Ning Fan stopped the rain technique and frowned.

For a moment, I didn't know which direction to go in order to find the gate to the next world.

Just follow Mingque, she has a good nose, maybe she can smell where the Tianmen is.

"Little girl, try if you can smell the location of the Heavenly Gate."

"Tianmen, what is that?" Mingque asked puzzled.

"That's all, let's take it one step at a time. You take me to hunt for treasures. If you can meet some people from the Buried Immortal Clan who are also hunting for treasures, you can ask where the Tianmen is. They guard the Tianmen and collect Dao Crystals, and give them some Dao Crystals.

It shouldn’t be difficult to ask for directions.”

Ning Fan took out the golden ancient sword and carried Ming Que on the sword.

He took pills on the sword to heal his wounds, while Mingque was responsible for guiding the way to find the treasure.

Most of the demonic beasts and monsters encountered along the way were of broken and broken cultivation. Any attackers who blocked the way were killed by Ning Fan, and their bodies were thrown to Nieli to be devoured.

After devouring a loose demon and the flesh and blood essence of countless strong men, Nie Li actually showed signs of breaking through to Broken Seven.

With the bright bird guiding him, Ning Fan discovered many very secret ancient immortal caves.

These caves are old and the contents inside have long been destroyed. Occasionally, Ning Fan finds a half-destroyed fairy treasure, but Ning Fan doesn't care at all.

Dao Jing found a lot of them, and together with the 32 storage bags that Ning Fan had seized before, he had as many as 3 million Dao Jing on him.

There are also some rare elixirs growing in these caves, with the lowest being fifty thousand years old, and the highest being even two hundred thousand years old.

For Ning Fan now, the elixir is temporarily useless, and he has no time to study the alchemy skill.

Ming Que wanted to take these elixirs, so Ning Fan gave them all to her.

"Brother Pancake, it smells so good! It smells really good! I smell an amazing fragrance. There are definitely a lot of good things in this direction!"

Mingque suddenly pointed in the direction of east-north, excited.

"Really? Then go over and have a look." Ning Fan smiled casually.

Strangely enough, along the way, he did not encounter a strong person from the Immortal Burial Clan, leaving Ning Fan no chance to ask questions.

However, in the direction that Mingque pointed, Ning Fan vaguely sensed a lot of tyrannical aura. It seemed that he was from the Buried Immortal Clan.

If you go in this direction, you can probably ask for directions.

The golden ancient sword's escape speed was comparable to that of a Sanxian. It galloped all the way. After more than ten flashes, it had traveled more than 100 million miles.

In the distance, one could see the bloody light rising into the sky, which gave Ning Fan an extremely uncomfortable feeling.

The sword light rushed all the way towards where the bloody light was. When Ning Fan got close, he stopped the sword light and could vaguely see an ancient altar below.

On the altar, people from the Immortal Burial Clan wearing black armor were being beheaded one after another, as if they were offering sacrifices.

The sky above the altar was filled with blood.

Countless rare elixirs are displayed around the altar.

Countless people from the Buried Immortal Clan were silently reciting ancient sutras in front of the altar and bowed their heads.

"Oh, it turns out these medicine babies have an owner...it seems they can't be eaten anymore." Little Mingque looked disappointed.

"Well, these elixirs are the sacrifices of the Immortal Burial Clan. If it is not necessary, it is not worth having a dispute with the Immortal Burial Clan over these elixirs..."

Ning Fan entered the ancient heaven to find the immortal tree and save Mu Weiliang.

If possible, he did not want to cause more trouble, let alone offend the local snakes here - the Immortal Burial Clan.

If any member of the Buried Immortal Clan is killed, it will trigger a siege from the Buried Immortal Clan.

There are so many powerful people in the Immortal Burial Clan, including the Nine Ancestors and Eighteen Kings... Ning Fan has no confidence that he can protect himself if he is chased by 27 Loose Immortals.

"Hmph! Who is here? Don't you know that this place is a forbidden area for our clan and cannot be spied on?"

12 black-armored men with Shaoxu cultivation level rose into the air and surrounded the golden ancient sword.

Among these 12 people, the one with the lowest cultivation level is from the fifth level of Sui Xu. The highest one is a bald man from the seventh level of Sui Xu.

These 12 people are the strongest people here and seem to be the guards here.

Ning Fan cupped his fists at the bald man with seven levels of cultivation and said, "I just passed by this place by chance, and I don't have any intention of spying."

"Really...it turns out you are foreign monks!" A trace of disdain flashed in the big man's eyes and he sneered.

"Yes, I am a foreign monk. I wonder if you have a map of the first world. I am looking for the gate to the second world." Ning Fan's expression did not change and he ignored the big man's contempt.

"Oh? You want the map of the first heaven?"

The big man rolled his eyes and laughed,

"It's easy to say, one million Dao Crystals for a map. If you are willing to pay Dao Crystals, I will sell you a map. If you don't want to pay, just keep searching aimlessly in the first heaven.

Let me tell you one thing. Among the thirty-three days, the first day is the smallest.

One day, but even this smallest heaven is as vast as twenty small thousand worlds. Even if you have a map and know where the Tianmen is, it will take at least half a month to go from here to the nearest Tianmen. If it is a long way,

Are you searching aimlessly..."

The big man raised three fingers and sneered, "It will take at least three years for you to find the location of Tianmen!"

As a member of the Immortal Burial Tribe, the big man always looked down on outside monks. Seeing that Ning Fan was in a hurry to get on his way, he naturally wanted to take advantage of him.

Ming Que's little mouth couldn't close her mouth in surprise. A map sold for one million Dao Crystals was really too expensive!

For these Buried Immortal Tribe people, making a map is very simple, just engrav a jade slip.

This can be sold for one million Dao crystals!!!

It’s clear that the price is starting from the ground up!!!

"Brother Pancake, I'm going to beat him up. Once he gets scared, he will definitely give you a map for free!" Mingque waved his fist and said.

"Beat him? Can you beat him?"

"Well... I can't beat him, but I still have you. Are you willing to see me being bullied..." Mingque said with a smile.

Ning Fan smiled and shook his head. If it weren't for the fact that rescuing Mu Weiliang was of great importance, there was no room for any mistakes. With his character, he would not be ripped off in vain... He was never the one who suffered.

Now...

Ning Fan flicked his sleeves, and a storage bag containing millions of Dao crystals flew into the hands of the bald man.

The bald man was slightly startled. He just wanted to tease Ning Fan and never expected that Ning Fan would give him any money.

In his eyes, Ning Fan is a foreign cultivator, and he is only Broken Six. He is Broken Seven. Why should he be afraid of Broken Liu, let alone foreign cultivators?

During the opening of the Ancient Heavenly Palace, every foreign monk would not be cautious for fear of offending the Immortal Burial Clan.

Even the loose immortals still have to clasp their fists and salute the Buried Immortals, let alone Ning Fan who is only in the Broken Sixth Realm?

Who dares to offend the Burial Immortal within thirty-three days?

The bald man did not expect that Ning Fan would be willing to offer millions to buy the map.

Holding millions of Dao crystals in hand, the big man's heart suddenly moved, and he suddenly became greedy.

"One million is less. If you give me two million Dao crystals, I will give you the map for the first day."

"We agreed to one million, why did it become two million again!" Ming Que was a little angry.

"If you don't want to pay, just leave. Of course, I won't return this million to you." The bald man joked.

Ning Fan frowned, but didn't say anything. He waved his sleeves again and threw a storage bag to the bald man.

In this storage bag, there is another million Dao crystals.

"I want a map." Ning Fan's tone was a little cold.

"Another million Dao Crystals!" The bald man licked his tongue, while the 11 Immortal Burial Clan experts on the side looked at the bald man with envy.

Envy, really envious.

In their eyes, Ning Fan was just a fat sheep who could be slaughtered at will. But this fat sheep was monopolized by the bald man.

There is no way. Who makes the bald man have the highest cultivation level?

If there is any benefit, he will naturally get it first.

"I changed my mind...a map, three million Dao crystals! You have to give me another million! Well, wait..."

The bald man suddenly looked at Mingque in disbelief, as if he had discovered something incredible.

He took out a blood-colored jade pendant and looked at the bright bird. When he saw the jade pendant light up slightly, he was immediately overjoyed.

"Haha! Alchemy Demon! I'm so lucky. Among the foreign monks this time, there is actually an Alchemy Demon! The Nine Ancestors and Eighteen Kings have given orders. We must find an Alchemy Demon to help the ancestor to resurrect! Okay, that's great!

This great achievement has been hit by me!"

The bald man put away the blood jade, looked at Ning Fan with a sneer and said, "Boy, hand over all the Dao crystals on your body, and then give me the little girl next to you. Well, this golden ancient sword is not bad.

Leave it to me, and I will give you a map!"

"You, you, you!" Xiao Mingque was so angry that she was speechless.

She has seen people who push their limits, but this is the first time she has seen such a bald man who doesn't know how to advance or retreat.
To be continued...