"I'm afraid something bad will happen now..."
The short and fat Jindan monk felt worried in his heart.
Over the past few days, they have not just been waiting by Mo Yuan's side, but have used various means to collect intelligence, and have almost understood the basic situation of all the major forces in Da Mo.
First of all, the other party is a local snake, and they are working together to have more advantages than outsiders like them. No one dares to ignore it.
Secondly, these powerful local factions in Da Mo must know much more about the ancient Mo Yuan within the territory than they do, so it is definitely right to keep an eye on their actions.
As for the Ancestor Mingyuan of the Liyuan Sect, they returned to Damo with great fanfare. Of course, this key information was also known to them.
"One Ancestor Mingyuan is enough to deal with, and now here comes Ancestor Qingxu!"
The short and fat monk frowned, gritted his teeth fiercely, and seemed to have made some determination:
"No, we can't sit still and wait for death."
"These local Mo Yuan factions are too powerful. Once we go deep into Mo Yuan, how can we possibly defeat them?"
Deep in the Mo Abyss, the space is twisted and vast, but the resources of heaven and earth are ultimately limited.
Among the dozens of golden elixir monks, there are very few who can use the black tide to penetrate 30,000 feet deep. Most of them are gathered in the same depth area between 10,000 feet and 20,000 feet.
Once a dispute breaks out, how will they be able to get through it if they are scattered on one side and the others are outnumbered on the other?
"This is indeed a problem..."
The golden elixir monk opposite him clenched the folding fan in his hand, frowned and said:
"Then in order to cope with this situation, the only way is to form an alliance and join forces."
The short and fat Jindan monk nodded slightly, agreed with his opinion, and said:
"This matter must be handled as soon as possible to avoid long nights and nightmares."
…………
In the middle of Da Mo, Li Yuan sect.
The mountain gate of the Liyuan Sect is very strange. It is imitated from Moyuan. It is a deep pit of thousands of feet that was made day after day.
At this moment: At the bottom of the Thousand-foot Deep Pit, in the exclusive area of the sect leader, there is a closed palace.
In the hall, the candlelight was dim and dim.
"Zizzizi..."
The continuous gentle sound was like the buzzing of thousands of mosquitoes and flies flapping their wings, cut open by something invisible, tiny and sharp.
Ancestor Ming Yuan, dressed in black robes and disheveled hair, sat cross-legged on the cloud bed in the center of the hall.
He looks about sixty or seventy years old, with white beard and hair. His old face contains majesty. His eyes are closed at the moment, and he seems to be immersed in practice.
And behind him:
A shadow as black as ink is constantly stretching, twisting, and rotating. Under the dim candlelight, it looks like the night that is struggling to burst out at the end of the sunset.
But in the end, this mass of 'night' failed to really break free. Instead, with a heavy and forceful inhalation sound, it was all re-accepted into the body of Ancestor Ming Yuan.
"enough!"
Ancestor Ming Yuan suddenly opened his eyes, revealing a cold light, and scolded:
"Control your restlessness and don't ruin my big event!"
"I'm not ready to turn into a demon cultivator yet. My lifespan is only so long. If I miss this opportunity, everything will be over!"
There was no one in the closed hall, but there seemed to be something that understood his words.
The aura on his body rose rapidly from the loneliness of the sky, as bright as the rising sun, and finally transformed into as deep as the night.
"very good."
Ancestor Ming Yuandu's expression relaxed a lot, and he said to himself:
"Both sides will benefit from cooperation, and both will lose from division. I have said this many times."
"After waiting for hundreds of years, I think you are not short of such a little time..."
He said, stood up, waved his sleeves and robe, and the palace door opened with a bang.
"Let's go, that Ancestor Qingxu is here, we just go to meet him."
Ancestor Ming Yuan walked out of the hall quickly with his head held high, leaped into black rainbow light, and disappeared into the sky in an instant.
Two hours later:
Outside Mo Yuan, Zhang Yao, Jiuhua Ancestor, Master Hei Yuan and other golden elixir monks are still waiting here.
However, they were not on the high viewing platform, but returned to the Taoist palace below the platform, each sitting cross-legged in meditation, practicing Xuan Kung, waiting for Mo Yuan to become restless, or for a bigger sign to appear.
In a quiet room in the Taoist Palace:
"Hoo, hoo..."
Zhang Yao's long breath was accompanied by an astonishing rise of cold air, which was blocked by the formation he had casually set up and did not penetrate at all.
The large-scale outbreak of the black tide was approaching, so he naturally had to seize all the time to practice the idea of the Chilling God.
According to his plan:
Once Wujian Yin Tu is acquired and the Wujian Shadow Walking Technique has been mastered, it is necessary to perfect all the five-phase magical powers before condensing the five-phase divine wheel.
"Um?"
Suddenly, Zhang Yao seemed to notice something, and quickly stopped his efforts and withdrew the formation.
Just a few breaths later:
"Fellow Taoist Qingxu."
The voice of Master Black Abyss came from outside the door:
"I'm sorry for bothering you so hastily."
"But my master has arrived, and I invite you to come and see him."
"Okay, I'll be there right away."
Zhang Yao responded.
soon:
In the main hall of the Taoist Palace, Zhang Yao met the master of Master Heiyuan, the Ancestor of Heiyuan.
Ancestor Ming Yuan took all the seats without hesitation, and beside him stood two men in black with strong auras and expressionless faces.
Judging from their breath, they are indeed equivalent to the monks in the middle stage of the Golden Core. They should be the two helpers who followed the Ancestor Mingyuan as mentioned before by Jiuhua Patriarch and others.
"Um?"
Zhang Yao was suspicious and squinted his eyes, scanning the two men in black.
In his spiritual induction, the auras of the two people were almost identical, and even their body shapes were very similar, but they were wearing black iron masks, so their appearance could not be seen clearly.
This is very strange. After all, even twin monks who practice the same technique have quite obvious differences in their magic power and soul aura.
"There is a problem with the identity of these two people..."
Zhang Yao made this judgment almost without thinking carefully.
A dignified mid-level Golden Core man, yet he behaves like a guard or servant, which is quite shocking.
But Ancestor Ming Yuan was also a monk from the southwest, and he was not the second generation core member of a super power. His background was just ordinary. How could he have such ability to make two middle-stage Golden Core monks follow him wholeheartedly?
"These two men in black are probably not normal monks."
"Puppet? Refined corpse? Or something else?"
Thoughts flashed through Zhang Yao's mind, but on the surface, he seemed to be unaware of it and bowed his hands politely.
"Pindao has met fellow Taoist Ming Yuan."
Ancestor Ming Yuan also stood up and solemnly returned the salute:
"Fellow Taoist Qingxu, I have long admired your name."
After a few polite words, the two of them took their seats again.
At this time, Zhang Yao secretly observed Jiuhua Patriarch and others, and found that their expressions were as usual, as if they had not noticed the abnormality of the two men in black at all.
"It seems that everyone is a master of pretending to be confused..."
Zhang Yao understood immediately and withdrew his gaze, not paying any more attention to it.
He didn't want to ask more about the secret of Ancestor Ming Yuan. Anyway, the two of them were still allies at the moment, and they had to support each other after falling into Mo Yuan.
Inside the main hall:
Ancestor Ming Yuan seemed to be a straight-tempered person. After a few pleasantries, he went straight to the topic and talked about the issue that everyone was most concerned about:
"Before, our numbers were always uneven, so I didn't mention it."
"Now that fellow Taoist Qingxu is here, we have a total of ten Jindan monks with strong strength. We will definitely have a great advantage in the battle of Mo Yuan."
"However, in order to ensure that we can sincerely cooperate and unite as one, it is best to agree in advance and sign a legal deed on the division of the treasures after entering Moyuan."
He said, paused, and glanced at everyone in the hall.
Master Heiyuan sat upright and motionless, while Jiuhua Patriarch, Yingmo Sect Master, Chen Family's Third Patriarch and others were whispering to each other.
Ancestor Ming Yuan's eyes swept across these people, and finally settled on Zhang Yao, and said:
"Fellow Taoist Qingxu, what do you think? Do you have any suggestions?"
Zhang Yao chuckled and gestured:
"The guest does as the host does."
"I don't have much opinion on the distribution of treasures, as long as it's fair."
"good."
Ancestor Mingyuan nodded slightly and said:
"Then let it be like this. In the world of cultivation, strength is the most important thing, and the division of treasures will be based on this rule. By the way, some people will be prevented from having thoughts that they shouldn't have."
"After joining Mo Yuan, everyone must give their best. They must not cheat, work hard, or betray their teammates."
"My two Taoist friends beside me and I occupy a total of 45% of the share; Taoist friend Qingxu alone occupies 25%."
"One person accounts for half of the remaining people..."
When he said this, he paused deliberately and looked at everyone in the hall:
"I wonder what you guys think?"
Zhang Yao thought for a moment and spoke first:
"I agree with the distribution method of Fellow Daoist Ming Yuan."
"But I have something to say first. I am here for Wujian Yintu. If I meet Wujian Yintu, I hope I can choose it first."
Alone, he can occupy a quarter of the combined power of ten golden elixirs, which is already very good.
Ancestor Ming Yuan occupies more than him, and that's as it should be. After all, he is the host and has two helpers in the middle stage of Golden Core.
"no problem."
Faced with Zhang Yao's conditions, Ancestor Mingyuan agreed without even thinking.
And judging by his dictatorial look, it was obvious that he had no intention of discussing this issue with the other Jindan monks.
"I agree with Master's decision."
"I also agree with Brother Mingyuan's decision."
"We agree too."
Soon, many Jindan monks spoke up and expressed their approval of Ancestor Ming Yuan's decision.
The distribution according to strength at least maintains fairness on the surface, which is already a good result for relatively weak Jindan monks like them.
After all, Ancestor Mingyuan and Ancestor Qingxu eat meat, and they can also drink soup. The benefits that everyone can gain by working together are far more than what they can achieve alone.
"Then it's decided..."
Ancestor Ming Yuan showed a smile on his face and was about to say something:
"snort!"
He suddenly groaned, his face suddenly turned pale, and his whole figure seemed to have suffered an invisible blow.
"what happened?!"
(End of chapter)
