Two men and one woman, both in the late stage of the transformation of gods. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Especially the man with the hair in the middle, his cultivation has reached the top level of the gods, and he is only a line away from the five heavenly tribulations.

On the left is a green-robed monk, in his forties, with a pale face that at first glance looks like a zombie.

As for the right, there is a white-haired old woman, holding a dragon's head cane, an old dragon clock, as if a gust of wind can blow her down, but that is just the appearance, when she started to kill people just now, she was ruthless and agile, but it can be compared with the most ferocious killer.

The cultivation of these three people is amazing, but the origin is very mysterious, and they will not leave any monks who come here, and kill them cleanly.

At this time, the thunder was much quieter, and the catastrophe was almost over.

They looked at the valley in front of them, but there was a gloomy light in their eyes.

"Gu Da, have you really found out, this is the secret cave of Zhuge Lao'er, we have killed so many monks to extinguish their mouths, and we have received countless blood feuds, I don't want the bamboo basket to be empty. The pale green-robed man spoke with a sad face.

With an innocent face, looking at his expression, it was as if he had just killed someone, and there was a compelling reason.

"Wu Laosan, don't act here, the cat cries and the mouse is fake compassion, I don't know your details, what kind of blood and hatred, it's just to kill some low-level ants with no eyes, is it possible that there will be any trouble?" The bearded monk raised his eyebrows and snorted in reply.

"Gu Da, you can't say that, that Zhuge Lao'er is not easy to mess with, if we don't get accurate information, he has fallen in Qingmu Mountain, we won't make great efforts to plot his cave, this old guy himself will lead to countless troubles, if we return empty-handed, this time it will be worth the loss. The green-robed man retorted with a solemn expression.

"Okay, don't be verbose here, since the deity called you, you are naturally ten percent sure, although Zhuge Lao'er is the same as us, he is only in the late stage of the transformation of the gods, but he is the elder of several sects, presiding over the Qingmu Mountain ceremony, and he has made a lot of money, and his wealth is rich, comparable to Tongxuan, this secret cave mansion is to hide seven or eight out of ten of his wealth, so why is it not worth taking some risks?"

There was a hint of impatience on the face of the Hooded Monk, obviously dissatisfied with the other party's hypocritical attitude.

"That's true, but since Zhuge Lao'er has returned to the underworld, who is the one who is here to survive the catastrophe?" the white-haired old woman said suspiciously.

"I don't know, maybe someone found this place by accident, but that fool didn't leave after getting the treasure, but chose to spend the catastrophe here. The green-robed man said thoughtfully.

"Maybe, but what does it matter, what the other party has spent is only four heavenly tribulations, even if it succeeds, it has just entered the god transformation stage, such an existence is not worth mentioning to us, and it can be killed at will. The Bearded Monk didn't care.

"I don't know if that person discovered this place by accident, or if he is inextricably linked to Zhuge Lao'er, if the former is enough, the old body can give him a pleasure, if it is the latter, I will not drain his soul and refine his soul, so that he can taste the misery and suffering of the world......" The white-haired old woman said this, where there is still a little kind eyebrow, and her hideous expression is similar to that of an evil ghost.

Her two companions didn't mind, as companions knew each other, this Mrs. Cheng's son fell into the hands of Zhuge Ancestor, so she hated him to the core.

"Okay, don't talk too much about this nonsense, first break these prohibitions in front of you, as the saying goes, the night is long and dreams are many, if there is any tricky character in a while, it will be worth the loss. The Monk said so.

He was originally at the head of the three, and this was reasonable, and the other two naturally did not make sense, so they each sacrificed their treasures and hit forward.

Rumble!

The sound of impact came to the ears, and several colorful light curtains appeared outside the valley, which were extremely thick, blocking the attacks of several people's treasures.

Ling Xian sighed, in all fairness, the formation he had laid out this time was quite good, enough to block ordinary immortal cultivators.

However, in front of him are three old monsters in the late stage of the transformation of gods.

In the face of them, this formation can be dwarfed.

It's hard to stop for a moment.

Ling Xian's heart was extremely indignant, but he had to prepare to stop the promotion.

No matter how big he is, he will never dare to risk going mad!

Strong enemies are looking around, and the danger of continuing to practice is self-evident.

He opened his eyes, and his pupils were full of murderous energy.

If you give yourself some more time, it is entirely possible to cultivate to the Great Perfection of the Transformation Stage, but now that he has stopped at the peak of the middle stage, seeing the perfect opportunity, he just gave up in vain, and in Ling Xian's heart, he hated the three of them to the bone.

For immortal cultivators, blocking people's cultivation path is much more hateful than not sharing the hatred of the sky.

Either you die or I live, Ling Xian has already made up his mind to drain their souls and refine their souls.

However, at this moment, another rainbow flew from a distance.

The wind was galloping, and soon it was approaching the valley.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Ling Xian's mouth.

Is there anyone who wants to take advantage of the fire?

Well done!

Since you don't know whether you live or die, Young Master Ben will never leave anything behind, so let's kill today.

This thought has not yet been turned.

The brilliance has converged, and the new monk has come into view.

It was actually a young girl, but seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed in white, with a fresh and refined appearance, as if the Nine Heavens Fairy had fallen into the mortal dust.

Don't eat the fireworks of the world!

There is no shortage of beauties in the world of cultivating immortals, but it is extremely rare to see such a fluttering dust.

Ling Xian couldn't help but be stunned, and the three Avatar Cultivators were also full of surprise.

His eyes swept over, and he was even more surprised to find that this woman was actually an immortal cultivator in the middle stage of the god transformation.

At such a young age, it is really rare to have such a cultivation, or is it that the exercises she cultivates originally had the effect of rejuvenating her face?

There is no time to delve into it, what if you look beautiful, the world of cultivating immortals is the weak and the strong, the white-haired old woman's eyes flashed a trace of anger, and she was about to make a move, but she didn't expect the girl's sleeve robe to flick it, but she first sacrificed a treasure.

It is a fairy sword, as thin as a cicada's wings, but it exudes a dangerous aura, and it is not an ordinary treasure at first glance.

Most of this female cultivator is not bad, but she also doesn't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick, and she is only a mid-stage cultivator, but she dares to challenge the three late-stage immortal cultivators, is it just that she is beautiful, but there is a problem with her head?

The three of them thought so, and the girl's next behavior made them even more dumbfounded.

I saw the fairy sword floating above the woman's head, but she slowly spoke: "There is a Taoist friend here who is crossing the catastrophe, but the three of them are attacking the protective prohibition he has laid down, is it trying to take advantage of the danger of others?" (To be continued.) )