Chapter 420 Appearance

Chapter 420 Appearance

"Mr. Mo, there is actually a soul-attracting altar here. The spiritual energy is so rich. The strange light must have come from here."

"And the spiritual energy is so rich. Could it be that there is an ancient spiritual vein here?"

The middle-aged couple was surprised.

Their cultivation was only in the late stage of foundation building. The combination of dual cultivation techniques could compete with the early stage of mana. After surveying the surroundings for a while, they could not help but say to the old man in the mana period in front of them with excitement.

Before the old man answered, the couple dispersed to the left and right and prepared to walk to the altar.

"Wait!"

The old man suddenly stopped the two and said, "This is indeed a soul-attracting altar, but there may be someone else here. Don't be reckless!"

"What?" The two were shocked.

They were all experienced people and would never be reckless. When they came in, they had already secretly surveyed this place and did not find that he had his aura.

After a moment of looking at each other, the middle-aged man immediately released his spiritual sense again cautiously, but soon shook his head and said with a face full of doubt: "The junior really didn't find anyone's breath, why did Mr. Mo say that?"

The old man half-squinted and stared at the altar.

With his magical power period, his spiritual sense was much sharper than the couple's, but the result was that there was really no one else on the altar except for the amazing spiritual energy.

The old man was a little gloomy for a while.

After a moment of silence, he turned back and said to the couple: "You two stay here, and I will go up to investigate. If there is no danger, you can come in together."

The old man was also a cautious person. Before taking action, he first cast a spell to condense a layer on his body, and then sacrificed a shield-shaped magic weapon, and then slowly walked towards the altar.

Seeing this, the couple naturally stood aside tactfully.

"This place has been banned. I advise you to leave quickly, otherwise there is only one way to die!"

At this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded, shocking the three people's faces.

The old man was still calm, but the middle-aged couple panicked. The voice contained a heavy spiritual pressure. It was obvious that a person with profound Taoism was hiding here, but they could not detect it at all.

The old man's eyes suddenly locked on several closed secret rooms around him. He thought that the person who spoke was probably in the secret room, but this person had such spiritual pressure just by transmitting the sound with spiritual consciousness. His cultivation was probably far above his own. If he rushed in rashly, he might anger the other party. It would be better to explore the situation first.

After thinking so, the old man looked calm, bowed and said: "I wonder which Taoist friend is here? This tomb is a deserted place. It is too overbearing for me to threaten to drive us away."

There was silence in the tomb.

After the old man finished speaking, no one answered for a long time.

This situation made the old man and the middle-aged couple even more surprised.

"If you leave now, I won't make things difficult for you because we are old acquaintances. But if you don't know how to advance and retreat, I won't show mercy." Just as the three of them were secretly gloomy, a faint voice was heard in the tomb again.

After hearing this, the old man was stunned. Looking at the place where the voice came from, he asked in surprise: "Fellow Daoist, you actually recognized me. I wonder who you are?"

"Fellow Daoist, there is no need to ask about my identity. There are still three breaths of time. If you don't leave after three breaths, don't blame me for turning against you." The man said coldly.

"Hmph! You are so arrogant. Do you think you are the owner of this tomb? Let alone three breaths, you have stood here for ten or eight breaths. What can you do?"

A playful and sarcastic laugh came from outside the tomb. Before the voice fell, a tall man in black stepped in. This man was arrogant, as if he was extremely disdainful of the person who was talking here.

Judging from his aura, he is also a master in the early stage of mana.

Following this person, people around him came one after another. Soon, twenty cultivators gathered in the tomb, some in the early stage of mana, some in the late stage of foundation building, all of whom were people with profound merits.

"What? I have been standing here for four or five breaths. Are you trying to scare me? Or is there some secret treasure here that you want to keep for yourself?" The man in black looked sarcastic and glanced around while speaking, trying to find the hiding place of the person who spoke.

But before he finished speaking, he seemed to feel something, subconsciously touched his chest, and then raised his hand to examine it.

"Blood?"

Looking at the blood on his hand, the man in black showed a trace of doubt, but just as he was about to say something, a huge shock suddenly surged on his face, followed by a scream of "Ah", and his body exploded into a ball of blood mist, and he died on the spot.

There was an uproar in the tomb, and the faces of the people around changed wildly. They took two steps back and hurriedly released their spiritual senses to perceive.

The old man surnamed Mo, who came here first, took a deep breath and showed a look of shock. The black-clothed man had the same cultivation level as him, but he died inexplicably after just two words. What was even more shocking was that they had never felt any attack fluctuations from beginning to end. What kind of cultivation level did the man who attacked reach? His magical power was so terrifying!

The old man tried his best to recall whether he had ever met such a powerful master?

Unlike everyone else's panic, in a closed secret room, Ye Chunyang was looking at a white miniature shuttle on his right palm at this time, with a look of surprise on his face. This shuttle was about two inches long and exuded a cold edge. Although there was no magic power, its own aura alone made the surrounding void appear distorted.

"It is indeed a magical weapon made of Gengjin essence and ice and snow silk. It is really sharp and amazing. Unfortunately, it has been refined for a short time and its spirituality is insufficient. It still needs to be cultivated." Ye Chunyang sighed with joy, and then urged his magic power, and the shuttle disappeared, leaving only a cold breath faintly emitting.

This thing is exactly the magic weapon he just refined. It combines the sharpness of Gengjin essence and the concealment effect of ice and snow silk, which makes Ye Chunyang very satisfied. The black-clothed man who was shouting outside just now died under this treasure. A master of the initial stage of magic power was killed silently.

The only pity is that these people came too fast, forcing Ye Chunyang to rush to refine this treasure, resulting in unstable spirituality. Now it is not considered a real spiritual treasure, and it needs to be cultivated with true essence for a period of time to stabilize its spirituality.

However, the number of people gathered here is increasing. He does not want to be an enemy of the world for Lu Xiaodie. He killed the man in black just now, firstly because he provoked him, and secondly to make an example of him and let others retreat. But now it seems that they believe that there are treasures hidden here, and even think that the Ice Spirit Fruit Tree is also here. They will never give up easily, which makes things more difficult.

"Huh? Not good!"

Just as Ye Chunyang was thinking in his heart, he suddenly said something bad, and without saying a word, he drove his body to break through the secret room and fly out!

At this time, there was a sudden "boom" sound, and the door of the secret room suddenly shattered, spreading dust and smoke all over the ground. Ye Chunyang escaped several feet away in surprise, looking coldly at a figure not far away.

However, after he appeared, two exclamations suddenly rang out in the field.

"Daoyou Ye?"

"Ye Xiaobao? It's you!"

The first one to speak was the old man surnamed Mo. He opened his eyes wide and looked at Ye Chunyang in shock, his face full of disbelief.

After that, there was also an old man, dressed in white and with a fierce face. He was startled when he saw Ye Chunyang, and then he laughed in a low voice with a grim expression.

These two people were not unfamiliar at all. The former was Mo Wenxian, a guest of the Mu family, who had a little friendship with Ye Chunyang in private. The latter was like a person engraved in his mind, and he would never forget it. This person was Feng Qingzi. Judging from the movement just now, it was this person who discovered his whereabouts.

However, it seems that the other party should have been able to lock his breath after he killed the man in black.

After several years, although this old man has not condensed the golden elixir, his Taoist skills have become more and more advanced. Ye Chunyang believes that few people can match his ability to gather qi, but this person can see through it at a glance, which really should not be underestimated.

"Hehe, it's really easy to get it without any effort. Ye boy, have you lived well for many years? I always want to take your life."

Feng Qingzi laughed twice, holding a woman in his hand, who was Xue Meiren.

Seeing this, Ye Chunyang's face darkened. It was obvious that this woman's Taoism was not good enough, and the other party discovered her hiding place and captured her.

He sneered and said, "Thank you for your concern. I have been doing well in the past few years. I just have the same idea as you."

"Hmph! I let you escape to Tianqimen by chance a few years ago. I couldn't do anything to you. But do you think Tianqimen can still protect you now?" Feng Qingzi said angrily, "I have heard about your advanced magic power. You have a good aptitude to reach such a level in just a few years."

"Thank you for the compliment. To be honest, I can make such progress thanks to your encouragement." Ye Chunyang looked indifferent, and his eyes turned to Xue Meiren in Feng Qingzi's hand, saying, "Why? The famous senior cultivator of Qiankun Sword Sect is so despicable, threatening others with a woman?"

"Don't provoke me, kid. I have some friendship with this little girl's master. I won't make things difficult for her. It's just that she is responsible for the death of my disciple. Now it's just a small punishment."

Feng Qingzi cast a spell on Xue Meiren and then pushed her aside.

But at this moment, he suddenly thought of something, and suddenly turned his head to stare at Ye Chunyang, with a ferocious look in his eyes, and asked gloomily: "Have you been here a long time ago?"

Ye Chunyang was stunned, not knowing why the other party asked this question, and then nodded: "Yes, we were the first to come to this main tomb."

There is nothing to hide about this matter.

But after saying this, Feng Qingzi suddenly nodded and said "good" several times as if he had confirmed something, and his expression became even colder.

On the other side, Mo Wenxian was stunned for a full quarter of an hour before he smiled bitterly as if he suddenly realized something, and finally figured out the meaning of Ye Chunyang's words just now.

Although he had heard that Ye Chunyang had cultivated magic power, Mo Wenxian had never thought that his Taoism was so deep. Based on the other party's method of killing the man in black, Mo Wenxian asked himself if he was not his opponent.

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