Ding Xie looked around, but did not find the target he was looking for.
According to information, the person with the highest cultivation level in Yuanling Sect is at the peak of foundation building.
As for the two people in front of me, one was in the middle stage of foundation building and the other was in the early stage of foundation building, neither of them conformed to what the sect said.
He immediately asked: "Where is Feng Ji, Yuanling Sect?!"
Feng Qi hurriedly explained: "The envoy of the Shangzong didn't know something. My ancestor was injured in a martial arts fight and is currently recuperating. It is really inconvenient to see guests."
"Please also invite the envoy to come in and speak."
Ding Xie sneered and threw the Wanfa token in front of him.
While hovering, he pointed his index finger on the token, a ray of light appeared, and several lines of small words suddenly appeared.
Feng Qi's eyes widened when he saw a few vertical lines of small characters.
What is written on it is the ancestor's name, date of birth, basic cultivation level, and when he interfered with the world.
Not to mention Feng Qi, even the Foundation Establishment Elder on the side looked horrified.
They didn't know the principle of the token at all. They just felt that their whole bodies were being seen through, as if a pair of eyes were staring at them, which made them monks feel trembling and frightened.
Ding Xie said loudly: "Feng Ji, the Yuanling Sect, opened the ruins of the Blood Spirit Palace for his own selfish desires, interfered with the ordinary operations, and indirectly caused the death of millions of mortals."
"According to the law."
"Be the leader of the owl."
"It is not easy to practice mindfulness. If you stick to your body for more than two hundred years, you can let your true spirit reincarnate."
"Do you have anything else to say?"
Ding Xie put away the token and looked at the Yuanling Sect monks with a cold expression.
If you want to show your holiness in front of others and return home rich and noble, you can just use magic to kill a few enemies.
Revenge of blood relatives comes first, and even the high sect of the Shangzong will not punish it.
It is a grave sin for a monk to cause the death of a large number of mortals who have no cause and effect for his own selfish desires.
The ancestors said that boundaries must be drawn between immortals and mortals.
Anyone who attempts to interfere will be killed without mercy.
"Gaomen, it's an injustice. It's really a huge injustice."
"We didn't interfere with the common world at all." Feng Qi shouted that he was wronged.
Ding Xie waved his hands coldly and said: "Ask Feng Ji to come out, otherwise don't blame my men for being ruthless."
He has seen this kind of thing a lot, and there are always people who are lucky enough to think that they are just the promoters and will not be caught without taking action personally.
But over the years, he has punished many monks without any mistakes.
They all felt that their work was perfect, but in fact they couldn't escape the eyes of Wanfa Sect.
The sky net is vast, sparse and not leaking.
Ding Xie didn't know the specific principle. He just got the order and then executed it, that's all.
"Don't cry."
The old man in coarse cloth appeared beside Feng Qi, patted Feng Qi on the shoulder and said, "After I die, the sect will be handed over to you."
Feng Ji looked at Ding Xie and said calmly: "Every injustice has its owner, and every debt has its owner. I am Feng Ji."
"They don't know anything about this, and it's true that I pushed for the opening of the Blood Spirit Palace."
"I didn't expect that the envoy from Shangzong would really come."
Feng Ji looked at Ding Xie, his voice was calm, his eyes were filled with surprise, and he did not worry about his future at all.
The ancestral precepts say not to interfere with ordinary customs, otherwise it will bring trouble to the sect.
When he was young, Feng Ji followed it all the time, until he was old and on the verge of death. He wanted to break through the golden elixir, and happened to know the news about the Blood Spirit Palace, so he decided to give it a try.
In a battle with the Blood Demon, he was injured by Yin Shen, the leader of the Five Spirits Sect. To this day, he has not recovered from his injuries.
He originally thought of risking his life to form the elixir, but he didn't expect that the envoy from the Shangzong found him first.
Feng Ji admitted that he had underestimated the senior members of the Shang Zong, and even thought that he was doing it without anyone noticing.
Meeting Ding Xie today was the most surprising thing for him in all his years of practicing Taoism.
"Little baby, do you think I will surrender?"
"We monks rely on our strength."
"You are only in the middle stage of foundation building. Even if I am seriously injured, can you kill me?" Feng Ji waved his hand to signal the rest of the sect to retreat.
"Ancestor."
"Ancestor?"
Feng Ji sternly scolded: "Step back and don't interfere."
The aura surged, and the pressure from the peak of Foundation Establishment suddenly poured out, like a big hand pushing away the people of the sect behind him.
Then he faced Ding Xie who was standing in front of him.
"I really want to know the methods of the high-ranking monks of Shangzong. I hope you won't disappoint me."
Ding Xie smiled: "In that case, let me experience the power of the peak foundation-building monks in Xiaolingzhou."
In the middle stage of foundation building, the aura is clearly revealed.
But the pressure accumulated on the opponent actually broke through Feng Ji's blockade, like a sharp sword piercing through.
Feng Ji turned his wrist, and the magic formula changed.
The top-grade magic weapon Flying Sword immediately flew out from the cuffs.
The palm-sized flying sword grew in the wind and turned into three feet.
"The sword turns into rainbow light."
The flying sword slashed at Ding Xie.
"The Seal of Ten Thousand Dharmas."
Ding Xie raised his arm and drew seals in the air.
The small seal quickly rotated and grew, and crashed directly into the ultimate magic sword.
There was a roar, and the aftermath of the battle shook everyone away.
Feng Qi and another foundation-building elder turned around and left. With a roll of mana, they swept the disciples guarding the mountain into the mist and flew towards the sect's mountain peak: "Protect the disciples."
They can't participate in this kind of fighting at all, and there are hundreds of disciples in the mountain gate behind them. They can't abandon their foundation and ignore it.
The mountain protection array is activated, forming a light shield to protect the mountains.
Feng Ji and Ding Xie stood in the sky.
He had already experienced masters in cross-level combat, so Feng Ji was not surprised when facing Ding Xie, he just thought 'this is right'.
This is the monk from the high sect of Shangzong.
If they can't even suppress themselves in a small place, how can they be called a high-ranking sect.
The disciples of Yuanling Sect raised their heads and looked at the sky.
The sound and fluctuations of the battle were so loud that some of the retreating disciples were awakened. They thought it was the Five Spirits Sect coming to attack, and they all flew out with their swords.
At this glance, it turned out to be a young man in red and black robes fighting the ancestor.
"Who is that person? He is actually as good as our ancestor."
"I didn't hear that another monk at the peak of foundation building appeared in our Lingzhou."
"I heard from the grapevine that the junior brother guarding the mountain said that the person who came here is from the Shangzong."
"Shang Zong from outside the state?"
"That's right, it's the Sect from outside the state who came to investigate the ancestor's interference in the mortal dynasty."
One disciple spreads the word to ten, and ten spreads the word to a hundred.
With just a few people in the sect, word quickly spread throughout the sect, and at the same time they became panicked.
The ancestral precepts say that you should not interfere with the ordinary world, otherwise it will definitely lead to the disaster of annihilation.
Unexpectedly, the disciples of Shangzong actually came and started fighting with their ancestor.
"It's over, our matter has happened."
"The person coming is not Jin Dan Zhenren. If we give it a try, we might still have a chance. Our ancestor is at the pinnacle of foundation building, and we still don't know who will win and who will lose."
Feng Ji didn't know what the disciples were talking about. He only felt great pressure. The pressure on him from this young man was even stronger than that of the Blood Demon: "Is this the outstanding person cultivated by the Shangzong clan?"
"Take my Yuanling Sword Controlling Technique!"
The sword light turned into a shadow, and hundreds of sword shadows turned into long dragons surrounding Feng Ji.
"kill!"
Feng Ji holds a magic sword, which turns into light, and his body is wrapped in a long shadow of the sword.
Ding Xie put his hands behind his back, turned his palms over, and condensed his magic power into an awl about a foot long: "Break the magic."
The unique skill of Wanfa Sect is breaking the magic cone.
"bass."
The spell-breaking cone was suddenly activated, directly smashing the head of the sword shadow dragon. The sword shadow light condensed with mana suddenly dissipated and turned into dots of starlight.
Finally, it was nailed firmly to Feng Ji's shoulder blade.
Ding Xie flipped his hand and was about to gather the second spell-breaking cone.
Feng Ji knew that he could not win, not because of his unrecovered injuries, but because of the gap in his essential strength.
He took action for so long that he couldn't even force the opponent to draw his weapon.
"My monks..."
Feng Ji vomited blood, looked up at the sky, and murmured: "How can you die in the middle of a fight?"
The spiritual energy around him converged crazily on Feng Ji's body.
With Feng Ji's body as the center, it condensed into a huge spiritual energy vortex.
Seeing such a scene, Ding Xie sighed: "Why bother?"
The second condensed spell-breaking cone was not fired and dissipated in his hand.
The liquefied mana in Feng Ji's Dantian gathered crazily toward the center.
In the blink of an eye, the effort has been gathered into an illusory golden elixir, spinning smoothly.
Just when he was about to take another step, a large amount of blood poured out of his mouth, and cracks appeared on his originally flawless body.
"Energy formation!"
Feng Ji yelled.
Crazy compression of mana, the Yin Shen in the sea of consciousness suddenly opened his eyes, and flew into Dantian.
The liquefied mana in the Dantian Qi sea surged and impacted an illusory golden elixir in the center area.
However, turning from illusion to reality is a natural obstacle for Feng Ji. No matter how hard he tries, the illusion of golden elixir has no intention of condensing.
Even the originally illusory golden elixir had cracks.
Yin Shen's body is also full of cracks.
The calamity clouds that had just been gathering in the sky had disappeared.
"Failed."
Not only did he fail, Feng Ji also lost his life.
Visible aging of the body.
The sword light in Ding Xie's hand flashed, and Feng Ji's head immediately flew away from his neck and was put into the box by him.
"Feng Ji, Yuan Lingzong, was given the title."
"The Wanfa Sect upholds the law of the world. If the Yuanling Sect violates it again, the sect will be implicated. Don't say it was unpredicted."
"Leave the head."
The leader of Yuanling Sect rushed forward and tried to snatch Feng Ji's head.
"presumptuous!"
Ding Xie shouted, and the seals in his hands condensed.
A huge palm slapped it down.
With a bang, Feng Qi was hit hard on the mountain peak.
It also left a huge palm print on the mountain peak.
This palm print not only frightened another elder, but also frightened all the Yuanling Sect monks.
For the first time, they knew that high-level monks could be so strong.
Feng Qi watched helplessly as Ding Xie flew away.
The opponent was too strong, so strong that he couldn't resist at all.
"We are both monks in the middle stage of foundation building."
"Why, why is the gap so big?"
Feng Qi yelled: "Why!"
…
In front of the palace gate, Wen Yue walked into the main hall.
Emperor Liang lay on the bed and closed his eyes.
"Your Majesty, Marquis Wu'an is here." Gao Quan woke up Emperor Liang in a low voice.
Dragging his exhausted body and unable to open his eyes, he still struggled to look at the person at the door, his voice weak: "Marquis Wu An, you are old..."
"You are old and I am going to die."
Wen Yue shook his head slightly: "Your Majesty, everyone will die, no one is exception."
"I still remember that I first met Marquis Wu'an that year. We were both very young at that time. We held candlelight talks at night and discussed the situation in the north."
Emperor Liang looked at Wen Yue.
He wanted to see Marquis Wu An again before he died, and his expression was complicated: "Is the immortal really better than the mortal?"
Wen Yue felt his hand on the pulse of Emperor Liang's wrist, and his pupils narrowed slightly.
Because he discovered a surprising secret.
But it didn't matter anymore. Wen Yue looked relieved and said: "If you hear the truth in the morning, you can die in the evening."
This chapter has been completed!