Ferryman?

Ning Qi couldn't help but take a closer look at this middle-aged strong man. He was dressed like an ordinary farmer, wearing only a pair of black trousers rolled up to his knees and no shoes on his feet.

"We handle special matters. The orders from the Lost City usually take several years to be issued. If something happens in the past few years, how will the Feng family explain it?"

There was a hint of anger in the masked nun's voice, as if she was angry that the ferryman in front of her didn't give her face.

"Feng family..."

The ferryman glanced at Ning Qi again, and finally shook his head, "Your Excellency, although the Feng family is a family of great emperors, the Lost City is not controlled by the human race. If you take this son away and something unexpected happens, I cannot bear the responsibility.

Such guilt!”

The masked female cultivator was silent for a while, then spoke again: "Five million essence stones. After the Feng family's affairs are over, I will bring this son back intact. As far as I know, you have been here for nearly three hundred years."

Years, you only get a thousand Essence Stones every year, and in a few years, someone new will replace you. This is the largest amount of Essence Stones you can make using your current position, please think about it."

Five million Essence Stones!?

Ning Qi obviously felt that the other party's breathing had quickened. The strength of this ferryman was only at the late stage of the Dao Realm. He was not even a monk in the Immortal Palace. But he could get a thousand essence stones a year by staying here, which was already better than Dong Yan's.

Such Immortal Palace monks get several times more Essence Stones every year. You can imagine how generous the Lost City is. But now, the masked female cultivator directly offered five million Essence Stones and left with only Ning Qi.

How big of a temptation would this be for a monk at the late stage of Dao Realm?

"Three years, I will resign in three years. You must bring him back within three years. Whether it is a corpse or crazy, I have to see him!"

The ferryman took a deep breath and said.

"No problem, it won't take three years."

The masked female cultivator chuckled lightly, and then threw a Qiankun Ring to the ferryman. The other party's spiritual thoughts swept away, and a blush caused by excitement rose on his face.

"Please come on board."

The ferryman put away the Qiankun Ring and smiled.

Ning Qi followed the masked female cultivator onto the boat, and saw that under the control of the ferryman, the boat rowed towards the center of the lake.

Ning Qi had been observing the surrounding scene carefully, wanting to see what the passage here looked like. Suddenly, before he had time to react, the boat turned over, but Ning Qi did not fall into the water and was still standing.

On the boat, the only difference is that the surrounding scenery has changed. At the same time, many similar boats can be seen on the lake, either parked on the shore or driving.

"Have you left the land abandoned by God?"

Ning Qi looked around in surprise. The surroundings were no longer quiet. There was even a boat not far away with seven or eight guys wearing devil tear eye masks standing on it. When they saw the masked female cultivator, they all saluted in the air.

These guys should be the monks from the suppression team. Their cultivation level is almost the same as that of the one who was killed by Ning Qi.

Soon, the boat reached the shore. After watching the masked nun and Ning Qi land, the ferryman gave the masked nun a deep look, as if to remind her that she must send Ning Qi back within the time limit.

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"This is the Lost City. Remember, I didn't let you speak. You are not allowed to answer anyone who asks you. Don't be troublesome on the road. Follow me, and don't even think about escaping. Otherwise, I will kill you on the spot. Trust me.

, with your strength, I can crush you to death with just one finger."

The masked female cultivator moved her lips slightly and said through the voice.

"Senior, don't worry, I won't run around."

Ning Qi smiled and nodded.

Because of the threat from the masked nun just now, he has already entered a fighting state. Even if he wants to enter the top training ground, he will have to wait for a day.

"Then let's go."

The masked female cultivator said calmly.

Ning Qi followed her, looking at everything around her with her peripheral vision. The lake seemed to be in the Lost City. There were many monks from the suppression team guarding the surroundings. When the masked female cultivators passed by them, they would all salute and then use suspicious expressions.

They looked at Ning Qi, but no one dared to come forward and ask questions.

"There is a strict hierarchy within the suppression team."

Ning Qi came to a conclusion in his mind.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully arriving in the Shenluo Realm. The system advanced mission has been issued. Please check the mission details for the host!"

The system beep sounds in vain.

The masked female nun was still walking in front without any notice.

Ning Qi thought about it and focused her attention on the properties panel. The task details column was shining, obviously there were new tasks.

'Please host go to the Ancient Star Pavilion to obtain the Star of Prehistoric Times within thirty years.'

"Taikoo Star Pavilion? Star of Prehistoric Times?"

Ning Qi's eyes moved slightly, and he asked in his mind: "System, after obtaining the prehistoric star, you can advance again? What are the benefits to me after I advance? What are the disadvantages if this mission fails?"

"If the mission fails, the system will forever lose the opportunity to advance."

The system prompt tone is still cold.

As for Ning Qi's previous question, it had no intention of answering.

"Do you have a map of the location of Taikoo Star Pavilion?"

Ning Qi thought to ask again.

The system didn't say anything. It seemed that he had to rely on himself to find this place. Judging from the name, this was definitely not an easy place!

"Look! Someone is going to advance to the realm of cause and effect!"

Suddenly, there was a commotion nearby. Even the masked female cultivator stopped and looked towards the sky. There were dark clouds gathering there. A figure stood in the sky, with hair blowing in the wind. On his face, there was also a blood puppet mask.

, is a monk from the Qing Suppression Team!

A gap suddenly appeared in the middle of the dark clouds, and then, a huge eyeball appeared in it, without any emotion, staring at the monks of the clearing team who were about to survive the disaster.

"Human race, ask for the Dzogchen Realm and be allowed to transcend the tribulation!"

The words like a bell rang in everyone's ears, and immediately after, a bolt of thunder and lightning shot out from the dark clouds, falling on the monk of the clearing squad who had been prepared for it.

"The power of this lightning disaster is more than a hundred times weaker than my original one!"

Ning Qi frowned slightly. What Huo Qilin said was indeed true. It would be much more cost-effective to survive the tribulation in the Shenluo world!

boom!

The opponent successfully withstood the first thunder disaster!

However, he looked a little embarrassed, and his body was trembling a little because of the thunder tribulation.

boom!

The second thunderstorm fell again.

This time, the power of the thunder calamity was several times stronger than the previous one. When it fell on the monk of the suppression team, it split him into coke in a split second. A breeze blew by, and the coke suddenly fell on the ground.

The dark clouds slowly dissipated.

Overcoming the tribulation... failed!

Everyone shook their heads and stopped paying attention to this place. They were doing whatever they were supposed to do.

"Follow up."

The masked female cultivator said calmly, and then continued walking forward.
Chapter completed!