The old man in green robe turned around, with a faint flash of light in his eyes, and looked at the man's calm voice.
"My master, Venerable Luyu, was in Yaochi Immortal Palace three thousand years ago. I was with my master. By chance, I was lucky enough to meet my senior."
A dark-faced man responded respectfully.
"It turns out that you are Lu Yu's poor disciple. Well, after hearing what you said, I am somewhat impressed. Compared with three thousand years ago, your cultivation has improved a bit. Unfortunately, Lu Yu's sour scholar has fallen into the world.
The calamity is coming." Venerable Qingyan touched his beard, his voice still sounded lazily.
"Senior is right what he said. The master has indeed passed away."
The black-faced monk said tremblingly that originally he wanted to use the tiger skin as a banner, hoping that relying on the master's reputation to intimidate him, the other party would not necessarily embarrass him.
Who knew that the other party was so well-informed about the master's death more than a thousand years ago, and only a few of their close disciples knew about it, and they agreed to keep it a secret and never leak it out. Where did the other party hear about it?
However, since the other party knew so clearly, he naturally did not dare to deny anything.
The consequences of deceiving an old monster who has gone through a calamity period in person are not something he can bear.
While they were talking to each other, other monks were also whispering. Venerable Qingyan lived in a simple way and his reputation was not obvious. After all, old monsters of their level no longer care about worldly fame and wealth.
However, at this moment, there are nearly a hundred immortal cultivators in the hall, and without exception, they are all high-level beings above the distraction stage.
These monks are well-informed, and a small number of them have heard of Venerable Qingyan's reputation.
However, most of it is just hearsay. I don’t know what the temper of this old monster is. He made a clever arrangement and asked his disciples to lead people like him here. What exactly did he want to do?
The unknown is the most frightening thing. At this moment, all the immortal cultivators in the hall are beating drums in their hearts.
But everyone knows that the first shot kills the first bird. These guys are just muttering in their hearts, but on the surface, they are submissive, and no one is willing to speak first.
For a moment, the atmosphere in the hall became silent and strange.
At this time, Venerable Qingyan's voice rang out: "Fellow Taoists, don't be afraid. Although I have set up a trap this time, I have no ill intentions toward you."
"There is no malice. Senior invited us here. This is not a place for chatting and drinking tea. If you have any errands, please let me know."
A rough voice reached his ears, and Lin Xuan turned his head following the sound, but a familiar figure came into view.
It was the old man in soap robe who brought him here. This guy was so impatient that he finally couldn't help but speak.
The words were interrupted, but Venerable Qingyan did not get angry, and his voice was still lazy: "Lingbo Valley, I think all the fellow Taoists here have heard it."
"What, Lingbo Valley?"
"Did I hear you correctly? Senior, did you mean Lingbo Valley?"
…
A stone stirred up thousands of waves, and as soon as Venerable Qingyan finished speaking, it was as if a drop of water fell into the oil and the pot exploded.
In cultivating immortality, apart from qualifications, the most important thing is opportunity.
The so-called chance, to be more detailed, is nothing more than wanting to obtain various heavenly materials and earthly treasures by chance, such as elixirs, elixirs, or secret treasures left by ancient monks.
However, although this matter is simple to say, if you think about it deeply, it is simply illusory. After all, luck is invisible, untouchable, and completely traceless...
The monks present all know this truth, especially when their strength reaches their level, it is even more difficult to find suitable elixirs and treasures.
But having said that, the lost interface is mysterious and it actually had a place a long time ago.
That place is called Lingbo Valley.
No one knows its origins. They only know that the environment inside is special, and there are countless rare treasures, natural materials, earthly treasures, and various elixirs, which are far easier to find than other places.
It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a treasure house that cultivators dream of.
However, the world has its own laws. Although there are countless treasures in Lingbo Valley, it is not something you can enter just by wanting to.
First of all, no one knows where the valley is located, and exploration will yield no results. Fortunately, every three thousand years, the entrance will naturally appear.
It will naturally close after three days, and those cultivators who can arrive in time may enter.
Why is it just possible?
Because if you want to enter the Lingbo Valley, you also have cultivation requirements, which cannot be too high or too low.
The range is probably from clutch to distraction.
In other words, when the entrance is revealed, clutches, Dongxuan, and distracted cultivators can all enter.
If the cultivation level is too low and cannot withstand the force of space entering the valley, it will explode and die. However, the old monster at the level of transcending tribulation will encounter an inexplicable repelling force and cannot enter the valley.
In the past, whenever the entrance to this valley was opened, countless monks wanted to go in and look for opportunities. However, about 20,000 years ago, an accident happened.
For some reason, the Dark King of Netherworld actually wants to enter this valley.
However, as one of the six kings of the Yin Division, his strength is comparable to the three great loose immortals in the spiritual world, and is more powerful than the strong men in the later stages of the Tribulation. Naturally, he will encounter that inexplicable repulsive force.
However, for a person like the Dark King of Netherworld, he would not be discouraged by this setback. Regardless of the power of repulsion, with his own overwhelming strength, he really couldn't get in if he didn't believe it.
In order to enter the Lingbo Valley, he even exerted his domain. I have the final say in my domain. Within the domain, he can even change the rules. So what does a mere repulsive force mean?
Originally, the Dark King of Netherworld was full of confidence, but he forgot that the magic and realm of nature are not necessarily omnipotent.
In a self-defeating situation, the repulsive power of the entrance clashed with its domain. The final result was that the Dark King of Netherworld failed to succeed, and the entrance to Lingbo Valley disappeared from then on, never to be revealed again for 20,000 years.
For this matter, the Dark King of Netherworld received countless scoldings, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he was the target of public criticism. If his identity and strength were not so extraordinary, the monks who had lost their interface would have to settle accounts with him.
In a blink of an eye, the entrance to Lingbo Valley was no longer visible. It had been more than 20,000 years. Although the monks in this world sighed in their hearts, they also gradually forgot about it in addition to regret.
Nowadays, almost no one mentions Lingbo Valley anymore, but the old monster in front of him suddenly brings the topic here. Is it definitely not without purpose?
Although his situation was somewhat inappropriate, this topic still aroused the interest of the monks present, and one or two of them pricked up their ears.
"Could what the senior is going to say have something to do with Lingbo Valley?" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to subscribe to (this site), give rewards, and your support is my biggest motivation.)
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