Seventeen days later, midnight is coming.

More than a hundred people stood quietly in the illusion array at the bottom of the lake, waiting for the moment when the door opened.

This is the first entrant after the hard struggle of all forces.

As landlords, even the important figures of the Water Gate and even the Five Elements Alliance were missing. Only the Ruijin Alliance sent an old cultivator in the early stage of the Golden Pill. Most of the five-color mixed queues were elderly people. Judging from the current situation, their strength was not only difficult to drink soup, but their lives might not be guaranteed at any time.

However, He Huanzong and Dan Alliance did not send anyone. The Fantasy Sword Alliance and Baishan Sword Sect teamed up by a Jindan monk, and their strength was almost at the end. This time, the full retreat of Baishan local forces made the newcomers feel illusioned and they thought they were still in Qiyun's territory at this time.

The Nangong family has a huge team. In addition to the Nascent Soul cultivator Nangong Meng, there were seven people in the Golden Pill alone, and there were more than 40 foundation-building monks. It was a temporary choice for all ages, and its strength was extremely terrifying. Similar to the Chu family, many Nascent Soul families in Qiyun also sent people, but the Wanbao Pavilion, Pei family, Gao family and other monks who had a knot in the water gate did not appear.

The other forces such as Black Wind Valley, Tianli Gate, Nanlin Temple and other forces were present, but the levels were of varying quality. Many of them came to the scene after hearing the news nearby, either three or five people, or went to the meeting alone, forming temporary teams based on the gangs that had been formed a few days ago, and their strength became a mystery.

Then there was the Jiang family. In addition to the only Nascent Soul Ancestor Jiang Huan, five golden elixirs and twenty foundation-building cultivators came, almost all the life and death of the clan on this pavement. The protagonist Bihu Sect was present. The sect leader Bi Junwei, the middle-stage cultivator of Jindan, Bi Qiang, the elder Jindan early stage cultivator, has officially entered the original offshore casual cultivator, Sang Jia, the late Jindan cultivator, Du Bie, the early stage of Jindan cultivator, Du Bie, and the guest guest Wan Xuan, the five golden elixirs line up in a row, and the momentum is quite large.

They were very close to the monks of the Qiyun Jiang family, clearly showing a helping hand in hand. If Qi Xiu was here, he would definitely be able to smell a different smell from it. Unfortunately, Chu Shenshen could not be with Wen Jian in the Southern Chumen, and Chu Shencang had long since left the director. The two old men were fully focused and only focused on observing the star map on the secret door. The moment they waited for the moment when they opened the door.

"This reminds me of the Battle of the Mountains."

While waiting was bored, Chu Zhuangyuan whispered to Ganlong and Qi Bingyan.

"hehe"

Chu Zhuangyuan has experienced that unforgettable war in her life, and Ganlong and Qi Bingyan have much more experience. "After the assassination of the ancestor Wushuang, my Qi family became a fish on the board, and that period of insurmountable days was dangerous." Qi Bingyan sighed.

Ganlong nodded, "Yes, I remember that during the Battle of Chu Qinshan, Qi Xiu was just a mid-stage cultivator in the foundation building stage, and he could fool us around. That melee was much crueler than Siguoshan's battle."

"Shhh, it's time"

Chu Shencang stopped the three women from chatting, and his back became even more bent, like a bow full of his eyes, his eyes ejaculated, and he turned around and stared at the star map on the portal.

The hour of the middle came soon, and the star map indeed showed strange phenomena as time went by. One by one, one by one, a few ignition lights appeared from the inside out, slowly spreading, and finally turned into a ball of fire, burning the entire piece of blue and white jade into two cleans.

The fire quickly melted, revealing the secret passage. The steps were paved with green jade like the four walls. Just from the entrance of the cave, the four walls of the corridor were painted with some illiterate immortals, who looked like Tao but not Tao, like Buddha but not Buddha, wandering and playing in the endless starry sky. The picture was sparse and natural, but no one could understand the meaning.

There was a faint light coming from the depths of the corridor.

The crowd began to be disturbed and turned their eyes to the two ancestors of Nascent Soul, Nangong Meng and Jiang Huan, who occupied the entrance. "Then..." As soon as Nangong Meng spoke, the middle-aged monk with a green lotus on his chest suddenly threw the flying sword in his hand into the air, and then took a slanted half a step, and both of the human swords disappeared. When he saw each other, he was already in the corridor when he saw him again.

He took another half step and his figure was completely in sight.

"Damn it, this person actually got a sword escape from the Qinglian Sword Sect was too unruly."

The crowd suddenly became an uproar, and Nangong Meng and Jiang Huan didn't care. They turned around and wrapped their children up and disappeared into the corridor in an instant.

Without control, the remaining people will naturally show their magical powers across the sea, flying into the cave like meteors.

The corridor was narrow, so it was inevitable to be divided into orders. Chu Shencang did not fall behind, and the shadow of the eagle behind appeared, using his natal talent to grab a good position. In order to take care of the foundation building, Chu Shen could not help but be unable to raise the speed. He was barely in the middle and back section, dragging his family and flying downwards. Not long after, his eyes suddenly became clear and he had already poured into a hall with everyone.

The murals on the top of the hall are like stars and immortals, but no one is interested, because there are dozens of holes on all sides, and there are dense forks of roads. Many people have chosen one of them to explore. Chu Shencang's figure has just disappeared in a forks of roads, and there is no intention of waiting for everyone.

"Old..." Chu Shen swallowed the swear words he was about to curse, and did not follow the fork in the road, but led everyone around the entrances of the cave first. It was not until he saw the secret notes left by Wan Xuan at the other entrance that he made up his mind and led everyone to follow.

This is the case with treasure hunting. If there is really a treasure before, any right way, friends, and even relatives will become unreliable. For the vitality of the ethereal avenue, it is impossible to retreat in half a step. And the seniors who designed treasure lands like to make fun of people the most, and they hope that future generations will fight for their own treasures to the death so that those who take over his inheritance will know the difficulties.

The Chu family parted ways, and the other temporary teams were mostly like this. Those who rushed forward at a fast speed were afraid of losing the opportunity, and would not wait for their temporary teammates. Not only that, the monks who happened to walk the same path had already begun to intrigue, trip up and even fight each other. For example, the Heifeng Gu Tu Ziru and Tu Dan who once wanted to form a team with the Chu family had already stopped a scholar of Tianli Sect and made a desperate move. It seemed that they did not intend to let the other party go out alive.

The first wave was already so messy, and the thousands of monks waiting outside the illusion array were even more unbearable. Seeing the Nangong family monks who were holding the door open, they rushed in. In order to fight for the first time, they left more than ten corpses outside the secret hiding portal alone.

Because he was afraid of meeting the Jiang family, Gui Qingzhi also chose to be among the second wave of monks. There were a man and a woman standing beside him, two golden elixir monks. The man had a late stage of golden elixir and middle-aged appearance, which looked very similar to him. The woman was also in the early stage of golden elixir, and she was young and charming, and the little bird stood beside him.

The three golden elixirs stood out in the second wave of monks. The middle-aged man beat several casual cultivators in front of him with one palm, led the team to break into the hall, and saw signs of people entering the forks everywhere, frowned and said, "The opportunity has been lost, and there are also Nascent Soul monks in front, so it's not a big idea to go down."

"Dad, I've come here, just take it as a relaxation."

Gong Qingzhi refused.

"Hmph, you can meet your husband's last words when you go out for an adventure. You are so passionate." The little female cultivator was his wife, and seemed to know some of his relationship with the Jiang family, and his words were sour.

"Don't talk about uselessness at this time." Gui Qingzhi's face turned dark, Yu Qian chose the turnout casually and got in first.

"Oh, how old is, the gross profit is still irritable." His father sighed, looked around the hall, and said, "Looking at the arrangement here, he is a righteous senior, and the mechanism inside should be fine." He hurriedly followed in with his daughter-in-law.

After the second wave, as the news spread that the secret hidden under the Bihu Lake was opened on time, people rushed from all directions.

On a peak in the distance, Shui Lingyi silently overlooked the situation of Bihu Lake, and his face was very depressed.

"Leader, what should we do?" Some subordinates around him looked at him and were eager to think about going on and searching.

"I said, how dare Old Gui Bi try his best to face us? It turns out that he has climbed the Qiyun Jiang family and hugged any crooked tree. He is simply a villain." Some disciples were also angry.

"As soon as we move, we may be in the trap of Bihu Gate." Shui Lingyi thought for a long time, but still shook her head and said sadly: "Since the operation of the north to enter Qiyun, I have made mistakes in one step. Now that people's hearts are dispersed and retreating, can they really follow the footsteps of Han Yan?"

The disciples around him naturally comforted each other.

In the distant south Zhaixing City, in the corner of the Zhaixing Platform, a foundation-building boy was not imaginatively facing the sky, lying on the ground in a large shape, staring blankly at the sky with stars. The boy looked only ten years old, but his actual age would never be more than thirty years old and had an ordinary appearance, but his dark eyes seemed to be brighter than the stars in the sky, emitting the light of wisdom, which was unforgettable.

"well"

Not long after the second period, he sighed softly for no reason and closed his eyes, as if he was worried about something.

"Uncle Jia, your letter."

A guard boy walked up to him and presented a letter of prayer.

When he opened it, he saw that the title of friend Qin Changfeng and Yunyun said. After seeing it, he raised his lips slightly and smiled, "He still remembers me, for nothing, I'll see you tomorrow."
Chapter completed!