Qiankun Gourd

Just as Ye Feng was flying towards the Taiguang Holy Sect, two figures suddenly rushed over from a distance, one was wearing a white robe, and the other was an old man in a gray robe.

The two old men moved quickly while fighting fiercely. "Hmph, you old fellow, don't even think about taking the Daluo Temple map for yourself!" The gray-robed old man roared, and his attack became more and more fierce.

The old man in white robe had a solemn expression, but he showed no intention of backing down. "Humph, that map was obtained by accident, how could I give it to you easily?"

"Map of the Daluo Temple?" Ye Feng's heart moved and he became very interested in this map.

"It must be the place where the treasure is hidden." He speculated secretly.

However, the cultivation of these two old men should not be underestimated. The old man in white robe has the cultivation of the third-level Saint King, and the old man in gray robe has reached the fourth-level Saint King. Although Ye Feng has the strength of the fifth-level Saint King, it is not easy to defeat both of them at the same time.

So, he hid his body and followed quietly, intending to observe from the side and find the best time to attack.

At this moment, the grey-robed old man suddenly used the grey space domain, and the wind and sand were raging, approaching the white-robed old man. The white-robed old man was not willing to be outdone, and activated the spell, and the white space domain shone brightly. The two space forces collided instantly, and a deafening sound broke out.

The old man in white robe gradually fell into disadvantage, but still refused to give in. At this moment, Ye Feng suddenly appeared, and a black and white lightning shot out, penetrating the gray space and hitting the old man in gray robe heavily.

“Ah——!” The gray-robed old man screamed and turned around angrily, only to see a white-robed young man floating in the air.

The old man in white robe took the opportunity to intensify his attack, and the power of the white space domain increased greatly, and the gray space domain collapsed instantly. The old man in gray robe vomited blood and was blown away.

Ye Feng flashed and came to the side of the gray-robed old man. He smashed his crown with a palm, grabbed his Nascent Soul and threw it into the small gourd, then took away his storage sacred instrument.

"This kid is so ruthless, we can't let him live!" The old man in white robes quickly rushed to Ye Feng and saluted respectfully, saying: "Thank you for your help, fellow Taoist!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly launched a sneak attack on Ye Feng. But Ye Feng was prepared and disappeared instantly, appearing behind the old man in white robe. He smiled coldly, and a green long sword suddenly flew out and pierced the back of the old man in white robe.

The old man in white robe was bleeding and screaming: "Ah! How is this possible? You are only a first-level Saint King, how can you dodge my attack..." He fell to the ground unwillingly.

His Nascent Soul tried to escape, but before it could fly far, it was caught by an invisible force and sent in front of Ye Feng.

"Fellow Daoist, please spare my life! I am willing to hand over the map of the Daluo Temple to you, please spare my life!" In order to save his life, Yuanying hurriedly handed over the green jade slip.

Ye Feng took the jade slip and used his spiritual sense to explore its contents. He saw that the jade slip contained a detailed map that not only marked the location of the "Daluo Temple", but also included maps of multiple levels inside the temple.

He nodded with satisfaction, put away the map, and asked, "Who exactly is this Daluo Temple? What treasures are hidden inside?"

"To be honest with you, the Daluo Temple is a relic left behind by the Lord of Chaos in my Holy Realm. It opens once every 100,000 years. Not only does our Holy Monarch State have one, but there is also one in the Holy Emperor State. It is said that there are many treasures inside, but also many dangers. So far, no one has made it to the last level." Yuanying explained.

"The ruins left behind by the Lord of Chaos? Opened once every 100,000 years? And there are many treasures?" Ye Feng touched his chin, a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes.

"How long until the next opening?" he asked.

"There are still ten years left!" Yuanying replied.

"Okay! Thank you very much!" Ye Feng threw the Nascent Soul into the small gourd, feeling secretly happy.

He decided not to go to Taiguang Holy Sect first, but to improve his cultivation first, and then go to Daluo Holy Temple. He spread his consciousness and found a mountain with rich fairy spirit 300,000 miles away, and decided to practice in seclusion there.

Soon, he arrived in front of the mountain. At this time, several white-robed old men flew down from the mountain, led by a skinny old Taoist who had the cultivation level of the fifth-level Saint Emperor.

"Junior Dashan Shengzong Hao Dashan pays homage to the senior!" The skinny old man saluted respectfully. Several elders behind him also saluted.

"You're welcome." Ye Feng said calmly, "I have no ill intentions in coming here. I just want to borrow a cave to practice. Are you willing?"

"I couldn't ask for more! Please follow me, senior!" The skinny old man led the way and soon arrived at a spacious cave.

"Senior, this is the last cave of my sect. Please feel free to use it!" said the skinny old man.

"Very good, the immortal energy here is indeed abundant." Ye Feng nodded with satisfaction, "I will be in seclusion here for ten years, please don't disturb me during this period."

After saying that, he flew into the cave and began to practice in seclusion. At the same time, he asked Hu Ling'er to help refine the Nascent Souls of the two old men. With the help of the "Xuan Dao Jing", he believed that he would be able to break through to the fourth-level Saint King realm within ten years.

Sure enough, it only took seven or eight years for Ye Feng's cultivation to be promoted to the fourth-level Saint King realm. His strength was comparable to that of the eighth-level Saint King realm, and he could even fight against the ninth-level Saint King realm.

At this moment, a loud noise suddenly came from outside the cave. He spread his consciousness to check and saw a group of black-robed monks attacking the mountain. The skinny old man Hao Dashan was fighting fiercely with a black-robed man of the sixth-level Saint Emperor realm. The situation was critical.

"Forget it. Since I'm using someone else's cave, I should help them." Ye Feng made a secret decision in his heart.