In August, on the mountain forest southeast of Yuguimen Guangxiu Mountain and slightly north of Yuepan Mountain, a group of monks wearing uniform dark robes were flying in the direction of Guangxiu Mountain to observe the style of their clothes. , he is undoubtedly a monk from the Ghost Control Sect.
"Senior brother, I'm afraid you can apply for the use of spiritual land when you return this time, right?"
The person who spoke was a petite female cultivator. She flew next to the male cultivator who was leading the team. The two of them kept a little distance from the others. There were ten people in their group, all of whom were disciples of the Yuguimen Deacon Hall. , this time she came out to perform the task under the order of the sect. However, only she and Senior Brother Wang in the team were disciples of the inner hall of the Deacon Hall, and the others belonged to the outer hall. Therefore, in comparison, the two of them would Closer.
"Yes, I have stayed here for many years on the sixth level of Qi training, and I have finally accumulated enough Deacon Points. When I go back, I plan to apply for a spiritual land, practice in seclusion, and strive to break through to the later stage of Qi training!"
Senior Brother Wang nodded. The number of spiritual lands in the sect is limited. As a disciple of the Deacon Hall, he can have the qualification to use the first-level middle-grade spiritual lands for one month every year. If there are more, he will have to exchange them with deacon points. He has been on missions in various places in the past few years and has accumulated a lot of deacon points. He plans to apply for the use of the first-level high-grade spiritual land after returning this time and try to hit the second hurdle in the Qi training period.
After hearing his words, both the petite female cultivator beside him and the outer disciples behind them all had expressions of envy on their faces - the latter was more obvious, after all, the outer disciples and the inner disciples Incomparable, according to the rules of the hall, they need to perform patrols and other routine tasks for the sect for about half a year every year in order to obtain the right to use the first-level low-grade spirit land for one month. If they apply, they can only apply for the first-level one at most. Middle grade spiritual land.
They are pretty good. After all, they can enter the Deacon Hall, at least if they are young and energetic, or have some martial arts skills. If they are old and incompetent, they will often be sent to the Civil Hall to do something like this. With such trivial matters, those of them should not think about spiritual matters. Even their monthly salary is pitiful. It is basically impossible to make any progress on the path to immortality.
But then again, people who have been sent to the civil hall generally don’t think about cultivation, breakthroughs, etc. What they think about is often to strive to be devolved to the mortal world and then marry more. A few mortal wives and concubines or a few male pets can spend the rest of their lives. Since these people who are devolved can be regarded as the foundation of the Yugui Sect's management of the people under its rule, generally speaking, if there is no big trouble , Yugui Sect will not embarrass these people, let you do whatever you want in the mortal world, as long as you pay everything you need to pay.
Not only the Ghost Control Sect, but actually the management structure of most immortal forces is like this. For example, Luo Yi, who was previously sent by the Jinding Sect to handle the affairs of the Li family, used his connections in the sect to apply for release and became a mortal lord. Now he is also I don’t know how many wives and concubines I have married. To be honest, for people like them, being able to live the rest of their lives in this way is probably the best ending.
"It's great. I don't know how long it will take to save enough..."
The petite female cultivator responded along with his words, but she secretly calculated in her heart that Senior Brother Wang has three spiritual roots, good talent, and a good personality. If he can break through to the late stage of Qi training this time, he may be promoted to the deacon of the inner hall in the future. There is also sex... Thinking of this, she secretly made up her mind that if Senior Brother Wang really made a breakthrough, she would have to strike first and not let anyone else take it away.
The female cultivator glanced at Senior Brother Wang in front of her and bit her lower lip gently. She was about to say something, but she saw Senior Brother Wang suddenly stagnant. He raised his right hand to signal everyone to stop, and shouted loudly: " who……"
His shout dropped as soon as he left his mouth. The petite female cultivator was a little surprised, but when she looked up, a look of surprise appeared on her face. She saw a middle-aged man in the forest not far in front of them. A young man is flying up from it. Although his clothes are quite simple, the faint coercion exuding from his body shows that he is a genuine monk in the foundation building period.
"Wang Zhong, a disciple of Yugui Sect's Deacon Hall, has seen his seniors before, but he didn't know before..."
Seeing that the person coming was an unknown senior foundation builder, Wang Zhong quickly changed his tone and stepped forward, but his words stopped abruptly in the middle of his words. His whole body stiffened suddenly, and his body and head were already separated. He opened it and fell straight to the ground. The eyes and mouth on the head were still open, and the dull pupils showed a faint look of shock and confusion. Maybe he never expected that he would die so suddenly. here.
"Senior Brother Wang!"
Seeing this, the petite female cultivator was so horrified that Gao Gao screamed. The ghost-controlling monks behind her were even more confused. Some screamed, some hurriedly took out weapons, and some ignored the start. They were running for their lives, but the plainly dressed middle-aged monk opposite him took his time, murmuring something in his mouth, and fired a series of metallic spells at the fleeing monks.
To be honest, these spells are all known by the petite female cultivator. She has golden spiritual roots, and she has even used some of them. However, these ordinary spells in her hands are not as powerful as hers in the hands of the foundation-building monks. How much stronger was he when he used it? Those fellow disciples who escaped were just disciples from outside the hall, so how could they have any means of resistance? In less than ten breaths, they were all killed by the sudden appearance of the foundation-building monk.
The surroundings suddenly became silent. The petite female cultivator raised her head in confusion, and found that only she and an outer disciple were left shivering on the spot. The middle-aged man who caused all this was not in a hurry to search for the corpse. , but flew towards him with an expressionless expression.
"ah!!"
When the other party flew closer, the outer disciple beside the petite female cultivator who seemed to be stunned suddenly screamed. He couldn't even hold the weapon in his hand and threw it at the other party without caring. Running away from behind, the petite female cultivator only saw the foundation-building monk in front of her frowning, raising her hand to release a spell. When she looked back subconsciously, sure enough, the spell smoothly passed through the neck of the outer disciple, easily. took his life.
Seeing this scene, the petite female cultivator suddenly became excited, her mind suddenly came to her senses, and she became able to think. She realized that the foundation-building cultivator could undoubtedly kill her easily, but the other party did not do so. Do, for whatever reason, this is her chance to survive.
"senior!"
She shouted, her voice dry and out of tune, but the petite female cultivator did not dare to pause, and said loudly and tremblingly quickly: "Senior, please feel free to ask if you have any questions. I will tell you everything I know, but senior, please leave me alone." A life, whether it is a cow or a horse, depends on the senior!"
