"Su Jie, this time you will set off first on behalf of our Ghost Ridge Palace to understand the current situation at Tianhun Gate."
In front of the mountain gate of Guiling Palace, Zhang Junwei looked serious and gave Su Jie instructions.
"Bring this thing with you, it might save your life at a critical moment."
Qiu Laodao walked up and handed Su Jie a colorful snake voodoo. This kind of snake voodoo was cultivated by Qiu Laodao himself. It is a unique and special kind of voodoo that can heal physical injuries very quickly.
"Sect Master, Master, I will not let the reputation of our Ghost Ridge Palace fall."
Su Jie nodded heavily and put away the things.
After being promoted to the Daotai realm, Su Jie returned to Guiling Palace and was notified immediately that he would be the first group of people from Guiling Palace to assist Tianhun Sect. As the leader of the team, he would order the other three accompanying elders. , as well as 32 inner disciples and more than 1,500 outer disciples.
"Don't act recklessly. If you are attacked by the right people, run away as fast as you can. Those right people like to play group fights the most."
Zhang Junwei patted Su Jie on the shoulder and spoke seriously.
"When you encounter the Daotai realm, don't hesitate, just run."
Qiu Laodao added, emphasizing that Su Jie's identity is very sensitive. As a demonic immortal seedling, if he encounters a righteous Taoist realm, he will never be merciful and kill him in advance.
Su Jie did not reveal his cultivation level at the first level of the Taoist realm. As long as Su Jie did not take the initiative to reveal it, even Zhang Junwei, a Taoist realm, would not be able to see through it.
"There is nothing to be afraid of in the righteous people. They all have one head and two arms. Of course, if I can't beat them, I will definitely run away."
Su Jie responded with a smile.
"Just be mentally prepared and go ahead."
Zhang Junwei didn't say much. They were both strong men in the secret realm. He was just worried that Su Jie had too little experience in the world.
Su Jie said goodbye to Qiu Laodao and returned to the Little Thousand Flying Dharma Boat.
"Set sail."
As soon as Su Jie finished speaking, Zhu Changqi had already called many Puppet Hall disciples to activate the Flying Ark.
The huge Dharma boat soared up into the sky, carrying thousands of disciples, and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.
There are hundreds of disciples from the Puppet Sect on the Dharma Boat. On this trip, Su Jie took the Thousand Hands Dharma Boat out. Such a large Dharma Boat needs the disciples of the Puppet Hall to control and maintain its operation. Moreover, if it is damaged in the battle, With a group of engineers like the Puppet Hall disciples, we can perform maintenance anytime and anywhere.
Nanyang City is the headquarters of Tianhun Sect.
In a city hundreds of miles away from Nanyang City, a battle is going on here.
A loud noise was heard, several houses were shaken down, and a figure fled out in embarrassment, about to fly away into the sky.
In mid-air, a young girl slowly fell down. Her skin was as delicate as gelatin, with a faint sheen, like frost and snow under the moonlight, which was both cold and otherworldly.
Her long hair falls like a waterfall, swaying gently in the wind, exuding a faint fragrance. Her posture is elegant and mysterious, like a woman walking out of a painting.
This is Mo Siyao, a disciple of Miaoyin Guan. In the past, she was only at the tenth level of the Yunling Realm. She completed the breakthrough from the Yunling Realm to the Secret Treasure Realm and now has the first level of the Secret Treasure Realm.
Seeing that the man was about to flee, Mo Shiyao stretched out her jade hand and shouted softly: "Tian Yin - Beacon Fire Blade."
The void trembled, and red sharp blades condensed, staring the escaping man to the ground.
Uh-huh!
The man's face was in pain, his skin was ulcerated, and a ferocious ghost with bright red muscles emerged from it, leaving only a layer of human skin on the ground.
This man was an elder from the Tianhun Sect who went out to inquire for information. Unexpectedly, he was discovered outside. He met a group of righteous genius disciples and was surrounded and beaten.
"Where can the bastards of Tianhunmen escape?"
A loud shout came from the sky again, and a man with an imposing figure stepped on the white waves and held a trident. The roaring waves turned into a water dragon, restraining the man and making him unable to move.
Yu Wenjing from Guanchao Pavilion is very powerful, and his strength has also been promoted to the secret realm.
"Amitabha! The donor has so many sins on his body, why should he struggle so hard? Why not go back to our Lingfa Temple, where the poor monks will chant sutras to the donor every day, and wash away the sins on his body, so that he can be a new person."
A man and a woman appeared in the sky again. The man was a young monk dressed simply, barefoot, holding a bamboo stick in one hand and a scroll in the other, dressed like an ascetic.
The woman is a young nun, with a little cinnabar between her eyebrows. Her eyebrows are long and powerful, like two golden swords. She is wearing a plain white monk's robe, which is simple but exudes a solemn beauty.
The two are He Wenfeng from Jingzhou Lingfa Temple and Jiang Lin from Jingyu Temple. They are also in the secret realm.
"Bah, you bunch of hypocritical bald donkeys want to tame me, Grandpa, I won't give you an advantage even if I die."
The Tianhun Sect elder scolded angrily, struggling to make a desperate move.
"Hmph, you demon cultivators really don't know what is good and what is good. Since you want to die, Master Tao, I will help you."
A ray of cold light fell from the sky and turned into hundreds of flying swords, cutting the body of the Tianhun Sect elder into pieces, and even the possessed sixth-grade ghost was dead.
The next moment, flying swords all over the sky merged with each other, and a young man with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes appeared on the scene. He was Zhang Xinming from the Qingzhou Ten Thousand Swords League.
The Ten Thousand Swords Alliance is a sect that specializes in sword cultivation. Sword cultivators have always been famous for their offensive power. Zhang Xinming is the strongest contemporary disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Alliance and an immortal seedling of the righteous path. He has understood the profound sword intention at a young age and has the power to unite the gods. Levels of soul.
The elder of the Tianhun Sect died, and a group of ghosts he left behind were still raging on the streets. However, there were many talented disciples from the righteous path nearby. They took action one after another and eliminated the danger in a short time.
The group of people landed on the ground. Yu Wenjing picked up the storage bag left by the elder of Tianhunmen and chuckled: "It's quite rich. Let's share it equally."
“I don’t know how many people have been harmed, but the people’s wealth and anointing have been collected from them.”
Jiang Lin shook her head and spoke calmly.
"Amitabha!"
He Wenfeng clasped his hands together, with a compassionate expression on his face, and was reciting the Sutra to save the souls of the dead.
"Such an evil heretic would not regret dying, so why bother to save him?"
Zhang Xinming snorted coldly and couldn't bear to look at it.
"Buddha said that all living beings are equal, but he just took the wrong path. We must treat every life equally. After reincarnation, we may not be unable to be a good person in the next life."
He Wenfeng's expression remained unchanged, and he replied only after reciting the salvation.
"Everyone, there is a notice from the master sect. Most of the Tianhun sect's power has been shrunk in Nanyang City. There are still some remaining demon cultivators on the periphery. We are responsible for cleaning them up." Yu Wenjing took out a map and spread it out. Said after opening.
On the map, in addition to the core of Nanyang City, the nearby cities and villages are also occupied by the Tianhun Sect as a source of fear materials.
The righteous alliance team formed by Guanchao Pavilion is approaching Nanyang City in an orderly manner. These outer cities are left to the disciples to clean up. At the same time, it can also play a role in training the disciples and increasing their practical experience.
"Brother Zhang, I think we should clean up from here first..."
Yu Wenjing raised his head and saw Zhang Xinming chatting and laughing with Mo Shiyao, not listening to his words at all.
"Senior Brother Zhang, how did you become so strong in swordsmanship? Can you teach me when you have time?"
Mo Shiyao smiled slightly and spoke to Zhang Xinming.
"Are you interested in kendo?"
Zhang Xinming raised his eyebrows and asked.
"Yes, swordsmanship is extremely powerful, especially when dealing with demonic cultivators. I feel there is no harm in learning more."
Mo Shiyao smiled with a hint of coquettishness in her tone: "Senior Brother Zhang, I really want to learn. I don't need your master's secret sword skills, just some basic swordsmanship."
Seeing this scene, the corner of Yu Wenjing's mouth twitched slightly. The most beautiful female cultivator among the younger generation in Qingzhou wanted to find a Taoist companion again.
Yu Wenjing had a bad premonition in his heart, because every time Mo Shiyao found a man, he would die violently soon. First it was Du Shaochang, then Qi Shijian, and even Wei Ji, the immortal seedling, did not escape the murderous hands, and And they all died at the hands of the same person.
Sometimes Yu Wenjing can't help but wonder in his heart, does Mo Shiyao have some kind of necromantic constitution, and she will kill someone?
Fortunately, Mo Shiyao didn't know what Yu Wenjing was thinking at this time, otherwise she would have to fall out with him.
"If I have time, I will teach it to you, just because I'm afraid you won't be able to learn it."
Zhang Xinming agreed, and he felt extremely grateful to have such a beauty like Mo Shiyao fall in love with him.
"With the guidance of Senior Brother Zhang, if I can't learn this, no one in the world can teach me the way of swordsmanship."
Mo Shiyao let out a crisp laugh, and looked at Zhang Xinming with brilliant eyes. The swordsmanship skills were so cool, and with Zhang Xinming's status as a fairy, Mo Shiyao's heart was ready to move.
"I heard that Qingzhou's magic path also has an immortal seedling called Su Jie. Is he very strong?"
When talking about the topic of fairy seedlings, Jiang Lin suddenly interjected.
Hearing this name, Yu Wenjing and Mo Shiyao looked unhappy.
Because among the younger generation of Qingzhou Zhengdao, the word Su Jie is a taboo. Since Wei Ji died at the hands of Su Jie, Su Jie has become synonymous with the younger generation of Qingzhou, overwhelming countless talented monks in Qingzhou. Get started.
"Yes, that devil is extremely terrifying, and Wei Ji died at his hands."
Yu Wenjing told the truth, he knew Wei Ji's strength, but even so, Wei Ji was killed by Su Jie's formation, which further highlighted Su Jie's strength. Although Yu Wenjing was one of the top geniuses in Guanchao Pavilion , but far inferior to Xian Miao Wei Ji, let alone compared with Su Jie.
"I would like to learn from the other party's strength. My path to swordsmanship needs to be sharpened by such a strong person."
Zhang Xinming's eyes were sharp. The path he took to practice swordsmanship required the most indomitable and invincible tempering of his mind. Defeating more powerful men of his generation would make his swordsmanship improve by leaps and bounds.
"Well, you'd better not confront Su Jie."
Yu Wenjing implicitly reminded that provoking Su Jie would be a suicide act in Yu Wenjing's opinion.
"Yes, Senior Brother Zhang, we should let our elders deal with this devil."
Mo Shiyao also helped. Although she hated Su Jie with a passion, she also knew in her heart that the fighting power of Su Jie, a demon, was no longer on the same level as theirs. Even the master of Miaoyin Guan, Her master is probably no match for Su Jie now, which shows how terrifying Su Jie is.
"You are so afraid of demonic cultivators. Your cultivation and character still need to be tempered! We cultivators only need to follow one concept. My heart is my sword. Wherever our sword points, there is no opponent. If you encounter that person called Su Jie’s, I will definitely try his strength.”
Hearing the words of the two men only aroused Zhang Xinming's competitive spirit.
"I also want to see if this person named Su Jie is not worthy of his name."
Jiang Lin spoke with a calm face. She was also one of the most respected disciples in Jingzhou. She was one of the most outstanding disciples of the younger generation of Jingzhou Zhengdao. The other one was He Wenfeng next to her.
"Amitabha, if I have the opportunity to meet Su Jie, I will do my best to make him change his ways and turn around."
He Wenfeng has a compassionate face, he is young, but his demeanor and tone are like those of an old monk.
Yu Wenjing was speechless, and he did not continue to persuade him. Anyway, this war was about Tianhun Gate, not Guiling Palace. If he didn't meet Su Jie, he just thought they were bragging and didn't take it seriously.
In the next ten days, Yu Wenjing and his group of dozens of talented disciples continued to sweep the outer areas of the Tianhun Sect, wiping out the remaining demonic cultivators of the Tianhun Sect.
These genius disciples, among whom there are five secret treasure realms, are very easy to deal with the Tianhun Sect's outer territory. No matter whether the Tianhun Sect summons ghosts, zombies, or the Royal Envoy Ten Thousand Soul Banners, they cannot escape their suppression. .
Their actions were so bold that they even attracted a counterattack from the Tianhun Sect.
During an operation, the Tianhun Sect sent many elders to besiege them, but within Yu Wenjing's team, there were hidden guardians to protect these talented disciples, all of whom were senior Vault Realm practitioners.
Not only was Tianhunmen's revenge unsuccessful, but they lost troops and generals, and finally retreated back to Nanyang City, relying on a large formation to protect the mountain gate.
However, Yu Wenjing's luck has not always been so good.
On this day, Yu Wenjing and his party were on their way to the next city outside Tianhun Sect. On the way, they suddenly saw a huge flying boat appearing above the clouds in the sky.
"Did any of the Supreme Elders of the sect's dharma boat come to support the frontline battlefield? But why didn't we receive any news?"
Yu Wenjing looked delighted, because only the Guanchao Pavilion in Qingzhou had the Flying Dharma Boat, and the shape of the Flying Dharma Boat was also the standard shape of their Guanchao Pavilion Dharma Boat.
Thinking of this, Yu Wenjing took the initiative to fly up and rush towards the dharma boat.
"Everyone, this is the Dharma Ark belonging to the elders of my family. I'm going to say hello first. If the elders agree, I would like to invite you to get on the Dharma Ark and see the elegance of the Flying Dharma Ark in our Guanchao Pavilion."
Yu Wenjing showed a proud expression on his face. His voice came down from the sky, but he had already flown to the front of the boat and was eye level with the deck of the boat.
Here, Yu Wenjing saw a young man on the spacious deck, crossing his legs and drinking tea slowly and leisurely.
Seeing the true appearance of this man, the smile on Yu Wenjing's face disappeared instantly, his heart stopped, and he was so frightened by this man that one soul left his body and the other soul ascended to heaven.
(End of chapter)