Spiritual consciousness.

It is the second pair of eyes of a monk, and it can even be said to be the foundation of cultivation.

The divine consciousness in the Emperor Realm is as vast as the sea, and one wisp can kill the Immortal Lord.

But like now.

Even if there were several monks passing by Xu Lai, if they didn't use their naked eyes to see, they would scan away the spiritual consciousness, and there was a mist in front of them, and they could not see through anything and could not sense any life.

This is simply unheard of.

Xu Lai closed his spiritual sense, stood under the huge plaque in Mass Treasure Town and was silent for a little, and then stepped forward.

The specific location of the woman who took away the wedding invitation he deduced before had a general range, but it was not accurate.

There is no rush to search for it at this moment.

Instead, I found an ordinary restaurant in the town, ordered a plate of side dishes and a pot of sake, and sat in the corner in the strange eyes hidden deep in the waiter.

"Customer, your dishes are served, please use them slowly."

Of course, Xu Lai didn't come to have a meal.

There are mixed fish and dragons in the mass grave town. Where can I find out the news as quickly as possible?

Naturally, it is a restaurant and a place of smoke and willows that cover the entire town.

Land of smoke and willows...

Xu Lai definitely can't go.

"It's really evil. Not only our mass grave town, but also within a radius of two hundred miles of mass grave, can't use the spiritual sense."

A monk with a scar on his face drank a big sip of wine, and cursed with a strong resentment on his face:

"The Demon Palace in the East Wilderness Region and the Purple Smoke Holy Land in the Unrestrained Realm have been investigated for nearly three or four days. Not only did we find out anything, we monks are also forbidden from approaching the mass grave to find opportunities. I think there is a treasure about to be born, and they want to take it alone!"

"Silence!"

Some monks at the same table changed drastically.

Although the mass graves connect three domains, they belong to the area where three are not in charge.

However, thirty cities around the country can stand here and make money. Even the Immortal Lord Realm cannot cover the sky with one hand.

Which one is behind it, isn’t a big force standing faintly?

For example, the mass grave town where they are now, it is said that there are several Supreme Elders in the Heavenly Demon Palace.

for what?

Of course, it is for the best holy medicine or priceless treasures like the Emperor Realm Corpse, which can be bought at the right price.

If you can't buy it, you don't care about the number of names in the mass grave.

The scar man knew that he had made a mistake, his face turned pale in an instant, and he lost all his intentions. He threw down a spirit stone as the money for food, turned around and left with his companions.

In the fairyland.

Strength is the most important thing, and it is a huge price to despise the terrifying Taoist traditions of the Heavenly Demon Palace and the Purple Smoke Holy Land.

"Speaking of this, the mass graves in recent days are indeed a bit weird. I heard that there were very strange sounds, like beating a drum."

"Rumored that the mass grave was once an ancient battlefield. Could it be that the undead has revived and is fighting?"

“…”

The departure of the Scar Man did not calm the restaurant down, but instead it became more and more heated to discuss the matter of the enclosed mass grave of the Heavenly Demon Palace and the Ziyan Holy Land.

All kinds of rumors have noses and eyes.

Among them, the version of "The Mass Treasures have peerless treasures" has the highest credibility and is widely accepted by monks.

"Fart! What is the sound of drum beats and what is the strange treasure? It is clearly the sound of heartbeat."

An old man with white hair and drunk face blushed, slapped the table and said loudly.

Many monks in the restaurant laughed, and some people mocked the words "Old Drunkard".

One of the monks even sarcastically said: "Old guy, don't speak too much. Even the Emperor Qingfeng in the world's emperor realm, his heartbeat would not be so loud that he could resound throughout the mass grave!"

The mass grave is so large that it is almost equivalent to half of the eastern wasteland, it is a huge oval deep pit.

Even if you fly from the East Line of the Mass Treasures, which is the shortest distance in a straight line, you will need to fly with all your strength for three days.

The Immortal Lord's extreme speed is a hundred times the speed of light.

What a heartbeat sound.

Can it resound into such a huge area?

In the tavern.

A calm voice came from the corner inappropriately: "It's really possible."

The monk who spoke was displeased and asked, "Do you know how big the mass grave?"

The sound in the corner was naturally Xu Lai.

He casually said, "Then do you know how strong the Emperor Realm is?"

"I don't know, do you know?"

The monk looked like a senior attitude and taught a lesson: "At a young age, you don't work hard to practice and are ambitious all day long. Are you able to imagine such existence as the Emperor Realm?"

"Oh, the current practitioners have too bad character."

"Yes, each generation is worse than the other."

The other monks shook their heads regretfully. They were all over a hundred years old, and their beards and hair were all white and looked like they were fairy-like.

But the realm is just an ordinary golden elixir.

Xu Lai was not angry either, and sighed and shook his head: "It's really worse than the next generation."

"Bang!"

A jar of wine was thrown to the ground, and the restaurant was silent. Several monks narrowed their eyes and their spiritual energy surged in their bodies.

The drunk old man who spoke before licked the wine on his fingers, which was the wine jar he had thrown.

He was obviously drunk.

With three points of anger at being looked down upon and seven points of drunkenness, I said, "I, Taoist Yunlong, say it's a heartbeat, that's a heartbeat!"

The monks who were originally planning to teach this ignorant old man a lesson were scared when they heard the four words "Yunlong Taoist".

This is a big shot.

Three hundred years ago, it was the peak of the Shenqiao Realm, and it is very famous among the towns around this mass grave.

It is not because of the realm, but because of the terrifying treasure hunting ability. There is an immortal weapon in the distance, and there is a top-grade spiritual plant with a medicinal age of 900,000 years.

Therefore, Taoist Yunlong also has the title of "Treasure Hunt Taoist".

"Senior, tell me carefully, is it really a heartbeat?" The restaurant owner quickly brought another jar of good wine.

"Something can be seen."

Taoist Yunmeng Gudong took a few big sips of wine, satisfied and burped, then said:

"A few days ago, all the spiritual consciousnesses in the mass grave and surrounding areas were invalid. A total of six Supreme Elders, the Heavenly Demon Palace and the Purple Smoke Holy Land, entered the mass grave to find the reason."

"Not long after they entered, a terrifying vibration suddenly sounded in the mass grave. The six Supreme Elders who had created good fortune died instantly!"

"I was far away at that time and I was lucky enough to save my life. But I heard it clearly, it was the sound of my heart beating."

"There is a peerless corpse cultivator in the mass grave, I'm afraid... it's not as weak as Emperor Qingfeng!"

After the words of Taoist Yunlong said, he had no intention of drinking, and his voice was extremely solemn and serious: "Boss, for your jar of wine, I advise you to leave here earlier so as not to be affected."

"The mass grave is about to change."

“…”

There was a shocking look in the restaurant.

They didn't want to believe the words of Taoist Yunlong, but the other party was famous and seemed to have no reason to lie, so they fell into confusion for a moment.

Xu Lai threw down two spirit stones, stood up and left the restaurant, obtained enough information, and understood the reason for the sudden failure of the spiritual consciousness.

"This fellow Taoist is a little bit disgusted, but he just came to the mass grave city?"

Taoist Yunlong held the wine jar and caught up with Xu Lai. His eyes no longer had the previous drunkenness, but instead he was a glimmer of light.

He is in the Divine Bridge Realm.

But this young man could not sense any spiritual energy. He was either a mortal or a foot venerable!

"Yes, come and find someone." Xu Lai said calmly.

"A coincidence, I, Taoist Yunlong, met many people in this mass grave city. I wonder which one I am looking for?"
Chapter completed!