One look at this black jade seal and feel the familiar brilliance and majesty contained in it. It is indeed a human king's order. All the monks in the Eighty-one Tribulations felt relieved.
The old man in linen robes walked out of the crowd, saluted Zhan Wuji, and said very politely: "Excuse me for disturbing you!"
"Today, our village will have a group of people who have survived the 81st calamity. Our village is responsible for welcoming them, so naturally we will not miss them."
"But I just saw you pacing back and forth alone outside the formation. I thought something had happened, so I came to check..."
"How offending!"
Zhan Wuji nodded lightly, but he was not in the mood to dwell on this kind of thing. He immediately said: "My brother, there is no need to be so polite."
"I was the one who was abrupt."
"Speaking of which, I came here this time to find a clan member named Kongtong."
The old man immediately said: "Void? She is going to be a guard now."
As he spoke, he made an invitation gesture to the guest, "My friend, there are fallen immortals raging now, and we can't stay here any longer. Why don't we go to the village and have a good chat."
Escort?
Although Zhan Wuji was confused, he still nodded and said, "Okay!"
The mist was like flowing water, drawing a path on the old man's arms.
In the corridor, low houses appeared in front of them like vegetable fields.
Zhan Wuji didn't hesitate and immediately walked toward the village.
Low houses are neatly placed together, with vines growing out of the houses and climbing up the roofs, covering the entire village.
The bloody moon shines on the earth, the streets are bustling with people, and both the immortal and mortal worlds are busy and orderly.
Zhan Wuji thought again and found no trace of "Kong Meng". However, the pawn that echoed "Kong Meng" obviously appeared in the village.
Just as he was thinking about it, old man Mai took him into an independent courtyard.
The houses in the courtyard are much taller than the other houses, faintly surrounding the village.
While he ordered his servants to deliver the spiritual liquid, he said to Zhan Wuji: "My friend, please sit down first!"
Zhan Wuji straightened his clothes, sat down, glanced at the mirror hanging in the hall, and then looked at the old man next to him.
"I am Feng Mai, the village chief of this village."
"May I ask your surname?"
At this moment, a human Mahayana suddenly carried a huge porcelain basin and placed it next to Zhan Wuji.
Zhan Wuji turned his eyes and saw that the basin of clear water was clear and transparent, with a touch of dark green slowly spreading out. It was extremely lively. He nodded and said, "I'm Zhan Wuji, please forgive me for disturbing your village."
"My friend Kong Qing and I have contact information."
"But, after we entered the village, we didn't feel any spatial fluctuations. What does this mean?"
Fengmai said: "Kongluo took over a guard mission and left the village. He hasn't come back yet."
"This matter is related to our secrets and cannot be leaked."
"However, since fellow Taoist warrior has this senior's token, he is also a member of the same family, so there is no need to hide it."
At this moment, there was a burst of rapid footsteps outside.
Immediately afterwards, a strong man in the Mahayana stage, exuding perfect cultivation, hurried over and nodded to Fengmai: "Master, the newcomers are all here, go and greet them!"
"This escort will last for three days."
"You can do it two days ago, yesterday, or today!"
"Misty" was received last night.
"Tonight's operation requires some further arrangements."
"Comrade Zhan, if you want to see Kongtong, you must first accept this mission and then meet her."
"I still have some things to deal with, so I'll take the first step. I hope you'll forgive me!"
Zhan Wuji nodded lightly: "Then I'll bother you, senior brother."
After saying that, his figure disappeared.
All the Mahayana people in the room also followed and walked out of the courtyard in the blink of an eye.
In the huge hall, there was only Zhan Wuji, standing there alone.
He looked around again and used his magic to check the porcelain bowl next to him. After making sure there was nothing wrong with it, he took a sip.
A refreshing feeling, mixed with a sweet taste, entered Zhan Wuji's mouth, making him drink it all involuntarily.
Outside the village.
Night falls, and a bloody full moon rises.
The boundless desert was trembling violently, thousands of plants were growing crazily, and they were covered in dense leaves in the blink of an eye.
The emperor's liquid fluid is vast and boundless, nourishing everything.
A patch of dark or light green gradually covers this desolate ruins.
A group of human monks wearing gray robes were standing in the ruins. The thin mist was like light smoke, lingering around them. Their appearance could not be seen clearly, only a pair of cold and calm eyes.
The feeling of complete nothingness is like mist dispersing, but also like it is merging together and becoming unstable.
The leading cultivator looks like a thousand-year-old well, with no trace of impurity in his body. He holds a white crutch in his hand. The crutch is made of a huge broken immortal spine, exuding coldness and chaos. , the smell of evil formed a layer of gray mist, lingering around the staff.
There is a dark golden pattern on his sleeves. The pattern is old and ancient, like a pagoda.
The sound of growing vegetation became louder, and the sound of rushing water rang out in the silence. All the gray-clothed monks were waiting quietly.
After a while, the fog was broken, and Fengmai and others walked out of the formation. They looked at the gray-clothed monks in front of them with solemn expressions and said in a deep voice: "In order to fight against the sky, I will not be stingy with my armor!"
Among the gray-clothed monks, the one holding a cane said in a hoarse and cold voice: "This is the cycle of cause and effect!"
The password is correct!
Fengmai nodded lightly.
The previous one asked him to find out about the Ten Thousand Immortals Association, and then he had to sacrifice a few tribesmen before success.
Later, the man told him that in a few days, a new group of Mahayana monks would settle down in the village.
Therefore, these days, he has been paying attention to what is going on outside the village.
The tribesman who came to look for "Kongmeng" almost caused a misunderstanding if he didn't have a human emperor token in his hand.
At this moment, the group of Mahayana ancestors have also arrived!
His heart moved and he said to the person next to him: "Please!"
The leader of the gray-robed monks nodded, and together with a group of gray-robed men, walked into the space door in the mist.
In the village.
In an independent courtyard.
Zhan Wuji stood up in his chair and closed his eyes.
Suddenly, he felt something in his heart and opened his eyes suddenly.
After a while, under the leadership of Feng Mai, several more human race Mahayana appeared in the hall.
