Cultivation of immortality by toad starts with cultivating demons

Chapter 1504 A conflict occurred, Mo Fan requested

The spatial barrier where the Canghai Realm is located cannot stop Mo Fan at all. As long as he wants, he can break in at any time.

But after all, he is not here to attract hatred, so he will not act recklessly.

After waiting for a while, he discovered that the cultivator who had just left had returned with an old cultivator with white hair and beard.

After the monk who had been waiting bowed to the old man, the old man made a hand gesture and then used his magic power to carve a talisman in the air. With a wave of his hand, the talisman immediately sank into the space barrier.

The next moment, a crack appeared in the space barrier.

However, what Yuan Peng and Qing'er saw was a portal suddenly opening up in the space ahead, and behind that portal was another world.

"My fellow Taoists, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. Please come in!"

A voice came from inside the door.

Yuan Peng's spirits lifted. He immediately looked at Mo Fan and Qing'er and said with a smile, "My two Taoist friends, please follow me!"

Mo Fan just smiled in his heart at Yuan Peng's change of address. He didn't say anything more. He turned to Qing'er and said, "Let's go in too."

Qing'er nodded slightly, and followed Yuan Peng into the Canghai Realm with Mo Fan.

As soon as the three cultivators entered, the cracked door behind them closed instantly, as if it had never been cracked.

"Three of you, this is a special period, so the way our Xiandao Sect welcomes guests is different from the past. Just in case, please open your sea of ​​consciousness and let me see your memories of the past three years!"

The old man with white hair and beard suddenly spoke in a deep voice. At the same time, a wedge-shaped magic weapon emitting silver light flew out from between his eyebrows. He stared at Mo Fan and the other three cultivators with a vigilant look on his face.

"This……"

Yuan Peng frowned slightly, struggling for a long moment, and finally sighed and smiled bitterly: "Well, I don't have much privacy anyway, and you are right, senior, we should act decisively at critical moments."

"So good!"

The old man's originally indifferent face suddenly softened a lot. He stopped talking nonsense, took a step forward, came in front of Yuan Peng, and pointed a finger at his forehead.

At the same time, the wedge-shaped magic weapon above his head also shone brightly, directly locking onto Yuan Peng, Mo Fan and the other two cultivators, emitting a strong aura, as if they would be killed in an instant if they dared to make any unusual movements.

Mo Fan turned a blind eye to all of this, but was surprised by the old man's cultivation level.

At first, the old man was restraining his aura, so Mo Fan didn't notice it much. But when the old man was reading Yuan Peng's memory, his magic power flowed in his body, and his aura fluctuated. Although it was very subtle, Mo Fan still sensed it.

This old man may seem ordinary, but he is actually a powerful cultivator at the peak of the Spirit Transformation Realm!

"A cultivator at the peak of the Spiritualization Stage is the ceiling even in Jiuzhou. Could this old man be the Saint Master of the Immortal Dao Sect?"

A hint of surprise flashed across Mo Fan's eyes, but he quickly rejected the idea.

If this old man is really the Holy Lord of the Xiandao Sect, then there is no reason why Yuan Peng would not recognize him.

But if this old man is not the Saint Master of the Xiandao Sect, then the Xiandao Sect’s background is too deep.

After just a few breaths, the old man withdrew his hand and said to Yuan Peng, "You can go in."

Yuan Peng heaved a sigh of relief upon hearing this, and immediately bowed and said, "Thank you, senior!"

The old man did not reply, but turned to look at Mo Fan and Qing'er and asked, "Who will go first?"

“Sorry, I don’t have the habit of letting others snoop into my memory, so can you not read our memories?” Mo Fan smiled awkwardly.

"What did you say?!"

The old man's face immediately turned angry when he heard this, and the two younger monks beside him immediately used their respective magic weapons to surround Mo Fan and Qing'er, with a vigilant look on their faces.

"Senior, this senior is called Mo Fan, and that is his sister Qing'er. They are both good people."

"Yuan can vouch for them!"

Seeing a conflict between Mo Fan and the old man, Yuan Peng immediately stepped forward to act as a peacemaker.

"I don't care who they are. As long as they enter this place, they must follow the rules of my Xiandao Sect. This concerns the lives of my entire Xiandao Sect and even the lives of fellow Taoists in the entire Xianling Continent!"

The old man spoke with a serious face, and then said to Mo Fan in a deep voice: "If you really don't want me to check your memory, then I have no choice but to ask you two to leave this place!"

"Fellow Daoist, we are not here to seek the protection of your sect, but to pay a visit to your sect's Holy Master. I wonder if you could introduce him to us?" Mo Fan said calmly.

As soon as these words were spoken, Yuan Peng's face suddenly turned pale, and the old man's eyes became extremely cold.

After all, Mo Fan had just arrived here. It would have been fine if he was unwilling to cooperate with the inspection, but he also made such an impolite request, which was somewhat disrespectful to the Xiandao Sect.

The Holy Lord is the most powerful person in the Fairyland. How can a cultivator of unknown reputation like you just want to meet him?

"It seems that you, Daoist friend, have bad intentions?!"

The old man snorted coldly, without saying another word, and pointed at Mo Fan casually. The wedge-shaped magic weapon above his head instantly turned into a silver light and blasted towards Mo Fan.

But at this moment, a red shadow blocked Mo Fan's way and grasped the silver light firmly in his hand.

"This……"

The old man was horrified upon seeing this, and immediately activated the magic formula, trying to recall the magic weapon, but he found that the magic weapon was held tightly by the female cultivator in blood-red armor, and there was no movement at all.

"How dare you attack my brother?!"

Qing'er's face gradually turned cold. Mo Fan was shocked when he saw this and quickly said, "Qing'er, don't be rude!"

He was really worried that Qing'er would get so angry that she would punch the old monk to death.

"Ahem...Fellow Daoist, I really have no ill intentions. I just want to meet the Holy Master of your sect. I hope you can let him know on my behalf."

Mo Fan came to Qing'er and spoke to her apologetically, but soon changed the subject and said calmly: "Of course, if you are unwilling, then I will have no choice but to ask for a meeting myself."

"you……!!"

The old man looked annoyed, but he did not get angry. He had already realized that this beautiful woman in blood-red armor was much stronger than himself. If he really wanted to fight, he would be the only one who would be in trouble.

Although this ordinary-looking young man in front of him did not reveal any aura, judging from his calm and composed expression, he must be a tough guy.

Thinking of this, the old man could only snort coldly and said, "It's not that I don't want to, but my sect's Saint Master has been in seclusion for several years, so I'm afraid that your request cannot be fulfilled."

"Oh, are you in seclusion?"

Mo Fan frowned slightly when he heard this, and then he released a powerful divine consciousness, which covered the entire continent in just a moment.

"What are you going to do?!"

The old man felt Mo Fan's terrifying divine consciousness as vast as the ocean, and his face changed immediately.