I, a Saiyan, cultivate immortality in the world of Nine Uncles

A large group of monks bypassed the main entrance of the Soul Lord Hall and rushed to the back side, looking for the secret passage in the super-giant temple that could not be seen from the top at a glance.

Compared with the temple, the ants-like monks tried their best to find it, but they couldn't find a hole in the temple.

How is this possible? Facing the smooth and towering outer wall of the temple, the undaunted monks continued to search carefully.

Jiang Yeming came from behind and also came to the back of the temple. He followed the flow of people and searched the outer wall of the temple, but found nothing.

Suddenly, I heard a surprise shout: "I found it."

This sound instantly intensified the actions of the monks, and countless figures rushed over like swords.

The unlucky guy who made the sound was kicked away before he had time to curse, and several monks were fighting in front of a mechanism door that had just been opened.

Jiang Yeming was speechless, he didn't even enter the door, what a ghost, he tried his best to ask you to come to find the way, can he do a good job?
He took a few steps, pretending to rush into the trap door, and shouted: "A bunch of idiots, I'll go in and grab the treasure first."

These words had an instant effect, and several pairs of monks immediately stopped attacking, forming an offensive and defensive alliance in an instant.

These several reported their names:
"Taiqing Menzhuo and his party"

"Zheng Shenzong Xu Huatian"

After reporting the name, Taiqing Menzhuo and his party said: "If there is a treasure inside, those who are destined will get it. Before the treasure is found, everyone should not fight again."

The dignified disciples of the main sect of the Taiqing came forward, and everyone responded one after another, as if it wasn't these people who were fighting before.

After finishing speaking, he regained his face and gained his prestige again. Several monks rushed into the door at the same time as if they glared at Jiang Yeming.

The strongest ones rushed in, and of course the other monks would not give in. The swarm of people rushed into the organ door, but Jiang Yeming pretended to be accidentally squeezed away.

A kind fellow Taoist dragged Jiang Yeming by the back, and said with concern: "You shouldn't offend those people, this is all right, they will find the treasure soon with the treasure map, and then they will settle the score with you."

Jiang Yeming laughed secretly, the treasure map was completely drawn by his son blindly, God knows what's inside.

He looked back at the person who was speaking, his face was vicissitudes, and the wrinkles on his face were like hills. He didn't look like a cultivator, he looked like he was going to die of old age.

"You are?" he asked curiously.

The wrinkled old man replied with a smile: "Your Majesty, Qu Yin. I knew you would ask, do you still want to say that with my appearance, I am afraid that I will die of old age before I have attained the Dao. This is not my fault, Fellow Daoist. My sect is like this, and it is rare in the world."

After Jiang Yeming listened to the old man's words, he had a ghostly face, which is really rare in the world. The sect the old man belongs to is called Nongmen.

What is a farm gate?It is the sect of cultivating the truth of the peasants who work in agriculture.

Rare!I don't know when, an honest farmer got a shocking inheritance, he practiced a whole body of skills, and finally became a half-step transcendent powerhouse.

After becoming a strong man in the world, he didn't finish the book. He rearranged what he had learned to create a set of exercises suitable for farmers to practice, and founded the farm gate.

However, this one is too real. At the beginning of the establishment of the sect, the rules were set. Without fifty years of farming experience, one is not allowed to enter the inner sect to practice.

This can’t be deceitful, you have to work in the fields for 50 years, it’s super real.

It is conceivable that this sect will definitely not prosper, and most of those who can stay are like this old man.

After listening to Jiang Yeming, he didn't think there was anything wrong with this one. He could see that the martial arts of this sect were a solid accumulation route. Regardless of their appearance, they were honest and honest, and they were no worse than those famous sects.

He likes dealing with honest people, so he simply chatted with this old man named Qu Yin.

Talking, talking, Qu Yin felt that he had known each other late, and he was commensurate with Jiang Yeming's brother.

Seeing that the monks on the left and right had almost left, he was suddenly vigilant: "No, brother Jiang, I missed a big deal. We probably won't even be able to catch the scum this time."

"No." Jiang Yeming replied with a smile, "This soul master hall is so huge, how could they easily get it, it's not too late for us to enter now, maybe the chance is on us."

In private, Jiang Yeming had other thoughts. It was not easy to find treasures in such a large land, so it was better to follow the fate. If someone really got it, he didn't mind grabbing it.

Therefore, two displacements stepped into the trap door.

After entering the trap door, the scene changed drastically.

Behind the door is a huge corridor, hundreds of meters high and tens of meters wide, the front is dark and unfathomable.

"Let's go, Brother Jiang." Qu Yin urged.

Jiang Yeming was still looking around, and asked suspiciously, "Brother Qu, don't you think this place is a bit strange?"

"What's so strange?" Qu Yin asked puzzled.

"The surrounding area is humid, and there is a strange smell, and the walls on both sides are stained, I'm afraid it can't be here." Jiang Yeming was puzzled, and released his consciousness to explore the depths of the corridor.

There was a strange noise, as well as the monk's exclamation, and the curse was heard by the divine sense.

Jiang Yeming understood immediately, took Qu Yin and ran outside, explaining in his mouth: "This is probably the sewage pipe of the Hall of the Lord of Souls, if you don't leave, you will be in bad luck."

The old man Qu Yin instantly understood: "You mean this is a sewage outlet?!"

Jiang Yeming didn't answer, and the speed was still increasing, Qu Yin's face changed drastically, and he rushed out after him.

After a while, two cold lights shot out of the organ door and fled far away.

Between Xumi, the emerald green liquid spewed out from behind the two of them like a huge wave.

There were still a large number of struggling monks mixed in that liquid, but a few of them had drifted with the tide, looking hopeless.

Jiang Yeming and Qu Yin, who were watching from the side, had a cold war, and they finally understood that this was not a secret way at all.

In the Hall of the Lord of Souls, a huge god statue composed of countless powerful unjust souls stood erect. His face, which was constantly changing the expressions of various unjust souls, looked at a mass of black human-shaped shadows below.

The human-shaped shadow was reporting: "Jiang Yeming has already started. The secret path is right behind the temple, sealed by the soul silk. With his ability, it should be easy to crack."

When the human-shaped shadow said this, his face changed: "No, those monks actually pried open the excretion pipe. Today is the excretion day of the soulless giant."

These words made the corners of the soul master's mouth twitch, who hadn't expressed his expression for a long time, the sense of the picture was too strong.

"It doesn't matter, Jiang Yeming has the talent of predicting fate, and he will definitely be able to avoid the disaster of innocence. Next, it depends on his chances, whether he can take all my treasures away."

"Yes, I'm going to observe right now and report to you at any time." The humanoid shadow bowed and left.