Floating in the air, looking at the rolling mountains surrounding the forbidden area and radiating outwards, the disciples were flying in the forest, cranes were flying in the sky, and light was flowing everywhere.
On various mountaintops, faintly visible rich auras continuously spurted out from the spiritual veins and spread to the surroundings.
It was also trapped in an area by the third-level sect-protecting formation, forming a spiritual environment that far exceeded the outside world.
On several main peaks, many spiritual creatures are already thriving in the spiritual fields.
Originally, many of them could not be used because they had been planted for too short a period of time, but due to a spiritual energy tide, many of them had some climate, and some of them were already hundreds of years old.
Scenes emerged in Wang Zijia's heart, and Wang Zijia showed a satisfied smile.
The Wanyu Sect in ancient times should have been like this!
The Demon Suppressing Sect has been developing for 8,000 years, so it should have a certain climate!
In particular, there should be a third spiritual energy tide in as short as a few decades or as long as two to three hundred years. If we seize the last opportunity, we should be able to cultivate many sacrificial wines and real monks!
Various thoughts came to mind, and Wang Zijia strolled around the Demon Suppressing Sect before drifting to the main peak.
"I've met the ancestor!"
"Meet the Patriarch!"
"······"
It wasn't until Wang Zijia landed in the main hall at the top of the mountain that many disciples realized what he was doing. They were stunned for a moment and then immediately greeted him.
Wang Zijia nodded slightly in response and walked into the main hall of the main peak.
In a moment, Li Lexin came in a hurry.
Now he is mainly responsible for coordinating, and the remaining two deputy leaders and elders Mo Yunzi and Demon Lord Ling Yanlan are running around the world.
"I've met the founder!" Li Lexin said a full set of salutes to Wang Zijia. After all, it was Wang Zijia's first time to come to the main hall of the main peak.
Wang Zijia sat on the huge jade throne in the center of the hall, nodded and said: "How is the collection of spiritual objects after the tide now?"
"Grandmaster, we are advancing rapidly now." Li Lexin hesitated for a moment before speaking, and then added:
"But because we only have the core continent that has not been lost yet, and the remaining two continents have all been lost, the progress in collecting spiritual objects on the other two continents is almost zero."
Wang Zijia frowned and said: "Pass the decree and disperse your actions. If there is danger, there is no need to open an altar. Just ask me directly."
"I will be sitting here for a month, and most of the collection of spiritual objects in this continent needs to be completed in the rest of the month."
"Respect the Patriarch's decree!" Li Lexin immediately bowed.
"In addition, all sects have been informed that the third restricted area will gather in one and a half months." Wang Zijia thought for a moment and said solemnly:
"This matter cannot be delayed any longer. The second spiritual energy tide has just passed, and the upper limit of the power of Qinglian Realm will only slowly increase."
"Once promoted to the Infant God Realm, there may be a catastrophe in the third restricted area, and there may even be a risk of annihilation. Even I may not be able to do anything by then!"
Hearing this, Li Lexin suddenly raised his head and looked at Wang Zijia with a look of horror on his face. With some confusion and confusion.
Wang Zijia explained: "The middle three realms of cultivation from the fourth to the sixth realm are called the three realms of the divine king."
"The reason why it has such a title is because at this stage, Shinto is the strongest of all the ways."
"The third forbidden area is obviously a forbidden area for divine evil. Once a small world like Qinglian breaks out, it will only be easy to destroy the world."
"I am telling you this because I hope that when you pass on the law, you will tell the various factions about the dangers involved and understand the power of it, so that there will be fewer people who take advantage of it."
Li Lexin collected his thoughts for a moment, and then said respectfully: "Disciple knows, when the time comes, all factions in the world will be mobilized to gather outside the third restricted area."
Wang Zijia nodded and said: "Just pass it on to the higher-ups. It's useless to tell the lower-level people about this kind of thing. It can also easily cause panic, which is disadvantageous."
"Disciple understands!" Li Lexin replied.
Seeing this, Wang Zijia waved his hand and said to see the guests off: "Go down, I'm waiting for everyone to invite you."
"Yes!" Hearing this, Li Lexin saluted again and hurriedly retreated.
Wang Zijia sat cross-legged in the main hall.
In this way, Wang Zijia either sealed a few skills into a book every day, or made two jade talismans, or asked for help through his disciples, or sent avatars, or multitasked to go there in person to carry out rescues in various places.
However, in January, Wang Zijia quickly became familiar with the changes in his own strength.
The sense of self-inflatedness and discomfort caused by the rapid improvement in strength quickly subsided.
In addition, a steady stream of spiritual objects were taken into the door, and the corpses of various monsters were also sent back one after another.
After extracting the value points, the corpses of the five ghosts in the real world and the air-devouring toads that kept catching up were no longer piled up.
Even if the Holy Land is not large enough and there are not many manpower, even if the whole sect is dispatched, it will not be able to fill the stomachs of the five ghosts and one Gu.
As for Baimu Routian, who was carried back by the five ghosts, he could only stand aside temporarily.
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Time flies, it’s January and a half.
With the overtime work of various sects and sects, the collection of spiritual objects in the central continent where humans live is gradually coming to an end.
At least most of the second-grade and above high-end goods that were born due to the spiritual energy tide were collected.
In fact, it wasn't much, at least not much for Wang Zijia.
When the population of the Qinglian world, which is now home to more than 10,000 wine cultivators, is divided, the resources are even tighter.
On this day, outside the third forbidden area.
Personnel from various sects gathered in a town that had been evacuated.
There were thousands of people in the huge square. It’s almost all sacrificial wine.
In the past ten years or so, the Qinglian cultivation world has developed very rapidly. From the initial amount of just over a thousand sacrificial wines, it increased to more than ten times in ten years.
Among them, Holy Land disciples accounted for more than half.
The remaining half are scattered in various sects in the mainland, and more disciples in the childhood stage have emerged.
From tens of thousands at the beginning, to hundreds of thousands today.
In a small sect, a founder of the wine-sacrifice realm took hundreds of boys to practice.
In most sects, a few wine-sacrifice elders lead the growth of thousands of disciples.
The fundamental reason for this is apart from the fact that the Immortal Master spread the Dharma, opened up the path to immortality, and popularized the knowledge of cultivation. It’s also because under the tide of spiritual energy, too many people have achieved enlightenment.
"Old man Bai, didn't you say you wanted to unite your clan into the Holy Land some time ago? Why are you still hanging out with us Kuhaha?"
"Hey, you thought I didn't want to, but it's a pity that times are different!"
"What? The Demon Suppressing Holy Land now doesn't even want to be incorporated into the clan?"
"Do you still think that more than ten years ago, the three holy places had just merged into one sect, and everything was in ruins waiting to be revitalized?"
"Actually, it's not that we don't want it, we can only simply unite the clan, break it up and reorganize it. If we want to retain the organizational structure and count it as a new lineage, it's a bit unqualified. After thinking about it for a while, I decided to just live like this!"
"Well, speaking of it, the Baiyun Temple that Old Man Liu built back then was probably similar to ours. Look at him, he is already the pulse master of the Baiyun Vein, one of the 103 demon-suppressing veins."
"No, many small sects that we didn't look down on back then were merged into the Holy Land in time, and now they dominate one area. It's really frustrating to think about it!"
"What can I do about this? With the Immortal Lord sitting here and listening to the teachings all the time, how can I not take off after this enlightenment!"
"Immortal Lord... you are indeed a Taoist disciple of the upper realm. The hundreds of people in the lower realm in the past few times were not as good as the Immortal Lord!"
"Have you seen other true immortals in the lower world?"
"Who are the true immortals? Last time I saw two immortals from the lower realm, almost all of them were in their childhood stage. Unlike the immortals, they don't even know their specific cultivation level."
"The Immortal Lord should be a real person!"
"It doesn't look like it to me, but now our Qinglian world is restricted and can only use real people's strength."
"It doesn't look like them to me either. I've also been lucky enough to see the Demon Lord and the newly promoted Master Mo Yun. They don't have the invincible posture of the Immortal Lord at all."
"······"
Because the distance between the sects varies from here to here, there are people who arrive early and people who arrive late. The earliest ones arrived yesterday, and the latest ones have not yet arrived.
In the huge deserted square, thousands of wine-sacrifice monks who could dominate the Qinglian world gathered together, each discussing with acquaintances and waiting.
During this process, sects would rush in from time to time.
The excitement lasted until noon. Most of the sects with numbers in the queue, and sects with known wine-offering monks in their doors, have already arrived.
"Chirp!!!"
While everyone was waiting, a phoenix cry resounded throughout the nine heavens.
Everyone looked up and saw a huge firebird with a wingspan of at least tens of meters above the sky, penetrating the clouds and flying downwards.
The firebird's body is fiery red, and its feathers are as gorgeous as the sunset, shining with colorful golden light under the sunlight.
There is a spiritual crown on the top of the head, and three tail feathers more than ten meters long are supported on the tail, just like the legendary phoenix.
On the back of the fire bird, there were several people standing at the moment, and the leader was a handsome man named Fengjun, who looked completely different from ordinary people.
It is the Immortal Lord of the Upper Realm.
Next to him was Mo Yunzi, the only elder of the Demon Suppression Sect and the only real monk in this world.
A little further back, there are the three deputy heads, the holy masters of the three holy places.
Behind the fire bird is a huge paper house palace, which was once the holy place of mourning hall Yizhuang Palace.
After being merged into the Demon-Suppressing Sect, this method was refined several times by the digital cultivator, and an unknown number of spiritual materials were invested in it. It already has the potential to become a third-grade spiritual weapon.
At this moment, the people carrying the palace are no longer densely packed with various paper figures, but four paper puppets made by the Immortal Lord that look like living people and have wisdom comparable to real people.
Due to various reasons, this paper house palace has become one of the magical tools of the Demon Suppressing Sect, representing the Demon Suppressing Sect's card.
"Meet the Immortal Lord!"
"I've seen the Immortal Lord!"
"······"
When the firebird flew and hovered over everyone, everyone bowed in unison.
Wang Zijia stood on the back of the Linghuo Bird, with his hands behind his back. The strong wind blew his hair and robes constantly. He looked at the thousands of disciples below who were attending the ceremony. Against the backdrop of the colorful halo of the Linghuo Bird, he felt a sense of dominance over the world. , the aura of self-respect was born from him.
Tolerance is something that can really be cultivated under certain circumstances.
(End of chapter)
