Inside the main hall of Jiaozuo Peak, a gray-haired old man with a hunchback held a bare wooden stick on the floor on the right hand side, slowly stood up from the futon, and said to Chang Younian, who was sitting quietly in the hall, "The master , the old man left first."

"Please trouble Senior Brother Yun." Chang Younian said to the hunchbacked old man. The name of this hunchbacked old man is Yun Qi. He is about 700 years old.

The deadline is getting closer and closer, and Yun Qi, who has no hope of breaking through, has stopped practicing in seclusion for decades. Instead, he helps Chang Younian with some trivial matters of the sect, and also teaches the younger generation of his clan by the way. How happy he was when he formed the alchemy in the past, how peaceful he is now, the ancient well reflects the blue sky without a trace, letting it turn into white clouds, it is helpless.

Yun Qi walked out of the hall slowly, and there were six foundation-builder cultivators waiting in the left and right columns at the steps of the main hall, and the twelve said in unison: "Greetings to Uncle Yun."

"Let's go." Yun Qi leaned on a bare wooden stick and walked down the steps. After passing by these twelve foundation-building juniors, he seemed to be stepping on a long ladder to the sky. Within a few steps, he was already in mid-air.

He reached out and wiped the storage bag, and a small black boat appeared in his hand. When he threw it forward, the black boat was known to grow against the wind, and turned into a huge boat seventy-three feet long and twenty-eight feet wide. Yun Qi walked slowly, landed on the deck, stood at the bow of the ship, looking straight ahead.

The twelve Foundation Establishment cultivators who were flying with the imperial weapon at the back also landed on the deck one after another. When the black boat passed Xiaoguan Mountain, Zhang Shiping and one hundred and fifty monks on the eighth and ninth floors of Qi training, Under the leadership of the two foundation-building monks, they also flew onto the black boat and landed on the deck.

Looking at the hunchbacked old man standing in front, everyone saluted one after another: "Greetings to Master Yun."

Zhang Shiping and the others knew that the hunchbacked old man on the black giant boat was the Golden Core cultivator of the Zongmen under the guidance of the two Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Yun Qi turned his head, and Gu Jing Wubo looked at these qi training disciples with his eyes, "There is no need to be too polite."

Like other qi cultivators, Zhang Shiping also chose a place to sit on the deck of the black boat, and looked at the crowd calmly. It can be seen that most of the disciples are in their 40s or 50s, and there are about a dozen of them who are older. I don't know if it's for myself or for the younger generation. There are five or six people as young as Zhang Shiping.

Perhaps it was because there were monks at the Golden Core stage, the entire deck was silent. Zhang Shiping looked through the shield of the black boat, and as soon as he saw the distant mountain peak with his naked eyes, the black boat flew close and flew past the mountain peak in a blink of an eye.

Zhang Shiping felt indescribably horrified at seeing the light escape so fast. If he can become a Jindan cultivator, then he can also have such strength, drive a giant boat, drive more than a hundred people, and turn into a flying rainbow, which is much faster than he is now flying alone. Zhang Shiping squinted his eyes, fantasy.

Zhang Shiping's impressions of Jindan cultivators are all from hearing others talk about it or recording it in books and jade slips, and now he has a real impression.

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For this ancient secret realm of cultivation, in fact, the disciples of the three sects will not suffer much damage, with a casualty rate of one or two floors, death and injury are inevitable.

The real losers were some Jindan family monks who had not yet joined the sect. A Jindan family could send fifteen disciples into the secret realm, but usually only five or six disciples came out, and more than half of them were casualties.

As for the disciples with good aptitude in the family, they will not send them out. Some of the disciples they send out are family qi cultivators in their fifties and sixties, and the rest are loose cultivators recruited by the family.

Some casual cultivators who are not qualified to participate in the ancient secret realm will flexibly join the Jindan family, become guest ministers, and work hard for them, in order to be able to participate in the ancient secret realm.

The huge black boat driven by the hunchbacked old man Yunqi was suspended on the top of a small mountain. One hundred and fifty Qi training monks and fourteen Foundation Establishment monks jumped off the huge boat together. Zhang Shiping, like the others, landed in the air. , and then gently stepped on the treetops.

After the hunchbacked old man took away the huge boat, he took the crowd to the valley ahead, and stopped at a green brick square near two square stone pillars standing ten feet apart and more than ten feet high.

There are three sects of disciples guarding here for many years.

After Zhang Shiping went down the valley, he saw that the Xuanhuomen wearing the flame symbol had arrived first, and there were also 150 Qi training disciples, and the people from Qiyunzong had not yet arrived.

Next to him were monks wearing all kinds of clothes, Zhang Shiping looked at each other, those people's cultivation ranged from the sixth floor to the ninth floor, and they were also older.

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At a high altitude above where the three factions were stationed together, where no one could see or feel them at all, there were three people standing in the strong wind. An old man in sackcloth took out a one-horned dragon with black scales from his storage bag. The curved nail gently cut a hole in the seven-inch white plastron of the one-horned dragon, and with five fingers forming claws, he took out a black inner alchemy still tinged with blood.

The old man in sackcloth pinched the black inner alchemy with his black nails, shook it in front of the other two, and then swallowed it with a grunt.

A middle-aged monk with red eyebrows snorted coldly, "It's really reckless."

The other short and fat man in a cross-collared dress didn't give the old man in sackcloth a good look. Instead, he took out a red polyprism and threw it at the middle-aged man with red eyebrows, and then threw the black scale in the old man's hand. The one-horned dragon put it in his storage bag.

The old man in sackcloth was the Yuanying monk of Qiyunzong, the middle-aged man with the red eyebrows was the Yuanying monk of Xuanhuomen, and the last fat man in a Chinese dress with a collar was Yuanying Wang of Jiaozuozong.

The Guxiu Secret Realm occupies a vast area, with mountains and rivers in it. In addition to spiritual flowers and plants, there are also many monsters living there. Every time the three Nascent Soul cultivators open the formation, they will also enter the secret realm of ancient cultivation, and seal the monsters above the middle stage of foundation establishment with the formation for a month. Those who are subdued are subdued, and those who cannot be subdued are killed, and the three are divided.

This time the three of them were lucky. They met a one-horned dragon that had successfully formed a pill in recent years. It had a violent temperament. If it couldn't be subdued as a mount, it could only be killed.

The old man in sackcloth was superior in the end and killed the one-horned jiao~lightnovelpub.net~ and captured the jiao's corpse. Of course, it can't all be the old man in sackcloth, he took the most valuable inner alchemy, and the middle-aged man with red eyebrows and the short fat man in the Chinese clothes also each got a share.

Jiao Zuozong, a short and fat man who handed in a Chinese costume, was trying to refine a puppet, and this dragon corpse was suitable for use, so he exchanged the fire prism for the half dragon corpse that belonged to him from the red-browed middle-aged man.

Of course, the three Nascent Soul cultivators walked together, not because they were worried about the danger inside, but because no one was worried about the other. Although this ancient cultivator's secret realm is large, it can't withstand the wanton suppression of the Nascent Soul cultivator.

Everyone can understand the principle of not being able to exhaust the pond, but it is not so easy to do.

The three sects decided that only disciples in the Qi training period could enter, in order not to let the elixir of the ancient secret realm be consumed too quickly. There are some elixirs that use the flowers, fruits and leaves of the elixir, and they can be harvested again after a period of time, but the foundation building pill is different from the general elixir, it needs to use more than five hundred years of elixir, and it is still a whole Strains are used as medicine, leaving nothing behind.

The speed of cultivating elixir in the sect cannot keep up with the speed of consumption, so they can only rely on the supply of elixir in the ancient secret realm.

After another hour, Qi Yunzong's flying boat arrived, and a Jindan female cultivator in white got off the flying boat with more than a hundred disciples and flew into the valley.

A burgundy-faced burly man who was the leader of the Xuanhuomen took out a formation spoon, his mana surged, emitting red light, and opened the outermost formation, like a bubble formation shield, which dissipated from the top until it reached the ground .

Yun Qi also followed behind, and opened the second layer of formation with the formation key. The female cultivator also immediately opened the last formation.

Zhang Shiping stretched his neck and watched the formations disappear layer by layer. He thought that a dark entrance to the secret realm would be revealed, but he didn't expect that there was a formation with a radius of seven or eight feet in the two square stone pillars, which was simple and grand.