"As for King Long Bo, he must have been protected by a foreign race. His specific whereabouts are not known yet."

"Here, the transmission talismans are useless."

"But we can communicate with each other by chanting the name from a distance."

"Although this method has some delays, it is quite convenient."

"Shiwei" immediately kept these in mind. For any being who can cultivate to the Mahayana stage, in addition to his own strength, the most important thing is his careful and thoughtful mind!

Especially Pei Ling, an immortal guide who has dominated an era, is still a rare eighty-one calamity Mahayana!

The information that the opponent now has is crucial to this chess game!

At this time, Pei Ling continued: "Unfortunately, I now have the means to know the location of the latest entrant, but I cannot identify his specific identity."

"Otherwise, I can communicate with them directly through the air and tell new entrants all the dangerous situations they need to pay attention to."

"This will definitely allow new entrants to get through the initial difficulties more safely!"

"Shiwei" nodded and said immediately: "Although I don't know who will join the game next, it must be one of the four major demon sects!"

"Before I came in, the nine sects made an agreement."

"This time, my righteous way will enter the game, and next time, my evil way will enter the game."

"Next time, it's the right path again."

"Although the scope is still very large, if there is enough time, we can try one title after another."

"In this way, we can quickly determine who is the latest entrant!"

After hearing this, Pei Ling immediately felt that this method was very good!

The latest player to enter the game is just a chess piece, so naturally there is no need for so much trouble.

But once there are several people entering the game at the same time, and they are all very far away from him, then this method can be used.

Just as they were thinking about it, they had arrived near the chess piece.

Pei Ling carefully sensed it again, and soon realized that the chess pieces were now deep underground, and they were still changing positions rapidly.

With this thought in his mind, Pei Ling instantly fell to the ground.

The "taste of the world" immediately followed.

He can't be too far away from Pei Ling now. Pei Ling's law can help him withstand the ten-day real fire. Once he distances himself from Pei Ling, he will be immediately burned by the real fire!

At this time, Pei Ling said briefly: "Go underground."

"Shiwei" nodded: "Okay!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the two of them escaped underground at the same time.

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Deep underground.

In the dry or humid land, corridors crisscross each other, and ancient seal characters are visible and exuding the atmosphere of vicissitudes of life.

At this moment, the alien fairy who was tall and thin, but seemed to collapse into water at any time, was walking quickly with his sleeves fluttering.

The emerald green leaves on his clothes exude a fiery and ethereal aura that spreads around.

In the corridor, many monsters and alien creatures appear from time to time.

These creatures sensed the breath of green leaves from afar, and immediately fell to the ground and huddled on the side of the corridor. They waited for it to pass for a long time before they dared to stand up and raise their heads, and then quickly left.

The Immortal of the Alien Race looked calm and paid no attention to these alien races and monsters. He strode directly past their kowtowing figures.

This underground world is extremely huge!

Since ancient times, it has been the place where those weak and cowardly ethnic groups have escaped from the true fire of the sun.

However, for a being like Him, it is a despicable place where filth and evil gather together.

If it hadn't been for the imminent Ten Thousand Immortals Meeting, the banquet to entertain the immortals of all races, and the lack of a large number of tributes worthy of being on the table, He would never have come to such a realm in person.

Just as he was thinking about it, two more dark figures appeared in front of the corridor.

The Immortal of the Alien Race immediately felt an extremely strong sleepiness, coming over like a rising tide, and in the blink of an eye, he was completely submerged!

His eyelids immediately closed uncontrollably.

The next moment, he staggered and almost fell down!

He forced himself to open his eyes, and his voice was full of anger: "Who!"

"Hand over everyone!"

A low voice suddenly reached his ears.

The alien fairy said without thinking: "Human race? Looking for death!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his sleeves.

The more than 100,000 cocoons of spider silk that had just been collected from the giant spider immediately flew out of its sleeves like a torrential flood.

Not far away, there was a strong suction force that immediately picked up all the cocoons.

The alien Xian Dun felt that something was wrong, but under the influence of the law, his thinking was extremely slow. Every thought he made seemed to be filled with lead. It was extremely difficult, but he was unable to make any reaction.

At this time, the low voice sounded again: "How many demons and immortals are there in total?"

The alien immortal snorted coldly, thinking in his heart that he would never say anything, but he immediately replied in a very cooperative manner: "If all the immortals are counted, the number is as many as the sands of the Ganges River. I don't know."

"But if we only count the true immortals... just in the world where I am, there are hundreds of them."

"As for how many other heavens have come, I haven't gotten the list yet, so I don't know much about it."

As soon as he said these words, the aura around him immediately increased, as if he was directly preparing to use desperate measures.

But then, the Immortal of the Alien Race felt that his mind was in a trance, but he had forgotten something. The aura that had just begun to rise immediately calmed down, and his thinking became extremely slow and heavy again.

Even the incident where the cocoon was taken away and the information about the upper world was leaked was completely forgotten.

The low voice continued to ask: "What kind of immortals are these immortals who are not true immortals?"

The alien immortal's thinking had become muddled at this moment, and he wanted to refuse, but soon, just like before, he quickly said: "The residual immortal and the loose immortal."

"The residual immortal only has a 'chaotic state', not a 'stainless state'."

"Its strength varies in strength."

"Usually there is only instinct and no reason."

"As for the loose immortals, they have a 'chaos state' and a 'stainless state', but without the 'origin', their strength is very weak. But if you have the immortal job, you can also hope to enter a higher realm."

"Both of these two kinds of immortals are essentially not real 'immortals'!"

The voice did not hesitate, and then asked: "Why are there so many immortals in the lower world?"

At the moment, the eyes of the alien fairy have been completely closed, and the figure that was shaking slightly from time to time is already shaking like chaff, as if it will collapse directly in the next moment, but when he heard this, he did not even hesitate and replied directly:

"Something big like that happened..."

Just in the middle of speaking, the alien fairy suddenly woke up. He looked around in confusion, but he couldn't remember anything that happened.

He vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't think of the reason why it was wrong, and he couldn't help but be very confused.

After a brief hesitation, He continued to move forward.

Not far away, there was a sudden slight vibration in the corridor, and all the gravel and stones began to beat in unison.

As the entire land trembled, a burly figure strode over.

The entire body of this figure is made of rock, and its eyes are like obsidian, which is deep and dark, reflecting the cold light. Its whole body is covered with moss of different shades, and there are vines hanging down from the top of its head like hair.

The meaning of perfection lingers.

He sensed the fiery ethereal aura on the clothes of the alien fairy, but did not pay any attention to it. He still maintained the original pace and continued walking.

But when the alien fairy saw him, he immediately bowed and saluted: "See the Rock Fairy!"

The stone man Yanxian nodded, and then asked: "Why did you stop moving forward just now?"

The alien fairy looked puzzled and said, "The Rock Fairy is joking, I haven't stopped yet."

When Yanxian heard the words, his spiritual thoughts immediately spread out like the surging sea water. In the blink of an eye, he inspected the entire land like a plow and swept holes, but he didn't notice anything strange.

After pondering for a moment, Yan Xian turned to ask: "How is the collection of tributes going?"

The Immortal from the foreign race immediately said: "The tributes have almost been collected. In order to avoid more Immortals coming next, I specially ordered them to make more preparations so as not to neglect all the Immortals..."

As he spoke, He flicked his sleeves, but there was nothing inside.

The face of the alien fairy changed, and he waved his sleeves again. There was silence in the corridor, but it was still the same as before.

Seeing the alien fairy waving his sleeves for the third time, the rock fairy said coldly: "Idiot!"

After saying this, his figure disappeared in an instant.

The alien fairy waved his sleeves and fell down, and all the tributes were gone.

He froze on the spot, and then he realized what had happened...someone had stolen all the tributes from him along the way!
To be continued...