Eight hundred and sixty-five years in the immortal calendar.
The seventh day of April.
A black thundercloud appeared on the dome of Lingshan, and the rumbling sound could be heard by all the immortal disciples in Lingshan.
Looking around, it was actually thousands of miles away. This majestic power attracted the attention of all the immortal sects. Many ancestors opened their eyes and looked towards the top of the Wuji Immortal Sect.
One-third of Lingshan Mountain was covered by thunderclouds, making people look so small in front of the thunderous power.
"Who broke through?"
"Can anyone really survive such a terrifying thunderstorm?"
Among the three thousand immortal peaks of Wuji Immortal Sect, tens of thousands of disciples all raised their heads to look at the thunder clouds above the central immortal peak.
"That's the position of Wuji Peak, it's the headmaster!"
"What? The headmaster has made a breakthrough!"
Many disciples of the Wuji Immortal Sect looked shocked, and were extremely surprised by the great improvement of Master Wuji's cultivation.
But at the same time, they were nervous and afraid of changes.
You must know that the master's cultivation level is the highest among the immortal sects. It is located above the transformation of gods. It has been hidden for hundreds of years and does not care about worldly affairs. It only wants to remain at the level of refining the void and not survive the thunder tribulation.
If there are levels in the world of immortality, then Master Wuji is the group of people with the highest level.
If he breaks through the Thunder Tribulation, then Master Wuji has surpassed Lianxu and can be named a half-immortal.
But if they can't, they don't dare to think about the consequences.
It is undoubtedly a huge blow to Wuji Immortal Sect.
"The Master's Taoism is unfathomable. He has lived for thousands of years and his methods are superb. Everything will be fine." A disciple wearing a Bagua patterned Taoist robe whispered softly.
Not only him, but many disciples of the Wuji Immortal Sect, whether internal or external, or true disciples, comforted themselves like this in their hearts.
However, the next second.
An extremely horrifying scene appeared in front of them.
The originally black thunder clouds turned scarlet, and the billowing calamity clouds spread out to the surroundings. The blood-red thunder clouds seemed to choose people to eat, and their aura was several times more terrifying than before!
"boom!"
With an earth-shaking loud noise, the terrifying thunder calamity finally descended. It was as thick as a dragon and snake, extending from the end of the world, and came into the world. Its power seemed to be able to destroy everything in the world.
The strong thunder and the overwhelming aura of destruction forced many disciples to close their eyes.
Only a few people can see the fairy peak lit up by lightning.
There is clearly the back of an old man.
Under the power of God, it looks lonely and desolate.
The old man was not indifferent, but stretched out his big hand towards the sky.
The spiritual energy within a radius of thousands of miles was quickly evacuated, forming a vortex in the sky, rushing towards the old man. In an instant, the immortal shadow of an awe-inspiring old man rose from Wuji Peak, standing tall on the sky.
This is the spirit of refining the void. After awakening, it can mobilize the power of heaven and earth.
But even such a majestic fairy figure was shattered into pieces in a moment under the blood-red thunder.
"Crack!"
A crisp sound resounded between heaven and earth, and the thunder calamity was like a needle, penetrating the sky and moving the earth, piercing straight towards the old man on the top of the mountain.
He was about to die, but the old man greeted him with a smile, Feng Qingyun said calmly:
"The karma I owe is still too great."
In the end, the desolate figure was destroyed by thunder.
No bones remain and traces are hard to find.
This thunder light illuminates the spiritual mountain and also illuminates the world.
Xu Muchen, the secular gatekeeper of the Wuji Immortal Sect, suddenly woke up and raised his head. His face did not change much from a year ago, but his breath became sharper.
He clearly saw that a large hole had been opened in the great formation in the distant Lingshan Mountain, and all the spiritual energy of heaven and earth had been drained away.
Xu Muchen stood up hurriedly, facing the direction of Lingshan, and shouted sadly:
"Headmaster!"
"farewell."
Many of the disciples at the bottom of the Three Thousand Immortal Peak started crying uncontrollably facing the top of the Immortal Peak.
"Headmaster!"
For a time, the entire Wuji Immortal Sect fell into a heavy and sad atmosphere.
The headmaster was still defeated.
Even the leader of the Immortal Sect, Master Wuji, could not break the shackles of eight hundred years.
But no one has the right to laugh at him.
The thunder tribulation in Lingshan was so huge that all the immortal sects knew about it the moment it happened.
The leader wanted to break through the Mahayana, open the way to ascension, and survive the calamity and death, and the news spread immediately.
For a time, the entire world of cultivating immortals was shocked!
Immortality Taoist Temple, under the ginseng fruit tree.
The master of Changsheng Temple is wearing a yellow Taoist robe, holding a white beard whisk, and his eyes are full of regret.
"This is the fate of the world of immortality."
"Master, why do you say this?" The cute girl with a bun next to her asked in confusion.
The Master of Changsheng Temple shook his head, twirled his beard, and sighed: "In the past eight hundred years, no one except Yanzu has been able to reopen the path to ascension. Isn't it fate?"
"Ask your senior brother to come back. There is no need to guard this door."
"yes."
At the same time, on the fairy palace complex of the Millennium Snow Mountain.
Palace Master Linglong wore a graceful and luxurious palace dress. She looked at the position of Wuji Immortal Sect, frowned and said regretfully:
"Wuji, you still went. The tainted cause and effect will turn into a catastrophe. It's not that you won't repay it. The time has not come yet. This threshold is too high and too big for you and me to cross."
Then, she ordered the female disciple on the side:
"Gather the eight hundred swordsmen of the Immortal Palace to prepare for battle."
Xiao Lingyin Temple.
Pilgrims in the temple were told to leave and no more visitors were accepted.
In the spacious temple, many monks gathered together.
"Abbott, what should we do? The death of Master Wuji will not only be detrimental to Wuji Immortal Sect, but will undoubtedly be a huge blow to the entire Immortal Sect." A half-sleeved Arhat said with a solemn expression.
The old abbot with white eyebrows covering his eyes held a Zen staff and clasped his hands together and said: "The entire Immortal Sect is a whole. Now that disputes have arisen, who can stay out of it? The people of the Demon Sect will never give up and can no longer hide in the world. My Buddha is merciful. How can we sit back and watch the world become chaotic?”
"What does the abbot mean by dispatching the seventy-two golden monks in the temple?"
The old abbot nodded and continued: "We must ensure the safety of Daxia. If the world of immortality is in chaos, the secular world will definitely suffer."
"I see."
In the Wuji Immortal Sect at this time.
The disciples were still immersed in the sad atmosphere, and an old and energetic voice sounded in their minds.
"Everyone cheer up."
Like a bell, it buzzed in my mind.
In front of the Lingtan in front of Wuji Peak, an old fisherman stood there. Although his body was stooped, he carried an extraordinary momentum.
At this time, an elder from the Wuji Immortal Sect appeared in the void and said:
"I know you are all sad, but there are more important things waiting for us right now."
"The rampant monsters in Beizhou have threatened the land of Zhongzhou. This year, the frequency of the appearance of the Demon Sect has increased significantly. As a disciple of the Immortal Sect, I cannot sit idly by."
"From today on, all true disciples will go down the mountain to practice, and the inner and outer disciples must also accept the tasks assigned by the sect."
"In addition, to announce a more important matter, in compliance with the Master's will, the elders unanimously agreed that Elder Hai will take over the position of Master Wuji."
"yes!"
Upon hearing the new rules set by the sect and seeing the elders' reaction, many disciples felt their hearts tremble.
They seemed to understand something.
Obviously, the headmaster's death was not a sudden thing, but had been expected.
The actions of Momen just confirm this point.
Even though the situation became increasingly tense, the old fisherman still stayed close to this spiritual pond, as if he was guarding something.
"Where is the sword holder?"
The old man said calmly.
As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying sword pillar rose from the sky in the central immortal peak.
Ten powerful kendo auras instantly enveloped the entire Wuji Immortal Sect.
"On this trip, we must guard the entrances to the ten spiritual mountains in the human world. There must be no mistakes."
The old man gave the order.
With a "whoosh" sound, ten streams of light scattered straight away.
The kendo aura came and went quickly, disappearing into the sky in an instant.
Many sect disciples were surprised.
"I read that right, there are people in the Infinite Immortal Peak. Didn't it say that it is a forbidden area and no one is allowed to enter? I thought there was no one there."
A young disciple asked doubtfully.
The older senior brother next to him explained patiently: "You entered the sect late, so it's normal that you don't know. It is said that there are ten sword holders in Wuliang Immortal Peak. The master taught them the ancient sword-raising skills. They have been raising swords for hundreds of years. They have been in seclusion to this day, just to cope with the situation. We took action when the sect was in great crisis, and it seems that the situation of Wuji Immortal Sect is no longer optimistic."
"The Demon Sect has been rampant enough this year, but now that the headmaster dies, there will probably be a war."
The disciples of the Wuji Immortal Sect more or less smelled a hint of crisis, but there was no fear on their faces, but a look of determination.
Since the beginning of cultivation, there has been peace for a long time, and many disciples have been eager to try it.
Practicing for immortality, wielding a sword to destroy evil spirits, and ascending to the path of immortality are all for these two things.
So what if you die.
At this moment, Nanyu Mansion.
Zhao Huai, who was about to go out, noticed the fluctuation of spiritual energy in a radius of thousands of miles.
He felt something was wrong and his body floated straight up.
Come to the sky and look at the source of the movement.
I don’t know what happened.
But he had an ominous premonition in his heart.
I took out the golden copper coins and did some divination, and after confirming that I was fine for the time being, I felt relieved.
But I definitely don’t dare to leave this door.
Through Song Zhishu's mouth, he learned that a demon was exposed in Nanyu Mansion. After something like this happened, he indirectly knew that people from the Demon Sect were still looking for him.
Just like a year ago, when facing the old devil of the nether world.
Having the ancestral weapon in his body caused a lot of trouble.
The ten demon sects took action to fight for it.
Fortunately, the people in the Immortal Sect are also very smart. During this year, a large number of monks were set up near Nanyu Mansion to protect them secretly, so they could arrive as soon as possible.
But for a short time, it would be difficult for him to go out.
After returning to the ground, he found that someone was looking for him.
"What's up?"
Zhao Huai asked.
"Your Highness, Mr. Song is looking for you, saying that someone is visiting you." A scholar reported.
"knew."
Zhao Huai nodded, and he unexpectedly discovered that the golden smoke that originally remained on everyone's faces had dissipated.
It turned into an ordinary white.
That is, a color that means nothing.
[Qi-Wang Master] What the fortune teller sees must be something that will happen. This can be guaranteed.
The color of the smoke has changed, and it is not difficult to deduce.
Dayan's overall fortune is slowing down.
Zhao Huai can also understand this.
Today, Dayan wants to go north, but he doesn't need enough time at the moment. In addition, he heard that the Empress of Great Xia has gained quite a reputation this year. She is famous for being wise and martial, and is quite popular among the people.
This was different from what he expected.
Where is the person who promised to kill the female Rakshasa?
He also heard that the empress was arbitrary and overbearing and had not been to court for a year.
A cabinet was specially set up, and all matters were handed over to the cabinet. She only had to look over it. Under such circumstances, her ability to manage the entire country in order was quite abnormal.
Far more than the previous two emperors!
It's not easy to deal with at all.
But he is not in a hurry. He has enough time and is not in a hurry.
He is a cultivator, so he is least afraid of suffering.
Are you wise and mighty?
What about a hundred years from now? Not even a handful of loess.
White smoke, white smoke, it’s normal.
Zhao Huai followed the scribe into the living room. As soon as he entered, he saw Song Zhishu, an old man and a daughter.
His attention first focused on the old man.
The old man had a round bun on his head, and he looked like a Buddhist.
But his appearance and clothing were obviously different. He had a dark face and was very lean. His sapphire green monk's robe exposed half of his shoulders and was covered with dense mantras.
"Your Highness, you are here."
Song Zhishu smiled when he saw Zhao Huai.
"This must be Prince Dayan, who has become famous in the past year."
A female voice sounded next to her.
Just like the clear call of an oriole, loud and gentle yet gentle.
Zhao Huai subconsciously raised his eyes and was stunned for a moment.
What a beautiful woman.
I saw that the woman was wearing a navel-baring bra-covering dress. She was very sexy. She had a red gauze scarf on her shoulders and a long scarf on her head. She was only eighteen or nineteen years old, with a straight nose and skin as beautiful as snow. Very, very beautiful, quite exotic.
To be honest, Zhao Huai has seen so many beauties that he feels that the looks of women in the world cannot be arranged.
Because they all have a unique temperament, such as the lady's gentle and considerate temperament, noble and noble temperament, and sometimes a domineering and stubborn stubbornness.
There is also the straight daughter Qiu Yueqing who is naturally dull and fairy-like, the overbearing and rude sister-in-law Pei Xiangyun, and the petite sister-in-law Pei Xiangyun, plus the cold silver-haired beauty Yin Nanyu who has a dead fish face every day.
Everyone has a different style.
The woman in front of her had a hint of agility in her eyes, and her eyes remained clear in the depths of her eyes, especially the faint smile that seemed to touch people's hearts.
It’s useless no matter how beautiful the other person is.
His heart can no longer hold the excess beauty in the world.
The girl he likes is both the cinnabar mole and the bright moonlight in his heart.
Zhao Huai just glanced at it, and soon he set his sights on the old monk with a bun.
The powerful Nascent Soul!
He makes very decisive judgments.
Through the [Qi Watcher], you can see the smoke on the opponent's face, which is extremely rich.
He is obviously a very strong monk. The aura of the golden elixir monk is definitely not that strong. The old monk's cultivation level is definitely higher than that of Nascent Soul.
In the world of cultivating immortals, there are definitely not many powerful Nascent Souls. They are already extremely powerful monks and can serve as elders of large sects. They can even start a sect alone and be titled as a real person.
Obviously, the identity of the woman in front of him is definitely extraordinary.
At this time, Song Zhishu spoke.
"Your Highness, let me introduce to you, this is the princess of Xizhou Shenluo Gu Kingdom, Luo Ya."
"The person next to me is Wenxiang Bodhisattva from the Divine God Sect."
"Shenluo Gu Kingdom?"
When Zhao Huai heard this name, he immediately started searching in his mind.
In his impression, Xizhou originated in ancient times and has always been occupied by a number of ancient countries. The largest of them are the three kingdoms, Shenluo, Tianluo, and Diluo. They were originally a huge country. Later, with the evolution of history, Split into three.
At the same time, the religious culture in Xizhou is particularly prosperous, with countless sects.
In the eyes of Zhongzhou people, they are called the land of the demon religion and the Gu kingdom.
What are they doing here?
