For a while, all kinds of thoughts turned in his mind, but in this case, he couldn't get the desired result at all, and leaving could be said to be the only right choice, after all, if another doppelganger fell, he would also be dragged down, and it was certain that his cultivation would suffer a big loss. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

His face was full of annoyance, but now he was helpless, in the case of great damage to his cultivation, it was impossible for him to defeat several immortal cultivators in the Xuan Stage with the strength of one person!

Stay in the green mountains and don't be afraid of no firewood.

He was covered in black, exuding a rich yin qi, and then turned into a black rainbow and left here at a gallop.

The whole process was complicated, but in fact, it was just a momentary effort, and the monks present were all dumbfounded, the other party obviously had the upper hand, why did he suddenly vomit blood and slip away.

Rao is they are knowledgeable, and they are also puzzled, only the face of the head of the Huayu Sect, Taixu Zhenren, shows a little thoughtfulness.

He is the one who deals with this old monster the most, and he has also seen him perform a mysterious doppelganger technique, and the other party suddenly retreated, could it be that there was something wrong with another doppelganger?

Trapped, or fallen, or seriously injured?

I don't know, but that clone was chasing Senior Brother Ling at the beginning.

For a while, the real person looked at the sky from afar, and he was stunned.

......

And all this, Ling Xian didn't know, he didn't know that this clone who killed the Ghost Venerable Master happened to save the life of the Taixu Zhenren.

It's a coincidence, sooner or later will not have this effect.

The strong enemy ambushed him, Ling Xian's face was also full of joy, his hatred with the other party was irresolvable, this time the danger was lifted, and he no longer had to worry about someone calculating himself, he could look for treasures in the Ethereal Immortal Palace with peace of mind.

Thinking so in his heart, Ling Xian glanced at the storage bag in his hand.

There was a hint of a deep groan on his face.

There are only nine places to get out of this level, but those nine treasures should not be so easy to find and find.

So you don't need to worry, you should still have plenty of time.

Ling Xian decided to take a break first, recovering the mana lost in the battle with the old monster just now, and at the same time taking inventory of the treasures.

The Ghost Spirit Master was an immortal cultivator in the Xiaodu Tribulation Period, and the real person of Huayu also fell in his hands, so the net worth of this old monster should be staggeringly rich.

Even if the two avatars take half of each, it is still a huge amount of wealth.

Thinking of this, Ling Xian's eyes were also full of excitement, after all, for a cultivator, the more resources he had, the faster he would improve his cultivation.

He turned his head and looked around, the mountains were undulating, and soon Ling Xian found a suitable hiding place, a cave, halfway up a mountain peak.

The light was swift and soon arrived.

Ling Xian's figure flickered, and he had already entered it.

"Hey, what is this?"

After Ling Xian entered the cave, he found that the inside suddenly opened up, originally he just wanted to come to the cave to rest and count the treasures, but he never thought that there was a cave inside.

An altar comes into view.

This altar is very quaint, and at first glance it looks like an old thing.

Ling Xian's face showed a hint of solemnity, and he released his divine sense, but he didn't find anything wrong.

He couldn't help but touch his forehead with his hand, frowning and thinking.

How could there be an altar here, is it a coincidence, or is it a portent.

Before this thought could be turned, Ling Xian's eyebrows suddenly moved, and the faint sound of footsteps came into his ears.

It came in from the outside.

Someone's coming.

Ling Xian hurriedly turned his head and looked around, there was no suitable place to hide.

He sighed secretly, his figure flashed, but he was close to the stone wall on the side, and then Ling Xian reached into the storage bag and took out a palm-sized talisman.

With a slap in front of him, the talisman spontaneously combusted without wind, and the gray halo enveloped Ling Xian's entire body inside.

With a flash of inspiration, Ling Xian's figure blurred for a while, and then disappeared into the stone wall.

This was not an ordinary earth escape technique, and it also had the effect of covering the breath, Ling Xian's whole person seemed to disappear, and the huge cave became empty again.

Soon the sound of footsteps became clearer, and then three figures came into view.

Two men and one woman!

The woman was tall and beautiful, but surprisingly, she was actually a ghost monk.

As for the other two men.

One is heroic and upright, but his hair is disheveled, and his body is full of bohemianism.

The last one, who was old and had a very ordinary appearance, wore a fiery red robe, and his clothes became the only thing that caught his eye.

"Is that them?"

Ling Xian's heart moved.

These three guys, when he first entered this level, he had seen them all.

Although the cultivation was also weakened, Ling Xian could see at a glance that they were by no means ordinary Yuan Infant Stage Immortal cultivators, and the cultivation level of seven or eight out of ten was much higher, and it was not necessarily impossible to be an old monster in the Xuan Stage.

It's just that I didn't expect the three of them to be a gang, and was it a coincidence or an accident that they came here?

If it's the former, that's fine.

What if it's the latter......

A wry smile appeared on the corner of Ling Xian's mouth, they had to kill people, and if these three people joined forces, they would probably be even more difficult to deal with than the Ghost Venerable.

Thinking of this, Ling Xian became more and more careful to restrain his aura, although he was not really afraid, but more things were better than less.

Fortunately, Ling Xian's Qi Gathering Technique was extremely mysterious, and the concealment talisman he sacrificed was also an extraordinary treasure, and the other party did not find anything wrong.

Soon, the three of them were here.

When she saw the altar in front of her, the ghost cultivator's face showed a hint of ecstasy: "Yes, this is it." ”

As she spoke, the girl quickened her pace with joy and walked over like an altar.

"Wait!"

The red-robed old man and the bearded monk glanced at each other, but they all stopped in front of her.

"What do you mean by that?"

The ghost cultivator girl stopped, a trace of astonishment appeared on her face, and then she became even more vigilant: "Could it be that the two of you have changed their minds when the matter is approaching?"

"Fairy, don't worry, we are not going back on our word, it's just ......," the draped monk spoke.

"Just how?" the girl's eyes sparkled.

"We just want to make sure, once we rescue the ancestor you mentioned, can the other party really be able to cast the Heaven-defying Secret Technique and let us advance to the late stage of Tongxuan?"

"Yes, the situation of the two of us, the fairy also knows that the next heavenly tribulation will land within a hundred years, and with our strength, seven or eight times out of ten can no longer survive, so we will cooperate with the fairy, an existence from the hungry ghost path, and we don't want this to be the result of a rabbit dead and a dog cooking. The red-robed old man also spoke. (To be continued.) )