Mortals cultivate immortality, I have a Chaos Tower

The three of them looked particularly firm in the darkness, each immersed in their own inner world.

Su Tianyu's brows furrowed, and his heart was filled with preparations for the upcoming battle;

Lin Fan's eyes were calm, as if he had turned a blind eye to all dangers;

Jiang Shuiling closed her eyes, her face showing a kind of transcendent calm.

Deep in the deep cave, the figure of the ghost cultivator seemed to blend into the surrounding darkness.

There was a cold light shining in his eyes, which was a kind of determination and control over the prey.

Inside the cave, water droplets dripped from the wet rocks, making a faint ticking sound, adding a bit of eerieness to the dull atmosphere.

"How are those Qingyun disciples doing now?"

Venerable Ghost Cultivator's voice was low and full of oppression, and his words revealed contempt and disdain for Qingyun's disciples.

A ghost cultivator in black robes walked slowly over, his face covered with shadows,

"Those people are meditating and adjusting their breath. They should be resisting our poisonous mist!"

There was a hint of resentment in his voice, as if he was dissatisfied with Qingyun disciple's persistence.

When the Venerable Ghost Cultivator heard this, a cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Hmph, pay attention to the good fight. Meditate, adjust your breath, and reduce your breathing! This will reduce the harm of the poisonous mist! I want to see how long you can hold on!"

There was a kind of arrogance and confidence in his words, as if he had seen the failure of Qingyun's disciples.

At the same time, in a hidden corner not far away, Lin Fan was meditating with his eyes closed.

His expression seemed calm, but inside he was bored.

During this tense waiting, his thoughts drifted involuntarily to the three vertebral swords.

The ancient aura exuding from these swords made him curious, and they seemed to hide unknown secrets.

Lin Fan slowly opened his eyes, and his gaze fell on the three bone swords.

These swords are engraved with strange lines, and each line seems to tell an ancient legend.

He reached out and gently touched these bone-vertebral swords, feeling a bottomless power.

At this moment, he seemed to have touched the echoes of ancient times, and an inexplicable shock and awe emerged in his heart.

Lin Fan held the three bone swords and was immersed in the wonder of them.

He recalled his fierce battle with Gui Mei, Gui Sha and Duanhun. It was a thrilling contest.

Although the three of them were eventually shattered into pieces and their souls were scattered, these three swords were still intact. Their toughness was shocking, and it also showed the extraordinary nature of the bone-vertebral sword.

When Lin Fan carefully played with these swords, he unexpectedly discovered that the three skeletal swords could be merged with each other and easily separated.

This discovery made him feel very strange. He couldn't help but wonder, were these three swords originally one weapon?

This structure is both unique and mysterious, hiding unknown secrets.

Time passed quietly in Lin Fan's thinking, and half a day passed like this.

At the same time, the poisonous mist in Netherworld Valley showed no sign of dissipating. Instead, it became thicker and thicker. It seemed that the entire forest was shrouded in this poisonous mist.

There was an unsettling sound faintly heard in the poisonous mist, as if something was spying on them in the dark.

Lin Fan stood in the dark, humid valley, taking a deep breath, his eyes burning like a torch.

He turned to Jiang Shuiling and Su Tianyu, and said in a firm and courageous tone: "Continuing like this is not an option! Why don't you guard here while I go out to explore the way!"

His words were full of determination, as if he had foreseen the difficulties ahead, but there was no trace of flinching in his eyes.

Su Tianyu's brows were furrowed, and a trace of worry and uneasiness flashed in his eyes.

He looked at Lin Fan nervously and said slowly: "What if this is the enemy's plan to separate us and then kill us?"

His worries were justified. This unknown danger made him feel unprecedented pressure.

Lin Fan was silent for a moment, his eyes became deep, as if he was thinking about something.

Indeed, he had also considered Su Tianyu's concerns.

It was precisely because of this potential danger that he did not make the suggestion immediately in the first place.

They are on enemy territory and any step could be a fatal trap.

The air in the cave seemed to be getting heavier and heavier, and every breath seemed to become difficult.

The three people's eyes met under the dim poisonous fog, and they could all feel each other's worry and uneasiness.

In this depressing atmosphere, they began to slowly discuss and explore various possible coping strategies.

Jiang Shuiling's voice echoed in the cave, and her words were full of calmness and reason:

"If we act separately, it will indeed increase the risk. The poisonous fog is so thick, if we lose contact halfway, it may be more difficult to deal with possible crises."

Time passed slowly during this tense discussion, and the three of them observed the surrounding environment from time to time, alert to any possible changes.

The poisonous mist is like a living monster, slowly spreading in the valley. Its concentration seems to be getting bigger and bigger, and you can even feel its cold and wet touch.

Finally, after a heated discussion, the three decided to stay put and wait for the poisonous fog to dissipate.

Although Lin Fan was unwilling to give up, he also knew that this was the safest choice at the moment.

In a deep cave in the Netherworld Valley, the Venerable Ghost Cultivator was sitting on a simple chair. His figure looked particularly gloomy under the dim light.

His subordinate, a ghost cultivator in black robes, was reporting to him in a low voice the movements of Lin Fan and others.

"They seem to be unable to sit still and are preparing to break out!"

There was a hint of sneer in the ghost cultivator's voice, which seemed to be mocking Lin Fan and the others for their powerlessness.

Upon hearing the news, the Venerable Ghost Cultivator laughed loudly, and his laughter echoed throughout the cave, full of arrogance and confidence.

"There is poisonous mist everywhere in the Netherworld Valley. Where can they escape to?! Let's wait a little longer. The more chaotic they are, the better!"

His voice was filled with a sense of control over Lin Fan's fate, as if he had seen their desperate ending.

At this time, Qiu Yue, with a voluptuous figure and charming appearance, walked in.

With a hint of cunning in her eyes, she said coquettishly to the Venerable Ghost Cultivator: "Sir, I think since they have been sitting still, we might as well let them move and absorb more of the poisonous mist in this mountain!"

The Venerable Ghost Cultivator turned his gaze to Qiuyue, a hint of appreciation flashed in his eyes,

"Oh, tell me how to make them move!"

Qiuyue smiled even more seductively, and said in a charming voice: "This is not easy. Arrange a team of crossbowmen to fire crossbows at them. Those of them will either breathe poisonous mist, or they will be shot into hedgehogs! "

There was a cruelty and cunningness in her words.

After hearing Qiuyue's plan, Venerable Ghost Cultivator's eyes flashed with a fierce light.

He exclaimed: "Oh my, this is a wonderful plan!"

As he spoke, he hugged Qiuyue and kissed her, showing a unique evil style.

In the cave, Qiuyue's coquettish voice echoed, "I hate it!"

There was both artificial shyness and a hint of coquettishness for power in her voice.

"Pass my order and arrange for a hundred crossbowmen to shoot arrows at them from a distance. Be careful not to make contact! Just let them move!"

The Venerable Ghost Cultivator ordered loudly.

His words were full of coldness and cruelty, as if he had seen the despair of Lin Fan and others.

The ghost cultivator who was responsible for delivering the order heard the order and ran out to deliver the message.

His movements are quick and alert, and he appears to be very loyal and efficient.

At the same time, Lin Fan was sitting in the valley, playing with the mysterious bone sword in his hand.

His eyes sparkled with curiosity about the power contained in the sword.

Suddenly, there was a sound of arrows piercing the air, breaking the tranquility of the valley.