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Li Minghua's back was soaked with cold sweat, but he didn't dare to show his disgust. He forced a smile and said respectfully, "Yes, may I trouble you to ferry us?"

Meng Po raised her white hand, and the Spiritual Power in the shape of fireflies was held up by her and flowed around her hand. It was very beautiful. She smiled happily and said, "Of course, I'm a ferryman for a living."

Before everyone was surprised, she changed the topic, "But, my boat is small and can only accommodate eleven or twelve people. What should we do?"

Li Minghua's smile froze. Before he could answer again, Immortal Hua Cheng behind him had stepped forward, bowed and said, "Senior Meng, I'm Hua Cheng, a disciple of Thousand Talismans Sect. May I ask how to pay for the ferry?"

"Ferry? Haven't you already paid? "

Meng Po smiled. Although she didn't say it clearly, everyone suddenly thought of the two corpses on the ground and their souls that could never enter the reincarnation. They felt cold all over.

Immortal Hua Cheng was also in cold sweat. He forced himself to calm down and asked, "Then, may I ask where the boat is going?"

"Of course it's going somewhere." Meng Po showed impatience, "If you want to leave, then leave. If you want to stay, then stay. I never force people. If you want to leave, it's very easy. Just drink the soup made by me, then you can board the boat and leave. If you've made up your mind, then come on. My boat doesn't wait for anyone. "

As she said, a bowl of soup appeared in her hand. The soup was as black as ink, bubbling and gurgling. It looked like a poison that could penetrate the intestines.

Hua Cheng, who was originally worried that Li Minghua would take the initiative, was afraid and didn't dare to take it. Instead, Li Minghua said modestly, "This ferry … is paid by the friends of Thousand Talismans Sect. We don't dare to take over the boat. Hua Cheng, please go first."

Speaking of the ferry, Hua Cheng's heart trembled again.

The "ferry" of the teleportation was the souls of two fellow disciples. How could they waste such a price or let others enjoy it? The road ahead was unpredictable, but there was no way out if they stayed. Instead of waiting for death, it was better to give it a try!

Thinking of this, Hua Cheng exchanged a look with his fellow disciples. He resolutely stepped forward and took the black soup in Meng Po's hand with both hands and drank it.

Immediately, he was surprised to find that although Meng Po's soup was extremely disgusting, he was not only intact but also his spiritual power!

Although he still couldn't use the Sumeru ring, this discovery was enough to make his fellow disciples excited. They all stepped forward to drink Meng Po's soup and boarded the boat. one. By the time the twelve cultivators of the Thousand Talismans Sect, Meng Po, and Ferry disappeared into the stone tablet, the sky brightened up again. The scorching sun once again pulled the remaining people back to reality.

"So this is what Meng Po's Yellow Soup Ferryman means! ..............

A formation cultivator of the Million Buddhist Sect was delighted to see this.

......... we..... we. no.

"But that transfer of funds …"

. "Someone murmured, which was like a blow to the head, silencing the speaker. Everyone looked at each other. Those cultivators at the Early-stage of Gold Core were even more frightened. If any of them were to be abandoned, they would undoubtedly be the "ferry"!

"Immortal Minghua, Immortal Lu Xun, what should we do now?"

Even if they were hypocritical or indecisive, even if they had made a choice in their hearts, they dared not make a decision first. If they did so, even if they could leave this secret land alive, they could not escape the punishment of the sect or be known as the one who killed their fellow disciples.

After a moment of silence, Immortal Wen Yu of Bi Luo Sect threw the problem to Gou Liang and Li Minghua.

Li Minghua's face was full of embarrassment, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat. He moved his lips and finally looked at Gou Liang and said, "Brother Lu Xun, what do you think?"

Gou Liang glanced at him and said expressionlessly, "When you entered the secret land, you made a Heart Demon Oath that you were responsible for your own life and death. I have no right to interfere. You can decide whether you want to stay or leave."

Li Minghua's eyes flashed with a trace of surprise, "Brother Lu Xun, do you mean … you want to stay?" He asked, and then hurriedly said, "Brother Lu Xun, do you have any other way to leave here?"

Everyone's burning eyes suddenly stared at Gou Liang. Gou Liang sneered and said, "Brother Minghua, you flatter me. But we sword cultivators only believe in ourselves and not fate. Even if it is a matter of life and death, how can we know there is no other way until the last moment? At least, I won't point my sword at my fellow disciples. "

Li Minghua said shamefully, "Brother Lu Xun is right. Minghua's heart is the same as yours. It's just that right now … if we wait another moment, the fire poison will have the danger of flaring up. I only hate that I've bitterly cultivated the Pill Dao for several decades, but now I'm powerless."

Although he said so, he didn't think so in his heart.

He thought Gou Liang had some good idea, but in the end, it was just letting nature take its course. When the Seven Sword Sect disciples couldn't hold on and died, they would naturally gather enough "transportation resources." This method seemed benevolent and righteous, but in fact, it was very stupid.

This was the Immortal's Cave of a great power who had passed the tribulation. There must be a lot of treasures here. The earlier they were transported out, the more opportunities they could get.

Li Minghua understood this principle, and the others were also well aware. It was just that the several leaders couldn't bring themselves to be the executioner.

Li Minghua looked around and secretly asked, "Ancestor, is there really no other way?"

If there is, these sects will owe me, Li Minghua, a big favor. In the future, it might be of great use.

Ancestor Yun Xiao knew his wishful thinking. He said indifferently, "That boat will ferry twelve people. Two of them must die. It is futile to think more."

His words woke him up. Li Minghua put down this idea and asked again, "Ancestor, should we go first?"

When Ancestor Yun Xiao heard the name of the Endless Devil, he was so excited that Li Minghua sensed his eagerness. But at this time, he said, "No need. Later you …"

He explained to Li Minghua like this. The latter was shocked and happy at the same time. He secretly clenched his fists and repeatedly said yes, but he didn't ask the reason for this arrangement.

Ancestor Yun Xiao was anxious. That Biyao Fairy and the Endless Devil were also very ancient figures to him. Even Ancestor Yun Xiao had only heard a little about their dispute. But this didn't prevent him from knowing that the demonic sect Five Hell Sect, which had fallen in the long river of history, specialized in cultivating the soul. Their sect's most valuable treasure, "Unifying One," was a supreme magic weapon that could stabilize the soul!

His soul was seriously damaged. These years, relying on the soul nourishing and soul condensing treasures that Li Minghua obtained from various secret places, he barely managed to preserve his soul. His cultivation base barely recovered to the Huashen stage. But if he got "Unifying One," he would be able to return to the Upper Divine World in less than a hundred years!

After the Endless Devil fell, his magic weapon "Unifying One" disappeared. It was very likely that it was buried in his mustard cave residence, right under his feet at this time. Ancestor Yun Xiao certainly wouldn't let go of such a heaven-sent opportunity.

Thinking of this, he glanced at Mo Yinchu, who was standing silently behind Gou Liang.

— Ling Tian must also want to get "Unifying One," but unfortunately, with him here, Ling Tian was doomed to fail. Hahahaha.

After an incense stick's worth of silence, someone finally spoke.

It was a Buddhist cultivator of the Myriad Buddhas Sect. He sat cross-legged on the ground. His face was pale, his lips were dry and cracked, but his back was straight. He said weakly, "Amitabha, if I don't go to hell, who will? Senior Brother Wuwei, I'm willing to cross this tribulation for you. "

"Junior Brother Wuhen, you …"

Immortal Wuwei was greatly moved. His eyes were full of tears, and he choked on his words.

Gou Liang noticed that this Buddhist cultivator named Wuhen looked at Wuwei with eyes full of entrustment and pleading. They had obviously reached some kind of agreement, and Wuwei had persuaded his junior brother to be the first righteous crab.

Wuhen smiled faintly, "Senior Brother, don't feel sorry for me. My cultivation is low, and the fire poison has already entered my bones. I think I can't hold on for long. Instead of being like Hua Fei and Hua Lian … it's better to end my own life, and I can save some physical pain. "

Reminded by him, everyone also remembered the death of the two disciples of the Thousand Talismans Sect, and they all had the same feeling.

Yes, if they were going to die, why not suffer some torture …

A trace of confusion appeared in the eyes of several Early-stage Gold Core cultivators. Before they could break away from such a psychological suggestion, Wuhen had already killed himself by hitting the top of his head.

Looking at the disciples of the Myriad Buddhas Sect reciting the Rebirth Sutra sorrowfully, Gou Liang sneered coldly. He was really a Buddhist cultivator who could deliver all living beings from torment. He persuaded people to die without hesitation, and even used hypnosis.

The eighth sun in the sky began to eclipse after Wuhen's death. However, the eclipse stopped when only the last corner of the sun was left — the "ferrying" was not enough. But soon, another disciple of the Myriad Buddhas Sect stood up, simply left his last words, and sacrificed himself to the Buddha without hesitation.

No one noticed that his eyes were lightly covered with a layer of gray.

Meng Po and the ferryman appeared again. After repeating the previous simple question and answer, they left with the disciples of the Myriad Buddhas Sect who drank Meng Po's soup.

Then came the Imperial Beast Sect, Xuanyang Sect, Taiqing Sect, and Wuji Sect. There was also a small accident among the disciples of the Taiqing Sect. The weak disciple who was "chosen" was extremely strong-willed. At the last moment, he got rid of the hypnosis and cried that he didn't want to die. But before his fellow disciples could think of a countermeasure to persuade him to die, he was burned into a black charcoal corpse like the two disciples of the Thousand Talismans Sect.

With his sacrifice, the sacrifice of the Wuji Sect went much more smoothly. After they left, only the Seven Sword Sect, Ling Xiao Arch, and the host, Bi Luo Sect were left in the desert.

This time, the eight major sects each sent fourteen elite disciples to enter the secret realm. As the host, Bi Luo Sect had more than half of the quota, which was twenty-one people. But this benefit was a complete nightmare. They had to abandon nine of their fellow disciples!

This loss was really tragic, and it was even more difficult to choose the candidates.

Li Minghua saw that Zhenren Wen Yu was in a dilemma, so he took the initiative to leave. And he had already done something. The two disciples who sacrificed only knelt down to pay their respects to their master and both committed suicide. They were more straightforward than the disciples of the Myriad Buddhas Sect.

After Li Minghua's figure disappeared into the stone tablet, Mo Yinchu withdrew his gaze.

Of course, he knew about the existence of the "Unification" magic weapon. Just like the old monster beside Li Minghua, he needed it to stabilize his Divine Soul. In fact, although he had reconstructed his body, he had barely recovered to the early Aurous Core stage. This was enough to show that the damage to his Divine Soul was much more serious than that of the old monster.

Originally, he insisted on returning to the Seven Sword Sect because his Life Origin Sword was closely related to the Seven Sword Sect's main peak, the Heaven Ascension Peak. If he could retrieve his Life Origin Sword, his Divine Soul would recover by half. However, he did not expect that the Heaven Ascension Sword that fell to the lower realm with him did not return to the Seven Sword Sect for some reason, causing him to sacrifice his body for nothing.

To him, the "Unification" did not have as miraculous an effect as the Life Origin Sword, but it was better than nothing. Therefore, Mo Yinchu was determined to obtain it.

However, he did not have the thought of competing with Ancestor Yun Xiao. After all, searching for secret treasures — especially the Life Origin Magic Weapon of the master of the secret realm — was about luck. There was no such thing as first come, first served.

After the Ling Xiao Arch left, Daoist Master Wen Yu was still unable to make a decision. He only said to Gou Liang: "True Monarch Lu Xun, since we are the host, we will naturally take the rear. Fellow Daoist Seven Swords, please go ahead."

Gou Liang did not answer immediately. Everyone, including Mo Yinchu, thought that he could not do anything to his fellow sect members. Zi Jing, who was poisoned the most, looked at his fellow sect members and said, "Junior Martial Uncle, I can't take it anymore. Please send me on my way. Ouch!"

Before he could finish speaking, Gou Liang slapped him on the head, causing him to cry out in pain.

"Junior Martial Uncle …"

Zi Jing called out, his panicked expression carrying a trace of grievance.

"This is to wake you up. There have always been sword cultivators who let others die. There have never been anyone who would die themselves. Remember this well."

Gou Liang said snappily.

Zi Jing was greatly moved, but in the end, he still remembered the urgent situation at hand. He said timidly: "But if not … how are we going to cross the boat?"

They couldn't really wait for the two weakest among them to die. This was even more torturous.

Gou Liang ignored him. Instead, he asked Daoist Master Wen Yu with a smile that was not a smile: "This question, naturally I have to ask the host. Daoist Master Wen Yu, am I right? "

Daoist Master Wen Yu's eyes widened slightly. He suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and said in astonishment: "What does True Monarch Lu Xun mean?"

Gou Liang stood with his hands behind his back. He raised his head and looked at the two remaining suns in the sky. He turned his head and said with a faint smile: "I heard that as long as you have the Sect Leader's Token, you can move freely on the River of Forgetfulness. Since this secret realm fell on the River of Forgetfulness, and is also the cave residence of your Bi Luo's founder's old lover, it's not surprising that some tokens were left behind."

Daoist Master Wen Yu was greatly shocked. He wanted to deny it, but the two Bi Luo disciples behind him who knew the truth had already turned pale with fright. Their expressions betrayed the fact that they did indeed have a secret treasure to pass through this formation.

The other Bi Luo disciples saw this and understood. After experiencing extreme fear, they did not know what to do for a moment. A disciple anxiously asked: "Senior Brother Wen Yu, is this true?"

As soon as he said this, he knew that he had asked the wrong question. He immediately shut his mouth, his face full of helplessness.

At this point, facing the calm and confident Gou Liang, Daoist Master Wen Yu knew that he could not deceive the other party. He could only grit his teeth and say: "That's right. Before leaving, the Sect Leader gave us a token to pass through the River of Forgetfulness. We still don't know if it has any effect. However, we Bi Luo disciples only have one token each and can only use it once. Forgive me for not being able to give it to True Monarch. "

His whole body tensed up. After hearing this, the Bi Luo disciples also understood the severity of the situation. They gathered around Daoist Master Wen Yu and looked at the people of Seven Sword Sect with caution.

When the Thousand Talismans Sect used the souls of the two disciples to leave, Daoist Master Wen Yu was sure that the token could help them leave safely. He had once seen the people on the River of Forgetfulness in the sect's secret records — they were the ferryman and Meng Po who had appeared before.

He carefully concealed this matter, knowing that once it was exposed, the death of the Bi Luo disciples would come.

But he did not expect that Gou Liang would still see through him after painstakingly concealing it.

What was more frightening was that they were no match for these sword cultivators. If they did not want to die here, they had no other choice but to obediently hand over the fourteen tokens.

Daoist Master Wen Yu said dejectedly: "No wonder True Monarch Lu Xun was so calm. It turned out that he had already thought of a way to break the formation … I want to ask True Monarch, how did you know that we have tokens?"

Even if he died, he had to know the reason.

Gou Liang smiled faintly: "I don't know. I was just casually asking."

"What?!" Daoist Master Wen Yu could not help but cry out. His eyes were wide open and his face was red as he asked: "True Monarch, you used words to threaten me?!"

— Despicable!

Gou Liang shrugged: "So what if I did?"

"You, you, you …"

The disciples of Bi Luo Sect only felt a mouthful of blood rush up from their hearts. They were almost angered to death. Even the disciples of Seven Sword Sect were stunned. Looking at the smiling Young Martial Uncle Gou Liang, they did not know why their legs trembled. They warned themselves again in their hearts that they could offend anyone but Young Martial Uncle — he was too scary!

Only Mo Yinchu could see that Gou Liang knew it was not a coincidence that he knew about this matter. He must know some inside information.

Thinking of this, he looked at Gou Liang with a more thoughtful gaze: The bone age of this grand-disciple is indeed only thirty years old, but his behavior and bearing are completely different from that of a young man. Also, his eccentric temperament, his cultivation is advancing a thousand miles a day … Could it be that he was possessed by a powerful person?

Thinking of this possibility, Mo Yinchu's heart trembled. He secretly told himself that he must pay more attention to Gou Liang in the future. If it was really as he thought, he would definitely take action to end this disaster.

Gou Liang did not know that his dear husband had made a shocking decision. He looked at Daoist Master Wen Yu and said: "How about it? Do you want to hand it over yourself, or do you want me to take it?"

Daoist Master Wen Yu gritted his teeth, but under Gou Liang's tyrannical power, he endured the humiliation and handed over the fourteen passes.

Gou Liang handed the deputy passes to Mo Yinchu and let him distribute them. He waved his hand to dismiss the disciples of Bi Luo Sect and said: "Since I am a senior, there is no reason for me to let my martial nephews stay behind. You guys go first."

Daoist Master Wen Yu was angry but did not dare to say anything. He could only take a step forward and use the passes to open the mechanism on the stone tablet. A dark gray river appeared. This time, it first spread out from the stone tablet. Then, with lightning speed, it went straight to the two disciples of Bi Luo Sect who had the lowest cultivation.

Daoist Master Wen Yu turned his head. He could not bear to see the scene of his fellow disciples dying. Those two disciples did not expect that the stone tablet would choose the sacrificial offerings on its own. They only cared about guarding against their fellow disciples. At this time, they were already scared silly. They instinctively covered their heads and squatted down with their eyes closed, screaming.

However, the scene of soul stealing and blood splashing on the spot did not happen.

In the continuous screams of the two disciples, everyone looked back doubtfully. They saw Gou Liang with one hand behind his back, calmly standing in front of the two disciples. In his other hand, dozens of best quality spirit stones were suspended in the palm of his hand. As the spirit stones lost their luster little by little, the sparkling and translucent spiritual power wandered into the river. In a flash, the sound of oars being rowed rang out from the stone tablet. Meng Po and the ferryman appeared in front of everyone again.

The two disciples who survived the disaster opened their eyes. When they looked up, they saw Gou Liang turn around and smile at them.

"Why are you still squatting? Are you waiting to pick up the spirit stones?"

That voice was like the sound of nature. No matter how stupid the two disciples were, they knew that Gou Liang helped them survive the disaster. They immediately knelt down and kowtowed, "Thank you for saving our lives, Supreme Luxun! Thank you for saving our lives, Supreme Luxun!! "They seemed to have forgotten that if Gou Liang did not rob them halfway, they would not have to go through this thrilling experience.

Wen Yu and the others also understood at this time that the soul was only the guide to open the transmission array, and the "spiritual power" was the real transfer fee. Gou Liang's spirit stones undoubtedly perfectly solved the problem of only having the guide and not the transfer fee.

In a mixture of surprise and surprise, they abandoned their former enmity and hurriedly thanked, "Thank you for your help, Supreme Luxun! We are very grateful!" Their respectful attitude made the disciples of Seven Sword Sect tongue-tied.

He was indeed worthy of being their Martial Uncle. Doing a job of robbing and robbing could make the other party grateful to him and thank him profusely.

The disciples of Seven Sword Sect easily boarded the wooden boat. Because all of them had tickets to board the boat, Meng Po did not serve them the black and disgusting yellow soup. As they were leaving, Mo Yinchu could not help but ask, "Master, why did you put so many spirit stones outside of the Sumeru Ring?"

Could it be that he already knew about the situation in the Yellow Springs Secret Realm? If that was the case, then the powerful person who possessed his young grand disciple's body could not be underestimated.

Gou Liang did not hear his inner thoughts. He beckoned him over with a beckoning gesture, then pulled his hand around his belt, letting him personally feel the hundreds of spirit stones in the inner layer of his belt. Gou Liang then lifted his foot, hinting him to look at the soles of his shoes that were twice as thick, and said earnestly, "There will always be a time when a storage artifact will be robbed. A crafty rabbit has three burrows. Cough, this is Master's experience. I would not tell ordinary people. "

Mo Yinchu felt that the waist under his palm was surprisingly thin, as if it would break with a pinch. Hearing his playful words, another thought flashed through his mind.

The person who possessed his grand disciple's body was definitely not a sword cultivator!

He withdrew his hand and sincerely thanked him, "This disciple understands."

The dimples on Gou Liang's cheeks deepened. However, before he could continue, a strong suction force sucked him into the transmission array. The hand that was holding Mo Yinchu was also torn apart. Gou Liang fell into the vortex without any resistance and was thrown to a corner of the secret realm in the blink of an eye.

"F * ck!"

After being sent into the secret realm, Gou Liang's magic power was restored. Before he fell to the ground, he hurriedly used magic power to protect his body. However, the dust brought up by the impact still made Gou Liang eat a mouthful of dirt. He spat out pathetically.

[Xiao Si, where is my family's Little Mo 'er?]

[Master, please wait a moment — F * ck!! Master, this is bad. The target has bumped into Li Minghua and the old monster!!]

Gou Liang was shocked. The script was definitely not written like this. Where is my husband's main god aura!