Chapter 462 The Brave Puppet Sect (5K4, thanks to the leader of the Blue Goblin)
"Song Master Shen, this time..."
Liu Qianyun handed over the pile of books with a complicated expression.
Obviously, Nanhong Seventh Son is serious this time.
This is a major event involving the position of the leader of Nanyang Baodi.
It can't be just a personal relationship or other excuse.
If she extends a helping hand again, even her father may get into trouble and interfere with the inheritance of the sect leader's position without authorization. Brother Bai Yujing will also die!
"I see."
Shen Yi nodded and said softly: "Thank you for your help from the Qingyue Sect."
He is just not good at dealing with people, but he knows it in his heart.
Since leaving Nanyang Sect, it can be said that I have received a lot of favors from Qingyue Sect and senior Xuanqing.
Liu Qianyun pursed her lips, then smiled and said: "But as promised before, the matter of sending people to teach the Fa is still in effect... And this, please keep it, this is my father's wish."
"Sect Master, do you think we should simply shut down the sect's formation and continue as before..."
"Then it'll be fine."
"Well."
Li Qingfeng stared at Shen Yi. He knew how amazing the other person's journey was, but the time was still too short.
Li Xuanqing looked away, feeling that the sect leader had misunderstood something.
Qingfeng Li reluctantly looked away and picked out a brochure: "This should be the most urgent. The Puppet Sect has been invaded by demons for half a month."
Now that the formation is closed, wouldn't the old dog's death be in vain? Senior Xuan Qing went out to wander around, could it be that he went out to embarrass himself.
"As long as you still have life, everything will be possible."
It's just because I was spanked by Uncle Ji when I was a child, so I have a shadow in my heart.
The reason why he was polite to him was not because the relationship was particularly good.
Shen Yi simply threw the booklet on the table.
She turned around and left Nanyang Treasure Land with a group of Qingyue Sect deacons.
"I am willing to follow the sect leader to subdue the demon!"
Li Xuanqing raised his eyes in confusion: "How do you know? Do you know Uncle Ji?"
Among these one hundred and eighty-two families, more than half of them, if you pick any one at random, have strong men above the sixth level of Void Return sitting in charge, they can destroy Nanyang Manmen with a wave of their hands.
Qingfeng Li meticulously flipped through the book on the table, then took out the gold-plated and jade-inlaid roster and matched the two one by one.
"You're very free, right?" Shen Yi patted the back of his head.
Shen Yi was silent for a moment, then walked slowly back to the Patriarch's Hall: "Is Master Qingyue a woman?"
The main hall of the inner gate of Nanyang Sect.
"call."
After all, these fans had just transferred from the Alliance Sect, and they were still known as the Seventh Son of Nanyang outside. No one dared to provoke them.
"Do your job."
"Thank you for your understanding."
It's a pity that there are still too few, only 12 or 3 people in total.
Shen Yi shook her head and put the decree away.
"..."
That Uncle Ji was famous for his indifference, let alone helping Nanyang Sect. Even if Xuan Qing died in front of him, this Uncle might not take action.
As for borrowing things...it's simply the opposite of Tiangang!
He was just curious as to why there was such unreasonable kindness in this world, so the co-authorship relied on Senior Xuan Qing's relationship.
Zongzhu Shen’s pockets are cleaner than his face. The last time Mr. Nie came to ask about the Dao Pillar treasures, he packed them up and exchanged them for Xuanfeng Essence and Blood. He also owed Qingyue Sect a fortune for refining Tianhuang Dan. medicine.
"The rest of the things, apart from those chores, are a bit troublesome."
Outside the main hall, a group of masters of the Chen family's Void Return Realm, including Yu Zu, as long as they were above the third level, all received Nanyang deacon robes.
"He said if you are too tired, don't push yourself."
…
One person has to shoulder the responsibility of a sect, tsk.
As time passed, beads of sweat broke out on his forehead: "This...these are all vassals of Nanyang Sect? Isn't it the other way around?"
Shen Yi sat next to him, also flipping through the booklet.
"Put it aside and pretend you didn't see it."
Qingfeng Li exhaled and glanced sideways: "It seems there are a lot of things. In fact, more than 80% of them are borrowing things from us... But I have almost never heard of these things."
As she spoke, Liu Qianyun quietly stuffed a decree into Shen Yi's sleeves, then cupped her hands with force and said, "Sect Master Shen, I'll take my leave!"
The few uninjured elders of the Chen family, all of whom had returned to the fourth level of virtual reality, all stepped out suddenly at this moment.
They have only been in Nanyang Sect for a short time, but they have already fully understood the current situation.
How can we give up on the merits of following the dragon?
This is a good opportunity that the Chen family's ancestors have accumulated through generations of virtue.
Apart from anything else, just wearing this deacon's robe, I wouldn't have dared to think about it in the past.
Besides, apart from Nanyang Sect, no one is willing to take them in now.
"Bring some experienced people."
Shen Yi put the book away, stood up and walked out of the hall.
When it comes to the strength of the fight, if you can't even solve it yourself, no matter how much these people go, it will be in vain.
But after all, they are monks from outside, and their way of handling things must be much more skillful than mine.
"For the rest, you can give them some chores and try not to damage them."
Now there are only a few people in the sect, so they can't stand the trouble.
Shen Yi didn't want to go out and come back to find everyone dead.
Soon three elders of the Chen family followed.
Qingfeng Li looked at the remaining ten people who were looking at each other and shook his head: "Don't you quite understand?"
Hearing this, everyone nodded in astonishment.
There is no reason for the sect master to go out to take risks and his subordinates to do life-saving things.
"Used to it."
Qingfeng Li stood up slowly and explained: "This is why, at least 90% of the people in this inner sect are willing to die for him."
"but."
Qingfeng Li changed his tone and said with a smile: "Although our sect leader is kind-hearted, he is quick to act. I hope you will not have the chance to see that scene."
The faces of the Chen family changed slightly.
In fact, they have already seen it.
The raging and blazing sea of fire was still lingering in front of their eyes until now.
"Get to work."
Qingfeng Li has no intention of overstepping his authority. He is just a small follower of Shen Yi now.
He just didn't want these people to misunderstand Shen Yi's kindness and lead to unnecessary things.
Sect Master Shen is not only good at killing monsters, he is also ruthless in killing people.
Nanyang Zongwai.
Shen Yi did not change into Nanyang white robe, but still wore an ink shirt.
One of the reasons is that he doesn't want to be too ostentatious. In addition, the sect leader does everything personally. If word spreads, people will look down on the Nanyang Sect.
Although he never cared about these false names.
But Nanyang Sect is in great need now.
Nei Ling could only act fiercely, trying to regain the one hundred and eighty-two families in a helpless way.
Three Chen family elders who were on the fourth level of Void Return were following behind, wearing Nanyang deacon robes, and they looked quite imposing.
"Sect Master, they seem to be avoiding me."
One of the clan elders looked forward in astonishment.
I saw that no matter which one of Nanhong's seven families, no matter whether he was a deacon or an outer elder, as soon as he saw Shen Yi, he would turn away from a distance like a mouse seeing a cat, without hesitation.
"..."
Shen Yi ignored it and swept forward following the route recorded in the booklet.
These people maintain their own identities, so how can they be willing to pay homage to a junior and simply avoid seeing them.
But it's okay, it saves a lot of trouble.
Shen Yi lowered her eyes and looked at her hands.
According to the records in the gilded roster, the Puppet Sect can be considered a moderate presence among the 182 families.
Although his cultivation level is not high.
But with one-handed puppet-making skills, he is not afraid even if he encounters a sixth-level demon returning to the void.
They didn't ask for help at first, they just wanted to borrow some treasures from heaven and earth to repair the spirit puppet, but they didn't get a response for a long time.
I don’t know what the situation is now.
The journey was not far, and it only took three days without any means of transportation.
Shen Yi saw the majestic sect in front of him.
"call."
Several clan elders exhaled almost at the same time.
Although he put on the Nanyang deacon robe, he still felt a little timid when facing this kind of force that was obviously stronger than the Chen family.
After all, they are not from the Immortal Sect and do not have the natural aloof mentality.
Especially when I felt the powerful aura gathered within the sect, this feeling inevitably deepened.
"Sect Master, this doesn't look like it was invaded by a demon."
The elder of the Chen family looked at Shen Yi in confusion. If it was really a demon invasion, how could it be so peaceful? These powerful people still wanted to get together. "Go in and have a look."
Although Shen Yi didn't want to go all the way in vain, but it was too much to insist on seeing people's corpses scattered everywhere.
at the same time.
It's on a high platform in the deepest part of the Puppet Sect.
The dense crowd was suddenly divided into three forces, occupying the entire high platform. Among them, the one on the far right, dressed in gray and surrounded by various puppets, was obviously the owner of this place.
There were five people sitting in front, and a chair was vacant.
The man stood up. Compared with the other five old people, he was obviously much younger. He looked middle-aged, but his status was not inferior to them at all.
He looked serious and shouted around: "Yang Lin, on behalf of the Puppet Sect, would like to thank the Zhao family and the Qinghai Mansion for their help in advance. However, the demon has not retreated, so I took the liberty to invite the two families. It is not just for small talk, but I want to say something more important."
Hearing this, everyone in the Zhao family and Qinghai Mansion cast their gazes over, but did not show any doubtful expressions, as if they had expected it.
"The two allies must have received the news that the Seven Immortal Sects of Nanhong have given up on us."
Yang Lin closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
But he was interrupted by the old man from Qinghai Mansion: "The news we received is not like that. There is no giving up. They just handed us back to Nanyang Immortal Sect."
"Nanyang Immortal Sect?"
Yang Lin opened his eyes, raised his eyebrows, and suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart: "There is no Nanyang Immortal Sect. That happened a hundred thousand years ago. You and I were not even born at that time. Have you ever seen it with your own eyes? Nanyang Immortal Sect?”
With just one sentence, the old man from Qinghai Mansion was blocked back.
The strongest among them is only at the sixth level of Void Return, so how can they live for such a long time.
The others fell silent at the same time.
Yang Lin withdrew his gaze with satisfaction, and his eyes became sharper: "It is better to seek help from others than to ask for yourself. Since the Seventh Son of Nanhong no longer intends to protect us, we cannot sit still and wait for death. It is better for the three families to join forces and find a way to protect ourselves in Nanhong Land. ”
The words have not yet finished.
The expressions of everyone present finally changed.
They guessed that the Puppet Sect wanted to mention this matter, and they also knew that they had encountered a demonic disaster this time. The Seventh Son of Nanhong ignored it, and they must have resentment in their hearts.
But I didn't expect that Yang would dare to say this in such a big way.
You must know that these forces were supported by the Nanyang Sect at the beginning and have been passed down from generation to generation to this day.
How many days has it been?
Is it too hasty?
Looking towards the group of people from the Puppet Sect, I saw that the five old men sitting were all staring at the ground with their eyes down, struggling slightly, but they did not stand up to refute anything.
The old man from Qinghai Mansion pondered for a moment and probably guessed it.
This time the puppet sect encountered a demonic disaster, and all the spiritual puppets of the Zhenzong were damaged. It was Yang Lin who found the materials and treasures needed to repair them, and he was able to persist until he and others came to support him.
This is when the right to speak is most important.
Thinking of this, he said slowly: "When I came here, I just wanted to rescue the Puppet Sect. I didn't think about what happened next. I advise fellow Taoist Yang to focus on the present first."
"What's the use of retreating from the demon this time?!"
Yang Lin suddenly raised his voice: "You haven't seen it clearly! You are so confused! Without the protection of the Seven Sons of Nanhong, there will only be more and more evil disasters like this in the future! Could it be that you still put your hope in the so-called Nanyang? Immortal Sect, are you going to pay that extremely expensive tribute?”
As he spoke, he suddenly waved his sleeves and his face turned red: "I might as well say it bluntly today, I heard about the Seven Sons of Nanhong. The so-called Nanyang Sect is just a group of treasure land natives who practice Qi to transform into gods, plus a few A monk in the early stage of returning to the void has angered the Alliance Sect. "
"Are you willing to give your filial piety to such a being?"
Angered the Allied Sect? These simple words caused everyone present to fall into dead silence again.
Seeing this, Yang Lin's eyes flashed with a hint of evil, and he raised his arms and shouted: "If you are willing to pay filial piety, that is your business. Anyway, my puppet sect will not pay it. Take the things that we have worked hard to collect, and go to Feed a group of cowards who only know how to hide in the sect’s treasured land.”
"It's okay if you want it, let them come and collect it in person!"
Yang Lin stood in the middle of the field, his eyes slowly scanning everyone's faces, but no one dared to look at him.
He finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Until an indifferent voice came from the sky.
"Nanyang Zong has arrived, who is in charge of this place?"
Following the words, the dense crowd instinctively looked towards the sky.
I saw three white-haired old men standing with their hands down.
The black robe on his body was swaying slightly, and the pattern of Nanyang silver thread on it was very dazzling.
Behind the three deacons, there was a tall figure in a black robe, looking down calmly, seemingly not hearing what everyone said before.
"Hoo."
Yang Lin's eyelids twitched. The atmosphere he had managed to create quickly collapsed the moment this group of people appeared.
Sure enough, under the leadership of Qinghai Mansion, including everyone in the Puppet Sect, they all stood up involuntarily and wanted to salute those figures.
"Stand up! Don't kneel!"
Yang Lin turned around and swept away with a ferocious expression, clenching his fingers tightly: "Don't you understand yet? After waiting for half a month, a few monks from the fourth level of Void Return have arrived. What are they doing here now? Filling the bellies of demons. , or do you want to receive the last payment of tribute while we are unaware?"
Everyone was slightly sluggish.
Several elders of the Chen family slowly frowned and tried to remain calm.
They are just like a fox pretending to be a tiger.
A word cannot suppress this group of people, and the effect of the deacon's robe will only become weaker and weaker.
I found that no one saluted for a long time.
Among them, the Chen family elder with the thinnest skin had subconsciously looked towards Shen Yi.
This thing is downright weird.
The Chen family was also one of the forces protected by the Seven Sons of Nanhong before.
If you think about it from another perspective, even if you encounter the same thing, even if your mentality changes, it will not be possible so quickly, let alone say it openly.
If you just want to protect yourself, there is no need to offend an immortal sect that owns the treasure land of Hedao. A skinny camel is bigger than a horse.
This... is more like deliberately embarrassing Sect Master Shen.
"Well."
The next moment, the Chen family elder saw Shen Yi falling slowly downwards, came to his senses, and hurriedly followed.
No matter what, as long as the sect leader didn't say anything.
They just have to hold on.
"you……"
Yang Lin stared closely at the young man who suddenly landed on the high platform, and found that the other man's expression was calm and he was just walking towards him slowly.
As Shen Yi stepped forward, everyone around him gradually buried their heads.
It was simply unimaginable to him that if he allowed this young man to speak, his previous efforts would lose their effect in an instant.
"Stop! Who allowed you to break into my puppet sect!"
As he spoke, Yang Lin clapped his hands, and an eight-foot-long tiger-shaped spirit puppet suddenly appeared behind him. It was glowing with red light and had a fierce face. It was so alive that it was impossible to tell that it was a dead thing.
This is the puppet sect's treasure.
A red-bearded and blood-clawed puppet comparable to the sixth level of Void Return.
The newly repaired spirit puppet had a few new injuries on his body, which is why the other puppet sect monks watched him act recklessly.
"If you don't stop, don't blame me for being rude."
Yang Lin forced himself to calm down and glanced somewhere subconsciously.
At this point, there is no turning back.
Thinking of this, a ferocious look appeared in his eyes, and he pinched the spell with his five fingers. The red-bearded and blood-clawed puppet behind him let out a deep roar that shook the forest, and the red light in his body rose into the sky.
A huge and muscular body stepped out of the air and landed suddenly in front of Shen Yi.
Its pair of bloody pupils showed the same expression as Yang Lin.
Looking down at the thin figure below.
This move almost fainted everyone present. Even the old people of the Puppet Sect couldn't help but rush out: "Yang Lin, why bother to do it right! Stop it quickly!"
"I don't want to make things impossible. I just want him to leave the Puppet Sect."
Yang Lin's hoarse voice came from the mouth of the red-bearded blood-claw puppet.
Several elders of the Chen family twitched slightly when faced with such a terrifying spirit puppet, but they still stood firmly behind Shen Yi.
They had seen worse things.
Sure enough, Shen Yi never stopped walking, as if she didn't hear Yang Lin's words at all, and there was no trace of the fierce red-bearded blood-clawed puppet in her eyes.
The moment he walked to the Red Bearded Bloodclaw Puppet.
He still had that calm look, and didn't seem to even move a finger.
But there was a deafening roar in everyone's ears!
Click!
The huge red-bearded blood-claw puppet flew back in pieces!
The red light shattered! Those extremely precious materials turned into powder without even holding on for a breath.
Under the outpouring of terrifying power, the remaining remains of the spirit puppet submerged Yang Lin's body, and blood overflowed from the gaps, dyeing the high platform stone ground red.
The remaining body of the spirit puppet trembled slightly, and the man buried in it quickly died.
It wasn't until this moment that the terrifying roar slowly dissipated.
"..."
Shen Yi passed by the stunned Puppet Sect members without squinting, pulled up a chair, walked to the front, dusted off the hem of his clothes, and sat on it.
"ah."
Everyone gasped for air and stared at the calm figure.
In an instant, they knelt down on the ground uncontrollably: "Welcome to the Nanyang Sect's Immortal. Your Majesty has come to the Puppet Sect. If you miss me from afar, please forgive me!"
Shen Yi swept forward casually, her voice still calm: "No need to kneel down, just talk."
Several elders of the Chen family stood behind the chairs, looking at the rising and falling heads in front of them, and suddenly felt that this scene was very familiar.
In fact, most people are quite normal.
It's that Yang Lin...has the other party always been so brave?
Shen Yi sat quietly on the chair, her eyes glanced somewhere inadvertently, and there was a bit of chill on the corners of her lips.
Everything has been laid out openly, but this secret arrow still refuses to be closed.
(End of chapter)