"Oh, looking at the great calamity cloud from a distance, there is a faint feeling of destruction in all directions, and an aura of vastness. No wonder it is loved by heaven and man! Fellow Taoist Pei is really limitless! Brother Zhuanlun's two disciples are also amazingly talented. His noble character shows that Brother Zhuan Lun has a good vision!”
"Brother Mo, Senior Sister Li, I heard that the reason why our respected master has achieved today's achievements is that one is that he diligently practices Taoism and does many good deeds; the other is that a wise couple manages the school well and does not let worldly affairs disturb the ears of heaven and humans!"
Lin Bai and others were waiting for Pei Ning to survive the disaster in the dilapidated attic, and Jiang Yatou came with Wu Muqian.
Jiang Yatou and He He were greeted politely, but Wu Muqian grabbed Lin Bai and Mo Yingcheng and praised them in various ways.
Mo Yingcheng always acted on behalf of his master, and when he saw many people, he also got involved with Wu Muqian.
It was already dark at this time, but the calamity clouds were raging, and there were no stars or moon visible for hundreds of miles, making it even darker.
"What's wrong with him?" Lin Bai asked Jiang Xiaobai curiously when he saw that Wu Muqian's waist was extra straight today, and his face did not have the sadness of being lonely and helpless in the past. Instead, he felt a little proud.
"Ancestor accepts Jing Situi as the first disciple and Wumu Qian as the second disciple." Jiang Xiaobai replied with a smile, not forgetting to add, "Let your two disciples and Wumu Qian walk around more and discuss the method of coaxing the master! ”
Now anyone can make fun of Lin Bai's disciples. Even Jiang Xiaobai, who grew up watching the two of them, made arrogant remarks!
In the final analysis, the apprentice still fails to live up to expectations!
Lin Bai decided to leave Miaomiao and Jiang Yu in the care of Sister Pei after Pei Ning formed the elixir!
Looking at Wu Muqian again, I saw that he had changed places and was in front of Xiuxiu and Huang Ruhua. He was talking to the fox, as if he was talking about how going to Wanshou Mountain to retrieve treasures was like picking out objects from a bag, and how a fairy could transform into a god. Then he muttered again. Flattery, as if you want to sell all your possessions to make people happy.
"How was the discussion above?" Lin Bai asked again.
"How do I know? My ancestor never let me pay attention to this." Jiang Xiaobai shook his head, and then whispered: "But I heard that there were people fleeing in groups over at Wanshou Mountain, and they were all chased back by Senior Zou. Senior Brother Jing has gone. After crossing Longevity Mountain, the ancestors passed on the message and said that they would never kill anyone again. I originally wanted to take Wu Muqian there, but he didn’t dare to go, so he came here with me.”
"There are too many people in Shoutian Pavilion..." Lin Bai pondered for a while and said, "Even if your ancestor is willing to let them all stay, will Senior Meng agree? Do the people in Jiuzhe Mountain agree? They are all gone. With great strength, especially Zhou Huishan's old man, I'm afraid..."
"I know!" Jiang Xiaobai put his hands on his hips, glared at Lin Bai, and said, "You want to say that we have to drive away a group of people from Shoutian Pavilion, right? It just so happens that our ancestors can take advantage of the power of Senior Meng and others to drive away They push themselves to be evil people, but they become good people instead?”
"Isn't this what your ancestor has been doing? A small horizontal and vertical chessboard, which can be easily moved around." Lin Bai said with a smile.
Jiang Xiaobai hummed twice and said: "Ancestor struggled to achieve success, what he did..." She looked at the top of Wanshou Mountain and muttered: "I just hope that Ancestor can reach the top."
At this moment, the golden elixir clouds on Wanshou Mountain are surging, and they have actually enveloped Wanshou Mountain. There are many subtle thunder and lightnings rushing through it, and their power has been brewing for a long time, and the meaning of destruction is getting stronger and stronger.
Except for the Yuanyings who were discussing matters in the palace, everyone in Songhe Mountain was watching the thunder calamity. Some bold sword cultivators moved closer, hoping to feel it more clearly.
"One step is slow, each step is slow. In the past, you and Pei Ning had a sword duel, and you lost every time by one step. Now that the calamity caused by Pei Ning is so great, you should know how far behind she is, right?" Min Hengbo said With a straight face, he was teaching Dugu Yan a lesson.
Dugu Yan and Shen Qiyun lowered their heads and said nothing, but Min Qianqian, who was standing by the side, didn't care much.
"Qianqian, where is Li Wusheng?" Min Hengbo frowned and looked at Min Qianqian.
"The Supreme Leader said she wanted to attend the ceremony, but I don't know where she is." Min Qianqian spread her hands, "I don't dare to talk to her. She pulls my ears every time she sees me." As she spoke, Min Qianqian turned to her side. He turned around, lifted up a strand of black hair, and exposed his ears, as if he had been wronged a lot.
"Others are yelling nonsense in private, and you are also messing around?" Min Hengbo was very angry, "If you continue to call me random names, you will follow Li Wusheng from now on!"
"Ancestor, I was wrong!" Min Qianqian immediately became anxious and wiped her eyes vigorously, but no tears came out.
At this moment, the first tribulation thunder fell. Its power is majestic, the sky and the earth are vast and bright, and huge tribulation thunder falls, violent and ferocious, with the intention of destruction.
For a moment, tens of thousands of disciples from Songhe Mountain and Wanshou Mountain were silent. When the first tribulation thunder dissipated, many people from both sides rushed out and took a closer look.
Under the withered tree, I saw a broken sword with lightning still attached to it. Peining's hair was scattered, and he was sitting on the ground with a gourd in his arms and a sword box in front of him.
Then the second tribulation thunder surged in, violent as it was released, and smashed down, immediately submerging Pei Ning and even the place where he was.
"Looking at its power, it is not inferior to your master's thunder disaster that day." Gu Feixue was in the air, followed by Miaomiao, Jiang Yu and Dugu Jing.
Not far away, there were many disciples from various sects gathered around, especially sword cultivators. Among them, the Tianyan Sword Sect had the largest number of people, and most of them were Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators.
When the smoke and dust dissipated, Pei Ning was seen standing up, the sword box was opened, and dozens of flying swords were slowly floating around him.
The lightning tribulations did not give them a chance to breathe, and fell one after another. Peining was seen submerged in the lightning, and flying swords could be seen from time to time.
The turbulent feeling of destruction was like waves of water gushing out, and the crowd watching the disaster retreated again and again.
The thunderbolts fell one after another, like waterfalls falling from the sky.
The joy and sorrow after the war seemed to be covered by thunder. Songhe Mountain and Wanshou Mountain were silent, both attracted by the thunder.
After the six tribulation thunders were gone, the powder from the foot of Wanshou Mountain rose with the wind. All I saw was a dead tree, scorched black everywhere, standing tall and straight.
There was a woman under the tree, her black clothes stained with blood. With black hair like a waterfall, she knelt on one knee and supported the ground with one hand, but still looked up at the sky.
The sword box was long gone, but many broken swords were scattered around.
"It's not a big problem." Qu Ruyi hid behind Meng Yuan and poked her head around, "But looking at Lei Jie's posture, it is much stronger than when Master Li Xuanji formed the elixir. In the future, Pei Ning will definitely not lose to Chen Tianren. When the time comes, Master Li will do it again If you bully me, you don’t have to let me stand up for you!”
"Qu Ruyi!" Meng Yuan frowned upon hearing this, "It is better to rely on yourself than to rely on others. You established the foundation earlier than Xiu Xiu and Pei Ning. Now you have no shame and are instead complacent?"
"You can't cry, right?" Qu Ruyi made sense.
Meng Yuan held his forehead, not knowing what to say. Song Jingxian also shook her head, but she didn't know why.
While everyone was watching quietly, the seventh tribulation thunder had finished brewing and poured down.
Pei Ning was seen holding a gourd the size of a baby's fist in his hand, and then countless flying swords poured out of the gourd, triggering the broken swords all around, and all of them flew towards the tribulation thunder.
The power of the seventh tribulation thunder has not faded away, and the eighth one followed, bringing endless power from heaven, and its violent intention became even stronger.
At the top of Songhe Mountain, Zhu Yuanying could not help but go out to take a look.
"Is this Chen Tianren's disciple? Why did he cause the calamity thunder to look like it was going to destroy Wanshou Mountain?" Shi Huayu frowned and looked at the foot of Wanshou Mountain. He then looked at Du Jueming and asked, "What was it like when Chen Tianren formed the elixir?" ? Have you seen it before? ”
Du Jueming put one hand behind his back and held a wine bottle in the other. He took a sip and acted like a handsome immortal. When he was about to answer, he saw that Shi Huayu no longer looked at him and looked at Jiang Xingchi instead.
There is nothing we can do. After several battles and many life and death experiences, everyone knows the basics. Although Xiang Wuhui has not made any move, he must be extraordinary; as for Chen Tianren, there is no need to say more.
As for the remaining people, they are all blessed with good fortune and have considerable abilities. But Du Jueming was the only one who would flee from a battle without hesitation. Although others also ran away, they fled because they really couldn't be beaten. But Du Jueming ran away without fighting, so he was naturally despised by others.
"I don't know about that." Jiang Xingchi was very humble. He looked at the calamity clouds in the distance and said, "But rumors say that Chen Tianren's thunder calamity is also extremely powerful. I, the late Nascent Soul of Qiaoshan, Gu Qingshan, loved it. I made good friends with the younger generation. It was because of this thunder disaster that I went to Daoyin Sect and got along very well with Chen Tianren. "
For a moment, all the Nascent Souls were silent.
Jiang Xingchi waved to a female cultivator again, and the female cultivator quickly stepped forward to salute.
This female cultivator's name is Sun Shiqi, and she also fought with her life in the previous fight.
This woman is the descendant of Tianyan Sword Sect's late Yuanying grandson Baopu, and she is also a swordsman.
"I see that you look sad, but is it because of the death of the ancestor in your family?" Jiang Xingchi showed no signs of playing tricks before, but was extremely friendly, "Although Brother Sun is gone, the Taoism is still there. As a swordsman, you Xiu, you should work hard and don't dwell on the past. Pei Ning has passed the tribulation today and will do well in the future. Don't think that you are looking down upon her if she formed the elixir earlier than her."
Jiang Xingchi smiled kindly, looking like an honest person, and said caringly: "Pei Ning has a close relationship with my family, and she also respects her elders. I will ask her to come someday. You two can get to know each other, and we can discuss it in the future. Good for progress.”
After hearing this, Sun Shiqi was almost moved to tears and bowed down.
Jing Si stood aside and watched, thinking that he was going to have a junior sister.
Na Chi Shangxing also looked up at the sky at this moment, and saw that the ninth calamity thunder was lingering, but the calamity clouds were getting thicker and thicker, as if they were going to crush Longevity Mountain.
"My family has an inherited skill, which was left by our ancestors. It is the most suitable swordsmanship for cultivating group swords..." Chi Shangxing was quite yearning, as if he recalled Chen Tianren's sword. He leaned against Jiang Xingchi and lowered his head. He asked in a voice: "Friend Daoist Jiang, it is better to preserve people's Taoism than to help others achieve Taoism. I wonder how Brother Xiang plans to send us?"
At this moment, a huge thunder pillar emerged from the layers of calamity clouds on Wanshou Mountain, illuminating all directions in an instant, and the intention of destruction became stronger.
Some of the people watching the ceremony who were closer to each other had blood flowing out of their eyes, and those with low moral standards had their eyes exploded and fell to the ground.
When the tribulation thunder descended, there seemed to be a slight tremor all around.
Everyone looked up and saw the calamity cloud slowly fading, and the stars and moon appearing faintly.
For a moment, the people watching the ceremony felt lonely, as if they were transformed into a dead tree in a boundless and vast land with only shallow tombs for company.
Sun Shiqi frowned and looked around, only to feel that his sword was trembling slightly.
"It's done!" Jiang Xingchi clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Chen Tianren has a successor."
Chi Shangxing watched silently, only to hear cheers coming from all around. Yesterday during the Nascent Soul Battle, five people from the Northern Expeditionary Alliance built a foundation. Today there is another pill formation, and it is an excellent sword cultivation seed...
"What did Brother Chi just say?" Jiang Xingchi looked at Chi Shangxing with a smile on his face.
Chi Shangxing exhaled and said: "We have devoted our hearts to you, and we will be a family in the future. I would like to ask Senior Brother Xiang what his plans are."
"I can't make the decision on this." Jiang Xingchi sighed and said: "As we all know, we and the coalition forces are here to seek justice. Now that the people of Zhou Huishan have returned to their hometowns, it is naturally the people of Zhou Huishan who have the final say in matters here. .”
For a moment, all the Nascent Souls looked over. Only Meng Shanhe closed his eyes, as if he didn't care at all.
After Chi Shangxing heard these hypocritical words, he held back his anger and said, "What do you mean, Brother Jiang?"
"It's not interesting." Jiang Xingchi smiled nonchalantly and said: "The noble sect Wu Muchun is dead. He has been back to his hometown for a long time, but he did not die in a foreign land."
Chi Shangxing was stunned and speechless.
Jing Si stood back and watched, thinking that no wonder Wu Muqian knelt down so quickly. He was probably aware that Wu Muchun was dead!
"Brother Chi, please don't be sad." Jiang Xingchi was very considerate and gently held Chi Shangxing's arm and said, "Although Senior Brother Zhou Huishan Meng is the one who makes the decision here, Brother Kong is also admirable for all the things he does. He has left a last word, and we must obey it.”
While talking, he took out a piece of animal skin paper, which was clearly from the wooden box left by Kong Shu.
Chi Shangxing took the animal skin paper and glanced at it, full of disbelief.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Chi Shangxing held the animal skin paper tightly, with a look of panic and confusion on his face.
"After listening to Brother Chi talking about the ancestral court of the noble sect for a long time, we are very yearning for a high-level spiritual master. But it's time to discuss our affairs." Jiang Xingchi said with a smile.
Chi Shang Xing was trembling with anger. He looked at Jiang Xingchi and then at the other Nascent Souls, feeling that they all looked sarcastic.
After being stunned for a long time, Chi Shangxing showed a look of disdain on his face. He looked around at the Nascent Souls and then stepped back to the hall.
In the distance, all the calamity clouds subsided, and the auspicious clouds gathered together. Under the stars and the moon, it looked even more strange. Its shape was like a long river, but also like a sharp sword.
Jiang Xingchi looked at Xiangyun with his hands behind his hands for a while, then invited Jing Si to retreat.
"You go to Wanshou Mountain again." Jiang Xingchi looked at the clouds on the horizon, "Senior Sister Gu lives alone, go find Fairy Shen Yu and ask her to take you and invite Zou Mi to live in Meng Lake. Let Zou Mi Designate a few good-natured people to prevent the Shouting Pavilion disciples from getting into trouble.”
"Yes."
Jing Si retreated and took the order and immediately went down the mountain. After sweeping around, he went straight to the dead tree.
When I got close, I saw a lot of people surrounding me.
Pei Ning was covered in blood and was obviously unconscious. He still held a small gourd in his hand.
There are countless dead trees, broken swords, and broken stones turned into powder.
"Master's Wife..." There were two women kneeling in the distance, and they didn't dare to disturb them. One of them wiped her tears hard, and the other's eyes were red. They were definitely not fake.
"People say that Lin Zhuanlun's disciples are incompetent, but I don't think so. You don't need to ask for outstanding disciples and descendants, it's enough to be filial." Jing Sixui sighed and couldn't help but think of his dead master.
Just as he was thinking about the past, he saw Lin Zhuanlun kicking the two apprentices over, "Go away!" After saying this, he wrapped Peining up and left.
"Pei Ning is a member of our family, right? Why is King Gourd like this?" Li Wusheng was furious. Just as he was about to chase after him, he was pulled back by Mo Yingcheng.
Jing Situi looked on with a headache and thought to himself, junior sister, you are still the supreme leader of Daoyin Sect, and Lin Zhuanlun has no family or sect, but Pei Ning is from your family, so isn't Lin Zhuanlun also one of yours? Home! Can’t even figure this out?
Sure enough, Mo Yingcheng whispered a few words of coaxing, and Li Wusheng immediately beamed with joy.
"Where's the fairy?" Jing Si retreated and asked.
"It's time to go up the mountain this morning." Li Wusheng pointed at Wanshou Mountain, "The fairy said that she wanted to reminisce with Senior Zou, and also said that she would give up her apprenticeship to Senior Zou."
"Can the disciple do it?" Jing Sixue frowned upon hearing this. (End of chapter)