Qian Shengxianzun took back the sacrifice to God Ruyi.
Looking at the black-robed man who fell to the ground, he frowned, and suddenly a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he struck the black-robed man's Tianling Cap with a lightning-like palm.
Bang——!
The numb man in black robe instantly turned into a headless corpse and fell to the ground.
"Hmph! Being soft-hearted will definitely lead to bad things in the future. I won't let you go!"
Immortal Lord Qian Sheng snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, and walked quickly towards the stone door.
…
A few years later.
The clear world, the misty fairyland.
The Xuanji Dojo deep in the sky stands like a heavenly palace at the end of the auspicious clouds.
The old Taoist was like a withered wooden stake, sitting motionless next to the Yunwu Tianchi.
Suddenly, another guard came quickly to report: "Your Majesty, Master, I want to see you."
"Let him come in." The old Taoist said calmly without raising his eyelids.
"Yes." The guard bowed and retreated, then turned and flew out of the south gate.
After a while, Immortal Lord Qian Sheng came quickly and bowed his head three feet away: "Greetings, Master!"
The old Taoist slowly opened his eyes and said, "It's done."
Immortal Lord Qian Sheng took out Ruyi as a sacrifice to the gods and sent it to the old Taoist through the air: "Master has taken a look at it and it's done."
"Sin..." The old Taoist sighed and reached out to accept the sacrifice to the god Ruyi, "Step back, this sin is not small. You should retreat and pray for a thousand years to save the resentful spirits who died in vain, otherwise there will be endless troubles..."
"Yes, Master." Immortal Lord Qian Sheng bowed his head again and turned around to leave.
The old Taoist held the Sacrifice God Ruyi and looked at it for a while, then gently tossed it. The Sacrifice God Ruyi immediately flew to the top of the old Taoist's head, casting a gray-red aura and wrapping him up.
Then, he reached out and drew a circle in front of him, drawing a circular Tai Chi shape.
Then he stretched out the two fingers of his right hand and shot two black and white auras into the Yin Yang Fish's eyes.
Suddenly, the yin-yang fish pattern seemed to come alive, spinning rapidly.
"Open!" The old Taoist was shocked, and hit the rapidly rotating Yin-Yang fish with a magic spell.
Snapped!
With a crisp sound, the high-speed rotating Yin-Yang fish suddenly turned into a ball of gray gas and disappeared, leaving only a clean and translucent mirror.
In the mirror, a middle-aged man wearing a black robe with a stern face and two upturned eyebrows appeared.
"Huh? Looking for death!"
The man in the mirror seemed to realize that he was being spied on, and suddenly his whole body surged with energy, turning into a ball of black energy, as if he was about to fly out of the mirror.
"Desolation!"
The old Taoist's expression suddenly changed, and with a decisive wave of his sleeve, he wiped out the mirror in front of him.
And the gray-red aura on his body also dimmed by a degree at this moment.
…
"You can run fast!"
Demonic world. A round stone platform stands in the center of several dark mountains.
A ball of black energy flickered several times before turning into Jueshang's appearance again, and he slowly sat down.
In front of him stood a row of young faces.
Xiao Hanlin.
Mu Xiao.
White feather.
Chu Moping.
Zhou Yushan.
The five people lined up in a row with their hands in their arms and expressionless faces.
What is shocking is that the cultivation level of these five people, except Chu Moping, is also a golden immortal.
The four of them, Xiao Hanlin, have all reached the Immortal King Realm, which is really terrifying.
"My lord, what happened?" Zhou Yushan moved his lips and couldn't help but ask.
"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask." Jueshang glanced at Zhou Yushan lightly.
Then he looked at Xiao Hanlin, "What did the Blood Demon Realm say? Is there any reply?"
Xiao Hanlin said: "The Blood Emperor said that you are no longer what you used to be. If you want him to surrender, you have to come in person. I'm afraid he doesn't have good intentions towards you."
"haha okay!"
Jueshang laughed angrily, "Those who don't know whether to live or die, even I dare to provoke you."
After saying that, he glanced around Mu Xiao and the others: "You continue to swallow them for me. Whether it is a monster or a demon, you can eat as much as you can. Use the fastest speed to rush to the Immortal Lord for me."
"I want those guys in the immortal world to know that I am still the same Jueshang..."
"yes!"
Mu Xiao and others bowed and answered neatly.
Jueshang looked at Zhou Yushan again, "Although you are not the real Yin Sha, I allow you to inherit his position. From now on, you will be the fifth protector under me, and you can conquer the world with me and share Three Realms!"
Zhou Yushan was overjoyed when he heard this and immediately knelt down and said, "Thank you Demon Ancestor for your appreciation!"
…
Xuantian Realm.
There are four immortal realms in Xuantian Realm.
They are Xuantian Immortal Realm, Guiyuan Immortal Realm, Taihang Immortal Realm, and Fengtian Immortal Realm.
The base camp of Xuantian Palace is in the center of Xuantian Immortal Domain.
The vast fairy mountain is filled with rays of light, and countless disciples are flying with swords, passing through it, and it looks extremely shocking.
Now the headmaster of Xuantian Palace is not actually Ye Xuantian, but Ye Xuantian's direct descendant, Ye Jiangshan.
As the most powerful Immortal Emperor in the Immortal Realm, Ye Xuantian usually doesn't pay attention to Xuantian Palace's affairs.
All matters are taken care of by his son, Ye Jiangshan.
Ye Xuantian's dojo is located deep in the sky directly above Xuantian Palace.
The vast palace complex stands on the top of the clouds. It looks particularly spectacular. It is much more magnificent than Yuwen Xuanji's dojo.
However, Ye Xuantian didn't like living in these golden palaces.
Instead, he preferred to practice among the mountains to the east of the dojo.
This group of mountains also stands in the clouds, but they look no different from the mountain peaks on the ground. They are also green, green and endless.
In the middle of the mountains, a solitary stone peak rises from the ground, standing out from the crowd.
Today, a middle-aged man in golden robe who looks no more than fifty years old is sitting cross-legged on the top of this peak.
His mature face was slightly weathered, but it was still difficult to conceal the demeanor of this man when he was young. He must have been a handsome man with an extremely outstanding appearance.
And this person is the famous Xuantian Immortal Emperor, Ye Xuantian.
In the eyes of outsiders.
For people like Ye Xuantian, many things have become unimportant.
When you speak and do things, you don't need to look at other people's faces, and you don't need to worry about other people's faces.
Wherever you want to go and what you want to do, it all depends on your own thoughts.
But what the world doesn't know is that Ye Xuantian actually has his own troubles.
He is not as relaxed as people think. Everyone in the world admires him, but they don't know that he can't help himself sometimes.
Just like today, there are some people that even he has to meet.
At this moment, in the void in front of him.
Suddenly, the image of a guard wearing a uniform robe appeared, reporting something to him.
After Ye Xuantian heard this, he only said a few words: "Let him come in."
Immediately, the image disappeared.
After a while, an old man in Taoist robes suddenly appeared at the intersection on Ye Xuantian's right.
"I have met Emperor Xuantian." Yuwen Xuanji bowed slightly and greeted him politely.
This is the difference. Although they are both immortal emperors, when Yuwen Xuanji sees Ye Xuantian, he has to call him emperor.
Ye Xuantian smiled and waved, "Fellow Xuanji has come from afar, please come and sit down."
Yuwen Xuanji nodded, walked slowly to the opposite side of Ye Xuantian and sat down on the ground.
There was only a low table between them. There was a teapot and two teacups on the low table.
Ye Xuantian poured a cup of tea for Yuwen Xuanji, smiled and said: "Fellow Taoist Xuanji, what do you want from me?"
Yuwen Xuanji took out a palm-sized Ruyi and placed it on the low table: "The old Taoist is here to return this thing."
Ye Xuantian glanced at Ruyi, the god of sacrifice on the table, and shook his head, "Fellow Taoist, you misunderstood. I have already given this thing to you, and it is already yours. There is no need to give it back to me."
Yuwen Xuanji smiled and said: "This thing is too expensive, and the old Taoist can't afford it."
Ye Xuantian frowned and said slightly unhappily: "Seriously don't want it?"
