From this, it can be deduced that Feng Yiju can gain two benefits: weaken the Dongyun sects and shepherd the prison ghosts!
Hell ghosts can suck living creatures, and Nuan Yu is probably formed in this way.
And Dongyun, who was in chaos, definitely had no shortage of captured monks.
If the Qingyuan Sect is also interested in these prisoners, then his inference will not be wrong.
Prison ghosts are Feng Yiju’s livestock.
Then it shouldn't be a big deal to intercept a batch of Hu from Feng Yiju, right?
Su He diverted the water and swam in the direction of the Beast Control Valley. Where there were more disciples, the prison ghosts were attracted.
When he was still halfway there, he heard a loud roar and two sword rays headed towards the Hall of Eternal Life.
Ge Laodao kicked open the door of Changsheng Palace and Qiao Changlun stepped in. There were only two people, Feng Yiju and Scholar, in the hall, staring at each other.
"Uncle Ge, Uncle Qiao. But there was an accident?" Feng Yiju asked with his hands raised. The auras of these two people were not right. Where were they captured by the prison ghosts?
The scholar on the side took a step forward and saluted respectfully: "Master, uncle."
"Get out!" Qiao Changlun glanced at him.
The scholar opened his mouth but did not dare to speak. He saluted respectfully to the three people in the hall, turned around and left the Hall of Eternal Life, and closed the door behind him.
The Palace of Eternal Life has its own mystical powers, and it is difficult for outsiders to find out anything inside the palace when the door is closed.
The scholar smiled after closing the door. The master and Uncle Ge must have seen a lot and had to come to the master. I no longer need to hide it from Master and be beaten every day.
Well, the leader may have to take another beating.
Awesome.
In the Hall of Eternal Life, Feng Yiju still looked elegant: "The two uncles are so murderous. What are you doing? Are they going to beat the nephew again?"
He paused and covered his face with his sleeves: "Uncle, no slaps in the face this time!"
Ge Laodao twitched his beard.
Qiao Changlun looked at Feng Yiju: "The leader does have a lot of ambitions, but we are only over a thousand years old, we are very young, we are not too old to move, right? Why did the sect hide the plan from me? Could it be that I Can’t be trusted?”
Feng Yiju was quiet for a moment: "Why did Uncle Master say this?"
"Chiyang!" Ge Laodao spit out a name.
Feng Yiju was startled and looked confused: "Brother Chi, what's wrong?"
Qiao Changlun shook his head and chuckled: "The leader is afraid that we will deceive you?"
Ge Laodao looked into Feng Yiju's eyes and said leisurely: "Prison ghost, Nuan Yu, if that's not enough, the old Taoist killed Peng Po from the Tianjue Sect with his own hands. The old Taoist was not so confused that he couldn't tell the difference between the life and death of the enemy - but it was one of his own." I can’t tell the difference between life and death, is Ge Hong still alive?”
His voice became somewhat resentful later on.
As expected, his uncle has no real brothers. Ge Hong's father is Ge Laodao's younger brother and Feng Yiju's master. The two grew up together.
Feng Yiju stopped talking.
"Why did you wait without telling me?" Qiao Changlun asked.
Feng Yiju smiled and shook his head: "Without hiding it, the elders allow me to take the entire Qingyuan Sect on an adventure? Without hiding it-" He looked at Ge Laodao.
"Uncle Master is a good drinker. After drinking, he can preach to Wugui for three days. How do you know that the news will not be leaked?"
Ge Laodao opened his mouth and looked like he had been poked in the foot. He wanted to retort but didn't know what to say. He could only hum and mutter some unintelligible words such as "mythical beast" and "dragon turtle".
He looked at Qiao Changlun again: "If you don't hide it, could you masters perform a show that lasts for sixty years?"
Qiao Changlun didn't speak.
After a moment of silence, he asked: "Why do you have to do this? The Qingyuan Sect guards these three thousand Qingyuan Mountains and thousands of miles of Qingyuan Land. Why don't you live a good life?"
There was a flash of struggle on Feng Yiju's face, and after a while he said: "Do you two master uncles know where the ghosts in the prison come from?"
Ge Laodao frowned: "Isn't it Eternal, discovered by us three hundred years ago?"
Feng Yiju shook his head: "The Hell Ghost Space is a special space. I accidentally entered it three hundred and fifty years ago, but at that time the Hell Ghost Space was under Fulong Prison in Taibai Temple!"
Ge Laodao and Qiao Changlun suddenly raised their heads, staring at Feng Yiju with bright eyes.
Feng Yiju chuckled and touched the red crown of the bronze crane next to the leader's throne: "Whoever holds the best ear in Dongyun Mountain will have the prison ghost space appear. Do you two master uncles know what this means?"
The two of them were breathing heavily. Nuanyu came from the prison ghost. Nuanyu was only found in the top ten immortal sects...
Xuantianmen!
"Life and death are in the hands of others. How dare your uncle Qingyuan not resist?"
Ge Laodao opened his mouth: "There's no need to hide it from me and wait!"
"You masters have all become sect masters, haven't you hidden it from me?"
Qiao Changlun waved his hand: "What are you going to do next? Release the prison ghosts. Qingyuan has lost more than 700 disciples on this day alone!"
This was not a fake death like Ge Hong, this was really being sucked by the prison ghosts under his nose.
Feng Yiju looked at the gate of Changsheng Palace: "Of those seven hundred people, more than 130 are true Qingyuan disciples, and the rest are spies from various sects."
Even with the mountain-protecting formation leading the way and trying their best to ensure that every Qingyuan disciple has a golden pagoda, casualties are still unavoidable in the chaos.
"More people from the Qingyuan Sect will probably die next!" Feng Yiju's tone was gentle, but murderous.
Qiao Changlun squinted his eyes, thoughtfully.
Feng Yiju turned to Ge Lao and said, "How does uncle know that prison ghosts can produce warm jade?"
Above the elephant water, Su He suddenly jumped out of the water, looked at the Qingyuan disciples who were being chased by the prison ghost on the shore, and roared fiercely: "Roar! How dare you hurt my Qingyuan disciples, you evil beast!"
With a roar, the water waves rolled up the huge dragon turtle and rushed to the shore.
The disciple on the shore struggled to escape. The golden pagoda above him flickered in and out, and the monk's true energy locked in the golden pagoda was about to be exhausted.
Hearing the shouting from behind, the disciple turned around and saw the divine beast in the door rushing towards him with waves. His face was filled with joy and then shock. There was no golden pagoda on the divine beast!
"Let's go! Let's go quickly. The people imprisoned in my golden tower are already dead. I can't protect you. Let's go quickly!" He was extremely anxious.
"How can a disciple protect the sacred beasts that protect the mountain?"
Su He opened his mouth and roared: "Roar!"
The divine power surged out, and the hell ghosts chasing the disciples were instantly wiped out. The disciple also rolled his eyes and passed out.
There was still an anxious look on his face.
Su He put away the warm jade and looked thoughtful.
The master asked him to save Qingyuan's fellow sect because he was not afraid of being known about his ability - Nuan Yu had always been from the top ten sects, and the top 10 sects were well-informed. The dragon turtle's divine power can kill hell ghosts, so he must have known it for a long time!
In other words, a dragon turtle appeared in Qingyuan Sect - when this news spread, others already knew what they should have known.
So while you're rescuing people, shouting righteous words at the top of your lungs to gain a good reputation isn't too much, right?
Reputation is a good thing, sometimes better than swords and money.
I, Longgui, cherish Qingyuan disciples more than myself - Nuanyu and the like are just incidental.
Even if the divine power does not distinguish between friend and foe, the rescued person will probably be stunned, which is a bit troublesome. There are ghosts everywhere at the moment, but he cannot be left standing here like this.
A sailor carried the unconscious disciple, and the huge waves swept Su He towards the interior of Qingyuan Gate.
Outside the Hall of Eternal Life, Ge Laodao looked proud.
"It turns out to be the power of the Dragon Turtle!" Feng Yiju nodded. Over the past six months, he had collected a lot of information on the Dragon Turtle, and even had unique copies of it from the practice world. His understanding of the Dragon Turtle was no longer what it was half a year ago.
I just didn't know that the dragon turtle's power could also kill hell ghosts, which was a surprise.
He chuckled and shook his head.
Dragon Turtle has made great progress and already knows how to make a name for himself.
At this moment, on the Liuguang River connecting Xuantianmen in Dongyun Mountain, Qiu Hu felt a little uneasy.
The Lixuan Tianmen is still far away, and we won't be able to get there until tomorrow evening at the earliest. We have already used special means to send messages to the sect, and clearly told the story about the Qingyuan Sect.
Unfortunately, the content contained in the summons slip was limited, so he could only give a brief summary - compared to the rampage of prison ghosts, the fact that the dragon turtle bloodline of the turtle in Qingyuan Sect is likely to be terrifyingly high, should be classified as " "Omit" the content, right?
If something is delayed because of this, the blame will not be brought upon him! It’s just that the summons provided by the Foreign Affairs Office was too poor!
