Was it really that powerful?
Wuwu looked at everyone's confused faces and said timidly, "I'm telling the truth."
Among those present, Meng Changdong was the one who knew the Evil Sky Pavilion the most. When he was in the Flying Star House, the Sky Martial Court would always send news to the Flying Star House at the same time. The Flying Star House had been working closely with the Sky Martial Court since 300 years ago. Jiang Wenxu was in the first batch of cultivators to go to the golden lotus domain. Meng Changdong had seen everything.
Meng Changdong looked at Wuwu.
"Could there be a mistake? The Evil Sky Pavilion is famous in the golden lotus domain. There are many impersonators. "
Xia Changqiu was speechless. He said, "Are you saying that Senior Lu is impersonating the Evil Sky Pavilion?"
"No, no, no …" Meng Changdong suddenly realized that he had misspoken and waved his hands.
With Lu Zhou's current strength and cultivation base, there was no need for his two Nine-leaf elites to impersonate others.
Ji Fengxing explained, "Isn't it obvious? This is called keeping a low profile … This is the red lotus domain. If the people from the golden lotus domain come, they'll be lucky if they don't get ganged up on."
When these words came out.
Everyone felt a chill run down their spines.
Because … everyone present was a red lotus cultivator. Now, he wanted to work with the great devil of the golden lotus domain. Wasn't this the same as asking a tiger for its skin? No one knew if this was the right choice. In the face of life and death, they could only grit their teeth and move forward step by step.
Sikong Beichen said calmly, "I've seen Brother Lu's Crimson Lotus avatar with my own eyes. How do you explain that?"
Ji Fengxing was stunned. He did not know how to answer.
Xia Changqiu replied meekly, "Didn't Senior Lu release Blue Lotus just now?"
Everyone fell into deep thought.
"I don't think there's a need for all of you to think too much about it … If Senior Lu is truly a heinous person, why would he be interested in our Thousand Willow Monastery?" Xia Changqiu smiled heartily. When he saw everyone looking at him, he could not help but feel warm in his heart. He raised his voice and said, "To be honest, I know many people look down on me and the Thousand Willow Monastery … I, Xia Changqiu, am incapable and have a low cultivation base. However, I'm willing to do anything as long as the Thousand Willow Monastery can survive … One must know what they want in life.
"We'll find out in the details. I remember when Senior Lu first came to the Thousand Willow Monastery, Ji Fengxing risked his life to protect Yu Shangrong, Senior Lu's second disciple. Senior Lu favored Ji Fengxing and wanted to recruit him into the Evil Sky Pavilion. Everyone, I'm a slow-witted person. Ji Fengxing has such talent and aptitude. Why should we accept him as our disciple?
"Why?"
The hall was silent.
Even the renowned Ten-leaf elite, Sikong Beichen, nodded slightly. His gaze was fixed on the ground as he pondered over something.
When Meng Changdong recalled Lu Zhou's words, he could not help but feel slightly embarrassed.
If such a person was truly heinous and had no charisma, how could the experts under him be willing to risk their lives for him?
Xia Changqiu continued.
"Now that the situation is clear, I'm sure everyone has an idea of what to do. Since he had decided on a direction, there was no need to hesitate … In this world, there was no medicine for regret.
"If it weren't for Senior Lu's disdain, I'd rather tear down the Flying Star House and join the Evil Sky Pavilion.
"Other than Senior Lu, we have no other choice."
Xia Changqiu's words were, naturally, what the Ninth Temple Master was thinking.
Everyone nodded in agreement.
Meng Changdong suddenly remembered something. He looked at Ji Fengxing and asked, "Are the two Nine-leaf cultivators Senior Lu's disciples?"
Ji Fengxing nodded.
"The Evil Sky Pavilion's first disciple, Yu Zhenghai, wields the desolate-grade Jasper Saber. He's just reached the Nine-leaf stage, and he's skilled with the saber. His saber moves are like the raging waves of the sea. According to Miss Yuan 'er, he has more than a hundred thousand followers, and he has conquered the four seas and nine provinces. "
Yao Qingquan had an awkward expression. He turned around and performed a cupped-fist salute. "Hall Master, it is this person who heavily injured Kong Lu."
Kong Lu was an elder of the Ninth Temple, after all. When Yu Zhenghai first arrived in the red lotus domain, the two of them had gotten into an argument and fought. However, Kong Lu was beaten to death by Sikong Beichen. This proved Yu Zhenghai's strength.
"The Evil Sky Pavilion's second disciple, Yu Shangrong, wields a heaven-grade Longevity Sword. He's at the Nine-leaf stage, and he's skilled with the sword. His sword moves are like rain, and they're endless. I heard that there's no one he can't kill. “
Sikong Beichen and Yao Qingquan had personally witnessed Yu Shangrong's sword path.
"His Sword Dao is indeed peerless."
Who would dare to refuse Sikong Beichen's praise?
Meng Changdong gulped and said, "No wonder their cultivation bases were so terrifying when we attacked the Thousand Willow Monastery. Xie Xuan of the Twelve Sects of Cloud Mountain is no match for him. "
Zhao Jianghe said,
"In the path of cultivation, those who have reached the pinnacle are the most important. To show my respect, I will address you as' Mister 'from now on. "
"Apart from Senior Sikong, everyone else should do the same."
He had to face the gap and recognize his status.
Everyone nodded in agreement.
Sikong Beichen felt much better. Although he was no longer tormented by the karmic fire, he still needed to rest. Hence, he stood up and said, "Please thank Brother Lu on my behalf. Farewell."
"Farewell, Senior Sikong."
Everyone cupped their fists.
Yao Qingquan and Jianghe followed him out of the Fair Hall.
The three of them left on the flying chariot.
…
Lofty Steep Mountain, Middle Finger Peak, Dojo.
After two days of repairs, the training hall was restored to its original state.
Twenty miles south of the Lofty Steep Mountain, about thirty green-robed cultivators continued to fly. They flew past the towering trees and headed for the Lofty Steep Mountain.
The dojo was quiet and peaceful.
Ye Zhen placed his hands on his thighs and closed his eyes to cultivate.
The word "Ru" on the wall glowed red from time to time, trembling along with the frequency of his breathing.
The word seals floated out one after another and spun around it.
At this moment, Jiang Xiaosheng arrived outside the dojo. He prostrated himself and said, "Master, Nie Chi of the Twelve Sects of Cloud Mountain requests an audience."
Ye Zhen opened his eyes slowly. His expression was calm. "Invite them up."
"Understood."
He closed his eyes again.
The 30 green-robed cultivators flew up the Lofty Steep Mountain and entered the dojo on Middle Finger Peak.
Jiang Xiaosheng opened the dojo door and said, "My master invites you in."
The 30 cultivators entered the dojo one after another.
When they saw Ye Zhen sitting before the word "Ru" and cultivating with his eyes closed, they were infuriated.
"Ye Zhen! You're still able to focus on cultivating at this point? "Nie Chi, who stood at the front, said.
Ye Zhen did not open his eyes. Instead, he calmly said, "I cultivate my noble Qi.
Qi is born from the heart, and the heart is determined by nature … If I can't calm my heart, how can I cultivate my Qi? "
One of the green-robed cultivators said, "I can't talk to you. Let's invite House Master Chen to meet us."
Ye Zhen opened his eyes slowly. He stopped cultivating his Qi and raised his hands. He cupped his fists slightly and said with a smile, "The house master isn't feeling well, and it's inconvenient for him to meet any guests. I'll handle all matters inside and outside the Flying Star House on his behalf."
"You can't do it! The death of Elder Xie Xuan of the Twelve Sects is definitely related to you … How are you going to do it for him? "a green-robed cultivator asked.
"There are unpredictable winds and clouds in the sky, and people have their ups and downs. I deeply regret Elder Xie Xuan's death. I'll give the Twelve Sects of Cloud Mountain a good explanation, "Ye Zhen said.
Nie Chi was much calmer than the other disciples in green.
He said,
"Ye Zhen, Elder Xie is a rare talent in the Twelve Sects of Cloud Mountain. The Flying Star House's Meng Changdong betrayed us at the last moment and plotted against Xie Xuan. That's why the Other Tribesmen succeeded. How are you going to explain this?"
Ye Zhen smiled faintly.
"Every injustice has its perpetrator, and every debt has its debtor. You are here to solve problems, not to create them. If anger can make everyone calm down, then please go ahead. "
He closed his eyes.
He placed his hands on his thighs. Scripts flew out from between his fingers and spun around Ye Zhen.
The green-robed cultivators were already angry to begin with. When they saw Ye Zhen's attitude, they were instantly enraged.
There was nothing in the training hall, nothing at all.
A young green-robed cultivator stomped his foot on the floor in a fit of rage.
Bam!
How could the wooden floor withstand a cultivator's thunderous stomp? It was easily pierced through.
"Ye Zhen, if we're talking about explanations, we should start with you … Don't think that you can be arrogant just because you killed a flying turkey. You're still far from that level."
The Twelve Sects of Cloud Mountain's objective for coming here was clear.
They wanted to demand an explanation for Xie Xuan.
Ye Zhen remained as still as a mountain.
The script seals hovered above Ye Zhen as faint Primal Qi circulated around him.
He was cultivating.
He was cultivating in front of so many people.
Nie Chi frowned slightly.
"Ye Zhen, what are you trying to do?"
Ye Zhen opened his eyes.
His gaze fell on the footprints left behind by the young green-robed cultivator.
He looked up slightly. Nobody could tell what he was thinking from his clear eyes.
"My explanation is simple."
Ye Zhen said in a deep voice, "Go with Xie Xuan."
Swoosh!
The wooden doors of the dojo closed instantly. The landscape paintings on the walls were like the ocean. Together with the script seals on Ye Zhen's body, they shone with red light.
"Ye Zhen! How dare you?! "
Bzzt! Bzzt!
The 30 green-robed cultivators summoned their avatars.
Three of them were Eight-leaf cultivators, seven were Seven-leaf cultivators, 10 were Six-leaf cultivators, and the rest were below the Five-leaf stage. They were all Nascent Divinity realm elites.
Several cultivators lunged at Ye Zhen. There were also cultivators who attacked the landscape paintings.
Ye Zhen's gaze was as calm as still water. He spread his arms.
The Absolute Heaven Formation's effect was on full display.
Bam! Bam!
Dozens of palm seals landed on Ye Zhen. However, it was as though they were hitting water. They were completely ineffective. The cultivators from both sides tried to break the dojo. However, they discovered that their strength was as weak as cotton candy.
Everyone's avatars were trapped in the dojo.
Outside the dojo, it was completely silent, as if nothing had happened.
Nie Chi frowned deeply. He joined his palms together and unleashed all his strength as he said, "Kill Ye Zhen!"
"Understood!"
They swarmed forward.
At this moment, Ye Zhen summoned his avatar.
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