Mortals cultivate immortality, I have a Chaos Tower

In the Qingyun Sect Elder's Hall, the air seemed to freeze.

After listening to Elder Xuan Bing's proposal, several other elders fell into deep thought, with expressions of deep consideration on their faces.

They understand that the danger of this mission is not trivial, and everyone is weighing the consequences of this decision.

Upon seeing this, Elder Xuan Bing immediately realized that he had to make a quick decision.

A flash of determination flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly shouted out the door: "Bai Yikong, come in and talk!"

His voice echoed in the quiet hall and seemed particularly loud.

Bai Yikong heard his master's shout outside, and felt mixed emotions in his heart.

He knew that this meant that he would have to lead twenty disciples on a dangerous mission to the unknown Netherworld Valley.

His resentment towards Murong Yunfei grew stronger, but as a disciple, he had no room to refuse.

I had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk into the Elder Hall.

Entering the hall, Bai Yikong clasped his hands and saluted Elder Xuan Bing and several other elders with a respectful expression.

His eyes were mixed with worry and uneasiness: "Master!"

Elder Xuan Bing looked at Bai Yikong with a smile on his face, but also revealed a kind of expectation: "Bai Yikong, are you confident in going to Netherworld Valley to eradicate ghost cultivators?"

Although his words were relaxed, his eyes were filled with serious scrutiny.

Although Bai Yikong was worried, in the face of the master's inquiry, he knew that he must show confidence and courage. After all, this was related to his reputation and future in the Qingyun Sect.

In the Qingyun Sect Elder's Hall, the decision was finally made.

Although Bai Yikong's reply was vague, Elder Xuan Bing had already made a decision: "In that case, you and Murong Yunfei will lead these twenty disciples to Netherworld Valley to eradicate the ghost cultivators!"

His voice was firm and strong, and he seemed to have no hesitation.

Although several other elders hesitated, seeing Elder Xuan Bing's firm attitude and the fact that he included his beloved disciples in the mission, they no longer spoke out against it despite their unwillingness.

The atmosphere became more solemn, with serious and serious expressions on everyone's faces.

The mighty team drove the white cranes and headed straight for the Netherworld Valley.

Lin Fan stood on the white crane. His cultivation was stable enough, allowing him to control it freely in the sky.

He opened his eyes wide and watched the mountains and rivers below him slide rapidly by his feet, and even some white clouds floated under his feet.

Lin Fan's heart was filled with emotion. This feeling of flying was extremely wonderful to him.

He deeply felt the wonderful experience that his journey to immortality brought him. If he had not set foot on this road, he would never have had the opportunity to appreciate such scenery in his life.

Although the tasks ahead were full of unknowns and dangers, at this moment, he felt an unprecedented freedom and pleasure.

At the entrance of Netherworld Valley, Bai Yikong and Lin Fan stepped into this ghostly area.

The sky was shrouded in clouds, and the air around was filled with an inexplicable chill.

Lin Fan stared at the land he was once familiar with, feeling an inexplicable sense of nostalgia and melancholy in his heart.

He couldn't help but miss Miss Qiuyue, and secretly asked himself if she was still in this dark place.

Hidden deep inside the Nether Valley, in a secret cave, a figure wearing a mysterious mask stands in the shadows.

His eyes shone with coldness and intrigue through the holes in his mask.

He gave orders to his three subordinates - Ying Mei, Gui Sha and Duanhun.

His voice was deep and powerful, full of unquestionable majesty.

"Ying Mei, Gui Sha, and Duanhun, the three of you each lead a hundred elite soldiers and activate the three most powerful defensive formations! Any intruder will be killed without mercy!"

His words revealed determination and cruelty, and then he emphasized,

"Bai Yikong and Murong Yunfei, I want them to live!"

Then, he described the characteristics of Bai Yikong and Murong Yunfei in detail to ensure that his men would not kill them by mistake.

Three skinny figures stood in front of him, their faces hidden in the darkness, and only the cold light in their eyes could be vaguely seen.

"Yes, your lord!"

The voices of the three people seemed to come from deep underground, low and full of murderous intent.

Afterwards, these three subordinates each led a hundred men in black and disappeared into the dark corridor like ghosts.

Their movements were quick and silent, as if the entire cave was cooperating with their actions.

At the same time, Bai Yikong and Lin Fan were going deep into the Nether Valley step by step, and they had no idea of ​​the upcoming challenge.

Lin Fan had both fear of the unknown and deep longing for Miss Qiuyue in his heart. These emotions were intertwined and made his mood extremely complicated.

In the deep cave, Lord Ghost Cultivator stared coldly into the distance.

As his men disappeared into the dim passage, he turned around and faced Qiuyue beside him.

Qiuyue is a plump and charming woman with a hint of cunning and satisfaction in her eyes.

The light from the cave illuminates her face, outlining her exaggerated and alluring features.

"Qiuyue, your contribution this time is not small. You brought twenty young talents from the Qingyun Sect and brought me so many 'gifts'."

Lord Ghost Cultivator's voice was low and full of appreciation.

Qiuyue smiled slightly, and that smile contained mystery and confidence.

Her voice was delicate, but with a chilling feeling, "Lord, how are you going to reward me?"

Lord Ghost Cultivator smiled, his voice full of mystery, "I will reward you 100 million now!"

His words were full of hints, and immediately, an indescribable sound came from the cave.

It seemed like a strange exchange, full of elusive meaning.

The atmosphere in the cave became increasingly heavy and mysterious, and time seemed to stand still here.

After more than half an hour, the atmosphere in the cave slowly returned to calm.

The voice of Lord Ghost Cultivator came again, with a kind of satisfaction and expectation in his voice.

"Qiuyue, are you satisfied with my reward?"