MTL - As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills-Chapter 185 goodbye old friend

  Chapter 185 Goodbye old friend

  Lingcan Mountain, this faction is famous for its spirit silkworm skills. It is rumored that thousands of years ago, a monk dug it out from the black stone ruins. Since then, Lingcan Mountain has been established, and it has become stronger step by step, becoming one of the six blessed places.

   Legend has it that the spirit silkworm kung fu is mysterious and unpredictable, which can make the cultivator constantly transform between life and death, and each transformation is like rebirth, gaining stronger talents and strengths.

   There are even more rumors that after cultivating the silkworm kung fu to the highest level, one can finally transform at the end of one's lifespan and live out a second life...

  Jiang Ming recalled the legend of the Silkworm Art, and felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity in his heart, but now it was not the time to think too much, so he didn't delve into it.

   "Take a strong man and go exploring?" He looked at the two people who came down from the boat in the magic weapon building, and he was also a little speechless.

   What a chicken thief, I am ashamed to arrest people openly in the city, but come to the wilderness to find cannon fodder, right?

Don't even think about it, what are the aborigines arrested here for? They must be used as tool people to explore the most dangerous places. They are pure cannon fodder. Maybe at the end of this trip, none of them will be able to leave alive come out.

And the two people who came down from the building boat were both monks in the middle stage of Qi training. Their movements were sharp and quick, their eyes were ruthless, as if they were hunting, and soon they used their weapons and ropes to tie up many aborigines who scavenged here. One of them even It was Jiang Ming who was discovered, and a black rope was bound towards him.

   "You are looking for death, it is no fault of me..."

  Jiang Ming looked at the rope, muttering in his heart, but without any resistance, he was **** naturally, and together with a group of other panic-stricken aborigines, was **** and carried to the magic weapon building boat.

  Anyway, he was going to find a gap to enter. Now that there is a ride, it is of course not worth it... As for after entering...

  Hey, your boat is very beautiful, but you must cherish it, don’t ruin it during the expedition, then I will feel bad...

   Bang bang bang!

  A group of people were thrown on the stern splint of the building ship, and the ropes dissipated automatically. They stood up blankly and looked around.

   "Don't try to escape, or you will die miserably, be obedient, maybe there is still a way out..." The two young monks coldly confessed, then turned and left, leaving behind a group of terrified aborigines.

  The building boat starts at the same time, continues to shuttle through the clouds and mist, and flies towards the depths of the mountains and forests...

  Jiang Ming mixed in the crowd, observing the scene on the upper boat.

On the aft deck, in front of the group of them, there were already many people standing, among them were many warriors, but there were also many low-level qi cultivators mixed in, each with mixed and different auras, obviously they were all casual cultivators .

  Apart from the attics in the center, those standing on the deck in front are all people with powerful auras. The lowest ones seem to be monks in the late stage of Qi training, and even have the aura of foundation building...

   "Brothers, don't be nervous!" A burly man walked up to them with some people, and said with a smile, "Are you also the aborigines of Xuanguang City?"

  Jiang Ming, along with a group of dazed scavengers, quickly nodded in agreement, and asked the burly man what was going on?

"My name is Wei Shouguang. You can call me Laowei. There may be old people in Xuanguang City who know me, and I am also an aborigine!" The burly man introduced himself, and then explained: "I am in the same situation as you. It was also 'invited' to this ship by the immortal masters of Lingcan Mountain."

  He sighed: "I'm not hiding it from everyone. According to my guess, these immortal masters probably use us as cannon fodder to explore, and the death rate will be very high."

  As soon as Wei Shouguang said this, the aborigines suddenly changed their colors.

Guard Guanglang said with a smile: "Everyone, don't panic. If you dare to pick up waste in this mountain forest, I believe that you are also a little courageous, not those who are greedy for life and afraid of death. For us, this situation is naturally a narrow escape, but No matter how much you give up on yourself, it is useless, it is better to change your mentality and unite together, if you can survive this round, it may not be a big opportunity..."

"Everyone, please remember that this is a relic from ten thousand years ago, not the back garden of any sect. No matter how powerful the expedition team is or how powerful the immortal master is, it is impossible to be foolproof... Everyone, don't get confused first. "Finally, Wei Shouguang said meaningfully.

  These new aborigines were taken aback for a moment, then their eyes flickered, and they gradually calmed down.

  Indeed, those who dared to pick up waste in the ruins of the ruins did so at risk. It wasn’t the flowers in the greenhouse. Wei Shouguang’s simple words woke them up…

   Complaining is useless, why not think about how to survive as much as possible in this situation...

  Jiang Ming looked at the guard Guang, and nodded secretly. This guy has something... It is one thing to understand the truth, but not many people can do this in such a near-death situation.

   "Brother Wei said it well, you heroes, don't panic, maybe after we go in, we will die earlier than you."

  A monk in the mid-stage of Qi training laughed and said: "We are all grasshoppers in the same boat, and no one will be luckier than the other."

  His words immediately caused a burst of laughter, and the atmosphere on the deck eased up a bit, and everyone began to chat in a mess.

Jiang Ming also understood that these monks were different from the captive aborigines. They voluntarily joined the expedition team of Lingcan Mountain. Lingcan Mountain may also have the intention of soliciting cannon fodder, but these monks also want to use the powerful spirit Silkworm Mountain, looking for treasure in the ruins...

   It can only be said that they know each other well, and it depends on who can win the game.

And Jiang Ming also learned that on this building boat, there are only less than 30 real members of Lingcan Mountain, and only a handful of core disciples... The remaining two to three hundred monks or warriors were all recruited by them Or raided "collaborators".

"Before the official opening of the ruins, this gap has been explored several times... I heard that it is extremely dangerous. All the big caves have suffered heavy losses. There was even a situation where the entire army was wiped out. There are two core disciples at the top genius level Fold it in!"

  A well-informed monk whispered: "After the ruins are opened this time, there may be inexplicable changes again. Even those high-ranking adults on the front deck may not be guaranteed to return safely..."

  Jiang Ming was slightly startled. It seems that the danger of the Black Stone Ruins is far beyond imagination, but what he cares more about is that even though it is so dangerous, this Lingcan Mountain still sends an expedition team to enter. It seems that the benefits are far beyond imagination...

   "Dear friends, if you enter, who can find the dragon grass... I am willing to use five thousand spirit stones to buy one!"

  There are monks whispering, discussing the treasures that may appear in some ruins.

   "Dragon Grass? Do you even have this kind of thing?" Jiang Ming was also amazed. It is a miracle medicine that can stabilize the foundation. It is rumored that after taking it, there is a chance that a real dragon rune will be engraved in the body, which will be of great use in future practice.

"Tch, if there is such a thing, if you bring ten thousand spirit stones, you may not be able to buy it, and whoever can pick it up, if you fill in ten or twenty human lives, there may not be any results..." A monk said mercilessly. He choked back, finally shaking his head and sighing.

  The atmosphere has cooled down a bit. Everyone knows that there may be a lot of treasures in the ruins. They chose a gap that can accommodate foundation-level monks to enter, and the treasure level may be even better.

But greater opportunities also mean more terrifying dangers. Many treasures are restrained by terrifying formations, or guarded by powerful relic beasts. A super ferocious beast that was born with intelligence was pitted...

Jiang Ming listened quietly to the side, nodding slightly. It may be his first serious expedition. It seems that the death rate of this kind of activity is indeed high. If you want to get better things, you must Take bigger risks.

   "Lingyan Stone, Ziminglihuo, Yunjian Tea..."

  Jiang Ming heard the names of many legendary treasures, all of which are priceless and extremely rare in the world of cultivating immortals, but they seem to be recognized by major forces and may appear in the ruins.

   Some treasures have been found before the ruins are opened, but they cannot be touched through various formations or restrictions. Now that the ruins have completely recovered, there may be a chance to get them...

  The spiritual energy gradually became stronger. On the way, Jiang Ming saw another building boat, belonging to Qingyuan Sword Valley, which is also one of the blessed places. Both sides went hand in hand and rushed towards the gap in the ruins.

   After only two hours, they arrived at their destination.

  A dense forest at the mouth of the canyon has long been swept away by spells. Two large boats landed, and hundreds of figures appeared on the ground, a bit messy.

However, there are only a few dozens of people in Qingyuan Sword Valley. Except for some monks in Qingyuan Sword Valley, it seems that there are only a few casual cultivators, and the breaths of both sides are similar, and the lowest is around the late stage of Qi training. Talking and laughing like friends...

   They looked at the mighty army of hundreds of cannon fodder in Lingcan Mountain, and they also had weird smiles on their faces.

   "Compared to our mob, it's much more pleasing to the eye..." Jiang Ming muttered.

  But then his eyes almost popped out, because he saw an unexpected acquaintance among the people from Qingyuan Sword Valley.

It seemed to be a casual cultivator, but his status didn't seem to be low. Several geniuses from Qingyuan Sword Valley chatted and laughed with him, but that casual cultivator didn't seem to like talking, so he just responded with a few words and stood alone in the corner of the crowd. Take it easy.

   "I stepped on a horse...Wuhen?"

  Jiang Ming looked at the seemingly inconspicuous figure in astonishment, hidden among the many figures in Qingyuan Sword Valley, as if it was perfectly integrated with the environment, and he would ignore it subconsciously at first sight.

  But for Jiang Ming, that seemingly ordinary face was all too familiar.

  Back then in the mortal world, he created the nameless power, and all his old friends passed away. In the end, Wuhen was the only one who accompanied him, an old guy... Later, he entered the world of cultivating immortals one step ahead of him.

   "This guy... Didn't he join the Yunxi Sect? How did he become involved in the team of Qingyuan Sword Valley..."

  Jiang Ming muttered in his heart, you seem to be a pretty good kid...

   "Furthermore, this cultivation base...has successfully established the foundation, and even the breath seems to be extremely mellow. It is obvious that I have stayed in this realm for a long time, and it seems that the cultivation base is still suppressed...Where does this make my old face go?"

  Jiang Ming blushed a little. He had just built the foundation with great effort. Who would have thought that this old subordinate was only one step away from forming a pill.

   "And he suppressed his cultivation, could it be because of this trip to the ruins, otherwise he has already touched the threshold of alchemy..."

  Jiang Ming sighed, the more he thought about it, the more embarrassing he became.

   "Forget it, there is no need, let's not recognize each other..."

   What a disgrace!

   "Silence!"

  At the entrance of the canyon, the monk who established the foundation of Lingcan Mountain turned his head and shouted, his voice was like Huang Zhong Dalu, and many people immediately shrank their heads and dared not speak again.

  Jiang Ming turned his head and looked towards the canyon. At the entrance of the canyon, there was a dense curtain of light, which was flowing with colorful light. It should be the so-called gap in the ruins.

"There is no problem with the gap, and it can still accommodate foundation-level monks. Fellow Daoist Zhou, why don't our two teams explore together, and if we encounter any danger, we can advance and retreat together..." At the forefront, the leader of Lingcan Mountain asked Qingyuan Jiangu The monks initiated the invitation.

"No need, life and death are fate... Our style seems to be different from yours." A young monk in a green robe smiled, leading the people from Qingyuan Sword Valley, and walked forward without looking back. It quickly disappeared into the dense light curtain.

   "Fake high farts, let's see how unlucky you are..." The cultivator of Lingcan Mountain had gloomy eyes, gave an order, and walked towards the gap with hundreds of mighty troops.

  Wow~

  Jiang Ming mixed in the crowd, walked into the light curtain, and the scene in front of him suddenly changed.

   There is no ruined wall as imagined, but a primeval mountain forest with towering ancient trees. Thick ancient vines are wrapped around the trees, thicker than Jiang Ming's thighs. Unknown wild fruits bear on the trees, and the red ones are as big as watermelons...

  Hoo~

  A black shadow flitted across the sky like lightning, and with a gust of wind, it disappeared into the distant sky.

   "That's... the black magic bird? Isn't it extinct..." A casual cultivator said in fear: "This thing can eat people..."

   "Obviously there is something more delicious than people here, or it would have washed down long ago!" Someone next to me joked.

   "Roar~"

   From an unknown distance, there was a faint roar of a beast, shaking the mountains and forests as if they were shaking, and the ancient and vast atmosphere seemed to pass through the mountains and forests, making everyone's hearts tremble.

   "I heard, I heard that the previous few times, there wasn't such a scary atmosphere..." Someone tremblingly said.

"The ruins have been completely revived. The areas that were once sealed may now be opened, and all kinds of unimaginable beasts and dangers may have appeared. Please pray for yourselves..." A monk said with a sinister smile, Deliberately create a scary atmosphere.

   "Go forward!" Behind, a monk from Lingcan Mountain shouted coldly, supervising the group of cannon fodder.

  A messy expedition team started to set off to explore the depths of the ruins...

   "However, the major forces have been here many times. As long as they avoid the entrenched areas of those fierce beasts, this area is still a peripheral area, and generally there is no danger." A monk explained to everyone.

  But as soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Ming's eyes moved, feeling something was wrong.

  His super sense is different from ordinary people, and his spiritual sense is keen. Even if he doesn't feel any fluctuations, he almost never misses the premonition of imminent danger...

  (end of this chapter)