Leader Zhang has returned.

His mission was to bring these people to Longyuepo. As for the inside, he would never dare to enter. It was the tomb of the gods. Anyone who dared to offend would be punished.

Qin Lin looked ahead with his hands behind his back, with a slightly solemn expression.

In the eyes of Hera and others, there is just a spectacular and magnificent scenic mountain in front of him, but in Qin Lin's eyes, this is an extremely magnificent and meticulous formation, or a "domain" has been formed!

Domain is also a manifestation of Taoist patterns, but it is not something that ordinary monks can use.

When the monk's realm and understanding of Taoist patterns reach a certain level, the Taoist patterns can be engraved on the mountains, rivers and earth veins to form various heavenly formations. With the help of mountains and rivers, strange power is gathered, and the world can form a certain field, with unimaginable changes and power.

Not to mention anything else, just understanding the domain, this Longyuepo made Qin Lingao take a look.

The former great man carved endless Taoist patterns here, cutting off the road ahead. If he did not master the corresponding means, it would be difficult for even a strong man in the realm of the God Confucian realm to break in.

In fact, Hera is ready to retreat. After all, the masters ahead are not ordinary people. They may be afraid of the power of the Hera family in the outside world, but in such a place, they will be killed. As long as they are done cleaner, who can find out?

But looking at Qin Lin's indifferent attitude, he was immediately dissatisfied.

At this moment, everyone suddenly saw two figures jumping out from the top of the dense forest not far from the right.

This is an old and a young man. The old man tied his silver hair into a Taoist bun and wore a Taoist robe. He looked very ancient, with a slanting moon embroidered on it.

The young one should be thirty-five or six, but because of the reason for his cultivation, he looks very young, with extraordinary appearance, and a white dress that is spotless, giving him a feeling of being detached from the world.

Herra's eyes suddenly lit up and she became excited.

"Grandpa Song, and Brother Hao!"

"Senior Song! Young Master Jin!" Uncle Tong also bowed and showed great respect.

"Well? It's Ziyun's daughter." The old man was slightly stunned, ignored Uncle Tong, but looked at Hera and frowned: "Why are you here? Something big happened to Longyuepo recently, please leave quickly!"

"No, Grandpa Song, I've walked so far. Just take me in and take a look." Hera trotted over, pulling the corner of the white-haired old man's clothes while acting coquettishly, and blinking hard at the young man in white beside him.

"Master, with you here, who can't open his eyes dare to bully Sister Hera? You are the number one master of Malay, Song Tianxu." The young man named Jin Hao followed and persuaded him, and at the same time, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes when he looked at Hera.

They have a close relationship with Hera's mother and often walk around, but the last time they saw Hera was only fifteen or sixteen years old. Unexpectedly, a few years later, they were so beautiful, not inferior to his mother.

"Forget it." Song Tianxu touched Hera's head pamperedly, feeling helpless. "But after you go in, don't talk nonsense, and don't leave me ten feet away. Now there are almost all the strong men from the entire East Asia region, and even some Western international giants have been alarmed. If they are offended, Grandpa Song can't save you." "I know, Grandpa Song." Hera nodded obediently and glanced at Qin Lin proudly, but saw that Qin Lin didn't even look at her, and couldn't help but be secretly angry.

Qin Lin's attention at this time was all on Longyuepo, so he had no time to care about Hera.

Above the water of Longyuepo Pond, there is a blurred light curtain like an entrance, with wisps of divine light everywhere. There are masters from all walks of life, and there are all kinds of people. Qin Lin even saw an old acquaintance.

"Everyone, Longyuepo is a dangerous place recorded in ancient books. I don't know how many strong people have entered but never returned from ancient times. Are you sure you want to enter?" The one who spoke was the snake man.

At this moment, the snake man stood at the top of the giant snake, carrying his hands on his back, and a glimmer suddenly appeared in his eyes. He looked down at everyone with a strange smile on his face.

At the same time, the aura on his body was like a vast river and sea. Even though it was far away, Uncle Tong and others could feel the urgency and make people frightened.

Many people didn't speak for a while. On the one hand, they had indeed heard of these legends, and on the other hand, they were also afraid of the snake man.

"Hehe, Snake Man, don't pretend. Why is Longyuepo a dangerous place? It's because this is the place where gods fall, and there are great opportunities inside. Otherwise, why are you gathering here?" A hoarse voice came from a bronze coffin, sneering like a night owl.

It was Basong, who was frightened by Qin Lin at the foot of Mount Lu, that his strength had improved and his blood was as bright as abyss.

As soon as he said this, everyone's faces changed.

"Yes, I did hear that this is the place where gods fall and are about to open. But this news should be in the hands of a very small number of people and will not be easily spread. I am a little curious about why someone will reveal it. Moreover, there are old monsters in this place where gods hide, so what can I do if I wait!" The snake man said sinisterly.

Even though he said that, the greed in his eyes could not be concealed.

The world of practice is cruel. How could such a great opportunity be without danger? But if it is really a place where the divine hiding is found, as long as he gets a little magic weapon, pills or inheritance, he may not be able to surpass those old monsters.

"I think this is probably a game!" Someone spoke again.

This man was leaning on a crutch, and he was old. He was as thin as a skeleton, but no one dared to underestimate him. Even when the snake man looked at him, he showed fear and awe.

This is also the first master of the surrender, named Skeleton Old Man. There have been rumors that he has been a great monk in the Daohai Realm. Now, more than a hundred years have passed. Who knows what level the other party has reached, but there is no doubt that he is an extremely terrifying existence.

"Make a plan?" Everyone was surprised.

"Who dares to play against us!" said a white bald man with a giant axe of more than one person on his back.

This is a Russian master and a strong man at the peak of martial arts. He once slaughtered an international major force alone. Even the army was extremely afraid of him and did not dare to do anything to him.

He couldn't believe that someone dared to play them and treat them as pawns. Are he tired of living?

Everyone shook their heads.

You know, the lowest-powered one of them is also a master, and there are even many martial saints and Daohai cultivators. If they are discovered by them, they will definitely be destroyed. Even the president and monarch of that country will not escape...
Chapter completed!