After two days, Yuan JIngqing decided to reject Perfected Master Lan's good intentions and not stay at Pingdu Sect to refine his pill. Hence, he personally went to the altar to bid farewell. ↑,
Lan Yanchu saw that he declined but was not unhappy at all. Instead, he gave him an artifact and told him to be careful of the devil and not let it touch him.
After Yuan JIngqing thanked him, he went to the bottom of the altar. The cultivators who went with him to the Heavenly Sand Cave were helped by the altar and woke up one by one. When they heard that Yuan JIngqing saved them, they all came up to thank him.
Yuan JIngqing thought for a while and took out the bright stone milk. He only took one portion for himself and gave the rest to everyone. Immediately, he received a round of praises and said that if he needed it in the future, he only needed to send a letter and he would be able to get it.
Yuan JIngqing had no intention of staying for long. After saying goodbye to everyone, he rode on the mysterious light and flew into the distance.
Lan Yanchu looked at the moving light and smiled. No matter what, he had already done him a favor. From his perspective, as long as this person's luck was not bad, he would definitely become something in the future. When the time came, he would be useful.
When the light disappeared, he turned around and went back to the altar to meditate.
When it was almost noon, a disciple came over and said, "Master, there's a letter from the sect saying that Perfected Master will be leaving in two days. Altar Master, please go to the sect to receive the order."
Lan Yanchu said in a deep voice, "I understand. I don't know when I will be back. After I leave, you must guard this altar well. Don't let a devil in."
The disciple solemnly agreed.
After Lan Yanchu made some preparations, he flicked his sleeves and rode the wind. About two hours later, he returned to the White Cloud Platform at the entrance of Pingdu Sect.
There were deacons standing on the high altars at the four corners of the platform. They held a jade tablet in their hands. While holding a book, they said, "Qingfu Altar, Lan Yanchu has arrived."
Ping Du Sect's current Sect Leader did not have many disciples. Because his seniority was quite high, his lifespan was close to three thousand years. Early on, he had decided that after he reincarnated, he would pass the Sect Leader position to either Zhao or Wu. Most of them were disciples of these two Daoist Masters.
Lan Yanchu was a disciple of Wu Weiyi. When he arrived, he wanted to immediately pay his respects to his teacher. However, he met a few of his peers who were on good terms with him. Just Now, he knew that the reason why he brought his disciples to visit Qincang was because the cultivators from Huanzhen, Ping Du, and Qincang School wanted to have a sword duel and discuss techniques. If they could win face for their respective sects, they would not be able to do so. He would be bestowed with the Spirit Strengthening Mantra.
When he heard this, he couldn't help but feel moved.
If the Dharma spirits of the Ping Du Sect disciples wanted to increase their power, they would have to cultivate diligently and slowly accumulate their skills. Secondly, they would have to rely on the mantra to refine their spiritual spirit.
It was just that this kind of incantation had always been known only by the direct descendants of the sect. If an ordinary disciple were to obtain it, not to say that their cultivation would greatly increase, but it would not be difficult for their magical power to be a notch higher than their peers. He couldn't help but make up his mind. This time, he had to try to win one or two rounds.
Soon, it was the second day. Before Wu Weiyi left, he said to Zhenren Zhao, "This time we are going to Qincang, the sect is empty, I will have to trouble Zhenren Zhao to take care of it.
Zhenren Zhao knew what he was talking about and said, "Zhenren Wu, don't worry and go, I will be here. I won't let the devil be presumptuous. "
Wu Weiyi bowed and after saying goodbye, he got on the carriage and flew towards the sky. The disciples under him also rode on their Dharma artifacts. Following closely behind, more than a hundred cultivators and thousands of servants headed straight for Lei Cang Sect in a formidable array.
The Grotto-Heaven people went out, the wind blew and the clouds moved, the clear air filled the sky. The Zhenren of the various sects saw the light coming from the southwest and heading towards the north, it wasn't difficult to guess that there were Grotto-Heaven cultivators from Ping Du Sect heading towards Qincang School.
However, not long after this light passed, a long rainbow shot out from Huanzhen Temple. The multicolored light filled the sky, shining for a long time, but it was heading in the same direction as the former.
After the Zhenren paid attention for a while, they all had their own thoughts. However, the calamity was coming, as long as they could see the situation clearly, they didn't dare to slack off. After paying attention for a while, they collected their thoughts and started to cultivate again.
Because of Wu Weiyi's spell, it only took a day for the Ping Du Sect to reach the Great Pool of Dragon Lake. Almost at the same time, Zhenren Pang from Huanzhen Temple led a group of people.
The two Zhenrens greeted each other politely in front of the Great Pool of Dragon Lake. Not long after, a Daoist steward came out from the Qincang Sect to welcome them and said, "Zhenren Zhang is already waiting in the sect, please come with us."
Wu Weiyi and Pang Yunxiang both informed their disciples to stay at the guesthouse. Then, they rode the wind and followed the deacon Taoist towards the direction of the clear air in the sky.
There was a floating island, looking from afar, one could see that there were countless temples and golden platforms. Zhang Yan was wearing a black robe, he stood in the sky above the floating island, his body was covered in clear light, and his Qi shot up to the sky. Behind him was a wave of light, it was a hundred feet high, floating like a waterfall, it was not difficult to recognize that it was the door of a small world. When he saw the two of them coming, he bowed and said, "Greetings, Zhenren."
"We don't dare to," Wu Weiyi and Pang hurriedly got off the carriage and returned the greeting.
Zhang Yan smiled and said, "Both of you, please follow I into the small world to talk."
Wu Weiyi and Pang both said yes and followed Zhang Yan into the small world.
Although the scenery here was good, the two of them had cultivated the grotto-heaven for a long time, and each had their own worries, so naturally they didn't care too much. Soon, the three of them arrived at a hut by the sea. Under the sound of waves hitting the shore, they exchanged some pleasantries and sat on the cattail hassock.
Zhang Yan smiled and said, "Today, I invited the two of you here is to deal with the future disaster."
When Wu Weiyi and Pang heard this, their expressions changed, and they looked over at the same time. In reality, they wanted to know how Qincang School would deal with the disaster, but since he didn't mention it, they didn't want to ask.
However, when he said this, Zhang Yan changed the topic and said, "In a few days, it will be the ascension ceremony of Lishan Sect's Zhenren Yuling. After this Zhenren leaves, the world's situation will be clear. Nan Hua and Tai Hao have already attached themselves to Yuxiao, Yuan Yang is guarding alone, and we, Qincang, want to go through this with the sects behind the two of you."
Zhenren Pang pondered for a moment and asked, "What is your sect's intention?"
Zhang Yan gently shook his sleeves and said, "For more than ten thousand years, because of our generation's occupation of spiritual opportunity, the world's Clear Qi has gradually thinned, and the spiritual points in the continents have become unstable. If we look at the future, it has the tendency to spread to the nine continents, and we, Qincang, Yuxiao, and Shaoqing, have already predicted this situation thousands of years ago, so since then, we have planned it. However, Yuxiao's intention is not in line with us, Qincang. Today, the disaster has come. It is inevitable that we will have to fight. "
Although they had already expected it, when they heard him say it, their hearts couldn't help but be shocked. Yuxiao and Qincang were both one of the three great Xuanmen, and there were nine Zhenren Grotto-Heaven in Yuxiao Sect, and Qincang was even more powerful, achieving such a realm. Now, there were as many as thirteen people, if these two clashed, it would definitely turn the world upside down, and no one could stop it.
The two of them couldn't help but fall silent. In fact, if they thought about it carefully, the world's spiritual opportunity could only be peaceful if there were fewer people from the Zhenren Grotto-Heaven. However, it was not easy for a cultivator to cultivate to this stage, so who would be willing to die for nothing? Therefore, in the end, a battle was inevitable.
Zhenren Pang suddenly raised his head. He looked over with a burning gaze and asked in a deep voice, "Then why don't our Xuanmen join hands and kill the demons first? Using this to calm the chaos? If that's the case, I'm really willing to be the pioneer, even if my bones are crushed, I'm willing! "
Zhang Yan also looked at her and said, "Zhenren Pang, did you forget? The Styx River in the Nether Spring Sect? "
The founder of the Nether Spring Sect, Zhenren Ling You, had once passed down a Styx River. Not only could it produce demons, it could also pollute the spiritual opportunity of the world, and it wouldn't be used by cultivators for at least thousands of years. Once such a move was done, it would also cause the situation to collapse.
Zhenren Pang was silent for a moment and said, "We can let the Nether Spring Sect go for now, but can't we get rid of the other sects first?"
Zhang Yan shook his head and said, "The six demonic sects. How could the Netherspring Sect sit back and watch? They were bound together for good or ill. Moreover, this method can't solve the root of the problem. Even if we really destroy those demonic sects, after a few thousand years, the current situation will probably repeat itself. At that time, not only will our Xuanmen have to fight again, I'm afraid that the Genyin Demon will come out to cause trouble. "
In fact, in his opinion, it would be best if they could join forces with the Xuanmen to kill the demonic sects first. At that time, after the roots of the earth were touched, they could avoid being attacked from all sides.
However, if Qincang School took the initiative to bring up this matter, even if there really was a treasure that could restrain the Styx River, Yuxiao school would definitely be suspicious and would definitely not agree.
Zhenren Pang sighed and said, "What Zhenren Zhang said makes sense. I was too careless."
Wu Weiyi carefully asked, "May I ask Zhenren Zhang, what does the Shaoqing Sect mean?"
When Zhenren Pang heard that, he revealed a look of concern.
The Shaoqing Sect was also one of the three major sects of the Xuanmen. Although the grotto-heaven in the sect was inferior to the Yuxiao and Qincang sects, their combat power was not inferior to the two sects. The will of this sect was also extremely important. It could be said that whichever side they stood on would have a great chance of winning.
Zhang Yan smiled and released his consciousness. He heard the sound of swords surging. Countless sword lights flew up behind him and circled above him. It was as bright as the galaxy, and it was unknown how many there were.
When the two of them saw it, they cried out, "True Sword of Slaughter?"
Zhang Yan looked at the two of them and smiled faintly. "This is the intention of the Shaoqing Sect."
The two of them looked at each other and calmed down. The matter was clear. Zhang Yan was able to refine the True Sword of Slaughter in such a short period of time after entering the grotto-heaven for less than a hundred years. It was most likely because of the help of the Shaoqing Sect. The Shaoqing Sect and Qincang Sect were already on the same side!
Zhenren Wu chuckled and raised his hand to bow. He said, "My Ping City has been friends with your sect for generations. In this great calamity, I will naturally do my part."
Zhenren Pang bowed and said, "Your sect has been slaying demons and upholding the righteous path for tens of thousands of years. I will naturally follow closely behind."
Zhang Yan smiled and returned the bow. He invited the two of them here today to let the two sects take a pill of reassurance. However, the matter of the Qincang School wanting to move the roots of the earth and taking the initiative to initiate a calamity would not be revealed until the last moment due to the great implications.
In the depths of the Fengling Ocean, there was a thousand feet long flood dragon that was shaking its head and wagging its tail as it traveled through the water. Wherever it passed by, the marine living beings in the sea would flee in fear of its might.
When the flood dragon arrived at a valley, it turned around and transformed into a young man. It was Li Xiumi who had traveled from the East Sea to this place.
He closed his eyes and sensed for a long time. He pondered and said, "The Yuxiao Sect is already prepared here. I should find another place to set up a formation."
At this moment, the Fengling Ocean was already occupied by a few small sects that the Yuxiao Sect had moved from the continent. They had also set up many restrictions. It was obviously not a good place to set up a foothold.
He shook his body and transformed into the flood dragon again. He swam towards the depths of the South Sea.
This time, he traveled more than a hundred thousand miles in one go.
Seeing that the surrounding area was already far away from the Fengling Ocean, the Yuxiao school would not be able to detect him. Moreover, the spiritual vigor was not too weak. There should be many marine demonic cultivators around. He broke out of the water and found an island nearby. He let out a long and low cry.
Within a radius of ten thousand miles, the hearts of those water-kind spirit creatures who had attained some level of cultivation palpitated, and they couldn't help but gather towards him. Soon, over a hundred of them arrived. Seeing him, a flood dragon, all of them were terrified, their bodies shaking. However, every time they had the thought of escaping, they would be suppressed by a strange power, and couldn't leave.
Li Xiumi transformed back into his human form. He took out the talisman given by the Demon Court and said, "I am the Marquis of the Nine Divisions of the Demon Court, Flood Dragon Marquis Li Xiumi. I have summoned all of you here to set up a restriction and an altar. I order all of you to go back and recruit people. Ten days later, come back here. If anyone disobeys, I will use my mana to annihilate your clan."
The demons did not dare to disobey and quickly split up to search for their clansmen.
Very quickly, ten days had passed. The waves were rolling, but it was countless marine demonic cultivators. When they came near, there were many demons who had acquired spiritual wisdom and could speak human language. They all called out "Marquis Li", while those in human form bowed.
Li Xiumi's gaze swept around and asked, "Are all the demons within ten thousand miles of this place here?"
A hunchbacked Daoren laughed dryly and bowed, "Marquis Li, my clansmen are all here. There are only a few who are disobedient and are unwilling to come."
Li Xiumi looked at him and said in a deep voice, "You said that those who are disobedient, where are they?
The old Daoist cowered under his gaze, then he plucked up his courage and said, "Two thousand miles north from here, there's a mermaid tribe, they don't think they're demons. Although I've invited them a hundred times, they're still not willing to come forward."
He then pointed to the south, "Also, one thousand and five hundred miles south, there is a mirage worm. It has always been doing what it wants and has never listened to Marquis Li's orders."
Li Xiumi could not help but be interested. He had heard of mermen long ago, but he had never seen them since he started cultivating. He did not expect to see them here.
His purpose of coming here was to command the marine demonic cultivators to open up the spirit veins at the bottom of the sea so that he could set up the formation.
From his point of view, those stupid untrained demons were not as smart as the mermen. If he could find them, it would be much faster to set up the formation.
As for the mirage worm, it could create the Illusory Mist Mystic Realm. If it was captured and placed in the formation, it could also be used to confuse the enemy.
After thinking about it, he pointed to the Daoren and said, "When I am not here, you will be in charge of this place. Now, you will be given the position of chief supervisor."
The Daoren was overjoyed. Li Xiumi had the golden seal bestowed by the Demon King. After he was given the title, he could command the surrounding marine demonic cultivators when he was not here. This power was not small. He quickly knelt down to thank him.
Li Xiumi didn't say anything more to him. She turned into a rainbow and walked on the waves. After a few thousand miles, she saw many creatures that were half-human and half-fish. However, most of them looked strange and ugly. Only a few of them looked delicate and pretty. There were about a thousand of them, male, female, old, and young.
He did not talk to them at all. He took out a big cauldron and used a spell. A gust of wind and black smoke was produced and all of them were stored inside. Then, he kept the big cauldron and headed south.
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