After accepting the mission, Lin Zifeng did not immediately set off to the ghost realm. Instead, he returned to the cave and began to practice in seclusion.

This time, Lin Zifeng mainly improved the Golden Light Spell.

The Golden Light Curse, which had already reached the 100,000th level, began to rapidly increase in level under Lin Zifeng's seclusion practice.

After Lin Zifeng's soul power increased to the early stage of Golden Immortal, the speed of practicing the Golden Light Spell also increased.

During this five-year retreat, Lin Zifeng's golden light spell increased by 50,000 levels, reaching 150,000 levels, and the overall power was greatly improved.

Five years have passed inside the Time Pagoda, but only two months have passed outside.

With the protection of 150,000 layers of golden light spell, Lin Zifeng had more confidence to enter the ghost realm this time.

Just when Lin Zifeng was about to go out, he heard a sound coming from outside.

"Is Junior Brother Lin in the cave?"

Lin Zifeng raised his eyebrows. From the sound of the voice, he knew that this was not someone he knew, and he called him junior brother. He must have been another inner disciple.

However, although it has been half a year since Lin Zifeng came to Tianjian Sect, he has not come into contact with other outer disciples.

Coming out of the cave, Lin Zifeng saw a young man wearing a brown gown standing at the door, with a faint smile on his face, and two people following him.

There were three of them, all monks at the Bronze Immortal level. Although none of them wore sect clothes, Lin Zifeng could still tell from the tokens on their waists that they were inner disciples.

According to the rules of the Tianjian Sect, the evaluation of disciples at all levels within the sect is based first on their swordsmanship talent and swordsmanship level, and secondly on their cultivation.

In terms of cultivation level, the handyman mortal immortal, the outer sect bronze immortal, and the inner sect silver immortal.

These three people are all Bronze Immortals, but they are all disciples of the inner sect, which shows that their attainments in swordsmanship are quite good.

"Three senior brothers, I don't know what's the point of visiting?" Lin Zifeng asked.

Bronze Immortal

The young man said with a smile, "Hello, I am Murong Yiling, and the other two are Zhou Qishan and Han Danxiang."

"We are here because we heard that, junior brother, you have also accepted the task of going to the ghost realm to pick ghost fairy grass, so we want to team up with junior brother and go there together."

Lin Zifeng was a little surprised, and couldn't help but have an extra thought in his heart.

Wang Zhenyue and Li Buyun asked him to form a team, and he could understand it. After all, he was a swordsman genius and his strength was superior to them, so forming a team would be beneficial to them.

But what are the intentions of Murong Yiling and the others?

They are in the Bronze Immortal realm, and their swordsmanship talent must be quite high, so there is no reason for them to form a team with them.

"Now that the human race is in decline, all races want to destroy our human race. We, the human race, urgently need an unparalleled talent like Junior Brother Lin to step forward."

"Although we are only Bronze Immortals, we still want to do our best to go to the ghost realm with Junior Brother Lin to kill evil spirits and help Junior Brother Lin grow up as soon as possible."

Murong Yiling spoke impassionedly, as if he really came to Lin Zifeng to form a team for the rise of the human race.

"The words of the three senior brothers are serious. I am not strong enough. If I form a team with the three senior brothers, I am afraid that I will drag down the three senior brothers." Lin Zifeng said.

Judging from Lin Zifeng's experience, these three people must have some ulterior secrets when they ask him to form a team.

"Junior Brother Lin, this is too foreign. We are all disciples of the human race, and now we are all disciples of the Tianjian Sect. We should help each other. That is what we should do."

"We are helping Junior Brother Lin now, and you will help us when you grow up, Junior Brother Lin. Only in this way can our human race rise and fight against the demon race."

Murong Yiling is really good at speaking. As soon as he opens his mouth, he stands on the side of the human race.

In the position of righteousness.

Lin Zifeng secretly felt funny and nodded in agreement.

"Then I will not refuse the kindness of the three senior brothers." Lin Zifeng said respectfully.

Lin Zifeng was not worried about Murong Yiling playing tricks. If they wanted to play tricks, Lin Zifeng would not mind using the hexagonal blood bell to refine them into unconscious puppets.

Intuition told Lin Zifeng, Murong Yiling and the others had other plans, but Lin Zifeng was not sure.

After all, they are all from the fairy world and have experienced a lot along the way. They have already been able to keep their emotions and anger indistinct, but it is not easy for Lin Zifeng to see their inner thoughts from their expressions.

"Okay, then let's set off now and go to the ghost realm to find the ghost fairy grass." Murong Yiling said with a smile.

Lin Zifeng nodded. He had already finished his retreat and was preparing to go to the ghost realm.

Now, his 150,000-level golden light spell can protect himself even in the ghost realm.

As for Murong Yiling and the others, Lin Zifeng did not take them seriously.

The reason is very simple. The three of them are only Bronze Immortal in cultivation, and the gap between them and Lin Zifeng is not even a tiny bit.

A group of four people set off and took the teleportation array of Tianjian Sect to the ghostland border city Youyan City.

Coming out of the teleportation array in Youyan City, Lin Zifeng saw many sect disciples. In addition to the sect disciples, there were also many loose immortals and groups of mercenaries.

It seems that these people should all want to enter the Ghost Realm through Youyan City.

"Junior Brother Lin, this Nether Flame City is one of the ninety-eight cities close to the Ghost Realm. A large number of monks enter the Ghost Realm through Nether Flame City every day."

"Of course, occasionally ghosts will enter our territory to hunt our human monks to enhance their own strength."

Murong Yiling said seriously, "So we must unite more. Only in this way can we be here."

There is a place for a fairyland filled with thousands of races."

Lin Zifeng nodded slightly. Although he didn't know what Murong Yiling's purpose was, he still recognized what Murong Yiling said.

When we were in the mortal world, whether it was Blue Star or the starry sky in the universe, the biggest problem of the human race was disunity.

If the human race is united, how could the Yuxian Alliance be so arrogant?

After coming out of the teleportation array, Lin Zifeng saw many vendors.

"Two-star Ghost Dao Godhead, sold at a low price. The brothers who want it are here to take a look."

"The wolf fangs of Red Fang Lone Wolf are of high quality and low price. They are the best materials for refining weapons. They were sold at a loss."

"The ghost servant in the early stage of mortal immortality is an absolute good thing. If you miss it, it will be gone."

………

There are various hawking sounds here, and most of the things they sell are things obtained from the ghost domain.

When Murong Yiling heard that there was a ghost servant, he immediately walked up and said, "I was lucky this time. I actually met a ghost servant."

After saying that, Murong Yiling stepped forward quickly and asked, "Fellow Taoist, how can I sell this ghost servant?"

Lin Zifeng was a little surprised. After all, Murong Yiling was a monk in the Bronze Immortal realm, so he still needed a ghost servant at the Mortal Immortal level?

Although he was confused in his heart, Lin Zifeng did not ask any more questions. After all, the servants of immortals and ghosts also had fighting power, right?

"Eight hundred low-grade immortal stones." The boss thought for a moment and quoted a price.

Hearing this, Murong Yiling frowned, shook his head and said, "It's a little higher, seven hundred and two, how about it."

The boss shook his head almost without thinking, "Eight hundred, no price."

Murong Yiling gritted his teeth and looked like he was ready to buy it.

But at this moment, an elegant voice sounded in front of him.
Chapter completed!