Chapter 457 The limelight belongs only to Sect Leader Shen (5K)
[In the 34th thousand years, the resentment of many demons and monsters has almost collapsed, leaving only a few with dull expressions. Like you, they are all sitting motionless like wooden figures]
Apparently, there wasn't enough time.
Shen Yi put her hands on the ground, breathing heavily, showing a rare embarrassed posture.
After losing the support of Li Xuanqing's understanding, forcing him to deduce Tianyan Forty-Nine actually caused his soul to suffer unimaginable damage.
And it's not just Shen Yi herself.
Including the many demon souls who accompanied him along the way, they all almost disappeared and disintegrated. Even the dragon-headed general who returned to the sixth level of virtual reality was lost in the Tianyan Forty-Nine.
not enough.
Shen Yi wiped the corners of her lips and raised her eyes.
We must invite another truly talented demon to come in.
Zheng Qian thought about the "large army" he had mentioned before and suddenly felt a little embarrassed. He glanced back at Ye Wenxuan and saw the strange look on the other party's face. He couldn't help but introduced: "What are you doing in a daze without being polite? This is Nanyang metropolitan."
Ye Wenxuan was silent for a long time, and finally shook her head and said: "Thank you, Senior Zheng, for your kindness, but I may not die if I leave Tianjian Sect. If I am really involved in this matter..."
Liu Qianyun said nothing and looked at Yan Wencheng next to her.
"See Sect Master Shen."
This kind of formation is not weak no matter where it is.
The incident with the Golden Firebird last time had already proven this.
The three of them were looking behind them curiously, but they didn't notice that Ye Wenxuan's expression suddenly changed.
Zheng Qian and the others bowed their hands and raised their eyebrows: "No more? Are you the only one?"
Zheng Qian interrupted her words and looked into the distance: "The big troops haven't arrived yet."
This may be her last time here.
Thinking of this, he shook his head, opened the formation, and rushed out.
Otherwise, before the skill is even completed, I am afraid that my mind will collapse.
On the relief outside Tianjian Sect.
At the level of returning to the void, moving mountains and filling seas is just a small step.
Shen Yi put away the Tao cards.
But there are still people who are studying the so-called fist and palm method.
"Are we really going?"
Only these three people could come because they had personal relationships with Shen Yi.
Shen Yi tapped her chin and stepped onto the treasure ship.
"Sect Master Shen, how are the preparations going? We are waiting for you at Tianjian Sect. How many people have come? Do you need to pick them up?"
A familiar purple and white rainbow finally appeared in the sky.
There was an endless stream of people coming and going, and the sword robes they wore looked sharper than the clothes of other alliance sects.
Even if there is a certain elder Bai Yujing's intention, it is not convenient for the Qingyue Sect to come forward and really make some discordant actions with the Tianjian Sect.
The sluggish spirit finally regained some of its energy.
She raised her head and looked at the three figures next to her. Although their cultivation levels were much better than her own, except for the senior Zheng Qian whom she met earlier, none of the remaining men and women seemed to have crossed the dividing line.
"What are you in a hurry for?"
"..."
He just sat there for three days and nights.
There must be something mysterious in it.
But in front of the errands recorded in the jade slips, it seems a bit unsatisfactory.
Shen Yi sat up, intending to take a short rest and experience the new technique he had just started.
With Shen Yi's meticulous mind, since he dared to agree, he must have considered it.
"..."
…
I do not know how long it has been.
[Remaining demon lifespan: 115,000 years]
"Um?"
"if not."
Ye Wenxuan stood on the Qingyue Sect's treasure ship, staring at the sword relief that day with some despair: "..."
How many people have come, how can I help now?
He stood up and took out the Taoist sign, which contained news from Liu Qianyun.
Ye Wenxuan swallowed her throat and stared at Shen Yi's handsome face.
How come there is such a big gap.
His identity as a deacon was recognized by the elder Jinkou Yuling, but the other party's so-called sect leader's identity was self-proclaimed.
As a result, no one regarded Ye as a deacon.
On the contrary, these powerful monks in the Return to Void Realm were actually able to call him Sect Leader Shen with sincerity in front of so many people.
If he was the one who opened the formation in the first place...
Could it be that the person who is respected now is Sect Leader Ye?
"Look at how you look, you're calling someone."
Zheng Qian rolled his eyes and poked her between the eyebrows with his fingertips.
Shen Yi glanced sideways and shook her head: "This is an old acquaintance, don't make those false moves."
After saying that, he nodded towards Ye Wenxuan: "Sit down and let's talk about the situation."
Although the other party's behavior when she first left Nanyang Sect was indeed unpopular, but in any case, she gave Nanyang Treasure a very cherished development time.
For the living beings who have survived to this day, including him, Shen Yi, this is a debt of gratitude that cannot be erased.
"I……"
Ye Wenxuan took two steps back and sat down uneasily.
In fact, she really didn't expect it.
The help that these seniors of the Alliance Sect were waiting for turned out to be Shen Yi.
What she didn't expect was that the other party's attitude was actually quite gentle, and he didn't use any excuse to get angry at her because of the previous incident.
"I'm not sure...I've been doing some chores in the deacon hall...for you."
Ye Wenxuan originally thought that if one day she rose in status, she would impress those in the Nanyang Sect and let them know what the right choice was.
That's why I was in a daze because of embarrassment before.
But she suddenly found that it was not so difficult to admit that she had become a handyman.
With that said, Ye Wenxuan handed over the jade slip.
"Why is it called counterinsurgency?"
Shen Yi took the jade slip and glanced at it, finding that the content inside was a bit too simple, and then handed the jade slip to the others.
"Actually, it's normal. This matter is not what the deacons should do. Usually, the outer elders are in charge."
Zheng Qian continued: "By leaving this matter to her, the Tianjian Sect actually made it clear that they wanted her to get out."
It was Shen Yi's old acquaintance that made her realize that Ye Wenxuan was actually a native of Nanyang.
In this case, I can say a few more words.
"You didn't quite understand when you first came out. In fact, the jurisdiction of the Seven Sons of Nanhong is not limited to the seven alliance sects. The reason is that it is the Hedao Treasure Land."
"It is definitely not the right way to sit and eat in the mountains. If there is any accident in the seven Hedao treasure places, missing one is equivalent to missing a Hedao realm giant...such as Nanyang Sect."
"So we have been working hard to cultivate other forces. We do not bring them into the treasure land, but allow them to develop territories outside. Many of the former supporters of Nanyang Sect now have Bai Yujing monks as their commanders. of great power.”
"certainly……"
Zheng Qian smiled awkwardly: "They may not still listen to you now."
That group of fans nominally belonged to the Nanyang Sect, but in fact, within the past 100,000 years, they had long been taken over by other allied sects.
What's more, only a few people seem to recognize Shen Yi's position as "sect leader".
"Let's talk about it again. These vassals of the Seven Sons of Nanhong rarely have any problems. Some of them have a rudimentary form and are directly managed by the elders. For example, the Chen family, the head of the family is a strong man at the fifth level of Void Return. But it seems to have fallen off recently.”
"This year's filial piety has not been handed in yet, and I haven't said anything yet. This is considered a betrayal."
When the word filial piety was mentioned, Zheng Qian was not embarrassed at all.
In Nanhong, there are many forces that want to surrender but are not qualified.
The Seven Sects almost only protect those forces that have been cultivated by one hand to avoid being interfered by demons trying to fish in troubled waters.
"You have to go and see the specific situation to know the specific situation."
"But I have to remind you that this matter represents the face of the Seven Sects. If the situation is not right, we should try not to intervene. It is better not to do anything than to make a mistake."
"Understood."
Shen Yi felt like she was dreaming of returning to Boyun County.
After going round and round for a long time, I finally started to collect my share of the money, which is considered my old profession.
…
Nanhong, Chen family.
In the majestic main hall, there is an empty coffin.
The surroundings were full of clan members, all wearing sackcloth and wearing mourning.
They gathered around a young man with a withered face, silently looking out the door.
Only outside the palace.
A straight figure stood with his hands behind his back. His face was somewhat similar to that of the withered young man, but his eyebrows and eyes were shining brightly. The jade trees stood in the wind, and his appearance was unrestrained and suave.
"Dad's coffin hasn't been buried yet, are you so anxious?"
The withered young man was the eldest son of the Chen family. There was fierceness in his eyes, his palms opened and closed slightly, and the aura of heaven and earth around him was vaguely rioting.
The patriarch died, and it was not until the funeral was held that he came to power. However, this empty coffin has been blocked in the main hall by his brother for a whole month.
The losses were heavy. Seven of the clan elders on the fourth level of Void Return alone were seriously injured, and two of them died because the other party's ruthless attacks made the medicine useless.
"Do I look anxious?"
The man outside finally turned around and smiled.
He took out a wine jar from the storage treasure, held the mouth of the jar, and raised it towards everyone: "This jar is dedicated to me, Chen Ziqi. I was kicked out of the Chen family by my brother back then, but I am still alive today."
After saying that, the young man drank it all in one gulp.
He threw the wine jar to the ground and stepped into the palace.
Accompanied by a clicking sound.
All the people wearing sackcloth and mourning took a step back, with a bit of complexity in their eyes.
Having a son like a dragon is supposed to be a good thing for the revitalization of the family.
But the bad thing is that two dragons were born, and the sick dragon among them chose the most inappropriate time to come back to the house again.
Chen Zilong was left standing alone in front of the coffin, with murderous intent on his haggard face.
"In this altar, I am honored to be Chen Ziqi. Under such circumstances, he opened up territory for my Chen family and laid a huge territory. I should be the first to do so."
Chen Ziqi drank another jar of wine.
Wiped the corners of his lips with his sleeve.
He walked up to Chen Zilong unhurriedly, took out the last jar of wine and handed it over: "This jar, you respect me and admit that I am more suitable to be the leader of this clan than you."
"otherwise."
Chen Ziqi's voice was gentle as he uttered the last word: "Death."
After saying that, he slowly let go.
Watching the wine jar fall, it was like a death knell.
If he wanted to survive, Chen Zilong could only pick up the wine jar before it fell to the ground.
For monks in the Return to Void Realm, this is not a difficult task.
The many clansmen who were wearing sackcloth and mourning seemed to have seen the next scene. They all sighed and made hand gestures.
If the clan leader is still alive, there may still be a chance.
But the death of the other party is unclear, so the two of them can only rely on their own methods.
Obviously, Chen Ziqi has demonstrated his strength by being able to block many tribesmen in the hall for a month by himself.
But what everyone didn't expect was.
The sound of the wine jar breaking was heard in the hall for the third time.
Chen Zilong looked at the wine splattering all over the ground indifferently, and then his eyes fell on his brother. He closed his eyes, hiding the murderous intention in his eyes, and said softly: "The Chen family doesn't want the place you brought down. How much strength do you have? The Chen family doesn’t care.”
"You take your Yangguan Road, and I'll take my single-plank bridge. The Chen family's small temple cannot accommodate a giant Buddha like yours."
"please."
As Chen Zilong said this, he slowly raised his palm and made a gesture of chasing away guests.
Seeing this response, Chen Ziqi was silent for a moment, and then a smile finally appeared on his lips: "You picked it yourself, don't blame me."
As he spoke, the long robe on his body did not move in the wind.
"Today's coffin is just the right place to bury you."
In an instant, the rippling blue Dao Palace emerged from between his eyebrows, blocking the view outside the hall. It was four stories high and filled with two touches of spiritual energy.
The two-story spiritual palace, even among Nanhong's seven sons, is close to the threshold of becoming a direct descendant.
"I only regret that I didn't kill you with my own hands."
Chen Zilong laughed at himself and suddenly clenched his palms. However, in front of his younger brother, his withered face looked unconvincing no matter how ferocious it was.
"Then I have to thank you."
Chen Ziqi suddenly pinched the magic formula, but just halfway through, he frowned and looked back outside the hall.
In the faint sound of footsteps.
A young man with a handsome face and a black shirt came slowly, followed by four monks with good temperament.
He walked into the hall leisurely, ignoring everyone.
Walked up to the brothers.
"..."
Chen Ziqi instinctively made way for him, and then watched helplessly as the young man passed him, walked up to the main seat, and sat down on the chair that the two brothers had been fighting for for many years.
Shen Yi patted the hem of his clothes lightly, leaned back on the chair, supported his chin with one hand, and glanced calmly below.
Immediately, his calm voice rang out in the hall: "What's the matter? Let's talk about it."
Since he is collecting money from members, Shen Yi has quite a lot of experience.
"..."
The other four people stood below and looked at each other quietly.
Zheng Qian looked away, raised his eyebrows, and said through a message: "Is he really just out of Nanyang Sect? He is more stable than your father."
Liu Qianyun's eyes were also full of suspicion.
She had seen Shen Yi's gentle side, and she had also seen the other side's murderous side, but she still didn't expect that he had a temperament that she couldn't guess.
"He used to be the head catcher of Baiyun County...the commander-in-chief of Qingzhou...the inspector of Daqian...the demon king of Thousand Demons Cave..."
Ye Wenxuan sighed in her heart, suddenly feeling like she was signing up for a dish.
Including Yan Wencheng, the remaining three people fell silent at the same time.
Although I have never heard of these forces, this experience sounds really rich, especially the last one, which makes people feel a little confused.
Is there really a person underneath these names?
“…”
Chen Ziqi stared at the man above him.
I came back to regain my dignity, not to complain to Master Qingtian.
What made him even more dissatisfied was.
The monk who was on the third level of Void Return just now instinctively retreated.
Probably because the few remaining people were wearing Qingyue Sect robes.
The time dragged on for too long, and I was too complacent, so the people from Nanhong Seventh Son were still waiting for them.
If you wait until you take over.
I don't mind exchanging pleasantries with these "immortals".
But not today.
The limelight in this palace can only belong to him.
"Senior Immortal of the Qingyue Sect, this is a household matter of my Chen family. After the son's vessel is taken care of, this year's tribute will be doubled. You guys are tired from traveling and traveling, so please rest first."
Chen Ziqi raised his hands.
Even when facing the Nanhong Seventh Monk, his words were neither humble nor arrogant.
With his posture and the talents displayed by He Daogong, even the elders of the outer sect would inevitably think highly of him.
Zheng Qian, for example, nodded with satisfaction.
However, Shen Yi just glanced at him casually: "I didn't ask that, I let you speak."
There was no hint of sarcasm in his voice.
But Chen Ziqi's face suddenly turned red. A small repairman used his status to bully others.
If he were not a disciple of the Immortal Sect, would he be able to point his finger at me with this level of cultivation? !
"Shangxian! Ziqi has finished taking care of the family affairs first, and then I will talk to you."
Chen Ziqi suddenly withdrew his palms, his eyes fell on his brother in front of him again, and his whole body suddenly became violent!
A terrifying sense of oppression almost simultaneously overflowed from the Taoist palace with the vast blue sea.
Even Zheng Qian's expression changed slightly.
Such a small force located in a corner, with negligible resources, could actually have a monk on par with her.
Such talent is enough to be proud of.
Thinking of this, she looked towards Shen Yi, wanting to see what the other party meant.
In this hall, she and Shen Yi are probably the only ones who can stop Chen Ziqi, not even that old dog Shi Puppet.
However, Zongzhu Shen's attitude is too high, and it would be inappropriate to take action now. It would be a bit embarrassing if he fell into a fierce battle.
However, Shen Yi didn't seem to see her questioning eyes.
Still leaning on the back of the chair.
Suddenly, there was silence for a moment, as if everything was stagnant.
Wait until it returns to normal.
Almost everyone held their breath.
The ink shirt on the chair was still fluttering slightly, and the handsome young man's eyes did not even change.
The only difference between the field and the previous one.
Only Chen Ziqi was half-kneeling on the ground, his whole chest collapsed.
His mouth was filled with dark red plasma, his eyes were wide open, and he stared at the height in disbelief: "You...you..."
"Can we talk now?" Shen Yi raised his eyebrows and looked down.
"Why did the Immortal stand up for him...I don't understand..." Chen Ziqi's face was full of pain and resentment, with a trace of fear. He held blood in his mouth and said unclearly: "When I was kicked out of the house, who would replace me?" I'm in charge, who cares about me..."
"well."
Shen Yi's eyes finally showed some excitement. She pressed her palms and said calmly: "I didn't ask you to talk about this. I asked you to talk about the aura of the aquatic tribe on your body."
"Now, can you start talking?"
His voice echoed in everyone's ears, but it made everyone change their expressions.
Chen Ziqi stopped crying in anger, his expression was slightly stagnant, and then he stared at him fearfully.
(End of chapter)