Outside the waterfall, two figures looked particularly long and narrow in the moonlight.
In just a few days, the news that this spiritual pool can enhance consciousness spread throughout the secret realm. Even though they knew the risks of this trip, they still couldn't stop the monks from flocking to it.
After all, in this turbulent and turbulent situation, there are many people who want to fish in troubled waters.
"Look! Isn't that Zheng Qianjun? Why is he here?!"
"It's really him...the famous Kuang Lei!"
At this time, the monks of the three sects had already exited the soul-increasing pool and came to the bottom of the waterfall. Before they could immerse themselves in the sadness of the death of their fellow disciples, they encountered two more enemies who were eyeing them.
The rare thunder spirit root qualification made Zheng Qianjun become the core disciple of Thunder Mountain. He was already talented and intelligent, so he had to be cultivated by the master. He was specially taught the top skill "Tianxiao Thunder Technique" and practiced for more than ten years. From his experience, he is confident that he is as confident as anyone in the Qi refining stage when it comes to controlling thunder and lightning.
Compared with the monk a few feet away, Zheng Qianjun looked slightly inadequate - at the peak of qi refining at the age of 20, any sect was worthy of cultivating talents, not to mention the red square coffin behind him, so far away Far away, everyone could vaguely feel the faint smell of blood.
The two of them, Chen Wenlin, were not familiar with each other, and the same was true for Zhang Yongfei. They did not communicate with each other after looking at each other from a distance. Instead, Wan Qing looked back and apologized in a low voice to the Fuyun Sect disciples with a look of shame on his face.
Although Du Wei's death had nothing to do with her, as the leader, she still had to take over the responsibility.
"Senior sister, no one blames you?"
"Yes, things are like this, Senior Sister Wan doesn't have to be like this..."
"Senior Sister must also be very sad about Brother Du's death. In my opinion, let's not mention it again!"
Chen Mo had nothing to say. He followed the others and echoed a few words of condolences to the senior sister before retreating to the back of the team.
Chen Mo looked at the other two sects. They were also saying those high-sounding words, but in any case, the sadness of losing their companions was finally a little smaller.
Wan Qing casually glanced at Chen Mo and saw that he lowered his head and said nothing as if he was thinking about something. She was a little disappointed. She thought that this person had the strength and confidence to stand up and cheer up, unite the monks to fight back and take back the soul enhancement pool. Unfortunately, things were not what she expected.
"That's all." Her eyes were thoughtful, but she gave up trying to persuade Chen Mo.
As dawn approaches, several more Qi Refining Stage masters gather here, adding a few wisps of fireworks to this silent treasure place.
Although Huang Zhen from the Jiu Sha Palace is not as famous as Meng Qianqiu, he is so good at drawing evil with one hand that he can easily win even if he encounters someone of the same level.
Wei Ling, a close disciple of the Great Snow Mountain Alchemy Master, has many treasures in his hands. The snow velvet silkworm armor on his body alone is no less powerful than the Condensing Light Refining Color in the Foundation Establishment Stage.
A real master came from the Beast Control Sect. His coercive force alone made Chen Wenlin fearful. Chen Mo also felt nervous. This was obviously a monk who had taken the Foundation Establishment Pill!
For some reason, this person did not die under the power of the Foundation Establishment Dan, but he also failed to successfully break through. However, after leaving the secret realm alive, it is not difficult to step into the real Foundation Establishment.
"Senior Brother Lu!" Zhang Yongfei hurriedly handed over his hands without daring to breathe. Chen Mo noticed that the monks from the Beast Control Sect behind him, together with their monsters, also looked like they were bowing down to him.
"Wait a moment." The stern-faced Senior Brother Lu glanced at the monks of Sunset Valley and Fuyun Sect without leaving any trace, and said.
As the sun rises, the monks who come back are no longer alone, but in groups of three or five, and scattered masters gather together. Looking around, they are all at the peak of Qi refining!
Some people who are somewhat famous in the world of cultivation often cause exclamations from some people, but although some people hate those notorious monks, no monks are seen taking the initiative to attack.
It seemed that everyone was silently abiding by some rules, and they were checking and balancing in front of the small waterfall.
"Huh? Qi Jue Lao Tao, Fatty Wu, He Meiren... I know a lot of people I know!" Just after midnight, a long rainbow stopped here, and a fat, squinting monk jumped down from the flying talisman, instantly attracting everyone present. human gaze.
Before they saw him, everyone heard his unique rich voice. The young man named Lu also looked at him. Before he could say anything, the fat monk took the lead and said:
"Lu Xiaoyun, since you are here, why don't you go in and win the jackpot? This is not like your character!" the fat monk said teasingly.
"There are more than 30 monks in the soul-increasing pool. How do you get in?" The young man surnamed Lu responded unceremoniously.
After Zheng Qianjun, none of the monks who came later dared to act rashly. This was the first time that a monk who had entered explained the situation inside, so everyone pricked up their ears and listened carefully to the conversation between the two.
"Let's all rush in together?" The fat monk pointed at the many cultivators present, laughed and said: "Lu Xiaoyun, Lu Xiaoyun, I'm not telling you, there are so many masters gathered here, what are you afraid of?!"
Lu Xiaoyun glanced at him coldly, and then said nothing. The fat monk thought he was exhausted, so he turned to the waterfall and shouted: "Some hands are fast, some are slow, some are slow. If you want to follow Taoist master, I will go in and improve your spiritual consciousness. Follow me." Got it!"
"Brother Wang, wait for me!"
"And me, my two junior brothers, the three of us will fight in together!"
"Brother Dao, can you count me as my little sister?"
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The fat monk's reputation was not small, and with his response, he actually attracted more than twenty well-known Qi refining masters. "How about it?" The fat monk looked at Lu Xiaoyun provocatively: "I won't follow you. Let’s wait together! Let’s take the first step!”
Lu Xiaoyun just watched them enter the waterfall. The moment he was about to leave, he suddenly said: "Wang Erniu, don't blame me for not reminding you, the man from Jiusha Palace is also inside."
When the fat monk heard this, his plump body visibly staggered on the flying talisman, and he quickly turned back without saying a word. The plan changed so quickly that those who followed him were unexpected.
"There is strength in numbers, so we can just wait." The fat monk suddenly changed his face, coughed slightly and said, "This matter is indeed not as simple as I thought, Master Dao. Let's discuss it later!"
"Brother Wang, what you said before..."
The previous follower's inquiry immediately made Wang Erniu feel that he couldn't save his face, but his life was still important, so he got away with it after being teased by him.
"How dare you, Lu Xiaoyun, make me look embarrassed in public!" Wang Erniu cursed in his heart.
At this time, Chen Mo was still at the end of the Fuyun Sect's team, not attracting attention at all. If he wanted, he could also become one of the monks who had the right to speak, but that would be of no use.
"Wang Erniu, Lu Xiaoyun, Wei Ling, Zheng Qianjun and others introduced by Guan Qing earlier, including Chen Wenlin and those famous monks I don't know, there are already many people here who can be called geniuses. If we compete with If Meng Qianqiu is beaten into a ball, how can it be a garbled word..."
Chen Mo secretly thought in his heart: "If you kill one and save the other, you don't have to enter the soul pool if you can't. You can also make a fortune by picking up a few storage bags like this later."
Three poles up in the sun, there was another cultivator outside the soul-increasing pool who shocked the whole audience.
Yan Zun, the top master of the Yungang Sect, has extraordinary courage and wisdom, coupled with tyrannical strength. There are rumors that he will be the next candidate for the head of the Yungang Sect.
Like Meng Qianqiu, this person learned the Condensing Light Refining Color in the foundation-building realm during the Qi Refining Stage. As for who is stronger and which is weaker, no one knows because he has never fought.
But we will find out soon. Wang Erniu rubbed his hands in excitement: "With Brother Yan joining us, even if Meng Qianqiu comes again, we people will have full confidence!"
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