The old man looked at his disciple who bowed his head and remained silent, and couldn't help but ask: "Don't risk your life with others now. Your vitality is not enough for you."

When Li Xiuyuan heard this, he finally remembered that in the eyes of the Xuanwu Continental monks, he was no different than a useless person.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but laugh and said: "This disciple is afraid of death, so he has prepared many means to save his life these days. As long as they don't mess with me..."

After speaking, he quietly took out a piece of talisman and handed it to the old man in front of him.

The old man reached out and took it, silently feeling the murderous aura contained in this thin piece of talisman paper. He couldn't help but shake his head and said: "They all thought you were a mortal without spiritual veins..."

"That's fine. This disciple also wants to quietly go to the ruins under the volcano to find his own opportunity. I don't think Ouyang Xuan can enter the forbidden area."

In his opinion, as long as he doesn't meet that guy, he can deal with other people.

In his opinion, as long as he does not undergo his fourth Nirvana in the ruins, all other problems he encounters can be solved.

If he could find a rejuvenating elixir and could bring back a ten-thousand-year elixir to his master, then he would not have any regrets even if he was brought back to the Shura Realm by an old Taoist priest early.

"On the contrary, Wang Qiang and Ping An." Li Xiuyuan sighed: "I hope they can grow up through cultivation on Tianhuang Mountain. After all, Tianyun Mountain cannot always be so peaceful."
Chapter completed!