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第五卷 天云十二州 第九百五十五章 众修云集

"Seven, just now I almost lost my life to that wind," Mo Nianxun said, spitting out saliva. He spoke with a lingering sense of fear.

"Oh?" Tiao Xiaojian supported his chin with his hand and showed interest on his face.

Mo Nian exhaled in relief as he hurriedly tried to recount his experience, hoping the old monster before him would be pleased and spare him.

Unfortunately, this was just his delusion. A mocking expression curled at the corner of Tiao Xiaojian's mouth. "Mo, I have no interest in listening to your chatter here. Can't you recall your own soul?"

Mo Nian was greatly alarmed; his face lost all its color despite knowing that his chances were slim. He reached into his waistband and took out a soil-dodging talisman. This was an item he had bought with years of savings, though he didn’t want to part with it.

Tiao Xiaojian watched him with a smile, showing no intention of stopping him.

Mo Nian, puzzled yet elated, revealed the talisman.

A faint sound reached his ears as if the effect of his talisman had been nullified. A terrifying monster appeared before his eyes.

The creature was over ten feet tall, exuding dense阴气, and its appearance was bizarre. At first glance, it seemed to be a combination of a bear, a lion, a dragon, and Ma Ya.

"Ghost Beast," Mo Nian's voice trembled as he nearly fainted in fear. "Are you from Li Hai Valley?"

A ghost beast, by name, is a monster from the阴司界, but unlike the妖族 in this world, no matter how powerful a ghost beast may be, it lacks spirit intelligence.

However, through certain secret techniques, they can be tamed by阴魂 or ghost dao cultivators. Of course, as the master, their realm must be at least equal to that of the ghost beast, and preferably superior.

Taming a peer-level ghost beast is extremely difficult. The ghost beast before Tiao Xiaojian was an early-stage wu yin, lacking spirit intelligence but more formidable than its transformed stage counterparts.

Apart from its own divine abilities, it had a天赋to break magical techniques; all earth-grade or lower spells were ineffective in front of it, and those above had some resistance.

In the face of this ghost beast, the soil-dodging talisman turned into a piece of paper.

Tiao Xiaojian watched his opponent's shocked expression, licked his lips, and cast a spell to envelop the unfortunate creature with dark energy, preparing to perform soul recall.

However, in just moments, his face no longer showed amusement; instead, it revealed surprise and seriousness, even to the point of being ugly. After a long while, he retracted his power, and Mo Nian had already fallen unconscious, swallowed by the ghost beast's skin and bones.

The monster belched, its ugly face showing satisfaction as it returned to Tiao Xiaojian’s waistband spirit bag.

Lin Xuan is still alive, and has even formed a core. "Tiao Xiaojian crossed his arms with a gloomy expression on his face.

Fortunately, Mo Nian's cultivation was too low for him to discern Lin Xuan's specific realm; otherwise, Tiao Xiaojian would have had an even more expressive reaction. However, this young master of the Liyao Palace wasn't an ordinary person, and his expression quickly returned to normal.

So what if he has formed a core? Does that mean I am truly inferior to him?

Originally, he intended to enter this strange fog to investigate. Now that his old friend was here, there was no reason not to go.

As for the ancient cultivator sites and treasures in Mo Nian's memory, Tiao Xiaojian didn't pay much attention.

If there were really ancient relics, it wouldn't be known by a lowly foundation establishment cultivator; someone must have deliberately spread this news with some ulterior motive.

They say that boldness comes from skill. Although Tiao Xiaojian and Lin Xuan's personalities are slightly different, if placed in the same situation, Lin Xuan would not take unnecessary risks, but this young master of the Liyao Palace enjoys thrilling experiences; otherwise, he wouldn't have gone to Mount Tianmu to destroy a spirit channel.

Therefore, despite suspecting there might be a plot, Tiao Xiaojian had no intention of retreating. Riches come from taking risks. This was distinctly different from Lin Xuan's cautious approach.

Haha, big brother Lin, let your little brother meet you again."

Tiao Xiaojian smiled slightly as an ominous light flashed in his eyes before he transformed into a faint streak of light and flew deep into Yunling Mountain.

Meanwhile, on the other side of Cloud Ridge,

Although this mountain wasn't particularly wide, it stretched for a thousand miles. The entrance was not just one.

Several condensation core cultivators were whispering to each other.

"Is it really an ancient cultivator site? I heard that hundreds of cultivators have been swallowed by that strange fog; among them are also some of us condensation core cultivators," the speaker, about ten years old, had a rather ordinary appearance.

"Humph. You should know where this information comes from; there shouldn't be any problems. If you're afraid and don’t want to go in, Zhou will not force you. What’s the point?" A rough voice came with some dissatisfaction.

"Brother, don’t get angry. I didn’t say I wouldn’t go; I just asked," the previous speaker's expression stiffened as he quickly tried to appease him.

"All right, it's all family; there’s no need for such a big fuss. We still have to cooperate well later." This time, a young woman spoke.

"Right, Brother, you were too anxious just now." The rough man hurriedly apologized.

Initially, most of the low-level cultivators who came here were from the灵动期 and foundation establishment stage, but as time passed, more high-ranking cultivators joined.

Over a hundred condensation core cultivators had entered this place so far. This was only the beginning; even an early-stage wu yin appeared.

These fellows seemed much smarter, showing hesitation on their faces, half-believing the information before entering the white fog. Among them were Wise Master and that Ink Fairy. Originally, this dangerous mission was given to Lin Xuan and Blood Demon, but after they left, the senior elder received a message through an audio talisman from another channel.

Ancient cultivator relics...

He quickly sent two more people. Although Lin Xuan and Blood Demon were also senior elders of their sect, they had only joined recently, and Stone City didn’t treat them as insiders.

With danger, he could send them; even if the truth was uncertain, it wouldn't be trusted.

(To be continued)

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