"Senior Brother Jiang, Senior Brother Jiang!"
"Senior brother, the Wanhun Sect is extremely shameless, the sect's protective formation is like a tortoise shell, and the disciples suffered heavy casualties!"
"Senior brother, senior brother, stop thinking about your useless magic, get out of the mountain quickly!"
The woman's oriole-like voice resounded throughout the entire valley.
At this time, a yellow light flashed in the sky far away, and a bearded old man wearing a jade crown and yellow robe suddenly appeared.
He looked at the girl in the red dress, his beard rising in anger.
"Senior brother, what's called ancestor? That's your ancestor."
"I don't!" Wen Yuehan curled her lips: "Senior Brother Jiang obviously entered the school at the same time as me."
"Look at Jiang Ning, and look at you, has he reached the Dzogchen Perfection of Nascent Soul? As for you, you haven't fully cultivated the Golden Elixir yet, and you both have Heavenly Spiritual Roots. I'm so embarrassed for you!"
Wen Yuehan glanced at Master Xu twice and said:
"The leader of the Righteous Path Alliance is 1,200 years old, just like you. How come you are the leader of the alliance while you, master, are still in the middle stage of Nascent Soul?"
"I'm so angry!"
"You can't teach a boy!" Master Xu angrily shook his sleeves.
Another ray of light flew from the sky, and a fat man in black clothes appeared, riding a gourd.
"Is Ancestor Jiang not out of seclusion yet?" he asked.
"Yes, Senior Brother Lu, Senior Brother Jiang is playing with his bad magic again." Wen Yuehan said helplessly.
After hearing this, Senior Brother Lu shook his head: "None of his spells are useful."
"Are you going down the mountain for a trip?" Wen Yuehan asked.
"No, I'm doing serious business!" Senior Brother Lu patted his treasure gourd.
"He's been here and there all day long!"
"Then you have wronged me. This is what Ancestor Jiang told me to go to the Southern Territory to look for someone. I heard that he is looking for someone from his hometown. I have been guarding the Southern Territory for ten years, but there is nothing. Alas!"
The old man in yellow robe next to him said coldly: "On the contrary, a few old guys from the Righteous Dao Alliance came to the door and asked me to give an explanation. They said that my eldest disciple had a private life-long contract with someone. It would be better for you, there must be three of them!"
Lu Wenhao: "Master, you are wronged, that was not of my own free will!"
The old man in yellow robe flicked his sleeves and said seriously: "For the sake of your filial piety for the sect, I will not hold you accountable. You must treat those little girls well. Your share of the Foundation Establishment Pills within fifty years will be I made the decision for them so that other sects wouldn’t laugh!
Lu Wenhao did not dare to speak. The master was usually pleasant, but if he was really angry, he would not be able to take advantage of him.
"Master, what Ancestor Jiang told us will continue. It has been more than two hundred years, and there is still no trace of the so-called old friends in his hometown. If this continues, I'm afraid it will be in vain."
The old man in yellow robe gave an order: "If you are asked to do it, you will do it. Where does all the nonsense come from? Not only do you have to do it, but you also need to increase my efforts and send ten more foundation-building monks to double the resources for cultivating immortals every year. Once anyone discovers the news, we will give you another pill-forming resource."
"Yes, Master!" Lu Wenhao was very obedient and said again:
"Master, you are going to the Beiting to discuss matters today, can you take me with you?"
"Children, don't get involved!" the old man in yellow robe said, sighing inwardly.
The last time the North Court discussed matters was eight thousand years ago. In that war, more than a dozen Nascent Soul Dzogchen and hundreds of Nascent Soul monks died.
The world of cultivating immortals has almost lost its orthodoxy. I wonder what kind of disaster will happen to this world of cultivating immortals this time.
Just as he was sighing in his heart, the thousand-foot-high mountain peak in front of him suddenly flashed with a dazzling red light. The red light instantly expanded, and finally it was as high as the thousand-foot mountain peak, like a flaming giant holding the sky and the earth. , the scorching temperature swept over.
Uncle Xu flicked his sleeves, and a huge white light curtain quickly unfolded, covering the peaks with a radius of hundreds of miles to prevent them from being burned by the flames.
Wen Yuehan is a golden elixir monk with excellent eyesight. She looked at the figure in white among the flame giants. The man in white was about twenty-seven years old, with an unparalleled handsome appearance. His eyes were like mountains and rivers, the sun and the moon, but there was no emotion in them. Like a pool of cold water.
Touching those eyes, the admiration on Wen Yuehan's face slowly dissipated, leaving her feeling a little more lonely.
After practicing the "Shensheng Bingpo Jue" to the extreme, there is no joy, anger or joy in the whole person.
Whenever Wen Yuehan faces Jiang Ning alone, she always thinks that he is not a person, but a puppet, a puppet without any emotions.
She forced a smile: "Master, Senior Brother Jiang is so indifferent, why is his Nascent Soul's true body a flaming giant?"
"Shouldn't it be an ice giant?"
Uncle Xu stood with his hands behind his hands. He looked at the flames that occupied half of the sky and suddenly said:
"Your senior brother Jiang's Heavenly Spiritual Root is the Fire Spiritual Root."
Wen Yuehan and Lu Wenhao were in disbelief and said at the same time:
"Fire Spirit Root, then why can he practice the 'Shensheng Ice Soul Art'?"
Master Xu shook his head. He didn't know clearly that if he had not attended the Beiting meeting today, he would not have spoken out about this matter. However, if he went there this time, life or death would be uncertain. Sooner or later, the future of the sect would be in the hands of these two people.
A figure in white clothes stood on the hand of the flame giant. The big flame hand held the white clothes, and the scorching temperature could not hurt him at all.
The flame giant ran forward, and the ground bumped and shook. His huge body stretched into a full bow, and his giant hand resolutely threw it out. With incomparable power, the man in white flew out, instantly piercing the sky.
"Boom, boom, boom!" The explosion shook the world, and the thick clouds in the sky were pierced in half by the extremely powerful airflow, and a white mark extended thousands of miles away.
Master Xu withdrew his gaze and looked at the two apprentices with contempt in his eyes.
Wen Yuehan wanted to speak, but didn't.
Lu Wenhao, who was playing gourd, lowered his head. Every time he saw Jiang Ning showing off his power, he would feel like he was living in a dog's body. He obviously started at the same time, but in the end, he had already reached Nascent Soul Dzogchen and he was still there. Golden elixir realm.
'Fortunately, Senior Brother Jiang doesn't have as many Taoist companions as I do. "Lu Wenhao comforted himself like this and felt much better.
"Lu Wenhao." Uncle Xu called his name.
"exist!"
"Two exotic golden elixir demon cultivators came out of Youjue Ridge and dared to loot the Yan family's elixir garden. The ancestor of the Yan family asked for help. Please go and take a trip!" Uncle Xu said, preparing to find something for his eldest disciple to do.
When Lu Wenhao heard about the golden elixir demon cultivator, he was horrified:
"Master, do you want your disciple to die!?"
Uncle Xu glared at him angrily: "The golden elixir that just broke through."
"So that's it. A few little golden elixirs are actually arrogant in the realm of our Luoyun Sect. They are simply bullying our sect. Let's see me, Master Lu, take care of them!" Lu Wenhao said with a straight face and bold words.
He threw the gourd, and the gourd, which was originally as big as a wine pot, swelled to more than ten feet. He rode the gourd to ride the wind and left.
Watching the evil disciple leave, Uncle Xu looked at the other evil disciple, and he threw out a palm-sized boat:
"Use it first. You can go to Wanhun Sect and look at your Ancestor Jiang."
"I'm going to visit the sect." Uncle Xu said this, raised his feet, shrunk to an inch, and crossed a few hundred meters.
Seeing the small boat magic weapon, Wen Yuehan quickly held it in his arms. This was Master's flying magic weapon. It was rare that he was so generous today.
…
When Wen Yuehan rushed to the Wanhun Sect, she saw a mountain broken into several sections. The fractures were extremely smooth, as if they had been split into pieces by a sword. The main vein of the Ten Thousand Soul Sect was originally two thousand feet high, but now it is only five hundred feet high.
Five hundred feet away, a huge purple leopard was covered in purple blood, lying on the mountain, dying miserably.
Wen Yuehan knew that it was the sect monster of the Ten Thousand Souls Sect, which was in the Nascent Soul realm and was now dead.
She continued to fly forward, the light flashed in the sky, the monks from the two sects fought desperately, accompanied by screams from time to time, and figures fell from the sky.
Wen Yuehan flew to the back mountain, and within his consciousness, Senior Brother Jiang was standing in front of several trees, motionless.
Wen Yuehan fell from the spirit boat and landed behind Jiang Ning.
She looked at the white-clothed figure in front of her, her thoughts flowing, and finally turned into a sigh:
"Senior Brother Jiang, why are you staring at a few locust trees?" She recognized those trees. Although they were rare, there was nothing special about them.
Jiang Ning said nothing, just stood quietly.
After a while, he stretched out his hand to grab the entire mountain and lifted it up. With his other hand, he drew a huge spiritual formation door. He took the mountain with him, stepped into the door, and disappeared.
Wen Yuehan looked at the closed spiritual door with a look of astonishment, then stamped her feet hard!
Senior Brother Jiang obviously knows the formation, why doesn't she take him with her, and she has to fly back again!
Ten days later, Jiang Ning stood on the edge of the cliff, as dumb as the locust tree next to it.
The yellow light flashed, and Master Xu fell beside him.
"Junior Brother Jiang, Beiting issued an edict that every sect in Zhongzhou should produce at least one Nascent Soul monk, five Golden Pills, fifty Foundation Builders, and hundreds of Qi Training disciples."
"Brother Wei is leaving, and the sect will be left to you from now on."
Jiang Ning was silent.
Uncle Xu smiled. He had long been accustomed to Jiang Ning's character. He handed over a sign and said:
"Oh, just now I went to pay homage to the ancestors of our Luoyun Sect. I told them that from now on, the sect will be handed over to you, junior brother, so that I can live up to the sect. They didn't say anything. I guess they must have agreed. After all, you They are the only two Nascent Souls that have reached the Great Perfection since the founding of our Luoyun Sect."
"With you here in the future, we can ensure the glory of our Luoyun Sect for thousands of years."
"I know you don't like trivial matters, don't worry, I won't let you take care of it for a long time. When Wen Yatou and Lu Xiaozi break through Yuanying, let them take care of things immediately!"
"Whatever you want to do in the future, just give them your orders. If they say anything, you'll give me a good beating!"
Jiang Ning still said nothing. Master Xu didn't feel disgusted, but kept talking.
"Beiting recruited the Righteous Alliance, the Zhongzhou royal family, the seven major families, and the Hehuan Sect."
"Speaking of the Hehuan Sect, I remembered that a few years ago, a little girl from the sect came to find you. After thirty years of grinding, you just didn't say a word and made her angry. I heard that you have made a breakthrough now. Nascent Soul."
"Hey, you're the real deal!"
"The war in Beiting this time is rumored to be to protect the world of immortality. The three elders of Beiting used the sky-observation technique to deprive the Eastern Region of its energy and even the laws of heaven and earth. The other party seems to be another powerful force. It has never been seen before. Active in Zhongzhou territory."
"They arrested two people. Those people didn't cultivate spiritual power, but something called source power. Hey, it's really strange."
"After searching for souls, they started attacking the Eastern Territory hundreds of years ago. If it hadn't been for a great monk from the Eastern Territory, I'm afraid they would still be in the dark!"
"If you encounter this kind of thing in the future, you must be careful. If anyone dares to deprive our Luoyun Sect of the laws of heaven and earth and destroy our orthodoxy, you must kill them for me!"
Uncle Xu thought to himself: 'It's a pity that I can no longer see you showing off your power. This war involves the orthodoxy of the world of immortality, and it will definitely be a fight to the death...'
'I'm afraid I won't be able to come back. '
Uncle Xu could only feel regretful. He took out a bottle of wine, poured a sip into his mouth, and smacked his lips without the style of a master of a sect.
Then he turned the flagon upside down and poured the rest of the wine onto the floor.
"Junior brother, I'm leaving."
"Protect my Luoyun Sect's orthodoxy."
Master Xu was about to turn into a escaping light. He hesitated for a moment and said:
"Senior Brother Cheng...ask me to apologize to you on his behalf before he passes away."
"He said you shouldn't be allowed to practice that technique."
After saying this, Master Xu turned into a ray of light and left.
Cliff, next to a tree.
Jiang Ning was still standing, his expression unchanged from beginning to end.
(End of chapter)
