Hearing what Green Snake said, Yue Chen was stunned.
He originally thought there were two immortal ivy plants to choose from, but to his surprise, they turned out to be the same one?
In this case, he only had one choice left.
"It seems that we can only go to Qingling Holy Land. This is good, just in time to meet the Holy Aunt Qingyin."
Yue Chen took a deep breath and said slowly.
"Let's go, finish the work as soon as possible, retreat as soon as possible, and don't get involved in the calamity."
Emperor Di Cang nodded, and then looked at Green Snake: "I have to trouble my fellow Taoist to lead the way."
The green snake was startled, then stopped talking nonsense and turned into a green light, leading the way ahead.
Seeing this, Yue Chen and others also turned into rainbow lights and followed closely.
…
The place at the junction of Qingzhou and Yuzhou is full of steep peaks, overlapping mountains and shrouded clouds, just like a fairyland.
This place is called Xianling Peak. As the name suggests, the mountains are beautiful and the spiritual energy is compelling. It is a good place for cultivation.
However, it is such a holy land for cultivation. Not far away, there is a plain with so much evil energy that it forms a sharp contrast with this fairy peak.
Because the Fairy Spirit Peak was rich in resources and had no sect established, it was occupied by casual cultivators.
However, among the casual cultivators, there is neither a sect inheritance nor a sect system. Whoever has a bigger fist is the right one.
In order to occupy a place on the Fairy Spirit Peak, the cultivators fought fiercely, causing injuries from time to time.
Over time, the Fairy Spirit Peak became chaotic and the cultivators could no longer be bothered.
So, a powerful person among the casual cultivators took action and formulated the rules.
If you want to enter the Fairy Peak to practice, you need to decide the winner first, and you are not allowed to fight on the Fairy Peak.
Therefore, the scattered cultivators used a plain not far from here as a place for competition.
There are countless casual cultivators fighting and fighting in this plain all the time, resulting in heavy casualties.
Over time, this plain became the most chaotic place at the junction of the two states, and was known as the plain of killing.
At this moment, in the field of killing, there were many casual cultivators gathered in the distance, staring greedily at a young man not far away.
The man was wearing green clothes, with a fair face and extremely handsome features, but he looked weak.
"Ahem..."
The man in green coughed violently, and a little blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
He raised his head, scanned a circle of those who were besieging him, his face darkened, and he snorted coldly: "Do you really have to kill them all today?"
Hearing this, all the cultivators laughed.
A black-robed monk stood up, looked at the man in green with a sarcastic look, and said with a smile: "Fellow Qingyu has spent a lot of time in this killing field, why are you still so naive?"
"Brother is right, after we have spent so much effort, there is no reason to leave a life-and-death enemy behind and let him leave this place alive, right?"
Several other people agreed.
These casual cultivators, headed by the black-robed monk, are all Daluo Golden Immortals. The black-robed monks headed by them have already entered the late Golden Immortal stage and are known as Taoist Lord Black Kui. He is the strongest among this group of casual cultivators.
"We don't want to have any grudge against fellow Daoist Qingyu."
Daojun Heikui smiled and shook his head, and said calmly: "It's just that this is a place of killing, and there is a crisis of life and death every moment. If fellow Taoist Qingyu doesn't take the initiative to provoke us, we will be happy to fight with you.
It’s not a violation of the river, but it’s a pity that fellow Taoists insist on going their own way and want to compete with us, so no wonder we are so ruthless.”
With that said, Daojun Heikui waved his hand and shouted: "Come on!"
Taoist Qingyu's heart suddenly sank, and a bitter look flashed across his face.
If he guessed correctly, this group of people may have been harboring bad intentions for a long time.
If he hadn't been concerned about the magic weapon in his hand, I'm afraid he would have been killed by these guys on the spot.
But now it seems that he may not be able to escape even if he wants to.
Qingyu Taoist raised his head and looked in the direction of Qingzhou, with a hint of hope in his eyes.
He had already sent out a distress message before, and he didn't know if anyone would come to rescue him.
After all, he ran away in anger, but the elders were so angry. Now even if no one comes to help, who has the right to complain?
It's just that the situation is not good now and rescue has been delayed. It seems that he has no choice but to resist.
Thinking of this, Taoist Qingyu gritted his teeth and directly used a green flying sword to kill Taoist Lord Heikui.
Seeing this, all the cultivators smiled coldly.
"court death!"
Daojun Heikui scolded angrily, and then stretched out his hand to grab, and a huge golden claw emerged, and fiercely grabbed Taoist Qingyu.
"choke!"
Upon seeing this, Taoist Qingyu's expression changed, and he quickly activated his flying sword to resist.
Daojun Heikui's eyes darkened, and a hint of fear arose in his heart.
If he hadn't been afraid of the power of this flying sword, he would have killed the green jade Taoist long ago, so why did he keep him alive until now?
However, thinking of the treasure he had obtained, Taojun Heikui suddenly had a sneer on his lips, and then his claws changed, a black light popped out, and he struck at the green flying sword.
The black awn was about seven inches long. Before it got close, a sweet chill hit my face, making me dizzy.
"What is it? Is it poisonous?"
Taoist Qingyu was shocked. He had a bad premonition in his heart and was about to withdraw his flying sword.
However, the black light was extremely fast and hit the green flying sword in the blink of an eye.
"clang!"
A crisp sound sounded.
The black light struck the flying sword, making a metallic sound.
The next moment, the green light on the flying sword seemed to be infected by the black light, dyeing it dark green.
"No, close it quickly!"
Upon seeing this, Taoist Qingyu's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly controlled the flying sword and prepared to withdraw it.
However, the black light was not affected at all, and instead continued to erode towards the sword body.