Chapter 452: Cunning and Cunning!

At this moment.

Countless strong men gathered on the outskirts of the Immortal Burial Ground. Some were independent cultivators, some were backed by aristocratic families, and some were from the Immortal Sect. In short, their identities were varied and mixed.

Seeing the teams representing the major forces entering one after another, everyone couldn't help but discuss excitedly.

"Awesome! Even the Lingxiao Immortal Dynasty has taken action. The general personally led 800,000 cavalrymen to go deep into the Immortal Burial Ground to find that top-grade immortal medicine!"

"Look, that's the leader of the Fengtian Sect. I didn't expect that even he would personally lead the followers to search. He is a top-notch immortal emperor who is feared by all directions!"

"Wanxian Valley, Yanyu Tower, Moying Pavilion...hiss! These forces ranked at the top of the Haoran Domain have sent their own teams to enter the Immortal Burial Ground!"

"Is it that serious? Isn't it just a top-grade immortal medicine?"

"Fuck! What do you know? Anyone who refines this kind of immortal medicine, even an immortal emperor-level strongman with exhausted potential, has the possibility of breaking through to the Immortal Venerable. Yes! If it were you, wouldn't you be tempted? "

"That's right, that top-grade immortal medicine is equivalent to a high probability of creating an immortal! Moreover, it is said that it also has the inheritance of some peerless skills, which is an unimaginable fortune!"

"Oh my goodness, the inheritance of peerless skills is more valuable than the top-grade immortal medicine itself. No wonder these people are like crazy and want to find it!"

"Yes, after all, whoever owns it means that they can kill two birds with one stone, which is definitely a big profit!"

"Hey, do you think that among the forces present, who has the opportunity to get what they want?"

...

The surroundings were noisy, and most of them were watching the excitement.

After all, with so many famous big forces involved, how could ordinary cultivators get the top-grade immortal medicine?

Instead of rushing in as cannon fodder, it is better to be a spectator!

During this period, occasionally some seriously injured monks fled from the Immortal Burial Ground in panic. It was obvious that they were attacked by evil spirits inside and had to escape death.

"Don't go in! Don't go in!" A man covered in blood seemed to be stimulated by something. After yelling, his eyes turned black and he fell to the ground, unconscious.

"Alas, this is the result of greed. Do you really think that you can enter and exit the Immortal Burial Ground at will? The evil spirits inside are not vegetarians!"

"You are right. That top-grade immortal medicine relied on the characteristics of evil spirits not being vegetarians and the advantages brought by the environment to deal with millions of monks, which is why it has been delayed until now!"

"No wonder there has been no results during this period! If this is the case, it would be very difficult to catch that top-grade immortal medicine!"

"That's right!"

The monks shook their heads.

Looking around, the Immortal Burial Ground was surrounded by terrifying black fog, and it was difficult to see clearly from the outside. Even if the divine sense was used to sweep, there were signs of serious obstruction.

At this moment, the entire restricted area was launching a large-scale search.

From time to time, there were shouts and screams of evil spirits, and explosions one after another, which showed how fierce the fighting was.

"No here!"

"No here!"

"Go over there and have a look. This time we must find that top-grade immortal medicine!"

In the endless wasteland filled with black fog, many monks were searching intensively.

Even though there were casualties throughout the process, they could not extinguish the fire in their hearts.

This was to turn the Immortal Burial Ground upside down!

In a remote cave somewhere, a pot-covered boy hid in the dark, squatting on the ground with his arms folded and shivering.

Weak, helpless, and pitiful!

"The cultivators in the fairy world are so scary. It's safer to stay with my master."

"But since I ascended to the fairy world, I have been separated from my master. There is no way to find him. If it weren't for this special place to hide, I would have been captured and refined into a fairy pill and swallowed by some big guy. Woo, I am so miserable..."

Thinking of the dangerous experiences in these days, the big mushroom king felt sad and uncomfortable.

After being separated from Ye Junlin and others, he wanted to walk around to see if there was any possibility of finding everyone, but he soon found that this idea was too naive.

Because the current area of ​​the fairy world is larger than the Kunlun world, which is still in the recovery stage, he wants to find his master and fellow disciples, just like a mortal looking for a needle in a haystack, and the probability is slim.

What's more unfortunate is that during his search, he was spotted by some cultivators with excellent eyesight. This group of experienced cultivators saw at a glance that he was not a human, but a top-grade fairy medicine.

This led to troubles one after another.

During the resistance, the Great Mushroom King had no choice but to use the Green Emperor's Longevity Secret. As a result, due to the characteristics of the technique being too heaven-defying, more and more monks came to hunt him down, and the team grew wildly along the way...

Finally, the Great Mushroom King was forced into a dead end and hurriedly ran into the Immortal Burial Ground.

To be honest, although this ghost place is gloomy, it is very friendly to the Medicine Clan, because the evil spirits wandering here are only interested in the flesh and blood of living things, and directly ignore the Medicine Clan like him.

This means that the human monks who come in to hunt him down will encounter layers of obstacles and their efficiency will be greatly reduced.

The result is just as he expected. At first, batches of teams entered the Immortal Burial Ground, but they all returned in defeat and suffered heavy losses.

The Great Mushroom King was very happy and thought that he might as well stay here and consider leaving after the storm has passed.

Unexpectedly, he underestimated his attraction to outside monks. The combination of the best elixir and the inheritance of peerless skills would drive many monks crazy?

Not long after, instead of decreasing, the search team increased rapidly, and the situation became more and more intense.

Everyone was determined to find him!

In response to this, the Big Mushroom King wanted to cry but had no tears.

Facing the countless search teams outside, he had no choice but to huddle in the cave, trembling all over, and praying silently in his heart.

"Can't see me, can't see me, can't see me..."

The jar-headed boy closed his eyes tightly, buried his head on his knees, and muttered silently in fear.

suddenly.

A thick piece of spiritual consciousness swept over from outside and landed on him without any warning.

"not good!"

The Big Mushroom King suddenly opened his eyes, and his whole body was filled with fear.

Outside the cave, a figure with a powerful aura landed. It was a skinny old man wearing a black felt hat, with a reddish brow. He had a greedy smile on his lips and excitement in his eyes.

"So you little guy is hiding here, but I have a hard time finding you. If you know your identity, don't make any noise. I don't want others to know that you are here."

This person is the leader of the Fengtian Sect!

"You, what do you want?" Big Mushroom King gritted his teeth and said, frantically mobilizing the Evergreen Immortal Power in his body, ready to fight at any time.

"Hey," the skinny old man's eyes were meaningful. He took out a patched yellow rag bag from behind and shouted to the jar-headed boy in front of him:

"Little one, come in!"

The words just fell.

The yellow rag bag shuddered, and a terrifying attraction burst out from the bag.

"What's going on?!"

The Big Mushroom King panicked and felt that it was difficult for him to struggle, and his body flew into the bag uncontrollably.

"Hey, I got it!"

The skinny old man quickly tied up the bag with a proud smile on his face.

This is the Qiankun Bag, a rare space-type top-grade Immortal Emperor weapon. Unless one's cultivation and strength far exceed his, there is no way to avoid the risk of it being taken away.

The Big Mushroom King is still in the realm of the Immortal King. Even if he can rely on the advantages of his skills to fight against the Immortal King, in this case, he can only be taken away by the Qiankun Bag, and he will be trapped in the inner space and difficult to escape.

"Smelly old man, let me out quickly!" Inside the bag, the Big Mushroom King shouted angrily.

"Stop shouting, wait for me to sneak you out, and then find a place to refine you. After understanding the skills on your body, I will not only be able to break through the realm of the Immortal Lord, but also have more powerful means! Come on, come on!"

The skinny old man rubbed his chin and said with a smile: "When everything becomes an established fact, I will be able to call myself the Immortal Lord and be so powerful that I will dominate the whole region!"

Thinking of the fate of being refined, Big Mushroom King shouted desperately: "Just wait, my master will not let you go! He will avenge me!"

Hearing the movement in the bag, the skinny old man was stunned at first and said in surprise: "You still have a master? No wonder you have such ability..."

After a moment, as if he thought of something, the skinny old man snorted coldly, a fierce look flashed in his eyes,

"So what if your master is very powerful? As long as he takes you away without anyone noticing and goes back to completely refine you, will he still be able to find me on my head?"

"As the saying goes, wealth can be found in danger!"

"I must seize this opportunity to become a gentleman no matter what!"

Said.

The skinny old man put the Qiankun Bag into his arms, with a look of excitement on his face. After rushing out of the cave, his expression changed again, and he shouted angrily: "Damn it, there's none here either!"

He pretended to be a show off, and slapped it hard, turning the entire mountain into powder, as if he was letting off steam.

Immediately afterwards, the leader of the Sealing Heaven Sect wandered around and continued to lead his followers in the search.

If he rashly leads the congregation to leave at this time, it will definitely make people suspicious.

So in order to dispel the doubts of more monks and make the scene more realistic, the skinny old man simply continued to stay, pretending to be searching in vain.

It can be described as a cunning old man!