I traveled through time and space, and I exchanged my life for krypton

"Don't dilly-dally over there, dig as hard as you can before the secret realm closes."

"Yes, Senior Brother."

The man in the blue and white Taoist robe nodded and returned to the center of the mine:

"Senior Brother Lu, the disciples are already doing their best to mine."

The latter was dressed in white, holding a paper fan in his hand and a sword on his waist. He looked more like a ranger in the rivers and lakes than a Taoist who cultivated immortals.

His cultivation was at the peak of the ninth level of Qi Refining, which gave people a great sense of pressure.

"Well done, and at the same time, let the junior brothers be careful when mining, so as not to let the mine collapse and be buried in it."

"Yes, Senior Brother. But if the spirit stone mine is over-excavated like this, will this 'Qingchuan Secret Realm' really be useless in the future?"

The inner disciple who asked the question was at the ninth level of Qi Refining, and was also considering the matter of building a foundation.

He was very concerned about the spiritual medicines in the secret realm, and originally planned to find various spiritual medicines needed to refine the foundation pill during this trip to the secret realm. Unexpectedly, he was given a secret mission by the sect, and he followed this true disciple to mine the spiritual stone vein.

If this secret realm is really abandoned, where can I find my foundation-building pill in the future.

Lu Yibin nodded: "Indeed, the 'Qingchuan Secret Realm' will be completely abandoned in the future."

The latter showed obvious regret on his face.

"But you don't have to worry, the sect has already prepared a response plan. There will be no shortage of foundation-building pills by then, and I'm afraid there will be more than now.

As long as you complete the tasks assigned by the sect well, the contribution points you earn will be enough for you to exchange for one for foundation building."

Although the disciple in front of him was a little suspicious, he still showed joy:

"Junior brother understands."

Lu Yibin opened the folding fan in his hand:

"You continue to supervise, there are other cultivators coming outside, I will go to deal with them."

After speaking, he walked straight out of the mine, leaving a trail of afterimages on the spot, but did not make any sound, floating like a ghost.

The disciple who was left alone wiped a cold sweat. Facing this true disciple, the pressure was too great.

I don’t know how the hall masters suppressed his foundation-building cultivation to the peak of Qi Refining. It’s really strange.

But it’s good. With Brother Lu’s escort, this trip to the secret realm will be much safer.

Then he stepped into the mine cave where the spirit stones were being mined again and shouted loudly:

"Be careful, don’t bury yourself. It’s okay to hurt yourself, but don’t hurt your fellow disciples."

Lu Yibin walked out of the mine cave and saw five escape lights rushing in this direction.

The three escape lights in the back were Wei Zhong’s "acquaintances", the three casual cultivators who followed the disciples of Qingmu Sect.

The two in front were inner disciples of Qingmu Sect, one of whom was the leader of the group of Qi Refining disciples that Wei Zhong met when he first entered the secret realm, but I don’t know why there is only one person here now.

The other person was also wearing a blue and white Taoist robe, and he faintly exuded the power of the ninth level of Qi Refining.

The two of them were pale, and their torn robes were stained with blood.

Seeing the figure of Lu Yibin, the true disciple, their faces showed joy.

"Brother, save me!"

Before they arrived, the two of them had already shouted.

Lu Yibin waved the paper fan in his right hand, and eight sword lights shot out, drawing eight arcs and flying towards the three casual cultivators.

Seeing this sword light, the casual cultivators did not slow down at all. The old man surnamed Wu offered a black shield. Under the injection of magic power, the shield continued to grow, and finally turned into the size of a house to intercept all eight sword lights.

Lu Yibin snorted coldly: "Mantis arm to stop a chariot!"

In an instant, three of the eight sword lights penetrated the spiritual shield defense and continued to attack him, while the other five were intercepted and pierced into the shield.

A trace of panic flashed in the old man's eyes, and it was too late to offer other defensive magic weapons again.

Fortunately, his teammates were strong. Seeing that his fellow's black shield defense was broken, he was stunned for a moment, but he quickly used his own means, crushed a piece of talisman paper, and a golden bell shadow suddenly appeared, covering the three people.

The sword light hit it, causing a strong explosion of spiritual energy, and cracks appeared on the surface of the golden bell, but fortunately it was finally defended.

The eight small swords were recalled by Lu Yibin and suspended at his side.

The two inner disciples also fell and hid behind Lu Yibin.

"Brother, we found a 'Thousand Knots Flower Bush'. When we wanted to pick it, we were ambushed by these three people. Five fellow disciples died in this attack. Brother, you must avenge your fellow disciples."

As soon as they got out of danger, the two inner disciples said in pain.

Lu Yibin frowned and asked calmly:

"Where are the 'Thousand Knot Flowers'?"

"Half of them are here, and the other half are in the hands of those three people."

The disciple of the ninth level of Qi Refining quickly took out a vine from the storage bag, and saw that there were more than a dozen 'Thousand Knot Flowers' on it.

There were five flowers that were more than two hundred years old, and even one flower that was more than three hundred years old, which could be used to refine higher-level elixirs.

Seeing this, Lu Yibin, who was as cold as apathy, also showed some joy and praised:

"Well done."

Looking back at the three casual cultivators:

"Killing my Qingmu Sect disciples, you deserve to die!"

The old man surnamed Wu was holding his first-level superior spiritual shield in his hand, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed through his mind.

He couldn't help but screamed in horror:

"White clothes and paper fans, waving sleeves and eight swords, you are the second true disciple of Qingmu Sect, Lu Yibin?

Impossible, how can you enter this secret realm after building your foundation."

But when he saw Lu Yibin's vague and special aura at the peak of the ninth level of Qi refining, he immediately understood something.

His face was ashen.

He turned around and fled, not even caring about his two teammates.

When the latter two heard what he said, their faces were horrified.

Their strength is inferior to that of ordinary disciples of the same level in the sect, and snatching the elixir requires a sneak attack.

How could he be this true opponent after suppressing his cultivation?

They each used their own methods and fled for their lives.

"Hmph! It's not that easy to escape."

Lu Yibin's figure flashed and he disappeared from where he was.

"Escape, escape, you must escape. The Qingmu Sect sent the true disciples who suppressed their cultivation here, and they must have a huge conspiracy.

If he bumps into this person, he will not let him go. As long as you escape from here, find a location where no one can find it, wait for the secret realm to close, and then leave.

When the time comes, as long as he slightly embellishes the secret he knows and tells it, he will be able to coerce other casual cultivators and prevent the Qingmu Sect from attacking him. "

The old man surnamed Wu was thinking in his mind. At the same time, I also began to secretly regret why I wanted to covet the half of the 'Thousand Knot Flowers', otherwise this kind of thing would never happen.

After thinking for only a few moments, he heard several screams coming from nearby. The old man understood that his colleagues had been poisoned.

The true disciple Lu Yibin was rushing towards him.

"Running pretty fast!"

A ghost-like low voice rang in his ears. The old man turned his head and saw Lu Yibin's white face.

The two were running at almost the same speed.

The old man was almost frightened out of his wits.

"when······"

Before he could finish speaking, a small sword had already penetrated his abdomen from behind.