Mortal's Purple Sky Cave Heaven

Chapter 377 Gui Ling changes his mind

Nie Zhaonan smiled slightly, and as he spoke, his eyes began to wander over her delicate body, and his smile became more and more evil.

"Hmm~" Wang Ning put the jade box away and agreed in a sweet voice without asking any more questions about the origin of the Wanlun Flower.

"Okay, it will take some time to collect the true demonic energy here. Let's do something happy first." As he said that, Nie Zhaonan hugged Wang Ning's graceful body into his arms and began to act dishonestly.

"嘤咛~"

Wang Ning's eyes were watery and blurred.

Deep underground more than 20 miles to the north of the Little Lake, there were already thousands of monks gathered at the entrance to the sealed crack.

Because many people had entered Kunwu Mountain through this place, the illusion array set up by the Ye family cultivators had already exploded, causing a crack several feet wide to appear clearly in front of the cultivators.

But at the same time, it also makes passing through this crack more dangerous.

There was a flashing silver light at the entrance, which seemed to be sweeping out like a silver wave, looking extremely strange.

At the entrance, those cultivators in the Foundation Establishment and Core Formation stages naturally hid far away. Only a dozen Nascent Soul cultivators in various costumes stood in the front, confronting Xuan Qingzi and others, and the situation was at a stalemate.

"Fellow Daoist Xuan Qingzi, even though you are a cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage and the grand elder of Taiyi Sect, you are too overbearing to allow us to enter Kunwu Mountain to search for treasure! Or did you discover some incredible treasure when you entered Kunwu Mountain before, and you cannot let even a hint of it leak out, so you are stopping us here?" A muscular man, about ten feet tall, with a livid face, spoke to Xuan Qingzi.

"Fellow Daoist Zhou Ji is right!"

"Kunwu Mountain has been revealed, and the treasures in the mountain are not something you can monopolize!"

"We want to go in too!"

The other Nascent Soul cultivators also spoke out, their faces showing anger, their eyes swept over the three Mu Kui monsters, Han Li, Madam Mu, the pretty female cultivator, and the four scattered real people, but they could not hide the slight fear in their eyes.

"It turns out to be Brother Zhou from the Tuyang Sect. It seems that you have already mastered the 'Tuyang Divine Art'." Xuan Qingzi glanced at the big man's sallow face and said politely.

"Since you have heard of the name of 'Tuyang Divine Art', you should also know that my defense is so strong that I can even withstand attacks from magic weapons. I am no worse than you and others. There is no danger for me to enter Kunwu Mountain. What you said before, that Kunwu Mountain is very dangerous, is an exaggeration for me." Looking at Xuan Qingzi and his group who were safe and sound, the big man spoke in a buzzing voice.

"Yes, the Poison Saint Sect and several other Nascent Soul cultivators had entered Kunwu Mountain before, so why can't they do that now?" someone echoed.

"Those Yuanying stage Taoist friends, without exception, all died in Kunwu Mountain." Xuan Qingzi said, pretending to glance at Sisan Zhenren beside him unintentionally.

Xuan Qingzi's actions naturally did not escape the attention of the cultivators present. The big man turned his eyes and asked without thinking:
"Fellow Daoists, you say!"

"That's right, when those fellow Taoists died, I was right beside them and saw it all clearly. I was lucky enough to escape with my life thanks to the rare treasure 'Four-sided Flying Boots'. I'm still scared now, Kunwu Mountain is really terrifying!" Sisan Zhenren took a deep breath, as if he had recalled something terrible, his face full of the look of having survived a calamity.

'A genuine cultivator in the Spiritualization Stage, Hu Lao Mo was killed in one blow, how could Kunwu Mountain not be scary?' Si San Zhenren thought to himself, thinking of Nie Zhaonan's name. Even though he had never met this person in person, he was a little scared just thinking of him.

"We all know who killed those people." Mrs. Mu, who had not forgotten the ambush by Sisan Zhenren, sneered and unceremoniously made trouble.

What Si San Zhenren said was half true and half false. The big man originally believed what Si San Zhenren said, but after hearing what Madam Mu said, he became suspicious again and asked:
"Master Sisan, what on earth is going on?!"

"What else could it be? I am absolutely not lying. Those fellow Taoists are indeed dead. Moreover, all their flesh and blood was devoured. Even their Nascent Souls did not have time to escape. Only white skeletons were left. It can be said to be extremely miserable." Sisan Zhenren laughed bitterly and said word by word.

Zhenren Sisan dared to swear to heaven that what he said was true, because he did it all with his own hands, and no one knew it better than him.

The other Nascent Soul cultivators could see that True Man Sisan was not lying.

"real."

"Even Fellow Daoist Hua from the Poison Saint Sect has perished. He was a cultivator at the peak of the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, yet he ended up in such a miserable way."

For a moment, the place became noisy. Some people sighed, while others even backed off and silently took a few steps back.

"What are you worried about? Didn't you see that Fellow Daoist Xuan Qingzi and his group were able to return safely from Kunwu Mountain? With the ten of us working together, we can still protect ourselves." The big man glanced at the three people who were retreating, not hiding his contempt in his eyes.

What the absolute man said made a lot of sense. Soon, these Yuanyings quieted down again, and the three people who had retreated stepped forward again and merged into the team.

Seeing this, Xuan Qingzi was somewhat helpless, and said with a sigh:
"It seems that you Taoist friends will not give up until you enter Kunwu. That's good. I won't hide some things from you Taoist friends."

"Fellow Daoist Xuan Qingzi, please speak frankly." Hearing Xuan Qingzi's solemn tone, the big man's thick brows furrowed and he spoke politely.

"Kunwu Mountain is now owned by someone, and its owner is a being even more powerful than the old ancestor in the Spirit Transformation Stage. If you enter without permission, you will not end well. As for more news, this old Taoist cannot say more without the order of that person." Xuan Qingzi looked extremely solemn, and glanced indifferently at the cultivators present.

Hearing the words "there is a master" and "stronger than the God Transformation Ancestor", the big man and others couldn't help but look at each other, and they all saw the horror in each other's eyes.

The place became quiet for a while, and even the monks' faint breathing could be heard clearly.

After a while, the big man asked cautiously:

"Could it be that the master of Kunwu Mountain has survived from ancient times? Has he been practicing hard in Kunwu Mountain?"

"Kunwu Mountain has been sealed since ancient times. During this period, no one knows where it is, and no cultivator has been able to enter. No wonder Brother Zhou has such a guess." Xuan Qingzi's voice was light, but he changed the subject when he said this:
"But, fellow Taoist, you guessed wrong. The master of Kunwu Mountain, like me, was able to enter Kunwu Mountain only after the seal was broken."

Seeing the eagerness on the big man's face, Xuan Qingzi guessed what he was thinking without thinking too much, and shook his head repeatedly:
"As for the name of this senior, I, an old Taoist priest, am not in a position to tell you."

Hearing this, not only the big man, but all the other cultivators sighed slightly.

Han Li had been standing by, just listening silently without saying a word. Even though more than three months had passed, he still hadn't recovered from the shock of Senior Brother Nie killing a Divine Transformation cultivator with one strike.

The gap in strength between him and Senior Brother Nie was too great. Even with his current cultivation and treasures, and the Three Flame Fan in his hand, he could at most kill an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator of the same level as him with a full-strength attack.

However, Senior Brother Nie crossed the gap between the Nascent Soul Stage and the Spirit Transformation Stage and counterattacked with one strike.

You can imagine how huge the gap between the two is.

Beside Han Li, Gui Ling stood obediently, but no one noticed that a strange light flashed in her eyes from time to time, as if she was thinking of something.

At this moment, a voice came from the crack several feet wide:
"Thank you fellow Taoists for guarding here."

The sound was clear and pleasant, but it made Gui Ling shudder and he quickly collected his thoughts.

As the voice fell, Nangong Wan, Yuan Yao and Xin Ruyin flew out from the crack. As soon as they flew out, they stopped in the air.

"It is an honor for the younger generation to be able to do something for Senior Nie." Xuan Qingzi and others hurriedly said politely.

"In addition to setting up a ban here to prevent outsiders from entering, I also have a piece of news to tell you fellow Taoists." Nangong Wan paused, then slowly spoke:

"Kunwu Mountain will hold a grand auction in a hundred years. Various elixirs, treasures, and rare materials will appear at this auction. I specially invite you to participate. I believe you will not be disappointed."

"Auction!" Everyone was stunned at first, and then nodded in agreement.

"It is well known that Senior Nie has so many treasures in his hands. I will certainly not be absent at that time." Madam Mu said slowly with a smile on her face.

"Senior Nie, could it be Senior Nie Zhaonan who occupied Kunwu Mountain? When did Senior Nie advance to the God Transformation Stage and become the God Transformation Patriarch?" Shocked by the information revealed in the words of several people, the big man was in disbelief and asked hesitantly.

Nangong Wan glanced at the big man calmly and explained in a calm tone:

"My husband has not yet advanced to the Spiritualization Stage. You fellow Taoists have honored him as a senior, but he has only done something that even the Spiritualization cultivators in this world cannot do, which is to kill the old demon Hu."

After hearing this, there was silence, and none of the monks present spoke again.

After saying this, Nangong Wan took Yuan Yao and Xin Ruyin, turned around without any delay, and flew towards the seal crack again.

Just before entering the crack, Nangong Wan's lips moved slightly, but no sound came out. It was obvious that she was transmitting a few words.

At the same time, Nangong Wan's voice suddenly rang in Gui Ling's ears, and Gui Ling listened without showing any abnormality.

"Sister Nangong, who were you communicating with just now?" As soon as she entered the seal crack, Yuan Yao looked at Nangong Wan and asked curiously.

"With Fellow Daoist Gui Ling. I thought she and Fellow Daoist Han were a good match, so I told her some things about Fellow Daoist Han to prevent her from doing something she would regret greatly." Nangong Wan did not hide anything and replied softly.

"Friend Han?" Xin Ruyin thought about it after hearing this, and nodded in agreement:
"This junior fellow of your husband is indeed just as your husband said, he is really a very dangerous person. It is very dangerous to be with him. There were five Nascent Soul cultivators in their group who entered the Yin-Yang Cave, but in the end, only Fairy Bai Yaoyi and him were able to escape safely."

"As for whether they match well? One is tall and the other is short, one is thin and the other is fat, and both have dark skin, but they do have some things in common."

Yuan Yao also nodded slightly in agreement.

On the other side, after hearing what Nangong Wan said, Gui Ling's heart skipped a beat. He turned his short and thick neck and looked at Han Li with some suspicion. He said in a very alert tone:

"Since the cultivation, Fellow Daoist Han, among the cultivators who have explored the secret place with you, how many have survived?"

Although she believed that Fairy Nangong would not intentionally deceive her, since her own life was at stake, she naturally had to ask Han Li, the person involved.

"Why are you asking this, Brother Gui?" Han Li's expression changed slightly.

Turning around, Han Li saw Gui Ling's determined look. He felt that what Gui Ling asked was not something that could not be told to others, so he slowly opened his mouth and said:

"About one or two out of ten. There have been many times when Han teamed up with others to explore the dangerous places left behind. Except for me who managed to escape with my life, all other Taoist friends died unexpectedly."

As expected, Gui Ling secretly cried out in his heart, and then hurriedly asked: "What are the characteristics of the one or two dozen monks who survived?"

"Features?" Han Li was a little confused as to why Gui Ling's question was so strange, but after thinking about it, he realized that there was nothing wrong with it, so he replied without hiding anything:

"They are all very good and trustworthy fellow Taoists. Moreover, many of them are beautiful female cultivators. After experiencing danger and receiving my help many times, they have all fallen in love with me to some extent. If it weren't for Han's pursuit of immortality, he might have had several fellow Taoists by now."

When talking about being liked by others, Han Li smiled, and his tone was very contented.

"It's just as Fairy Nangong said! This Han Li is really evil. Anyone who has bad intentions towards him will end up dead." There was no strange expression on Gui Ling's face, but she was extremely worried in her heart, because she also had some bad intentions towards Han Li.

After all, if she wanted to regain her freedom as soon as possible, she had to use some crooked ideas.

"Does it mean that I really have no choice but to be his spirit beast?"

"No, I won't give up. As long as I can get my natal spirit tablet back and regain my freedom, it doesn't matter if I give up some insignificant things!" Gui Ling's thoughts were already in turmoil. After being trapped for tens of thousands of years, she finally hardened her heart and made a decision.

"Fellow Daoist Han, what price do you want me to pay in order for you to return my natal spirit tablet to me?" Gui Ling asked directly without any hesitation.

"Why do you say that, Fellow Daoist Gui? Didn't I already promise you that as long as my cultivation advances to the late Nascent Soul stage, I would naturally give you your freedom?" Han Li's smile faded, and he looked thoughtful.

He had clearly already discussed it with Gui Ling before, so he really didn't know why Gui Ling wanted to change his mind?
(End of this chapter)