"The sky is tens of thousands of feet lower, and the earth is shrinking by millions of miles... This world is so small."
Dayan.
Original Demon Sect.
It is extremely bright but there is a faint shadow walking through the depths of the formation.
A shadow of an old man raised his head with his hands behind his hands, looking towards the sky.
His eyes were slightly lost in thought and he was mumbling to himself.
Beside him, a Yuanying monk from the Demon Sect stood behind him, with his hands tied and his eyes lowered.
Even though they knew that the person in front of them only had a trace of their soul left, they still held their breath and concentrated, fearful, and did not dare to make a sound.
The old man came back to his senses, glanced at the extremely nervous Demon Sect monks around him, and suddenly smiled:
"Why don't you say anything? You, compared with your master and ancestor, It’s still too different, be more lively..."
Speaking of this, he seemed to have recalled something, with a look of compassion on his face:
"Speaking of which, Ren'er is much more sensible than you, but it's a pity that he has something hidden in his heart and refuses to tell the old man, Alas, you said that if the old man ascends, he can Why don't you help him?"
"I have to sneak out... If it's really so easy to get around outside, can the old man stay here for so many years?"
He Xu Xu? Talking naggingly, like a dying person.
It doesn’t matter whether the monks around me are willing to listen.
But among these monks, no one dared to show any signs of strangeness.
What happened before has completely stopped them from resisting.
As a monk of the Demon Sect, the most important thing you need is to deceive your master and destroy your ancestors.
The Nascent Soul cultivator of the Demon Sect who had been summoned back before discovered that the sect leader in front of him only had a trace of his soul left, so he took action decisively, and then... he was gone.
The sect leader didn’t even make any move.
A perfect Nascent Soul, murderous without calculation, after the downgrade of heaven and earth, the great monk of the Demon Sect, who had already stood at the top of the Ogura Realm, had his skills backlash in an instant, and died in agony, crying.
All the remaining Demon Sect monks are filled with awe!
Don’t dare to be any more negligent.
The old man muttered for a while, and then looked softly at a stern young man in black not far in front of him:
"Shenfu, how did you do what the old man told you? ”
Shen Fu immediately saluted the old man respectfully:
“Back to the Supreme Elder, the disciple just investigated the whereabouts of the bleeding unicorn not long ago. This beast seems to have been suppressed by heaven and earth, and is now hidden deep in the earth’s veins. places, rounded into zeros, and distributed in... "
Hearing Shen Fu's reply, the old man nodded with satisfaction:
"You did a good job and checked carefully. Liang Qiuyu has accepted a good disciple."
He turned to ask:
"What's the situation like with the three sects in Dajin?"
Shen Fu's face didn't show any emotion at all, and he calmly recounted what he learned about the situation one by one:
"The Holy Sect is in Dajin. Many of the methods arranged by Jin have become ineffective as the elders have become immortals. Now we can only roughly know that there are very few god-transforming monks from the three sects, and I am afraid it will take some time to find out the details."
< br>The old man frowned slightly, as if he was not satisfied with this answer.
But he then asked:
"Youxian Temple...can you detect the whereabouts of Tai'a and Xi Lingbo?"
Shen Fu's expressionless face showed a rare hint of embarrassment.
Before he could speak, the old man himself shook his head:
“That’s all, if they really want to hide, you won’t be able to find them.”
Immediately convinced. He closed his mouth and retreated respectfully into the crowd.
But at this moment, the old man raised his hand and flicked his fingers, shooting a porcelain bottle into Shen Fu's hand.
Shen Fu raised his head in astonishment.
The old man did not speak, but motioned to Shen Fu to open the porcelain bottle.
Shen Fu hesitated for a moment and gently opened the cork.
Then a group of extremely pure black water droplets quickly overflowed from the porcelain bottle.
Sensing the pure power contained in the black water droplets, the surrounding Demon Sect monks looked at Shen Fu with complex emotions of shock, envy, and jealousy in their eyes.
Shen Fu also looked shocked and stuttered when he spoke:
"This, this... Supreme Elder, this thing is too valuable..."
The old man With a kind smile on his face, he waved his hands gently:
< br>"Although what you did was for the sake of the sect, it also helped the old man. It contained the power of the soul that the old man had accumulated after he could no longer improve. Whether it was used for practice or refining magic weapons, it was It’s quite useful.”
"But, but..."
"It's just a small reward."
The old man raised his hand gently, stopped what he was about to say, and then looked at the crowd:
"The old man said from the beginning that as long as you work well for the Holy Sect, the Holy Sect will not treat you badly."
Hearing the old man's words, the monks below couldn't help but express their emotions.
A middle-aged monk hesitated for a moment, then saluted the old man and said:
"To report to the Supreme Elder, the disciple's former slave cultivator who stayed in Dajin said one thing, and I don't know if there is any It’s no use.”
The old man didn’t speak, just looked at him.
The monks couldn't help but look at him.
The middle-aged monk couldn't help but mention it in his heart, but he still said bravely:
"During this period, within the three sects and one clan of the Great Jin Dynasty, except for the Youxian Temple, which is not clear, there have been large-scale changes in the people at the helm and the important positions within the sect. The leader of the Changsheng Sect was taken over by the original elder, the cultivator Liang Qiaosong. But in fact, it is the original first true successor of the Changsheng Sect, and is managed by 'An Changshou', who is known as the Little Sword God. "
"Liang Qiaosong?"
The old man frowned slightly:
"I seem to have heard of it somewhere... By the way, this generation of Changsheng Sect has mastered the magical power of longevity. That one?"
The middle-aged monk nodded quickly and complimented:
"Sure enough, the Supreme Elder's candle shines thousands of miles away."
"The Immortality Sect, the magical power of extending life..."
The old man was not affected, his eyes were thoughtful.
The monks below noticed the old man's reaction, and their hearts moved slightly.
Immediately a fat monk with a smile on his face stood up:
"Your Majesty, now that the immortals of the Changsheng Sect have ceased to exist and have declined, why don't we take advantage of his illness to kill him? Seize the tens of thousands of years of accumulation of the Changsheng Sect?"
The old man was noncommittal and frowned slightly. Then he asked the middle-aged monk just now:
"Wanxiang Sect, the changes should be bigger, right?"
While speaking.
In his mind, a moon-white figure flashed across his mind, and his eyes subconsciously flashed a sharp light.
This is the first time in so many years that he has suffered such a big loss from a junior!
If he hadn't always left room for action, he would have even deliberately used his magical power to forget all his back-ups in order to prevent himself from feeling confident.
At this moment, I am afraid that like those transformed gods of the Jin Dynasty, they are hanging in the sky and have completely become a part of this world.
Even so, he has now suffered heavy losses that are difficult to estimate, and he even had to show up in person to take control of the overall situation.
The middle-aged monk quickly replied:
"Back to the Supreme Elder, the Wanxiang Sect has indeed changed more. The number of embodied gods in the sect is not clear. However, the position of the sect leader was inherited by Qu Shentong, the original lord of Shaoyin Mountain, and there was also a deputy sect leader. The position seems to be...well, it is held by a person named 'Wang Yan'."
"Bang!"
The void beside the old man suddenly exploded!
The sky darkened instantly, as if they noticed something, the dark clouds slowly gathered in the sky...
All the Nascent Soul monks couldn't help but hold their breath, staring at the old man nervously, the air A moment of silence.
"Huh——"
The old man let out a long breath.
The sharp light in his eyes quietly disappeared, and the terrifying aura surging in his body quickly converged. The dark clouds in the sky suddenly lost their target, lingered for a while, and gradually dispersed.
He looked at the middle-aged monk:
"Where did you say just now? Keep talking."
The middle-aged monk swallowed nervously, suppressed the fear in his heart, and said quickly:
"Yes, yes, I just talked about the deputy sect leader of Wanxiang Sect Wang Hao. This person is quite lackluster. The only extraordinary thing is that he has a master who transforms into a god..."
Hearing this, the old man couldn't help but let out a laugh.
Lackluster?
If he hadn't clearly remembered that this young man named Wang Yan had used various means to take away the Yin Shen position that he had carefully laid out for two hundred years, thus making his plan go to waste, he would have been afraid. I really thought that the other party was lackluster and useless.
If he hates Mr. Xun Fu, then he feels more shame and anger than hatred for Wang Ba, who has just stepped into the Nascent Soul.
The most important thing is that he still clearly remembers that he clearly defeated the opponent's soul consciousness at the expense of both jade and stone.
But at the last moment, the other party mysteriously resurrected on the spot.
“Am I wrong?”
“Is it the will of heaven and earth, or is it an unknown magical power?”
The old man frowned in thought. At this time, the monks around him were not blind, and they could all see that the old man seemed to have thoughts about the new deputy head of the Wanxiang Sect.
The smiling fat monk who had just suggested attacking the Changsheng Sect couldn’t help but look overjoyed when he heard the middle-aged monk’s words, and immediately said:
“Your Majesty , even the sect leader is just Nascent Soul Monk, I’m afraid that the Wanxiang Sect will suffer even greater losses this time! We can directly bypass the Changsheng Sect and take action against the Wanxiang Sect!”
Although the Holy Sect has also suffered huge losses, as long as this supreme leader is here, we can There is no hope of swallowing up the Wanxiang Sect.
And as long as they swallow the Wanxiang Sect, with the accumulation of the Wanxiang Sect over the years, if nothing else, they Nascent Soul monks will definitely be able to eat their fill. When they are strong enough, they can take advantage of the opportunity to swallow the Changsheng Sect and Youxian Temple...
Not only the smiling fat monk understood this truth, but other monks also reacted to it.
Thinking of the old man's generous reward just now, I couldn't help but secretly regret not making the suggestion earlier.
Among the crowd, only Shen Fu's heart suddenly sank.
"Oops, this old demon Han is probably going to target the Wanxiang Sect! I have to inform my senior brother quickly!"
However, what the monks didn't expect was that the old man just glanced at the smiling fat monk and said calmly:
"Wanxiang Sect... don't worry about it."
No, don't worry about it. ?
Not only the fat monk, but also other monks around him could not help but be stunned.
I don’t understand what the Supreme Being is thinking.
The old man frowned slightly, paused, and added:
“Keep an eye on the Wanxiang Sect, but don’t move.”
Immediately, before everyone could react, he asked the middle-aged monk again Said:
“Is there any more?”
The middle-aged monk hesitated for a moment, then said:
"The whereabouts of Youxian Temple are a mystery, and the disciples' slave cultivators are not clear, but the Qin family has also changed..."
Compared with the three sects, the changes in the Qin family are obviously not easy for the old man. Worth mentioning.
So he just listened to a few words and then shot a porcelain bottle at the middle-aged monk with a snap of his fingers.
Whisper a few words of encouragement.
Seeing that the old man had no intention of rewarding him, the smiling fat monk hesitated for a moment and then reported something to the old man.
"Those true warriors raised by the Three Continents have backfired on Daoshengzhou?"
The old man was a little surprised:
"Although Daoshengzhou's method does not understand the Dao, he is also good at driving puppets. near Dao, even if the spirit cannot be transformed, there should still be many Nascent Soul cultivators. These true warriors have only appeared for a few decades. How can they have the ability to backfire on Dao Shengzhou? "
The smiling fat cultivator was asked. The smile on his face froze slightly , quickly wiped the non-existent sweat drops on his forehead, and whispered:
"This, the disciples really don't know much about this. I only heard that Wang Xu, the ancestor of Zhenwu, who created the way of Zhenwu, practiced Just a few decades, no A long time ago, he actually killed the Yuan Ying Perfection cultivator in Daoshengzhou on the North Sea. Although it is said that it was a bit cunning, he was also said to be a man of destiny...I, I will go find out and report back soon!" br>
The old man couldn't help but narrowed his eyes:
"A mortal who has only practiced true martial arts for a few decades can actually kill a Yuanying Perfection monk?"
"Such a speed of progress is what I am doing Even the monks of the Holy Sect are far behind."
"Destiny...Destiny..."
"Zhenwu is a bit interesting..."
Among the crowd, a monk immediately volunteered:
"Disciple, go and capture this person now! Ask if there is any adventure in you!"
The old man raised his hand calmly and stopped the other party:
“ You must prioritize things, and you and Ren'er are far apart... Shen Fu, since you have found the location of the blood unicorn, please lead the way for the old man."
In the crowd, Shen Fu's body was slightly shaken when his name was called.
Then he immediately showed a hint of surprise at being respected, and said quickly:
"Disciple accepts the order!"
My heart could not help but gradually sink.
With Old Devil Han by his side, even if something happened, he would not dare to notify his senior brother at all.
"Well, some of you should stay with the Holy Sect, and some of you should go with the old man. This is your opportunity."
The old man glanced around and nodded at some people.
Then these figures quietly disappeared into the original demon sect formation.
……
Huangjizhou.
There are more than ten thousand towering temples leaning on the coast.
At the edge, in a dark and gloomy temple.
Consciousness returns to the idol.
Wang Yan slowly opened his eyes.
However, in my heart, I still couldn't help but think of what happened in front of that mortal city just now.
After frowning and thinking for a while, I finally found some fragments of words in the nooks and crannies of my memory:
"Great Confucian... I remember that the sect's documents once recorded that in ancient times, there was indeed a school of cultivation that did not cultivate lifespan or magical powers, but only cultivated a breath of awe-inspiring righteousness. With a single breath, it could even make the ancient gods do it. collapse , but in ordinary times, he has no power to restrain a chicken and is extremely weak."
"What I saw today is probably this kind of inheritance."
"I didn't expect Huangjizhou to be so weak. Still retaining such ancient laws "Sect, and there are still people practicing."
Wang Yan couldn't help but ponder:
"It should be related to Daqian. According to the rough records in the sect, Daqian unified Huangjizhou. Afterwards, one should repair All transportation and supplies are controlled by the Daqian royal family. Almost all the gods in Huangji Continent are descendants of the Daqian royal family or a few meritorious descendants... In order to ensure their rule, Daqian may deliberately promote this Confucianism. "
Anyway, no matter how powerful the Confucian is, his lifespan is the same as that of ordinary people, and he controls the resources for cultivation, so there is no need to worry about these people rebelling.
Thinking about it this way, it roughly makes sense.
However, these have little to do with him. What makes him more concerned is, what kind of method can this great Confucian practice be classified into?
“Looking at how he recited the words of the saint when he took action... it should be classified as a divine pattern ritual.”
“But the words of the saint can be effective, but they are also like It brings together the people’s beliefs, and it feels like the way of the soul.”
Wang Ba couldn't help but frowned, recalling that Chi Jian had given him many Kung Fu books before, and there were still many that he had not yet read:
"I don't know if among these books given by Senior Chi Jian, Is there such a great Confucian practice method?"
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but think of Chi Jian again.
Can’t help but shake his head slightly.
The world has changed, and the situation has changed drastically. Senior Chi Jian, who has a good relationship with him, may not be alive now.
Just then.
Outside the temple, the unique voice of the Mother Goddess, whose voice was difficult to distinguish between male and female, came:
“The Confucian scholars of Daqian bullied me too much!”
“Well God, River God, Rain God... If you quickly occupy this area, I will flood this place!"
Wang Hao felt a little confused.
"It's strange. It's not that the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Gods has swept across the entire Huangji Continent. Why are so many evil gods coming here, but it's so ineffective?"
It's not that he wants to watch the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Gods ravage Huangji Continent. Grow unbridled.
But he was puzzled by the huge gap between the information he knew and what he saw with his own eyes.
The Evil God values mortals the most, but the Mother Goddess would rather flood a city to vent her anger, which shows how frustrated she is.
Thinking of this, his mind moved slightly, and the statue rose from the ground, turned from reality to reality, and quickly flew out of the temple.
I saw huge evil gods with different appearances also standing on the temple, either with angry eyes or gloomy eyes, looking into the distance.
The incense monks below also followed behind and waved flags to cheer.
Not long after, several evil gods named by the Mother Goddess flew straight into the distance.
In this way, the evil gods above the temple returned to the temple one by one.
Not long after, the voice of the Mother Goddess came to Wang Hao’s ears again, but this time, there was a little more emotion in her voice, as if she was still concerned about those Confucian scholars:< br>
"Yin Shen, if you come to my palace, I will give you the most powerful method."
Wang Ba's heart suddenly condensed.
“Go to his temple?”
At this moment, the power of the Yin God couldn’t help but be ready to move.
He replied calmly, and then his body quickly turned into reality. He quickly flew out of the temple and flew straight to one of the three largest temples among the more than 10,000 temples.
The statue quickly passed through the temple and fell into a hall filled with brilliant divine light.
As far as the eye can see, there is a huge placenta hanging in the middle of the hall, with countless umbilical cords leading to the surrounding nothingness.
However, the moment he saw the placenta, Wang Yan's heart couldn't help but sink:
"God Lord level?"
What shocked him even more was .
Suddenly, two or three familiar voices of surprise came from beside me:
"You... aren't you the monk who forced us to enter the sky before!" (End of this chapter)