Chapter 877

【Shushan】

【Difficulty Rating: B】

【Introduction: This is an ancient world full of mysterious metaphysical spiritual power; the local indigenous people here can use this power that fills the world to cultivate, and their strength is not weaker than job changers, so be sure to act carefully.】

【Here you can see immortal-cultivating elders, and you can also see demons ravaging; here, opportunities are everywhere, and dangers are everywhere.】

【This is a sword-dao dungeon; the loot has a high probability of being related to swords, so it is an excellent dungeon for sword-dao job changers to level up.】

【Among the indigenous people of this dungeon, sword cultivators have become extinct, and sword-dao techniques have been lost, so sword-dao job changers will be extremely eye-catching after entering this dungeon; please be sure to pay attention.】

【Dungeon player count: 274】

Su Ming touched his chin and speculated in his heart.

"Luck is neither good nor bad..."

"This teleportation landed directly outside a certain sect's mountain, so we won't encounter monsters."

"However... I wonder if this sect is a righteous sect or an evil sect," Su Ming had some worries in his heart.

He knew that there were many evil sects in this Shushan dungeon.

There were too many sects that skinned people alive, refined pills, made dog-men, made zombies, and refined evil arts.

Some demons could even transform into human form and establish sects.

Of course, there were also many righteous sects; they slew demons and maintained the stability of one side.

But the righteousness or evil of a sect could not be seen from the outside.

One must go deep into the marrow to know the most fundamental good and evil.

Sometimes, sects that call themselves righteous are actually the most evil.

The human heart is as deep as the sea and difficult to peek into.

In short, in this Shushan dungeon, you not only need to guard against demons, but you also need to guard against those cultivators with ulterior motives!

Just as Su Ming was thinking.

Suddenly, several powerful auras came from afar, approaching rapidly!

Everyone looked intently.

They saw a group of young cultivators in red-black ancient robes flying down from the mountain peak on magic tools and drifting to the front of Su Ming and the others.

There were ten of them, surrounding Su Ming and his group.

Their clothing was exactly the same, with an ancient character with a dark pattern depicted on it.

They cleared their throats and asked loudly.

"Who are you?"

"How dare you come without notice to the front of our Shanling Sect's mountain gate?"

These disciples all had powerful auras and had reached the fifth-turn!

Yan Ze's eyes were sharp as he looked around.

"As expected of a B-grade dungeon, the indigenous people are all fifth-turn experts..." Yan Ze thought to himself.

Wan Wu's expression was cold as he stepped forward, protecting everyone in front of him.

His aura as a sixth-turn honored one spread out with a boom!

He had already occupied Guo Xin's body and inherited Guo Xin's attributes, skills, and level.

Even if he couldn't perfectly control this body yet, it didn't matter!

Just by pure realm suppression, he could slaughter these ten fifth-turns.

Several sect disciples were slightly startled.

The moment they saw Wan Wu, their expressions changed, and they were a bit flustered.

This was the pressure of an honored one.

"Hon... honored one?!"

Obviously, this strength far exceeded their expectations.

"Qin Yun, go quickly and report to the elder!" one senior brother said.

Immediately, a young man drove his magic tool and flew back to the sect at high speed.

Wan Wu turned his head and whispered to Su Ming: "Master, should I kill them?"

Su Ming's expression was calm as he shook his head slowly.

"Let's see their purpose first."

Not long after, a middle-aged man with an extraordinary aura flew down from the mountain peak on his magic tool.

The disciple named Qin Yun followed behind him.

"Third Elder, it's these few people," Qin Yun pointed at Su Ming and his group and said.

The Third Elder wore a snow robe, with no extra accessories on his body, only a folding fan in his hand, which seemed to be made of beast bones.

He was middle-aged but had the demeanor of a Confucian scholar, with delicate features.

He stood with his hands behind his back, looking Su Ming and the others up and down.

He frowned slightly, without obvious hostility, but with great vigilance.

He had an extraordinary aura, and his whole body was filled with a strong sense of oppression.

It was conceivable that he was also a half-step sixth-turn expert!

The same realm as Su Ming!

The Third Elder looked at Wan Wu and immediately felt that the other party was very powerful.

This one... was a true honored one.

Intuition told him not to tear his face off.

So he revealed a smile.

"I wonder what business you all have coming to our sect?" he said with a smile, bowing to Wan Wu.

Because Wan Wu had the highest realm, he was obviously the leader.

But unexpectedly, Wan Wu shook his head.

"Talk to my master if you have business."

After saying that, he took a step back.

The Third Elder was shocked.

The person in charge of this group was actually not the honored one.

But that inconspicuous young man carrying a sword box.

Most terrifyingly, this honored one called that young man... Master!?

How precious and scarce are honored ones in this immortal-cultivating world?

Every honored one is a genius who rose up, each with their own arrogance.

To subdue an honored one as a slave, one must have overwhelming power.

Or, one must have inhuman means.

From this moment on, the Third Elder's vigilance toward Su Ming was raised to the highest level.

At the same time, he also had some original dark thoughts...

This kind of genius who had peerless cultivation at such a young age was a perfect furnace.

This child had an honored one protecting him, so he was naturally not an opponent.

But the strength of the "Sect Master"... Cui Wu had no doubts.

These thoughts were all hidden deep in his heart.