Fantasy: I Become Stronger when I Meet a Strong Opponent. My Cultivation Has No Upper Limit.

Chapter 453: Old Actor!

at the same time.

Ye Junlin took Canglangjun to the destination and called him a good guy.

Looking at the bustling, lively crowd in front of him, he had a new understanding of the great value of his four disciples for the first time.

"Senior Ye, let's go in quickly, it looks like we still have time!" Lord Canglang said.

In an all-out manhunt like this, unless the target is caught and the dust has settled, there will be no such big fight.

Ye Junlin also knew this and nodded, "Let's go"

Immediately, an old man and a young man entered the immortal burial place.

"Tsk, tsk, here are two more people who are not afraid of death. Are you a group formed by my grandfather and grandson?"

It happened that at this moment, a man in gray robe with a body as thin as a bamboo pole and a cold temperament, holding a magic weapon in the shape of a blood drop, sneered.

"It's the Skull-Broken Demon King! I didn't expect him to be here too!" A monk nearby who recognized his identity exclaimed.

"That's a complete pervert. His favorite thing to do is to take off other people's heads! The murders he committed can't be washed away in three days and three nights!"

"Wait a minute, he's also looking for that top-grade elixir?"

"I'm more inclined to think that he came here to have fun. After all, the environment here is special and it will be more convenient to commit murder!"

"Hey, that's going to be troublesome, but you must not be targeted by that pervert, or your head will be in danger!"

There were whispers around, and all the monks backed away in fear.

"You are seeking death!" Lord Canglang was extremely shocked and furious, and a surging cultivation aura erupted from his body.

"Interesting, he is actually an Immortal King." The lean man was stunned at first and said with a cruel smile.

He raised the magic weapon in the shape of a drop of blood, and after injecting it with vast immortal power, it vibrated violently and emitted a tragic smell of blood, as if it was trying to choose someone to devour.

Bang!

A dull explosion sounded.

All the monks were stunned, dumbfounded.

The lean man known as the Skull-Broken Demon King disappeared, leaving only a cloud of blood mist that slowly dissipated.

Ye Junlin took back his hand and said coldly: "Idiot!"

Faced with this person's inexplicable provocation, he slapped him to death.

Grandfather and grandson form a group?

You are so blind!

"Ye, Senior Ye, he is talking nonsense, Xiao Dezi will always be your most loyal servant!" Lord Canglang said hurriedly with sweat dripping from fear.

In his heart, he secretly cursed the thin man for causing harm to others, for somehow making him older and taking advantage of this silver-haired young man, which would cost him his head!

"As long as you know it well." Ye Junlin glanced at the other party, who was frightened.

Looking at the two people leaving, the monks around them showed fear.

As for the thin man who died, they said in their hearts that he deserved it. This is the fate of a mean-mouthed man!

The deepest part of the immortal burial place.

The dark wind gusted, and the sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling were everywhere.

Boom, large clouds of black mist emerged from the cave, and then condensed into a terrifying figure.

It was a long-haired man whose half body was made of bones and the other half was made of flesh and blood. His eyes were dancing with two balls of ghostly fire. He had his hands behind his back, and his whole body was filled with an evil aura.

If any monks saw it, they would be so frightened that they would scream.

Because the long-haired man is the rumored Immortal-level evil spirit with overwhelming resentment and unfathomable strength. He seems to be the strongest being in this restricted area!

As early as when he broke through to the Immortal Lord a long time ago, the long-haired man's mind was no different from that of ordinary people, which was far different from the evil spirit that only acted on instinct and did not know how to think.

It calls itself the yin-yang ghost and wanders between life and death.

Because there was too much noise outside, it was forced to wake up after sleeping for a long time, and it was actually very unhappy.

The Yin Yang Ghost said coldly: "These damn human monks dare to come here and act wild. I want to see what their purpose is!"

It didn't rush out and kill people to show its majesty and status.

Instead, he was preparing to hibernate in secret, quietly observing what the monks were doing, waiting for opportunities to act.

After all, Yin Yang Ghost is also very curious. After so many years, this is the first time such a large-scale invasion has occurred.

You must know that the immortal burial place is a lifeless place of death, which is not conducive to the cultivation of living beings and has no treasures.

Any monk who comes here will not be able to get any benefits, but will be in danger of his life.

Therefore, seeing the monks from the outside world so aggressive and behaving abnormally around the Immortal Burial Ground made the Yin Yang Ghost feel confused and puzzled. It wanted to figure out the reason and then make a plan!

Thinking of this, the Yin Yang ghost turned into a wisp of black smoke and floated into the distance.

The extensive search continues.

Countless monks were running around, traveling through the strange fog, and fighting fiercely with evil spirits during the process.

On a certain hill, Ye Junlin put away his huge consciousness and looked thoughtful.

"Strange, where is Xiao Hei?"

Just now, he used his immortal-level spiritual consciousness to search, but he couldn't find any trace of his four disciples.

Could it be in a more hidden place?

[Ding, dear host, it is recommended to use the master-disciple sensing function. As long as it is within a radius of 50 million miles, the exact location of any of your apprentices can be sensed! 】

At this time, the system's beep sounded in my mind.

Ye Junlin was stunned, "Tongzi, when did you use this function? Why didn't I know about it before?"

[Ding, in fact, it has always been there, but the host is often with the disciples, so this auxiliary function is naturally neglected. Now that the host is troubled in this regard, this system will remind you from a professional perspective. I hope Can help the host solve the problem! 】

The system responded.

Hearing this, Ye Junlin's eyes lit up and he said with satisfaction: "I see, I didn't expect you to be quite humane, Tongzi. This auxiliary function is really good and solves my urgent need."

[Ding, solving problems for the host is what a system should do. This system is absolutely professional and reliable! 】

[Dear host, would you like to enable the master-disciple sensing function now? 】

The system asked according to the process.

After learning that there was such a convenient way, Ye Junlin nodded without hesitation: "Open!"

[Ding, the master-disciple induction function is now enabled, the time limit is two and a half days, and the cooling time is two and a half months! 】

In an instant, Ye Junlin felt that something was establishing a spiritual connection with him.

It seemed that the whole world was dark, but there was a bright light that stood out in the distance, allowing him to see it at a glance!

"There!"

Ye Junlin disappeared from the spot and flew quickly in that direction.

"Senior Ye, wait for me!" Canglang Jun on the side was stunned, and quickly followed him without knowing why.

at this time.

In the crowd, the skinny old man still pretended to be searching hard, and with a hint of impatience in his voice, he shouted to the believers: "Are there any over there? Answer me quickly!"

"Report to the leader, no trace found!" Sensing the fierce fluctuations in the other party's emotions, the believers said in fear.

"Damn it, where did that thing hide? If this continues, we have no other choice but to go back the way we came!" the skinny old man said with a gloomy face and an uneasy expression.

"Leader, please calm down. After all, so many forces have intervened, and even they haven't been found. It's nothing new for our Fengtian Sect to return without success." One of his subordinates persuaded out of good intentions.

"Asshole!"

The skinny old man reprimanded angrily and threw out a slap. The subordinate was beaten so hard that he vomited blood and fell to the ground, covering his face, in shock.

"Look for them all! I can't believe that even though I've turned this upside down, I can't even find that top-quality elixir!"

The skinny old man roared with red eyes.

"yes……"

The congregants groaned secretly.

The surrounding monks noticed this scene and all looked sarcastic.

"The leader of the Sealing Heaven Sect also wants to get his hands on the best elixir? I'm not telling you that with his mentality, he will definitely not be able to find it!"

"Yes, being so impatient will only be counterproductive!"

Others whispered.

But no one noticed that underneath the skinny old man's seemingly angry and unwilling appearance, there was a subtle arc at the corner of his mouth.

This feeling is really great!

Hehe, that top-quality elixir is in my bag. You bunch of resentful people should go find it slowly. I am different from you. After all, I am acting with you and going through the motions!

Just when the skinny old man was feeling extremely proud, a huge sonic boom suddenly came from above his head.

boom!

A slender figure in black appeared in the sky.

Ye Junlin put his hands behind his back, his long snow-white hair flying, and his eyes looked down at the skinny old man with deep meaning.

He could sense that the four disciples were on top of each other!

"You, who are you? I didn't offend you!" The skinny old man's scalp was numb and his inner alarm was ringing. This was a feeling he had never experienced before.

It was enough to show that the other party was not someone he could provoke.

Ye Junlin stretched out his hand and said meaningfully: "Hand over the things."

The skinny old man's head almost exploded, his back was dripping with cold sweat, and his first reaction was the thought of being exposed.

But the problem is, after he used the Qiankun Bag to take away the Jarhead boy, he not only directly destroyed the scene, but also deliberately wiped out the remaining aura.

It stands to reason that I should have done everything flawlessly and flawlessly. How did the other party find him so accurately?

This is unreasonable!

The skinny old man forced himself to calm down and pretended to be confused: "Fellow Taoist, I don't understand what you mean."

"Haha," Ye Junlin sneered, "If you let me search him out, you will die!"

The skinny old man gritted his teeth and said: "Inexplicable!"

After saying that, he turned around with a guilty conscience and left quickly.

result.

A terrifying coercion like a sacred mountain shrouded him. The skinny old man could not move. Big beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. His pupils were trembling. He trembled and said: "Immortal, Immortal Lord..."

That young man turned out to be an Immortal!

Ye Junlin reached out his hand, took away the yellow cloth bag from the skinny old man's waist, and then opened it.

Uh-huh!

A flash of green light shot out and took the form of a young man.

"Smelly old man, don't even think about eating me!"

After he got out of the Qiankun Bag, he immediately wanted to escape, but unexpectedly there was a familiar call from behind,

"Xiao Hei, where are you going?"

Upon hearing this title, the Big Mushroom King froze on the spot. He turned around in disbelief and saw Ye Junlin smiling at him.

"Master?"

The Big Mushroom King almost thought it was an illusion, cried with joy, and said in a trembling voice: "Master, is it you..."

"Of course it's me." Ye Junlin said.

"Great! I finally see you, my disciple!" Big Mushroom King excitedly rushed over, hugged the young man and cried loudly, "During this period, I was really scared, these bad guys all wanted to eat me, ugh Woo..."

Ye Junlin touched the boy's head and said indignantly: "It's really too much. Even the master didn't eat it. At most, I used you to make soup!"

The crying stopped abruptly. The pot-covered boy raised his head with a depressed look on his face, "Master, can you not mention this?"

"Look, that's the top-grade elixir we are looking for!"

"Fuck! It turns out that it was taken away by the leader of Fengtian Sect early in the morning! We thought that the old guy couldn't find it either!"

"Fuck, he deceived all of us! This old guy is full of bad water! Maybe he is secretly happy!"

...

Many monks nearby were shocked and angry, and felt that they were fooled around.

After learning the truth, the Fengtian Sect members were stunned and looked at the skinny old man in astonishment.

Master, you are too good at acting, right?

You are an old actor!

Especially the subordinate who was slapped, covering his face and crying:

"So I deserve to be beaten..."

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