"However, I am here to look for you today. One of the reasons is to congratulate you. The other reason is that there is another thing. I have been thinking about it for a long time, and I still think I should remind you."
The sudden sound came into his ears, making Lingchu slightly startled. He glanced at Wang Shaoyuan, who still had a trace of smile in front of him.
"What's the matter?"
The voice was slightly condensed, and Lingchu knew that in just a few contacts, it was enough to see that Wang Shaoyuan was not a nosy person. Since it was something that made him hesitate repeatedly and specifically reminded him, it must not be a trivial matter.
Wang Shaoyuan did not answer immediately, but first talked about the Deep Sea Demonic Eye more than ten years ago.
"When the Deep Sea Demonic Eye changed, do you still remember it?"
This question received a speechless look from Lingchu.
Wang Shaoyuan chuckled lightly, "Of course, we are all those who have experienced it, so we understand it clearly. However, do you know the origin of the devil who attacked us at that time?"
In the case of the Deep Sea Demonic Eye, although the visitor hid his identity, the monks present were not ordinary people, and the visitor did not hide his actions too much at that time.
"Demon cultivator!"
Lingchu's voice was cold, and the elders of the Floating Palace later killed the demons, which is the best proof.
"Yes, that demon cultivator, named Lord Black Crow, is one of the twelve sages of the demon clan. At that time, he used the method of sacrifice to send away part of the demon lord who was suppressed by the Deep Sea Demonic Eye. Everyone The Immortal Sect originally thought that after the Demon Lord left, there would be a bloody storm, and even reached a deal with the casual cultivator. After that incident, they secretly hunted for that existence. However, in more than ten years, Eastern Continent It has been calm all the time, even when the Demon Clan lost a Venerable, there was no disturbance at all."
Hearing this, Lingchu frowned slightly and asked with some confusion, "With the existence of that demon lord, there are still people in the demon clan who dare to call themselves venerable?"
Among the monks, titles are still very important. For example, the real person in the realm of golden elixir, the real king in the realm of Yuanying, and the real lord in the realm of transformation into gods will never easily go too far and confuse the titles.
Since there is a demon lord, how can there be a venerable one?
There are very few records of the Demon Clan in the Eastern Continent. The Sanqing Dao Sect has a profound background, so there must be records. However, unless necessary, Lingchu and other Immortal Sect disciples will not go out of their way to understand the specific situation of the Demon Clan.
"Ha," Wang Shaoyuan seemed to know a lot about the demon clan and sneered, "those so-called venerables were not called this when the demon lord was alive. They were called envoys, the demon lord's envoys. Later, the Demon Lord was suppressed, and the Demon Clan did not have a new Demon Lord who could unify the Demon Clan for a long time. Those envoys had a transcendent status. Gradually, they changed their titles and called themselves Venerables. Naturally, they sounded better than the Envoys. A lot."
Lingchu never expected that it would be such a reason. For a moment, he felt a strange sense of difficulty in looking directly at the so-called venerables of the demon clan.
"These sages, some old and new, as time goes by, seven or eight of them have their own thoughts. Black Crow is one of the very few who extremely supports the existence of the demon lord. The demons are crazy enough. , and it’s extreme enough. It’s really ridiculous for a monk from the Yuan Dynasty to sacrifice his life of flesh and blood just to release the demon king.”
"What you are going to say is related to the demon who escaped from the part?" Lingchu was thoughtful and did not inquire why Wang Shaoyuan knew so many things about the demons, nor did he express his doubts about the identity of his master. , but asked bluntly.
Wang Shaoyuan calmed down his emotions slightly, nodded, and shook his head, "Yes, but it doesn't count. I was saved by my master during the space turbulence, and then I stayed in seclusion for several years. After I came out again, I also I once inquired about the Demon Lord, but after the Demon Lord escaped from the Demonic Eye of the Deep Sea, there was no news at all, and there was no trace to be traced. It can be said that the East Continent was calm. Later, I went to the Abyss of Uncertainty. On the one hand, it is because it is the place closest to the Demon Clan in the Eastern Continent. If there is any change in the Demon Clan, Abyss should be the first to have problems. On the other hand, it is because of the special nature of my technique."
When it comes to martial arts and his master, Wang Shaoyuan just mentions them all. Lingchu naturally won't ask further questions. At present, it seems that no matter what the relationship between Wang Shaoyuan's master and the demons is, at least they should not be in the same camp. The enemy of the enemy is naturally Just friends.
It's not a bad thing if you don't ask.
"I have been in Abyss for a full ten years. It was not until a few years ago that I was truly sure that something was wrong with Abyss!"
"Bu Zhiyuan, something went wrong!"
At the same time, in the back hall where the Yuanying monks were gathered, Zhenjun Chonghe sat on him, his expression became serious, and he said in a deep voice.
The Nascent Soul monks would naturally not be crowded together with other monks, but would have a separate banquet in the back hall.
The hall here is now covered with various restrictions and formations, isolating everything inside and outside.
As Chonghe Zhenjun finished speaking, several figures slowly emerged from the empty seats in the hall.
Old Man Qianji of Qianji Pavilion, True Lord Yijian of Jianzhai, True Lord Nanwu of Chiyang Dao Sect, and... True Lord Dingyun of Floating Palace.
All in all, these Nascent Soul Lords are all old acquaintances.
In particular, Lord Yijian of Jianzhai changed his previous sloppy attitude and sat upright. He was even neatly groomed. His black hair was tied high, with a few strands of hair hanging down by his cheeks, and his eyebrows were like swords. , his face shows the calmness and ease after the vicissitudes of life.
For a moment, he really looked like a swordsman.
It's just that his eyes are always squinting to the left and forward involuntarily, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth is really silly.
He seemed to be suppressing his smile, but he couldn't help but smile.
Duanyi Zhenjun, who was sitting sideways, squinted his eyes downwards, raised the corners of his mouth slightly and snorted slightly, picked up the wine glass and drank the wine in one gulp.
The Lord Yijian below also subconsciously picked up his wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.
The interaction between the two could not be concealed from the old foxes present, especially when they saw the sudden change in the image of Lord Yijian. Except for a few Yuanying monks of the older generation, the remaining Yuanying monks felt their eyes twitch.
Chonghe Zhenjun glanced at Zhenjun Duanyi helplessly, and then looked at the somewhat naive Yijian Zhenjun below, and his mood improved a lot.
Very well, our elders have the upper hand.
Then the next moment, there was no time to talk to the two of them.
"Senior Qianji, please tell me your motto again to the fellow Taoists present." Zhenjun Chonghe saluted Old Man Qianji with his sleeves and said politely.
Old Man Qianji nodded, and several golden streamers flew out of his sleeves.
The dark golden copper coins are round on the outside and square on the inside, vibrating in the void, as if being thrown by an invisible hand.
The top of the stem shakes and the bottom of the sky is thunderous.
