Li Xin was stunned for a moment, a little unbelievable that this was true, but as the head of the family, he was well-informed. He quickly came to his senses, knelt on the ground with a "plop", and kowtowed. Suan: "Junior Li Xin, please see the master!"
At this moment, there was a storm in his heart! Although he is the rotating patriarch of the Li clan and is already a strong man at the level of Hedao, he is still far behind the founder of "Fu Qiong".
If not for some unexpected encounter, the ancestor "Fuqiong" would have ascended to the immortal world long ago!
That's right, becoming a disciple of the ancestor "Fuqiong" is equivalent to becoming a disciple of the gods!
This is the supreme honor for him and the entire Jiu'ali clan!
In the main hall of Tianchang Palace, everyone was shocked. The apprentice of the ancestor "Fuqiong" was much more important than a small leader!
Although the leader of the Holy Sect has real power, he can only hold the position for three hundred years. After three hundred years, he will step down from the position of the sect and become a supreme elder or an ancestor of the sect. , all power will be handed over to the next suzerain.
As a direct disciple of the ancestor, he no longer needs to be the head of the family, and naturally has a noble status. Even the three major aristocratic families have to give him some respect.
Whether it is the Zhang family, the Fuguang Sihong family, or the Jiu'ali family, their founders are just ordinary disciples of theirs. So far, no one has been favored by their founders. Received as personal biography.
It would have been better if the disciples of our ancestors were not devoted to the Tao and unwilling to worry about worldly matters. Or, he has died during the long period of cultivation. These three major families have no say in the entire Holy Sect.
Now, the ancestor "Fuqiong" actually took him into his sect, and he can foresee the future of the Jiu'ali clan!
Several supreme elders of the Zhang family and the Si Hong family, as well as the two ancestors of the Samsara Sect, all had panic and despair in their eyes, but the expressions on their faces remained calm, for fear of revealing any flaws.
Their minds were in chaos now and they had no idea what was going on.
The founder of the mountain is waiting for a small god here. This is an unprecedented thing in itself. No one has ever dared to accept a god as his disciple in front of everyone, and has been rejected! But now, not only is the ancestor not angry, but he has also accepted Li Xin as his disciple who brought him here. What is going on?
"Fuqiong" the ancestor ignored everyone, his eyes fell on Zhan Wuji, and said calmly: "Zhan Wuji, you defeated the five leaders of the pseudo-Taoist sect. This is your credit."
"In order to demonstrate your achievements, I will grant you the title of Youyang Sword Saint."
"Thank you, Patriarch!" Zhan Wuji quickly bowed.
"Fuqiong" the old man nodded, and then said: "Go down."
Zhan Wuji immediately knew that this was because the ancestor did not want to delay his cultivation of Taoism, and he bowed again and said: "Disciple, I will leave now."
As soon as he finished speaking, he left with Li Lieyue.
As soon as Zhan Wuji left, the ancestor of "Fu Qiong" turned his attention to Si Hong and said calmly: "The leader is in charge of the overall situation and must not relax in the slightest."
"I have something I want you to do. When you finish it, you will be my boss..."
boom!
After leaving the Tianchang Hall, Zhan Wuji and Li Lieyue used the "Five Ghost Tianluo" escape method to head straight towards the teleportation formation.
Patriarch "Fu Qiong" did tell him a lot this time, and now his plan is still the original plan, which is to help Li Suyi improve his cultivation.
This is a huge opportunity, so naturally I want to give it to my own people!
Moreover, he and Zhang Jingli had an unavenged grudge.
But to him, all these are irrelevant matters. The biggest question is what the cause and effect is!
The exercises, techniques, magical powers, and everything Zhan Wuji learned came from the legacy of his ancestors.
He wants to cut off the connection with this world, and it seems that there is nothing left for him.
I don't know if I can get some immortal magic from the fallen immortal's consciousness.
"Senior brother, is it possible that Ancestor Fuxi discovered that you are going to take the path of immortality?" Li Lieyue said suddenly.
The Holy Sect's survival of the fittest was developed slowly under the oral and personal teachings of the ancestors, and has long been ingrained.
But Zhan Wuji made the "Fu Qiong" Patriarch wait for such a long time, and this "Ancestor" was still tolerant and tolerant towards Zhan Wuji.
Zhan Wuji refused to accept him as his disciple, so he took Li Xin, the current head of the Li clan, as his disciple, and made Zhan Wuji his disciple himself.
All this is because of one thing!
Zhan Wuji nodded lightly, and then sent a message to reply: "The ancestor knows far better than me."
"This time, I want to go to the Evernight Desert with you, and we must not let it out!"
"No problem!" Li Lieyue said quickly.
While he was talking, a formation protected by layers suddenly appeared in front of everyone. This formation emitted a faint light, and the spiritual energy within it did not fluctuate at all.
Zhan Wuji hugged Li Lieyue and entered the formation in a flash. With just a thought, the formation was activated.
A huge white light shot straight into the sky. When the light disappeared, the two figures had disappeared.
The sky is filled with yellow sand, and tall towers tower into the clouds, standing among the endless sand dunes. The rocks have been beaten by wind and rain, and they look dark and dull.
Only the bronze bell on the high tower still sounded low, as if it had been echoing in this desert a long time ago.
Blood-red eyes stared at the surroundings from day to night.
Suddenly, a piece of collapsed sand appeared in several eyes.
"boom!"
Countless yellow sand poured down like a tide. The sand dune, which was higher than the hill, collapsed in an instant. A crystal clear pagoda rose from the ground. It looked exactly like that pagoda, but it was exuding brilliance. , shining brightly in the sunshine.
But at this moment, there are sword marks everywhere on this pagoda. The sword energy on the pagoda has almost condensed into a solid body. Even some lines left on the pagoda cannot be erased.
In the tower, a group of monks wearing gray robes had haggard faces and ragged clothes. The glazed pagodas they wore were also completely destroyed. Some even had blood bleeding from the corners of their mouths, a shocking sword mark on their abdomens, revealing white bones, and their breathing was rapid.
Looking at this familiar desert and that powerful force, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Despicable!"
"Jiuyi Tao Wendu has already fallen, but this sword god is a coward and insists on driving us all away!"
"The hypocrites are just sanctimonious people, and they have blocked us from doing good deeds and saving the people of the world more than once!"
"The cycle of Heaven's Dao, there will be gains and losses. These false Dao, every time they go against the path, will inevitably bring disaster... The next crusade will be led by the Han An Sword Sect!"
"Not bad!" nodded.
