Mortals cultivate immortality, I have a Chaos Tower

When Lin Fan and his companions decided to continue carrying out the mission of Qingyun Sect and determined to destroy the ghost cultivators.

In a dark and mysterious cave, the ghost cultivator was drinking and chatting with Qiuyue, enjoying a rare peace.

In the darkness of the cave, the figures of the two people were reflected on the mottled stone walls, which looked both eerie and strange.

The face of the Venerable Ghost Cultivator looked distorted and terrifying under the candlelight.

At this moment, some defeated ghost cultivators hurriedly came to the cave. They looked panicked and reported the defeat on the front line.

These news were like a bolt from the blue, instantly breaking the tranquility in the cave.

After hearing this, the Venerable Ghost Cultivator became furious. His anger was like a blazing flame, almost igniting the entire cave.

The three assistants he had worked so hard to train all died, which was undoubtedly a major blow to him.

The flames of revenge flashed in his eyes, and the hatred for the Qingyun Sect settled in his heart and became deeper.

After the Venerable Ghost Cultivator calmed down, he began to think about countermeasures.

I still underestimated the abilities of these Qingyun disciples, and let Gui Mei, Gui Sha and Duanhun lose their lives in vain.

In his eyes, although these Qingyun Sect disciples were powerful, they were like a piece of plump prey that made him salivate.

The Venerable Ghost Cultivator decided to take action personally. With his profound cultivation and cunning wisdom, he would definitely be able to catch all the disciples of the Qingyun Sect.

Deep in the Netherworld Valley, the ghost cultivator's eerie voice echoed in the cave, issuing his evil orders.

"Spread the poisonous mist in the Netherworld Valley! Let them taste the power of corpse poison! One day later, I will cut them into pieces one by one!"

His voice was low and full of threats, making the ghost cultivators around him tremble.

Venerable Ghost Cultivator's poisonous mist is one of his original forbidden techniques and is extremely powerful.

Once cast, the poisonous mist can quickly cover the entire Nether Valley, and any creature that enters it will not be spared.

The corpse poison contained in the poisonous mist is not only violent, but also extremely concealed. Once poisoned, even a strong person with advanced cultivation will have difficulty detecting it.

The corpse poison will slowly erode the true energy in the body, causing the victim's attack power to drop significantly after a day.

At the same time, Lin Fan and his companions were searching and advancing in the Netherworld Valley.

They had some idea of ​​the dangers of this place, but were unprepared for the poisonous fog they were about to encounter.

Suddenly, a thick fog quickly spread, and the entire Netherworld Valley seemed to be shrouded in this sudden fog.

There is a strange and cold smell in the fog, which makes people feel chilly.

Jiang Shuiling immediately noticed something was wrong.

Her expression changed and she immediately shouted: "This fog is poisonous!"

Her voice cut through the dead silence in the mist, making everyone's hearts tighten.

Lin Fan and others immediately heightened their vigilance. They knew that this must be a trick of the Venerable Ghost Cultivator.

Faced with this sudden crisis, Lin Fan and his companions took quick action.

The poisonous fog, this invisible killer, spreads in this mysterious land, bringing unprecedented challenges.

Qingyun disciples each used their unique skills to try to resist this unbridled poisonous mist.

Soon they discovered that the poisonous mist was extremely strange.

No matter how hard they try, as long as they breathe, the fog of death will quietly invade their bodies along with the air.

Just when everyone fell into despair.

Zhong Linger proposed a bold plan.

She told everyone: "We can try to enter a meditative state and temporarily block our breathing. This may be able to resist the invasion of the poisonous fog."

However, although this method is good, it has great risks.

Because once they enter meditation, the disciples will be unable to perceive everything in the outside world, which is tantamount to death in such a dangerous situation.

Just when everyone was looking at each other, not knowing what to do, Su Tianyu stood up.

He announced loudly: "Please feel free to enter the meditative state. Lin Fan and I will be on guard. If anything happens, we will immediately summon everyone to wake up."

Speaking of this, Lin Fan suddenly remembered a key fact.

He and Su Tianyu once took the golden python's inner elixir together and gained the ability to be invulnerable to all poisons.

If Su Tianyu hadn't said it, Lin Fan would have almost forgotten about it.

Under the persistence of Su Tianyu and Lin Fan, each disciple entered a state of meditation to reduce the damage of the poisonous mist.

Their faces showed perseverance and calmness, as if they were immortal disciples determined to fight their fate to the end.

Jiang Shuiling was preparing to enter meditation like everyone else.

Lin Fan took out a small bottle of golden python bile from his arms and handed it to Jiang Shuiling.

He said in a firm and affectionate tone: "This is the last golden python bile. After taking it, you will be immune to all poisons."

Jiang Shuiling's hand trembled slightly as he took the bottle of bile that exuded a strange smell.

She knew very well the preciousness of this bile, which was an extremely rare treasure for monks.

But she hesitated, with a mixture of hesitation and determination in her eyes: "You should keep such a precious item for yourself."

As he spoke, he tried to return the bile to Lin Fan.

Lin Fan shook his head, his eyes became firmer: "The disciples who protect the Qingyun Sect need your strength. If you don't take this bile, how can you help us?!"

His voice was filled with unquestionable determination.

Jiang Shuiling was silent for a moment. She took a deep look at Lin Fan, her eyes full of gratitude and trust.

Finally, she slowly opened the small bottle and drank the bile gently.

The bile tasted bitter in her mouth, but it carried a strange power and flowed throughout her body, making her feel an unprecedentedly powerful energy.

"If you were a ghost cultivator, what would you do now?"

Su Tianyu asked Lin Fan beside him in a low voice.

Lin Fan smiled slightly, with a hint of cunning flashing in his eyes.

"Wait for us people to be poisoned one by one, and then catch them all!"

His voice was calm and firm, as if he had seen through all the ghost cultivators' schemes.

Jiang Shuiling listened to their conversation quietly, with a flash of inspiration in her eyes.

"How about the three of us pretend to meditate and regulate our breath, recharge our batteries, and wait for the enemy to take the bait?"

There was a wit and determination in her voice.

Su Tianyu and Lin Fan looked at each other and saw the approval in each other's eyes.

They nodded to express their agreement with Jiang Shuiling's suggestion. Then the three of them each chose a position, with their backs to the center of the team, and began to meditate.