Chapter 62 Holy Land Planning, Dove Occupying the Magpie's Nest (Two in One)
The realm of the sixth level.
According to the division of this world, he has surpassed the Nine Transformations of Ascension to God, and is a strong man who has stepped into the secret realm of Tongxuan.
It is only one step away from the Immortal Gate, so it can be called a fake immortal.
The demon has reached this stage and has the ability to transform into the sky. The contents of a storage treasure of this level may exceed Chu Zheng’s imagination.
"What to do next?"
Fu Quanliang put down the bowl, let out a sigh of relief, and asked Chu Zheng about his future plans.
Eating Bigu Pills every day in the sect made him feel nauseous. After visiting the Song Dynasty and his entourage, even if whole grains were not good for the body, he still missed the tastes of the world.
"Open a sect and establish a sect, but do not recruit disciples, only do business."
Chu Zheng already has a general idea for some of the subsequent plans.
A war between the two sects is imminent, with an area of more than a million miles. The existence of magic weapons is no less than the weapons of previous lives.
Repairing low-level magic weapons does not cost anything to Chu Zheng.
The most suitable thing for him to do is undoubtedly this profitable magic weapon trade.
Establishing a sect is nothing more than a name. With just two people, they are inevitably weak and weak. At least it sounds reasonable.
"Opening a sect? What is it called?" Fu Quanliang was a little confused.
Chu Zheng pondered for a long time and said slowly: "It's called 'Qi Zong'."
"Qi Zong? What kind of Qi?" Fu Quanliang thought the name was weird.
Chu Zheng dipped his fingertips in tea and slowly wrote the word '炁' on the table.
Looking at the completely unfamiliar font, Fu Quanliang was a little doubtful for a moment: "Is there such a word?"
"It wasn't originally, but it has been since I came here."
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The Phantom Sect.
Just a moment after the sound of the Immortal Stepping Stone was heard, the surroundings were already surrounded by figures, all of whom were elder disciples who heard the sound.
On the Immortal Stone, stood a young man who looked to be no more than thirteen or fourteen years old. He had an immature appearance and clear eyes. He was dressed in cloth and looked honest and honest.
There was silence all around because of the sudden appearance of Feng Qiyuan.
The bright fairy light on the Immortal Stepping Stone gradually subsided. Feng Qiyuan climbed onto the Immortal Stepping Stone with a gentle look on his face:
"What is your name?"
"Wei Changqing."
The young man looked puzzled. He looked at Feng Qiyuan, who was about the same age as him, and subconsciously asked back:
"What's your name?"
A flash of light flashed in Feng Qiyuan's eyes, staring into Wei Changqing's eyes, which captured his mind instantly, with a cold expression:
"I'll ask again. , what is your name and where is your home? "
Xiao Yuanqing had just died, and then another high-grade immortal bone appeared. There is no such coincidence in the world.
"My name is Wei Changqing, from Baiyu Empire, Fengyi Mansion, Luoyun County, and from Shuoyinbao..."
Wei Changqing looked numb and told the truth in detail.
Illusion Spirit Jue, specializes in spiritual soul, has extremely strong spiritual thoughts, and is especially good at illusion and enchantment.
For such a mortal with no cultivation, he had no power to resist in front of Feng Qiyuan, and his mind was completely broken.
“What are you doing here?” Feng Qiyuan frowned and never let down his guard.
“Someone said they wanted to teach me to cultivate immortality…”
Just as Feng Qiyuan was about to ask further questions, ripples suddenly appeared in the formation that enveloped the entire Phantom Mountain Range.
He raised his head and saw a figure standing high in the sky, raising his finger to clasp the door.
Seeing the person coming clearly, Feng Qiyuan couldn't help but feel a hint of murderous intent in his eyes, and it disappeared in an instant.
He waved his hand to disperse the formation and welcomed the people in. With a smile on his face, he took the initiative to say hello:
"Special Envoy Ling, I'm afraid I haven't seen you in more than a thousand years."
"Indeed, I thought you couldn't get over that hurdle, but you are lucky."
Ling Qi glanced at him and said casually: "How about you allow me to talk to this child?"
"The news from the Holy Land is as well-informed as ever." Feng Qiyuan's expression remained unchanged, he raised his hand and said:
"The Holy Envoy can help himself."
Ling Qi slowly raised his hand. With his hands, he drew the ground as a prison, and a layer of barrier instantly isolated the space, blocking the surrounding sight.
Looking at Wei Changqing, who had a dull look on his face, Ling Qi shouted:
"Wake up!"
Wei Changqing's vision gradually became focused, he looked around, and finally looked at Ling Qi in front of him. , with a puzzled look on his face:
"You are..."
Ling Qi raised his hand and pointed at the center of Wei Changqing's eyebrows.
The young man immediately backed away with his head in his hands, a look of pain on his face. After a while, he gradually calmed down.
When he raised his head again, the confusion on his face was no longer there. He looked respectful and bowed:
"Master..."
Ling Qixuan He said in a voice: "Changqing, do you blame me for letting you relax?"
"Master does this, of course it is Master's reason. I have no complaints, but I just can't figure it out."
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Wei Changqing looked puzzled: "The Holy Land is more than a hundred times stronger than the Phantom Spirit Sect. Why do I want to cultivate in such a medium-sized sect and lock my past life."
"There are more than a hundred people with high-grade immortal bones in the Holy Land. If you If you want to compete for the position of the Holy Son, you will naturally have to take another path."
"No matter how many resources there are in the Holy Land, only a few will fall into your hands."
"Although the Phantom Spirit Sect is in a precarious situation, after all, it is a strong man who has been in the Tongxuan Secret Realm. The sect has accumulated a profound foundation for thousands of years."
Ling Qi explained: "That Phantom Spirit Baojian is also a real spiritual treasure that can penetrate the mysteries and is rare in the Holy Land.”
"The war between the two sects is about to begin. Regardless of whether the high-grade immortal bone of the Phantom Spirit Sect really had an accident or was hidden, it is the right time for you to join the sect now."
"If it is normal, the Phantom Spirit Sect will I have spent a lot of energy to find out the past of your three generations. Now that the war is starting, your traces in the White Feather Empire will soon be in pieces and no trace can be found."
"You stay in the Phantom Spirit Sect. Hundreds of years later, if we look at the changes, I will always pay attention to your movements."
Ling Qi glanced outside the barrier, raised his finger again, and touched Wei Changqing's eyebrows.
A full set of performances is required.
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The area around the Immortal Stepping Stone has been cleared, leaving only Feng Qiyuan, Gu Chunyang and several Divine Infant Supreme Beings.
The moment the barrier dissipated, Ling Qi did not speak to Feng Qiyuan and the others, but stepped straight into the air and disappeared into the void in an instant.
Seeing this, Feng Qiyuan couldn't help but frown, looked at Wei Changqing, repeated his old trick, and said in a deep voice:
"What did that man say to you just now?"
Wei Changqing looked confused and slowly said:
"The Phantom Sect is in a precarious situation, no better than Taixu Holy Land..."
"High-grade immortal bones, something unexpected happened..."
"There are insufficient cultivation resources, and I have very few in my hands..."
"Profound foundation..."
"There is a chance to become the Holy Son..."
Listening to these words, Feng Qiyuan's eyebrows wrinkled tighter and tighter, and he was speechless for a long time.
In his perception, Wei Changqing's soul was not strange and had not experienced any changes. These words were indeed what Ling Qi had said just now.
"Master, this child..." Gu Chunyang vaguely sensed something was wrong, but couldn't figure it out for a while.
"He came just after Xiao Yuanqing died. Is there such a coincidence in the world?" Feng Qiyuan looked motionless, with an obvious chill in his voice.
"You suspect it is Taixu Holy Land..." Gu Chunyang's expression changed slightly, and after thinking about it, he became more and more sure of this guess. Apart from the Holy Land, how could anyone else have such means to sneak into a large formation and kill people silently!
“It’s not necessarily true that Taixu Holy Land takes high-grade immortal bones more seriously than we do.”
Feng Qiyuan looked slightly tired and sighed softly: “But This kid... is really a coincidence..."
The value of high-grade immortal bones, in the eyes of the Holy Land, is probably more valuable than the entire Phantom Spirit Sect.
The only thing Feng Qiyuan could think of was that Taixu Holy Land wanted the foundation of Phantom Spirit Sect.
"Then Master, how to arrange this child?" Gu Chunyang came back to his senses and ran out of ideas for a while.
Feng Qiyuan closed his eyes and meditated for a while, then said slowly: "Teach him the magic method, and after entering the spiritual spring, send him to the battlefield."
"Isn't the risk too great? ?" Gu Chunyang hesitated: "The battlefield is dangerous. If you are not careful, this child will die."
After all, it was a top-grade immortal bone, and he was really reluctant to part with it.
"Xiao Yuanqing was placed inside the door, protected by a large formation, isn't he still dead?" Feng Qiyuan shook his head:
"If he was really sent from the Holy Land, then Ling Qi I must protect him. With this child here, I, the Huanling Sect, can win this battle with Yeguang Pavilion."
Gu Chunyang is still a little hesitant: "If we guess wrong, send him away. He killed this child..."
"If you die, you will die. Just treat him as if he never came,"
Feng Qiyuan looked cold: "I still have a thousand years of life. When you change, you can hold on to the foundation of the Huanling Sect and plan for the future."
No matter what, the foundation passed down by the ancestor, It cannot be put into his hands to make wedding clothes for others.
Before he finished speaking, Feng Qiyuan took a step forward and disappeared into the void.
After he left, Wei Changqing's expression gradually returned to clarity, with a little confusion remaining on his face.
Gu Chunyang was silent for a moment and asked in a low voice: "Why don't you go with that person just now?"
"It's too far away from home..."
Wei Changqing shook his head with a smile, his face showing the simplicity and innocence of a young man.
Gu Chunyang had a complicated look in his eyes, and without saying a word, he turned and left with Wei Changqing.
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Great Zhou Dynasty, South China Sea.
Big Wednesday is bordered by other countries on one side and only faces the sea on one side.
There are many islands near the sea. It is a land of alienation. Occasionally, there are some small sects or immortal cultivators staying.
In villages and towns near the sea, legends of immortals can often be heard.
This can be said to be the closest place to the world of cultivating immortals in the entire Great Zhou Dynasty, similar to Phantom City.
More than two hundred nautical miles away from the shore, a dragon boat with a span of more than thirty feet was anchored in front of an island.
On the dragon boat, there are many flags. On the bow of the boat, there is the most eye-catching flag, with a red background and a gold surface, embroidered with a fierce bird wrapped in fireworks and spreading its wings.
The sun is high in the sky, and under the sunlight, there are layers of ripples on the sea surface, layer upon layer, shining like golden scales.
A small boat was bumping in the waves not far away. A figure sat on the bow of the boat, letting the waves bump and remain as still as a mountain.
Wow——
A moment later, the sound of water waves exploded, and a figure emerged from the water and jumped onto the bow of the ship.
“Are you sure you dumped it here?”
Song Lingxue looked at Li Mingzhou sitting on the bow of the boat with a bit of doubt in her eyes: “Did you remember it wrong?”
She was wearing a shark leather coat, her hair was messy and draped behind her back, her face was white from the sea water, and her breath was a little unsteady.
“You’re right, my memory is better than yours.”
Li Mingzhou snorted: "That stone wall is not that big to begin with. After so many years, it is possible that it was washed away by the waves and fell into the mud. How can it be so easy to find?"
Song Lingxue sat on the edge of the boat, looking at Time was a little discouraged, and the waves caressed my ankles, bringing a soft and heavy impact.
After leaving Song Mansion that day, a few days later, she ran into Li Mingzhou head-on.
After some involvement, we finally figured out each other’s positions.
Hearing the news of the trouble in the Song family, Li Mingzhou immediately set off to confirm Chu Zheng's safety.
He has lived for nearly a hundred years and has never seen such a talented person. It is really difficult to let him go.
After meeting Song Lingxue, Li Mingzhou did not say anything, and even used means to find Song Yun and his party, changed their identities for several people, and hid on the spot.
After that night, Song Lingxue's skill surged upward, and her internal energy advanced rapidly. Less than half a month after leaving the Song Mansion, she entered the realm of a grandmaster.
After that, he sang all the way. In just three months, his internal strength underwent a qualitative change and he entered the realm of a martial arts master.
Such an astonishing change naturally made Li Mingzhou call him a monster.
After some discussion, he took out the Xuan Tian Seal Sanshou again, but Song Lingxue saw some clues.
From this incomplete Xuantian Seal, she vaguely sensed that there was still a road ahead of the martial arts.
The Grand Master is far from the end.
After some questioning, today’s scene emerged.
However, looking for an incomplete rock wall on the seabed is like looking for a needle in a haystack. After searching for more than a month, Song Lingxue still found nothing.
"How about forgetting it?"
Seeing Song Lingxue lowering her head and saying nothing, Li Mingzhou persuaded:
"Instead of wasting time here, it is better to spend time looking for Chu Zheng, in his hands There are also the remaining pictures I drew.”
He was still a little worried about Chu Zheng.
“His current situation is probably more dangerous than mine.”
Song Lingxue shook her head. She didn't want to cause trouble to Chu Zheng anymore. After taking a deep breath, she jumped into the sea again.
Half an hour later, the huge water waves suddenly exploded, accompanied by an excited whisper:
"Found it!"
Stepping onto the boat, Song Lingxue caressed the nearby The three-foot-long remnant wall, after a moment, there seemed to be light in the eyes, and he whispered to himself:
"I saw..."
In her eyes, there seemed to be breath flowing in this ruined wall.
“What did you see?”
Li Mingzhou looked at the dark stones in front of him, scratched his head, and was puzzled.
He studied this stone for a long time and saw nothing.
"The path of martial arts..."
Song Lingxue's eyes were full of obsession, she had never felt what she felt at this moment.
This remnant wall was like a bright light, instantly dispelling the thick fog in front of her.
After condensing Qi, there is still a way to go in martial arts.
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As the sun rises, the rays of rays fill the sky, pass through the mountains, forests and vegetation, and shine into a canyon.
Chu Zheng sat cross-legged on the boulder, breathing long and in and out for half an hour.
Fu Quanliang was at the mountain pass not far away, practicing with his eyes closed, his mouth bulging with qi-enhancing elixirs.
He has already begun to try to attack the spiritual spring.
Near noon, Chu Zhenggang slowly opened his eyes. After adjusting his condition to the best, he pulled out the panel and used up all the repair times for today.
[Condensation Bracelet (Sixth Level): A space spiritual treasure, connected to a small world, was forcibly broken by a sixth-level creature. It once belonged to a demon king. You worked hard for many days and finally repaired it. 】
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