Chapter 34 The Legend of Xiandan!

Lin Yun was persuaded to leave by Ling Sheng, and he came by himself.

The depths of the mountains are already quite messy. In order not to attract attention, he pressed the dark clouds in the distance, landed in the forest, and hiked.

There are about hundreds of people in the mountain, about four or five forces, of which more than 30 are scattered monks, no sect, no sect, no*.

There are many people who want to fish in troubled waters.

Ling Sheng glanced at the more outstanding people.

These people are naturally Yungang.

There are hundreds of people on this earth, most of whom belong to the realm of imperial spirit, but there are only about ten people in Yunang. But there is no doubt that it must be Yunang people who really decide the ownership of the elixir.

In the eyes of ordinary people, there are all kinds of magical spells, which are no different from immortals. Although there are dozens of masters in the realm of imperial spirit, how can they be compared with Yunang Zhenren?

According to Ling Sheng's estimation, only one Yunang real person can completely make this group of people in the realm of imperial spirit completely hopeless.

Ling Sheng secretly said, "In this situation, if you don't have a high cultivation, you will also want to fish in troubled waters and get benefits, unless this person is favored by God."

In addition to hundreds of people, not far away, there is a group of non-human spirits.

There are black bears, tigers, cheetahs, and even wild deer goats. There are a large and small bustling group, and their eyes are shining. Obviously, they are not ordinary beasts.

People can practice, and birds and beasts can also gain wisdom.

But birds, beasts and other creatures open their wisdom, and they are monsters. If they practice successful and drive the clouds and fog, they have to be called demons.

Ling Sheng has checked many classics, and Lin Yun's story, but he also understands that strange wisdom is difficult to open, and even if intelligence is opened, it is difficult to achieve.

For practitioners in the world, the scattered cultivation without sects is relatively difficult, and they have to explore by themselves, but in the end, they still have the classics of their predecessors, all kinds of deeds can be tested, and shallow knowledge can also be exchanged with each other.

And demons are different. They don't know how to refine their qi. They have to rely on instinct for everything. Even if they open their wisdom, they can't practice and are ignorant all their lives.

Of course, everything is also an opportunity. For example, some opportunities can be helped by elixir, while others have the help of their own blood. In a word, the demon analogy is a hundred times more difficult than the scattered cultivation of the human race.

It may be that God can't bear it, and the longevity of the demon clan is longer, and there are also special features. For example, if you practice for a long time, Taoism is better than human monks in the same level. You can also use your own advantages to practice magic power, which is not inferior to human magic.

Among the many monsters, the most obvious natural is the mountain ghost as huge as a hill. It leans on the low peak, has fierce eyes, and looks at the practitioners of the human race fiercely. There are also many strange beasts and fierce birds around, and there is no lack of powerful monsters.

There are many people here, and occasionally some people come with news, which is normal. Therefore, not many people pay attention to Ling Sheng's arrival.

Just as Ling Sheng was meditating, a person came quietly. Ling Sheng looked cold and turned his head to look.

The man only felt chilly and said fiercely. He barely squeezed out a smile on his face and said, "Brother, my name is Zhao Jia."

Ling Sheng looked at this man and saw that he was about 30 or 40 years old, and his cultivation was similar to his own, but he didn't know how to fight. He thought it was much worse than the green-shirted sword. The mind passed in an instant, and Ling Sheng asked, "What do you want to do when you come close to me?"

Zhao Ji said, "I see that the brothers come alone and seem to be unaccompanied. Everyone is scattered. If they don't unite, there is still some chance to win, otherwise there is little hope. If you are lucky enough to get the elixir, how about everyone come back to negotiate the distribution?

Ling Sheng knew in his heart that what kind of alliance may be true. At that time, if he takes the elixir, it will not be negotiated, but a fight. Of course, in front of Yunang Zhenren, even hundreds of imperial realms are united, and it is also difficult to obtain fairy elixir.

Ling Sheng meditated for a moment and shook his head.

Zhaojia said urgently, "When my brother first came here, many things were still unclear. If you unite with us, I will tell you the situation here. Whether it is the birth of Xiandan or several forces, Yunang real people and Sanxiu alliances, they are all clear.

Ling Sheng took a closer look at the situation in the field. Several forces were clearly divided, and more people sat on the clouds. Everything was clear. Although he did not know the origin of the names of these forces, it was enough. When he first came here, Ling Sheng was not willing to easily join these loose temporary alliances.

Ling Sheng practiced the Sword Qi Tong Xuan Chapter. Not only is the sword spirit powerful, but his eyesight is as sharp as an eagle, but this Zhao Ji is far unmatched.

Zhao Ji can't see through Ling Sheng's true cultivation, but Ling Sheng can see the depth of the cultivation of all the high-level people below Yunang at a glance.

Although Zhao Ji doesn't know the ability of the teenager in front of him, he can't see through this person. In addition, the young man hangs a long sword at his waist and is withdrawn. He is very likely to be a sword practice and must be a powerful arm. I wanted to fight for two words in my heart, but suddenly, my face changed greatly.

A sudden explosion between heaven and earth, rolling thunder.

A mountain in front of it suddenly split, the soil collapsed, and the trees were broken.

Many birds flapped their wings and flew up, and the winged insects did not care about their natural enemies. They flew into the sky together. The beasts on the mountain peaks fled one after another, falling off the cliff and fell into meat sauce.

Although the peak is not high, it is also a hundred feet high and low, split in half, killing and injuring a large number of creatures, revealing a deep cave, with gloomy and cold air, in front of you.

The rumble stopped, and the dust and smoke filled it.

Everyone in the field was silent for a moment, and then there was an uproar.

"Xian Dan is born!"

"Xian Dan is born!"

Countless voices sounded, all excited, and I never thought that a bloody scene was about to open.

More than ten escapes were put into the mountain cave, and it was Yunang who took the lead to seize the elixir.

Many people also rushed to the peaks, either sprinted or jumped, like a river returning to the sea, and threw themselves into the deep cave.

Ling Sheng sighed and had a slight idea in his mind that the cave leading to the underground of this mountain is bound to turn into a killing field. Don't you know how many people will return alive?

According to the record written by the traveling monk, after the peak cracked, there were still obstacles, so Ling Sheng was not in a hurry to seize the road with others.

Some people in front of us have fought in order to enter the peak first. The light flashes and the means come out frequently, which is beautiful. Sometimes there were bleeding flowers, mixed with exclamation and screams, which seemed quite tragic.

Since Ling Sheng knew that there were still obstacles ahead, he was not in a hurry. What's more, he was not bound to get the elixir here, so he was not eager to move.

With a sound, the long sword from the green shirt sword was pulled out from his waist by Ling Sheng, and the sword body was clear, like a spring water.