The former dilapidated and desolate gathering place is now quite prosperous. The streets are very spacious and can accommodate five carriages passing at the same time. It has the style of a big city, but there are still the scenes of chaotic buildings and sewage flowing freely.
But the main road in the middle is long, with residential buildings and shops on both sides of the road connected. There are shops selling magical instruments, spiritual rice, talismans, etc. There are big trees planted every seven or eight feet along the road, covering the road with shade.
Some monks also have spiritual plants planted in their courtyards.
Looking south, we can see that a tall building has been built where the former Baijin Hanhaohua Tower was.
"These are probably the masterpieces that Qiangzi made casually when he rebuilt Luoshan City over the years. It can be regarded as a return to his hometown in glory, and the reconstruction has improved the construction of his hometown."
Chen Dengming was standing on the main road at this time, looking at the surrounding scene with a little emotion.
He then looked at the hurried flow of people around him. There were innate mortals and monks.
This pattern of mixed immortals and mortals is not much different from the past.
But probably because the war had started, many people looked solemn and solemn and walked in a hurry. Few people stopped to communicate, and they walked around the high-walled courtyard behind, as if they were afraid of disturbing them.
Chen Dengming has already covered himself with spiritual consciousness, which is equivalent to a blindfold. It is difficult for non-Foundation-building monks to detect his existence.
He looked at the high wall behind the tall building in the distance. Behind the wall, there were patches of green tile roofs among the trees. They were broad and imposing.
The green banyan trees in the courtyard are lush and green, and their leaves rustle in the wind.
The tree is still the same tree, but the building is no longer the same building.
However, he has noticed that the auras of Jiang Qiang, Zhu Xun and others are in the high-walled courtyard.
As he gets closer.
In the courtyard, the black clouded leopard that was sleeping soundly on the ground suddenly raised its ears, twitched its nose, suddenly opened its eyes and woke up, and immediately climbed up its huge body. This move immediately alarmed other people in the courtyard.
"Senior Black Panther, what is this?"
"Why are you so excited with your tail wagging?"
The black clouded leopard's black head was revealed directly over the high wall, and he immediately saw Chen Dengming walking on the street.
"Woo-wu-wu-"
The black clouded leopard immediately let out a melodious cry of joy, and its four paws happily dug at the ground, just like an excavator digging several holes in the ground in the courtyard.
"Senior Black Panther?"
Jiang Qiang walked out of the house in surprise.
The next moment, he saw a flash of golden light, and a familiar figure appeared out of thin air in the courtyard. His eyes immediately condensed and he shouted in surprise.
"Brother Chen!"
"Hadron."
Chen Dengming smiled, looked at Heifeng walking out of the house, and nodded slightly.
"Senior Chen!" Heifeng saluted with a look of shame and said in frustration.
"You delivered Luoshan City to the junior, but the junior failed to keep Luoshan City. This is the biggest mistake of the junior. Please punish me, senior!"
Hearing this, Chen Dengming chuckled and shook his head, "The Jindan Patriarch of Hanji Sect came to conquer Luoshan City. If you can still keep it, that would be strange. What crime would you have committed?"
At this time, other people around him were already kneeling on the ground, and they all paid homage to this terrifyingly famous Taoist Master of Longevity, remaining silent.
Even Wang Shitun, a fellow from Nanxun, who has been in the world of immortality for a long time and has experienced all kinds of beatings due to low qualifications, has long understood that Chen Dengming, a fellow, is unfathomable.
At the same time, he was also filled with fear and confusion.
He didn't understand why Chen Dengming was able to achieve such achievements now when he clearly only had the qualifications to overcome lower-grade spiritual roots.
But if he doesn't understand it, he can't understand it. These doubts can only be buried in his heart forever and become secrets. He will never dare to reveal them at all.
"Everyone, get up. You are all contributors to the construction of Luoshan City."
Chen Dengming glanced at a group of monks in the Qi training period and smiled calmly.
However, they did not directly choose to ignore them as nothing because they were all casual cultivators and had low strength.
This was how he came here in the first place. How could he look down on this group of people who were in the same situation as him just because he had climbed high enough? This is completely contrary to his state of mind and spiritual cultivation.
A group of Qi Practitioners thought their ears had heard it wrong.
A person like Changshou Daozi, who is countless times more noble than the ancestors of some foundation-building families, actually pays attention to little people like them, which is flattering.
While many people were in a daze, Chen Dengming had already entered the back room.
"How about Zhu Xun?"
Jiang Qiang looked solemn and led Chen Dengming to an ancient well behind the house, "Brother Chen, Lao Zhu was seriously injured. It seems that he was plotted by the old dog of the village. He has been recuperating for so long, but he still hasn't gotten better."
Chen Dengming frowned and walked towards the gloomy ancient well. With a flash of golden light in his eyes, he saw a head with sparse hair soaking in the ancient well.
In that head, Zhu Xun's ghost power was a little weak.
"Hey!"
Chen Denming called softly.
In the ancient well, Zhu Xun was disturbed and woke up from his deep sleep. "Hua Hua" emerged from the water. His pale blue eyes looked from the bottom of the well to the mouth of the well. A flash of light flashed in his eyes and slowly flew out of Lin He's head. The soul body floated out.
Suddenly there was a strong wind, and the air temperature seemed to drop several degrees in an instant.
But Zhu Xun's soul was actually much weaker.
Even deep in the dark gray soul body, there is a faint spiritual wave like a golden thread passing by. If it wants to split it, it will make it scream in pain from time to time.
"Golden elixir consciousness!"
Chen Dengming frowned, feeling sulky in his heart. He used his spiritual consciousness to search for Zhu Xun's ghost with the God Refining Technique.
Soon it was discovered that the power of the golden elixir consciousness was raging deep in Zhu Xun's soul.
No wonder Zhu Xun was injured and has been unable to recover from his injuries. The main reason is that the golden elixir consciousness cannot be dispelled.
It's like a piece of rusty iron has been inserted into the flesh and blood. It's good that the flesh and blood doesn't rot and deteriorate. How can it be cured?
This is because Zhu Xun, as an evil ghost, has the power to swallow polluted spirits. He must have swallowed and polluted a lot of spiritual consciousness, otherwise the situation would only be worse.
Chen Dengming's eyes flashed with divine light, as if they turned into whirlpools, and in an instant, he slowly sucked out the golden elixir consciousness from Zhu Xun's body.
The air was suddenly filled with a depressing and impetuous atmosphere.
As Zhu Xun screamed in pain, golden threads were pulled out of his soul body, emitting a crazy mental wave.
Jiang Qiang and others were so close that they felt dizzy and their heads were extremely painful just by being affected.
"Whizzing--"
The spiritual consciousness that was sucked out was like a poisonous snake that was biting back. It struggled instinctively, like a ball of golden thread entwined together, and launched a counterattack.
Chen Denming snorted coldly, his eyes suddenly sharpened, like a sword passing by, and his tyrannical consciousness turned into two divine lights and slashed out directly.
Immediately, a ferocious mental wave exploded, and the golden elixir consciousness that looked like a ball of golden threads was shattered, disappearing invisible.
A residual spiritual power spread.
Chen Dengming stepped forward, and a subtle golden light flashed on his body, swallowing up all the spiritual power in an instant.
Jiang Qiang and Hei Feng were already slumped on the ground, their heads were groggy, and one of them fell into a coma.
Even if Jindan Daxiu took action, he had deliberately restrained himself, but the slight fluctuations and spiritual power that escaped were already too much for them to bear.
…
at the same time.
Far away in Luoshan City.
Zhuang Fangyu's expression changed slightly not long after he flew out of the depths of his spiritual veins. He realized that the consciousness he had left in the ghost's body had been destroyed, and he couldn't help but frown.
"It seems that the relationship between that fierce ghost and this longevity Taoist is extraordinary."
He already had something bad in his mind and thought of many things.
However, after all, he was also a middle-stage Jindan monk who came out of Fengxing Sect in the past. It was impossible for him to give up Luoshan City just like that. Where would he put his face?
"Climb the peak, are you ready?"
He suddenly heard from the Foundation Establishment Elder in the sect.
Outside the hall, the sturdy Panfeng immediately entered the hall and bowed and said, "Ancestor, we are ready. According to your request, I selected eight female qi-training disciples and prepared a thousand high-grade spiritual crystals. "
He said, his heart was bleeding, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Ancestor, do you really have to pay such a high price? Even if his longevity Taoist has broken through the golden elixir now, after all, he has just broken through the golden elixir. What do you have to do, ancestor?" Is there any fear?
Besides, we have a war order, how dare he disobey it? "
"Stupid! Now the plan can't keep up with the changes. This longevity Taoist was able to kill the golden elixir when he was a fake elixir. Now that he has become a golden elixir, I may not be able to force him back.
Moreover, with this person’s potential, the future is immeasurable. "
Zhuang Fangyu's face was gloomy and ugly, and he stared at Panfeng coldly and said, "When I asked you to investigate the details of Luoshan City, you only found out about Nanshan Zong Zhuxun, and then you couldn't take it away, so I had to take action.
Unexpectedly, another longevity Taoist appeared in the middle. If I had known it was a longevity Taoist, why would I have touched the hot potato of Luoshan City earlier? "
Hearing this, Panfeng lowered his head in shame.
He knew that at that time, the ancestor had already fired his bow and had no chance of turning back. In order to ensure that the other families surrendered and moved away, even if he knew that Luoshan City belonged to Changshou Daozi, he had to take it by force, but he was also prepared for a war in the next few years. When it's over, prepare to evacuate from here.
Luoshan City will be returned to its original owner by then, and the resources of other companies will also be depleted.
No matter how powerful Changshou Daozi is, he will not be so bored that he takes back Luoshan City and has to fight with a middle-stage Jindan monk.
But now, the plan really couldn't keep up with the changes, and Changshou Daozi broke through the golden elixir so quickly.
This makes the situation difficult to end.
Because of this critical moment, Hanji Sect has established absolute prestige in this area, and it has a war order. It will never give up easily just because Changshou Daozi comes to ask for the territory, otherwise where is the prestige.
"Pack your things and let's go! Let's take the initiative to meet this Taoist. I hope he can understand the situation and not embarrass me."
Zhuang Fangyu stood up, waved, flew out of the hall, and sat on a flying magic weapon that looked like a golden chariot. Two foundation-building monsters were pulling it in front, looking full of style.
Panfeng immediately followed, calling his disciples to send the eight carefully selected female Qi practitioners to the spirit boat, and then quickly left.
Seeing that one of the eight female cultivators was actually crying, Panfeng suddenly turned cold and scolded him.
"I don't know what it means. I asked you to serve Senior Jindan. This is a great blessing given to you. Who can show it to you with a sad face?"
A group of female cultivators were immediately frightened by the power of the foundation-building spirit, and their faces turned pale. They all bowed and knelt down, feeling terrified in their hearts.
They are also unusual female cultivators. Some are descendants of immortal cultivating families, while others are princesses from mortal dynasties who were sent to join the immortal sect. Each of them has a beautiful face, excellent temperament, and is proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting.
Although the ones with the best qualifications only have middle-grade spiritual roots, they are definitely excellent resources for female cultivators. Marrying a cultivator of the same realm requires a lot of gifts, and each of them used to be arrogant in their respective territories. His master is now being sent to serve Senior Jin Dan.
Whether there is good fortune or not, smart people know that sometimes good fortune may not be there. If you encounter some people with weird hobbies, you may lose your life.
As for the female qi cultivators who were fascinated by the golden elixir overhaul and the phoenix flying on the branches, they dare not have such a dream.
Panfeng's eyes flashed coldly, and he said coldly, "I have chosen you, and you have no room to refuse. Think about your family.
If you don't win the favor of Senior Jindan this time, there is no need for you to stay in the sect. There happens to be a shortage of people on the battlefield. The other disciples have shed their blood for the sect and the Southern Territory. If you don't have some beauty value, , how can you still stay in the sect and practice with peace of mind? "
The eight female cultivators were even more frightened when they heard this, but they could only calm down their emotions immediately and force themselves to smile.
Zhuang Fangyu, who was in the golden chariot in front, remained indifferent.
Each sect has its own way of doing things, and not every sect is as gentle as the Changshou Sect.
Hanji Sect's style is actually similar to that of many immortal sects. They are indifferent to cultivating immortals, have limited resources, and put profits first.
Join the Hanji Sect, obtain the Hanji Immortal Law, be under the protection of the Hanji Sect, practice in the land of spiritual veins, and be taught by the elders of the sect. This is to obtain the three things of 'wealth, companionship, law, and earth' The resources of 'couple, law and land'.
Hanji Sect also received the resources of 'disciples' accordingly.
Resources like disciples can also create wealth for the sect.
Even disciples themselves are a kind of wealth.
If you can make a good friend of a large-scale Jindan Taoist by sending a female disciple out of the house, it will be a sure-profit deal. Not only will you resolve a grudge, but you will also gain a new connection. This is the most normal thing among superiors. exchange of resources.
What Changshou Daozi lost was nothing more than two first-level spiritual veins and the right to use a mountain city for several years.
He can also promise that he will never destroy his spiritual veins.
It was a win-win situation for both sides. What was sacrificed was the happiness of some female disciples, and what was harvested were the resources and interests of other immortal cultivating families.
The money of the wealthy gentry was returned in full, and the money of the common people was divided into 30 and 70.
The Hanji Sect has gained the prestige and benefits it needs to maintain, and the loss of Changshou Daozi can also be compensated, so why not do it.
Zhuang Fangyu couldn't think of a reason why Chen Dengming would refuse.
Not long after, the outline of the city where they gathered was seen in front of them.
But at this moment, Panfeng, who was on the spirit boat, suddenly widened his eyes and saw a figure flying out of the city opposite, emitting a subtle golden light.
That figure was like a golden sun, eclipsing everything in the surrounding environment.
The air around him was distorted, turning into a blur of ripples as he flew. What was even more chilling was that a large amount of spiritual energy seemed to be sucked to his side, forming a miraculous aurora.
"Daozi of longevity!?"
The eight female cultivators behind him had already fainted, and Panfeng felt as if his consciousness was being burned by a scorching sun that burned everything.
That terrifying spiritual power was burning his spirit, and his heart seemed to be burning with anxiety, filled with a strong sense of crisis.
fear!
There are still more than ten miles away, and the divine consciousness spreading from Changshou Daozi seems to contain anger. Even if the target is mainly the ancestor in the golden chariot in front, the aftermath is just too much for even a late-stage foundation-building monk like him to bear. live.
"Taozi Changshou, why are you so angry?"
At this time, a huge and cold power of spiritual consciousness spread out from the golden sticky in front.
Climbing the peak, I immediately felt relaxed and my back was covered in cold sweat.
Suddenly, at this moment, a cold snort was like a giant hammer hitting him hard, reaching into his heart and causing a roar.
"Old Ghost Zhuang! Mr. Chen has always respected me a foot and I respect others a foot. You robbed my city and injured my brother. Do you still expect me to be polite?"
boom! ——
Panfeng was shaken all over, his heart thumped, and his head felt like it was going to explode.
He felt a pressure that seemed like the world was collapsing.
The golden light burning the soul and spirit on the opposite side shines brightly, and a majestic figure seems to appear in the vast golden light, reflecting the soul, with sharp eyes and white hair with evil intent.
His face suddenly turned as blue as a hen laying eggs, his spine was tight, and his calves were cramped.
The foundation-building monsters on both trailers also roared in fear.
Inside the golden chariot, Zhuang Fangyu frowned and stepped out, his body gradually glowing with golden light, and he said calmly.
"Your Highness Daozi, this Luoshan City is a land acquisition in a war zone. This is not a robbery. I have already promised that after the war is over, this city will be returned to you."
Chen Dengming stood in the air with his hands behind his back, his whole body was surrounded by dazzling golden light of elixir power, and his strong spiritual power confronted Zhuang Fangyu on the opposite side. Suddenly, silver light condensed in his eyes, and a soul-stirring aura surged up, and he said calmly.
"Your promise is to use force to drive out my brother. I won't agree! I will take back Luoshan City today."
(End of chapter)
