Listening to the other party's explanation of the twists and turns of the matter, the corners of Ling Xian's mouth couldn't help but show a hint of a smile, after so many days of worrying, at this point, he finally let go of a big stone in his heart.

Misfortune and blessing lurk, Qingling Valley is one of the seven major sects of this interface, the two girls have this adventure, and Ling Xian also rejoices on their behalf.

The next thing you should worry about is to worry about your own problems.

Go!

Although Ling Xian had gained many benefits, he was still unfamiliar with this demon beast Dao, and what to do next, he didn't have a score in his heart at all.

Fortunately, there is an experienced old monster in front, as the saying goes, the old horse knows the way, Ling Xian was about to ask Yu Tian to hate the ancestor, but he didn't expect the other party to speak first: "Boy, you have a very good appetite for the old man, live well, remember, the true immortals are despicable, do everything, and when you have the opportunity to face them, you must be careful to care......"

The voice became quieter and quieter, and finally disappeared without a trace.

Ling Xian was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly shouted loudly: "Senior, where are you going, junior still has something to ask you." ”

"Boy, I'm just a wisp of primordial spirit, I've been talking to you for so long, I've consumed too much of the power of the source, and I need to sleep and rest, as short as a hundred years, and as long as ten thousand years, before it is possible to see you again. ”

The voice of the Heavenly Hate Ancestor seemed weak, and then the face of the person on the trunk of the tree was slightly blurred, and it also disappeared without a trace.

Ling Xian's face was extremely gloomy, and he roared for a while, but he couldn't get a response from the other party anymore.

Helpless.

The matter has come to this point, and Ling Xian can only give up.

It was not advisable to stay long, so he returned to the surface the way he came.

When I came to the middle of the day, when I came out, the sky was already bright, and the autumn was high and refreshing.

After a busy night, Ling Xian didn't feel tired, after all, this experience was magical, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that the immortal fate of the world was not an exaggeration, although the future trouble was not small, but with the true immortal as an enemy, at least there was no need to worry about it in a short period of time, no matter how fast it was, it would have to wait until the tribulation period.

What's more, who can say clearly about the future, he has only inherited the mantle of the two spiritual powers, and he has no grievances with the true immortals in the past and no enmity in the near future, and this grievance may not be unresolved.

Thinking of this, Ling Xian felt a lot more relieved, and looked around, thinking about what he should do next.

He didn't think about it for long, and soon Ling Xian made a decision, the top priority was to find a safe and secure Cave Heaven Blessed Land, and first swallow the Pan Peach Creation Pill, if there was really such a miracle as the Heavenly Hate Ancestor said, he should be able to advance to the Transformation Stage.

Then take out the fire phoenix sword, and practice it for a good life, as long as you can drive it as you like and run as you wish, your strength will naturally be able to skyrocket several times.

He made a choice, but unfortunately Ling Xian didn't know where the Cave Heaven Blessed Land was, and there was no use in worrying about this kind of thing, so he simply flew forward aimlessly, hoping to meet an immortal cultivator so that he could show him the way.

It's a pity that although the idea is good, the luck is not good, not to mention the monks, not even a single demon clan, this world is vast, far from the three thousand worlds can be compared, although there are hundreds of millions of living beings, but in general, it is still vast and sparsely populated.

Ling Xian didn't have a map in his hand, so he was like a headless fly, so it was naturally difficult to get his wish.

However, Ling Xian was not discouraged, there were many good things, he didn't believe that he really couldn't meet an immortal cultivator.

In a blink of an eye, half a month has passed.

A rainbow pierced the sky, in the rainbow, Ling Xian's brows were furrowed together, his face was full of sadness, God seemed to be joking with himself, could it be that there was really no trace of this million miles?

This thought turned in his mind, Ling Xian suddenly raised his eyebrows, and a gray light appeared in the distance.

Immortal cultivators, and their strength is not weak, they have reached the Ning Dan stage.

Although he had just stepped into this realm, the spiritual power in this person's body was very vigorous, and it seemed that the exercises he cultivated were quite extraordinary.

Ling Xian was overjoyed, and before he could step forward to greet him, the light suddenly changed direction and flew towards this side.

It seems that this person has also discovered his whereabouts, so he doesn't know why he took the initiative to come, of course, with Ling Xian's strength, he is not afraid of the other party's ill intentions, so he simply retreated and stopped in mid-air.

At the same time, Ling Xian restrained his breath, and his cultivation looked like an immortal cultivator in the Jindan period.

The gray light was inconspicuous, but the speed was not slow at all, and after a few breaths, he came to his face.

The brilliance converged, revealing a big man in a gray robe.

This person is about in his early forties, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a figure like an iron tower.

His gaze swept over Ling Xian's body, but the big man's expression changed completely, his frenzied attitude converged, revealing a trace of respect and admiration, and he hugged his fists: "Dare to ask Daoyou, also go to Qingmu Mountain to participate in that once-in-a-century ceremony?"

"Qingmu Mountain Grand Ceremony?" Ling Xian heard in a fog: "What is that?"

"What, Daoist friends don't know, with your cultivation, how can you not have heard of it?" This time, it was the turn of the big man who was shocked and spoke with a suspicious face.

"Don't hide it from fellow Daoists, Ling is a casual cultivator, he has been cultivating with his teacher since he was a child, and he has been cultivating in the mountains for hundreds of years, this is the first time he has come out......" Ling Xian was silent on the surface, but the lies in his mouth rolled out, and now he can make up stories without blinking.

"I see. ”

There was a hint of admiration on the big man's face: "It turns out that Daoyou is an ascetic, Xu is really disrespectful." ”

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say, I don't know the name of Youzun, where is the fairy town?"

"In the next Xu Hao, loose cultivation one, this go to Qingmu Mountain, to participate in the centennial ceremony, as the saying goes, please not meet by chance, Taoist friends can be interested in going to see it in the next step. ”

"That...... What is the Mt. Aome Festival?"

"To put it simply, it is a grand gathering of immortal cultivators in this million miles, and they communicate with each other. ”

"It's an exchange party!"

"Hehe, it can also be said, but the Qingmu Mountain Festival is not an ordinary exchange meeting that can be compared. ”

"Oh, is there anything else special?" Ling Xian listened to the other party's words, and his heart was a little interested.

"Of course, the once-in-a-century festival is also rare for us monks, there are countless immortal cultivators from the south to the north, there are countless masters, and there are countless treasures of all kinds, legends, and even true immortals have descended here. ”

"What, True Immortal?"

Ling Xian was trembling, ordinary monks naturally longed for true immortals, but Ling Xian was as afraid as a snake and scorpion, and he couldn't wait to stay away.

"Hehe, don't be surprised, it's just a legend, no one has ever seen it, most of it is just the organizer who put gold on his face, but it is indeed easy to see high-level immortal cultivators at the ceremony, if you are lucky, you may be accepted as an apprentice. (To be continued.) )