Qianji Pavilion, Tongyou Hall.
The five immortal sects, Yuanying and Golden Core cultivators gathered together, all with solemn expressions.
The head of the Chiyang Taoist Sect, Zhenjun Luo Yan, is a middle-aged man with black hair. His hair is tied with a golden flame Taoist crown. He sits there quietly, and there are bursts of hot breath flowing. As soon as he takes his seat, he first looks at the first seat on the right. The old man with white eyebrows above him frowned, pursed his lips and said, "Why don't you see Old Man Qianji?"
The past leaders of Qianji Pavilion have all been Old Man Qianji, and Old Man Qianji of this generation is the senior brother of Old Man Baimei.
There was some doubt in Zhenjun Luo Yan's words, but the white-browed old man smiled slightly and didn't take it to heart. "Senior brother has been living on the Tower of Babel all year round. Senior brother will not come down easily before the time comes."
The Qianji Pavilion is like this. In the past, the old man Qianji always lives on the tower that reaches the sky, which is the tower that seems to reach into the clouds in the center of the Daqian capital. Most of the trivial matters in the Qianji Pavilion are done by Bai Mei. It's up to the old man to decide.
The heads of the Immortal Sects naturally knew about this, but the fact that Old Man Qianji still did not show up about the demon clan might not be another way of indicating that the demon clan at this time could not pose much of a threat to the Eastern Continent.
Most of the Nascent Soul monks present here are foxes with thousands of years of experience. They understood a lot without further explanation, and the expressions on their faces became more relaxed.
"The Taoist friends from the Demon Clan have sent back the news that there are three gods in the twelve main cities of the Demon Clan, but in fact there are five." The first one to speak was Kongwu Zhenjun from Jianzhai. The news that was spoken was explosive.
The Nascent Soul cultivators had not yet reacted, but a group of Golden Elixir disciples moved slightly.
"I had expected that people from the Demon Clan are always full of lies, cunning and deceptive. What they say and do is even worse than the Fox Clan!" Zhenjun Luo Yan tapped his fingers twice on the armrest, coldly. He said with a snort, his face full of undisguised disgust and contempt for the demons.
The old man with white eyebrows smiled noncommittally and said in a warm voice, "The divination that the Taoist friends from Jianzhai asked us in Qianji Pavilion has also come to fruition."
The head of Jianzhai and Master Yijian both looked at the white-browed old man instantly.
"That Wu Xie San practitioner should be in a trapped situation at the moment. As for where he is, it's a coincidence that it's the west side." The old man with white eyebrows stroked his long snow-white beard, and with a smile, he stretched out his hand and tapped the west side.
Western Continent, the land of demons.
"I heard that Si Wuxie, Wuxie Sanren, is not a human race?" Zhenjun Luo Yan looked at the two Yuanying monks in Jianzhai with obvious doubts in his eyes.
Kongwu Zhenjun sneered, "Although Taoist Wuxie is neither a human nor a demon, his biological father is a monk who transformed into gods from the human race in the past, his biological mother is a princess of the demon clan, and his adoptive father is a monk who guarded the Abyss of Uncertainty back then. , although he is unruly, casual, and his behavior is both good and evil, but if you say that he has harmful intentions to our human race, I am afraid you are overthinking it."
"He doesn't care about humans or demons at all. He only acts based on his heart. In my opinion, Taoist Wuxie is much more magnanimous than some people." Zhenjun Kongwu's words were quite euphemistic, but Zhenjun Yijian's words were... It was much more straightforward and sharp, especially the eyes that were looking at the Nascent Soul cultivators of Chiyang Dao Sect without concealment.
Sure enough, when Zhenjun Luo Yan saw Zhenjun Yijian's appearance, his face immediately turned dark.
Speaking of which, Chiyang Daozong has always claimed to be the head of the Immortal Sect and the number one in the Eastern Continent. Although this attitude cannot be refuted by the other Immortal Sects, it will not be well received either.
It's really uncomfortable to feel like someone is dictating everything.
As for Yijian Zhenjun, he has a purely personal grudge with Chiyang Daozong.
"Don't worry, Taoist Wu Xie doesn't bother to lie." True Lord Kong Wu has no personal enmity with Chiyang Dao Sect, and he is the head of the Sword Studio. Naturally, he will not be as casual as True Lord Yi Jian, who just laughs loudly and starts talking nonsense. He opened the topic and added a sentence for Zhenjun Yijian.
"I have also seen the innocent Taoist friend. Although he is both good and evil, his heart is pure. Taoist Luo Yan, please feel at ease." The white-browed old man also smoothed things over with a smile, which immediately diluted the tense situation just now. .
"Where's Zi Wei? Have you researched the formation?" Chong He Zhenjun had seen enough of the excitement and was finally willing to speak.
Ziwei?
Lingchu, who had been quietly standing behind his master and senior brother in the background, fluttered his eyelashes and raised his eyes slightly.
Is it Su Ziwei, Master Su? That Master Su who taught Lingchu Formation back then?
Speaking of which, Lingchu had rarely seen Master Su during his intermittent stay in the sect over the years, especially since the return of the Infinite Sea. He had never seen him or even heard rumors about him.
At that time, Lingchu made some inquiries, but no one knew where Master Su had gone.
It turns out that Uncle Su is in Qianji Pavilion?
Su Ziwei can be said to be the most talented being in the formation of the younger generation of the Sanqing Dao Sect. Although her cultivation is still at the level of Golden Elixir, her spiritual consciousness is comparable to that of a Nascent Soul monk, and she can break into the Nascent Soul at any time.
However, in recent years, because of the demon clan's affairs, she was sent to Qianji Pavilion by Zhenjun Chonghe to study the demon clan's altar formations together with the leaders of the formations among the five immortal sects.
Su Ziwei was very interested in the demon clan's altar formation, and she had no intention of spending any time to break through.
In addition to Su Ziwei from Sanqing Dao Sect, there are also formation masters from Chiyang Dao Sect, Jianzhai, Qianji Pavilion and Fuyou Palace, all studying formations in Qianji Pavilion.
When Chong mentioned it to Zhenjun, the monks from the remaining sects naturally looked at the white-browed old man with concern.
A big smile appeared on the face of the old man with white eyebrows, and fine lines bloomed on his snow-white face. He looked very happy, "Fellow Daoist Su and the formation masters of each sect really deserve the name of master. How can it be possible for a mere demon formation?" It’s rare to live with all the masters here.”
Seeing the old man with white eyebrows looking like this, it was obvious that he had good news.
"Under the day and night study of the Immortal Sect's formation masters, the operation methods, characterization methods, and raw materials of the demon formations have all been cracked. Those formations set up on the Eastern Continent, want to crack , Now it is a piece of cake, and fellow Taoists have even specially developed a detection method. As long as there is enough spiritual power to support it, the demon formations within a radius of thousands of miles are inescapable."
As soon as these words came out, all the monks present were refreshed.
What worries them is not that these altars of the demon clan are hidden. The Eastern Continent is so big and has so many mountains that it is so hard to find them. But now the formation masters of each sect have not only cracked the demon formations, but also figured out how to find them. It's not much easier to find a way.
For a moment, the expressions on everyone's faces were uncontrollably filled with joy.
However, the white-browed old man smiled slightly, and when everyone was happy, he spoke without changing his expression and dropped a piece of bombshell news, "It's too early for you to be happy. If that's all, how can we call it our Donglu Formation?" Master Fa?"
The monks were startled and looked at the white-browed old man with burning eyes.
"The demon altar transmits the demon cultivators to our Eastern Continent. What if we reverse this formation?" The old man with white eyebrows slightly tightened his snow-white beard, and there was a rare expression in his always gentle eyes. The light revealed.
Hee hee hee~~~ He secretly covered his mouth and smiled without saying a word. Did any book friends guess it? When I was writing the altar, I dug a hole without saying anything. Hey hey hey, stealing from home and stealing from home! You think it’s the back door of my house, but it’s actually yours! Moreover, he dug a hole without saying anything! What's the point of stealing? (Does this count as a spoiler? It probably doesn’t count. Smart book lovers will definitely be able to guess it! Take it seriously)
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