The only solution is to silence these Ten Thousand Flower Valleys and ask the Jiuhe Ancestor to apologize. But is this possible? impossible!
Not to mention that Chu Cheng is by the side of these Ten Thousand Flower Valley disciples, it would be impossible for the Jiuhe Patriarch to come forward in person.
The man in Tsing Yi is just a branch of the royal family. Even if he is a direct descendant, Jiuhe, who is a monk of the Transformation of God, will not apologize because of a junior Jindan.
In a third-level cultivation country, a Jindan monk can become the overlord of a party and establish himself as an ancestor. He is considered strong anywhere. But at this time, it was just thrown away as garbage.
Golden elixir monks are still insignificant in the eyes of the ancestor of the gods. No friendship that embodies the power of God is of any use.
What's more, this golden elixir monk is just a pile of waste relying on resources.
"You're right to kill." Chu Cheng shook his head, glanced at Mo Tianyi with a half-smile, and then looked at the soldiers. Said: "His death saved almost half of you."
Sooner or later, the man in Tsing Yi will bring devastating disaster to Jiuhe Country.
For example, this time the disciples of Ten Thousand Flowers Valley. If these disciples of Wanhua Valley were killed in a life-and-death battle, Wanhua Valley would not say anything. His skills are just inferior to those of others.
But in the area of Jiuhe Kingdom, and also in the city, he showed his identity. Still being besieged, two female disciples were even used as cauldrons. If this spreads to Ten Thousand Flowers Valley! Jiuhe country is in danger.
This is for prestige. If the Jiuhe Kingdom is not destroyed, where will the face of Wanhua Valley be in the future? He will definitely be laughed at by the other two immortal sects.
Therefore, if Mo Tianyi and others die, Jiuhe will surely perish.
This is the case even if Jiuhe is here. There will also be a heavy price to pay.
"The third prince...is dead..." The soldiers looked at the tower blankly.
"Are they really disciples of the Ten Thousand Flowers Valley?" The middle-aged general looked at these monks in purple clothes and felt frightened.
"Let's go." Chu Cheng glanced at these soldiers and led everyone away from here.
Time passed, and a month passed in the blink of an eye.
In this one, the ancestor of Jiuhe Kingdom ordered the defense of Jiuying City.
The monks from Jiuying City were divided into nine teams. Each team is led by a Nascent Soul monk. There are five golden elixir monks and dozens of foundation-building monks under his command.
These nine teams are controlled by Chu Cheng.
Every three teams patrol the sea every seven days to prevent invasion by sea monsters.
In this month, these nine teams patrolled the sea and only encountered a few third-level sea beasts. It can be said that everything is calm.
But is it really quiet?
Sea beasts have already invaded once, and the seventh-level sea beasts were dispatched, severely damaging the ancestor of Jiuhe. The other end was lurking in a place unknown to everyone, staring at Jiuying City with eager eyes.
There must be calm before the storm.
Everyone was in fear, especially the teams that went out on patrol, and they were worried every time.
It can make monks in the middle stage of divine transformation escape seriously injured. If they meet head-on, they will definitely die.
No one wanted to encounter it, and they also wanted to find the seventh-level sea beast as soon as possible to avoid future troubles.
On this day, the sun was shining brightly, and from the city wall, one could see the sea with green waves. The sea breeze blows, the waves hit the beach, and a muddy fragrance floats, which has a unique smell.
At this moment, on the city wall, on a deck chair. Lying down was a man in a white robe, with long hair scattered on his shoulders, slightly feminine, giving people an ethereal feeling.
Beside him stood two men and one woman.
"Senior, do we want to go out to sea for a walk?" Huang Jiangtao held a feather fan and swiped it towards the man in white robe.
The man in the white robe was Chu Cheng. He smiled, picked up a grape on the side and stuffed it into his mouth.
"If I wasn't here, who would be responsible for the seventh-level sea beast attacking Jiuying City?"
"That's true." Huang Jiangtao smiled awkwardly.
After Chu Cheng finished speaking, he closed his eyes. Take a deep breath of fresh air.
This kind of life is really enjoyable. There are golden elixir monks on the left and right to serve, and there is a powerful Yuanying in the back who calls me senior.
Chu Cheng was very satisfied with his life this month. He listened to the reports of the three Nascent Soul monks every seven days, and then nothing happened.
If this continues for the next two months, everyone will be happy.
After all, he is just a fake god. Although he can fight enemies across levels, his true strength will not be able to last many rounds when compared to the early Yuanying monks.
"Fellow Daoist Mo, if you want to leave here, I can ask someone to let you leave first."
Mo Tianyi shook his head and said, "Junior wants to leave with senior."
Accompanied by the cultivators who transformed themselves into gods, no matter how talented Liu Feng was, he would not dare to take action against them in the face of absolute strength.
"Well, that's good. You will go to Daluo Kingdom with me in two months." Chu Cheng didn't care. It wouldn't be boring if he had several people to accompany him. Moreover, the Daluo Kingdom is too big. The total area is the size of a hundred Jiuhe Kingdoms. It is always good to have someone to guide the way.
The sound of breaking through the sky sounded in the distance, and a green figure appeared in everyone's sight.
"Hey, Miss Jiulv!" Huang Jiangtao saw the person clearly and immediately laughed.
This woman in green clothes was specially sent to Chu Cheng. She was tall and tall, and her cultivation had reached the late stage of Jindan.
Huang Jiangtao's eyes lit up as soon as he saw Jiulu.
Jiulu ignored Huang Jiangtao and came to Chu Cheng in a flash.
"Senior Qi, my ancestor asked you to come over. A god-transformation monk has arrived."
"God Transformation Monk? How many are there?" Chu Cheng's eyes suddenly opened and he asked immediately.
"Reporting to my predecessors, there are three great masters coming to my Jiuhe." Jiulu replied.
"I guess... three people came in one breath." Chu Cheng's face was slightly stern, and he suddenly felt a lot of pressure.
"Okay! I'll meet the three fellow Taoists." Chu Cheng stood up. "You just stay here and always pay attention to the situation in the sea."
Under the leadership of Jiulu, we soon arrived at the campus behind the mansion.
"Senior, this junior will take your leave first." Jiulu said respectfully.
"Um."
Inside are all powerful gods, Jiulu and a golden elixir cultivator. Naturally, you are not qualified to enter.
Chu Cheng walked into the courtyard and saw the Jiuhe ancestor sitting on a wooden chair talking and laughing with three people.
There were two men and one woman. One of the men looked younger than forty from his face, and his gray hair showed all his vicissitudes of life.
The other one was an old man wearing colorful clothes, which seemed a bit nondescript.
And that woman, as elegant as an orchid, is a young woman under thirty, exuding charming charm in every move she makes.
Of course, no one would think that this young woman is only in her thirties, and almost all the monks who transform themselves into gods are thousands of years old.
"Ancestor Jiuhe!" Chu Cheng walked into the courtyard and saluted with clasped fists.
For ancestor Jiuhe, Chu Cheng was quite grateful. Because he received the sword seal mark, his understanding of the sword's meaning became deeper and deeper.
It can be said that as long as Chu Cheng can successfully cultivate to the perfection of Nascent Soul, the door to the realm of transformation will be opened.
As for whether to use sword intent to step into the gods, it depends on Chu Cheng's choice.
The killing power of sword intent is very strong. Among the many artistic conceptions, there are many that are stronger than it.
The three god-transformation monks heard the voice. They all frowned.
"Jiuhe, is this your descendant?" The old man in colorful clothes frowned, looking at this little monk who was in the foundation-building realm with some displeasure.
