling golden light, like two golden suns.

On the foggy mountains outside Lin City, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy walked upward with difficulty carrying a bamboo basket on his back.

The young man's face was a little green, his eyes were large and smart, and his cloth clothes were a little tattered but cleanly and neat.

In the mist of Yunxian, the young man walked with difficulty with a bamboo basket on his back, with a determined look on his face.

"As long as you reach the top of the mountain, you can find the immortal, and ask the immortal to give me an elixir, so that my mother's illness will be cured, and I can't fall, once I fall......" The young man gritted his teeth and insisted.

Suddenly, the boy stopped and looked around, and he faintly heard a voice, someone talking, and it sounded abruptly in the mountains.

"Could it be an immortal!" the young man was startled, walked quickly behind a large tree, and poked his head out to look out.

He was a little nervous in his heart, and he heard the old man in the village say that there were not only immortals in the foggy mountains, but also some man-eating demons, and many people who sought immortals and pills went and never returned.

Cold sweat broke out from the boy's forehead and slid down his cheeks, his heart pounded hard, the boy swallowed his saliva, closed his eyes, and muttered in his mouth.

"Don't eat me, don't eat me, I still want to find pills, I want to save my mother, don't eat me, don't eat me, I'm not delicious!"

In the clouds, an old man with a childish face walked forward, his expression was calm, his face was calm, his whole body exuded a faint white light, and the fog outside was like being played with by a pair of big hands, taking the initiative to separate, and at the same time, a coercion emanated out, so that some creatures did not dare to approach.

Behind the old man was a young man, dressed in white, his eyes as bright as stars, and he was looking down in thought at the moment, his right hand constantly playing.

The two are Yun Mu and the old man of the Mu family, Mu Xinglong. At this time, Mu Xinglong, although his appearance looked the same as usual, his soul was already controlled by Yun Mu, like a puppet, at his mercy.

At this moment, Yun Mu learned from the mouth of the old man of the Mu family that the Yunxia Cave Mansion was located in the northern area of the Foggy Mountains, the entrance was mysterious, and there was a spell arrangement at the entrance, which even ordinary monks in the late stage of foundation building could not see through.

At the same time, the scale of this scattered cultivation alliance is not small, and there are hundreds of monks, but most of them are early stage qi refining monks, and there are only about a dozen of them at the peak of qi refining like old men, in addition, the elders in the Yunxia Cave Mansion are all foundation building monks, there are four in total.

"If I can control the Yunxia Cave Mansion in my hands, it will be much more convenient for my next affairs, but those four foundation building monks don't know how to deal with it, with my current combat strength, I may be able to defeat the monks in the early stage of foundation building, but I am afraid that it is a bit dangerous in the middle stage of foundation building, and in addition, what the old man of the Mu family knows is not necessarily true, I am afraid that there will be a Jiedan monk." ”

Yun Mu thought to himself in his heart, looking at the clouds floating beside him, and the figure of a young man appeared in his sight.

"Another immortal seeker. ”

Along the way, Yun Mu saw many such teenagers, who came to this vast foggy mountain to find immortal fate.

Suddenly, Yun Mu's heart moved, and a wisp of divine consciousness attached to the young man's body was scattered, and he withdrew his gaze and walked forward.

Not far away, the young man patted his chest when he saw the two of them dissipate into the clouds, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and then continued to walk forward.

On a mountain road in the north of the Foggy Mountains, there is a strange mountain rock, this mountain rock is not big, only more than one person high, the shape is strange like a demon beast, and at the same time, under this mountain rock, there are bursts of clouds and mist rising.

Yun Mu stood in front of the mountain rock, looked at the strange mountain rock, stretched out his right hand and leaned against the bottom of the mountain rock, and injected spiritual power into it.

Hearing only a bang, the mountain rock retreated violently, and a black pressure hole appeared in front of Yun Mu's eyes, at the entrance of the cave, there was a layer of film emitting blue light to seal the hole, and at the same time, on the right side of the hole, a small groove emerged.

Then, Yun Mu pressed the token he had taken from the old man of the Mu family into the groove at the entrance of the cave, and a slight sound came from under his feet, and he saw that the film immediately cracked.

After muttering for a while, Yun Mu and the old man of the Mu family went down to the cave to explore the Yunxia Cave Mansion.

The cave was pitch black and silent, only the footsteps of the two echoed in the cave, which made people feel chilled.

After walking for about half a cup of tea, Yun Mu faintly saw a light coming from not far away, and there was a slight sound of conversation, Yun Mu controlled the old man to walk forward.

Outside the cave, Yun Mu looked at the scene in front of him and was shocked, this place is different from what Yun Mu thought before, it can be said that there is a big gap, this place is as prosperous as the streets of Lincheng, there are also many restaurants, shops are vertical and horizontal, and there is a monk who meditates cross-legged on both sides of the street is setting up stalls and shouting.

Looking at this scene, Yun Mu smiled bitterly and shook his head, it seemed that he had some misunderstanding of Yunxia Cave Mansion.

The arrival of Yun Mu and the old man of the Mu family also attracted the attention of some people, but it did not cause much of a sensation, some just glanced up and continued the matter at hand, while others had gloomy faces and stared at the old man of the Mu family, obviously entangled with it.

Under the leadership of the old man of the Mu family, Yun Mu wandered around the streets, making some inquiries and observations.

"Come and see, the best elixir only needs two low-grade spirit stones. ”

"A fire path spell, intact, ten lower-grade spirit stones. ”

"A primary-grade spirit treasure, a medium-grade spirit stone......"

Yun Mu looked around, looking at the monks who were setting up stalls on both sides of the street, his eyes turning.

In his opinion, the pills, spells, and even spirit treasures here are all unpopular goods, which are far from those of the Wind Spirit Sect, but they are also some precious materials, but they are seriously damaged, and they have no value.

As he walked, Yun Mu suddenly stopped, his eyes fell on a thin piece of golden paper, and his heart was pounding.

"How do you sell this thing?" Yun Mu said, pointing to the golden paper.

The monk who set up the stall glanced at Yun Mu and said lightly: "Three lower-grade spirit stones." ”

Yun Mu was about to pick up the paper, when he suddenly heard a voice behind him, "I will take out five lower grade spirit stones......

Before the figure could walk in, Yun Mu put away the golden paper, took out three lower-grade spirit stones from his arms and threw them to the vendor, and turned to leave.

"Good boy, stand ...... me"

Before the words fell, the man flew out directly and crashed into the street, spurting a large mouthful of blood from his mouth and showing disbelief in his eyes.

"There is no next time. The old man's voice echoed faintly in the streets, with undoubted coercion and a murderous intent, and exploded in his heart.