Bai Ye's figure gradually revealed in an abandoned cave, and he squinted at it, where there was a cyan stone, which turned into powder after he stepped out.

After a moment's thought, it became clear that this was the means of the convener of the secret council, the masked monk.

Perhaps it is to separate the various cultivators, so as not to connect them in private and give birth to uncontrollable things, but although the entrance is the same, after stepping out, they divide their own things.

At the same time, Bai Ye also understood that although the entrance was in the valley, the secret room where he could gather was definitely not there, and even the many secret meetings in the past, the location of the teleportation was by no means the same. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

This made Bai Ye puzzled about the identity of the masked monk, he had this kind of means, and he had not been known by others for hundreds of years, it can be seen that this person is in the Valley of No Return, and he is definitely not an ordinary monk.

"But what is the horror of that blessed land that will make these people pay a high price to seek refuge..."

Bai Ye put away his disguise, revealed his face, and slowly stepped out of the cave, with a bit of thought on his face.

At this moment, the sky is already bright, and in that secret room, I don't know how time has passed, but the night has passed.

In the early morning, among the mountains, there was gradually some mist, soaked in the body, there was a trace of coolness, Bai Ye stood there, his eyes narrowed slightly, with thought, after a while, the essence flashed, his body shook, and quickly flew towards the cold lake when the foundation was built.

And just after Bai Ye and the others left the secret room, the masked monk sat there cross-legged, his eyes flickering.

After a long time, he smiled, and with a wave of his hand, a two-foot scroll appeared in front of him.

This painting scroll has become a brown and yellow color, which seems to be old, and there is a faint release of coercion.

He stretched out his hand and stroked it gently, the evil in his eyes became even thicker, and he muttered in his mouth: "There is only one trace left, once you succeed, you can step into the last realm..."

"You old thing should have died a long time ago, and the real use of this blessed land without return was abandoned by you, but why, but you occupied it to the death, only for the purpose of prolonging life... Hmph, if you really value me, you should have fulfilled me with no return of blessings..."

"Since you're so stubborn, don't blame me... However, I still want to thank you, in the end, in another form, to fulfill my path of cultivating immortals..."

"Thirty years... Thirty years..."

The masked monk's gaze sneered and hateful, and suddenly, he pulled the scroll open.

"I've been waiting for a thousand years, this time, why take another thirty years..."

The scroll is gray and yellow, and only a white-haired figure exists on it, but the strange thing is that the person is not complete, and at the moment on his face, there are no facial features, which makes it look like a sense of palpitation.

Especially at this moment, under the fluctuation of the masked monk's cultivation, the white-haired figure actually squirmed, as if there was life, it was more like trying his best to break free from the shackles of the picture scroll.

"Ho-ho-ho...."

The masked monk stood up suddenly, scroll in one hand, laughing maniacally, and roaring echoed through the chamber.

"If you don't take it, you will suffer it... Old stuff... You have cultivated immortals for 2,700 years, but you can't break the essence of cultivating immortals, and you can laugh at the little kindness that was once mortal..."

"If you have concealed it for more than a thousand years, can you hide the true use of the blessed land without return? Extend life... You've ruined this unfortunate land... Why? Why would you rather do this than me..."

"Old thing, I smuggled this scroll out when I first entered with you... Since you have a benevolent and unbearable heart, then use your 2,700 years of cultivation to achieve my path to immortality. “

The hysterical roar gradually disappeared, and in the secret room, only the cold eyes that had wiped out all the warmth, releasing madness and hatred.

Ding Li was dressed as a Confucian scribe again, and his heart was low and sorrowful.

"Thirty years ago, in the blessed land of no return, in order to resist the dark wounds, has lasted for ten years, which makes my cultivation, over the years, not much improvement, this time opened, due to the lack of spirit stones, I had to still choose the first PTZ...

"There, the first to bear the brunt, even if you succeed, you will pay a very heavy price in the end, that belongs to the monk and even willing to give everything, and what he desires, not to mention the last time I did..."

The even more bitter expression, the appearance of Ding Li's face in the gallop, made him in a trance, and he didn't even notice that the cave where he lived had all the prohibitions disappeared at this moment.

When his figure flashed in, he was startled, and when he remembered this, vigilance suddenly rose from his heart.

But when I looked up and saw the back of the person standing with his hands in his hands and wearing a white linen shirt, cold sweat suddenly appeared from his back.

The back in front of him, for him, was undoubtedly a fear hidden in the depths of his heart, even more than the uneasiness that would only occur when facing a foundation building peak cultivator.

At this moment, Bai Ye turned around, the corners of his mouth groaned with an inexplicable meaning, and in his hand was playing with a red jade stick pointing at Xu Kuan.

"You... It's also one of the Ten Cultivations?"

When Ding Li saw the red jade stick, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and then his body shook suddenly, his eyes showed disbelief, and when he spoke, he was in a strong tremor because of his agitated mood.

Just because there is one on his body, the number that is branded on it is one, which represents the agreement in the secret room - the first gimbal.

This kind of sign, at this moment, appeared in the hands of another person in front of Ding Li's eyes, and its meaning is self-evident.

And after leaving there, the person in front of him immediately came to him, what was "he" for?

This doubt made Ding Li even more apprehensive in his heart.

Bai Ye didn't speak, but stretched out his hand and waved, and immediately flew out a lot of forbidden materials, falling at the entrance of the cave, rippling, making it isolated from the outside, and at the same time, the spiritual light flashed on his fingertips, and several cultivation powers diffused out at the same time, one after another.

Now, with his cultivation of the foundation and the gradual proficiency of the prohibition, the arrangement is no longer as time-consuming as it was at the beginning.

In particular, this prohibition is only to isolate the eyes and consciousness of others, so that the words will not come out and will not exist for a long time.

After the ban was placed, Bai Ye brushed the stone bed in the cave with his big sleeves, sat down cross-legged, and looked as if he was the owner of the cave.

Then, he looked at Ding Li, but he still didn't speak, but his gaze gradually began to appear cold, and the coercive aura permeated from his body, enveloping this small cave.

Ding Li was already in a panic mood, and at this time, in the face of this invisible and tangible pressure, he began to feel even more uneasy, and his face stiffened, which made him not even dare to face it, the eyes that made him feel cold in his heart, and his head slowly drooped.

Especially Bai Ye's silence, Ding Li didn't dare to move a little bit when the sweat was slipping down.

Ten breaths... Twenty breaths... Thirty breaths... After the tea time, just when Ding Li and Yu Bai Ye's coercion were about to collapse in his heart, cold words sounded in his ears.

"Is it now possible to tell the true secrets of the blessed land of no return?"

Ding Li's heart trembled, and he heard it from these light and cold, emotionless words.

It's just that the doubts are even stronger.

"Isn't this man one of ten? Why does it seem that he does not know the truth of the place..."

This question existed in Ding Li's mind, and when he raised his head and faced Bai Ye's indifferent gaze, he trembled again, his mind was blank, and he was dumbfounded, and he forgot to answer.

Seeing Ding Li's expression, Bai Ye frowned, and the aura of cultivation was no longer released.

After another moment, Ding Li exhaled a long breath, and when he was about to open his mouth, a crazy and seductive thought flashed directly through his mind.