Chapter 1966 Visitors from the Immortal Cultivation Alliance
"Fan Qinglian, what do you mean?"
Kong Qingsong's eyes widened with anger, and he stared at Monk Qinglian with an indignation, "I used the Kong family's thousand-year savings to invite you here, not just to listen to what you said."
Monk Qinglian held something in his hands and said in the style of a master: "I can help you win the battle, that's no problem at all.
But your failure has long been exposed, and your death has already appeared. If you want a poor monk to turn the tide for you, I'm afraid you are wrong!"
"Damn you bastard, you actually tricked me!"
Kong Qingsong's eyes were about to burst, and he was holding a bone spur in his hand that was about to pierce into Monk Qinglian's throat, "Go to hell!"
Monk Qinglian did not struggle, but looked at Kong Qingsong with great pity: "If killing the poor monk can help you relieve your resentment, then do it."
"Don't think that I dare not!"
Kong Qingsong was already on the verge of collapse. Everything he had planned for many years was destroyed in front of his eyes. His life was hanging by a thread because of the backlash from his martial arts. He was in such a state of decline! Monk Qinglian gave Kong Qingsong a faint look, clear and clean.
There was no emotion in his eyes.
Kong Qingsong was stung by this indifferent look, and the bone spur quickly pierced Monk Qinglian's throat without hesitation.
"puff!"
Monk Qinglian tilted his head and blood spurted out from his neck.
"Hahahaha, even if you are the messenger, so what, you won't be killed by me!"
Kong Qingsong suddenly shouted, looking crazy, and turned to glare at Xia Leng: "Mr. Leng, it's your turn next, what kind of death do you like?"
Xia Leng's expression did not change, and he kindly reminded: "Look carefully at what you killed?"
"Um?"
When Kong Qingsong heard Xia Leng's words, he couldn't help but froze for a moment. When he turned to look at Monk Qinglian, he found that he was unharmed and was still looking at him indifferently. Then who did I just kill?
The person lying on the ground twitching incessantly was the afterimage of Kong Qingsong’s confidant.
He was seen holding his neck, looking at Kong Qingsong with a puzzled and resentful expression, and the color in his eyes gradually disappeared.
"What...what's going on!"
Kong Qingsong's brain was in chaos and he could no longer think normally. He quickly fell into another kind of madness from one moment of madness, "Fan Qinglian, how dare you betray me!"
Monk Qinglian said with a smile: "The poor monk came here because he was summoned by your Kong family's destiny talisman to ascend to immortality.
I thought there was a good show to watch, but unfortunately it ended in an unexpected way and I was really disappointed.”
"Since you were called here, you should listen to my orders!"
Kong Qingsong's sanity was completely unclear, "I now order you to kill this guy named Leng, and then kill Yu Nu, so that you can clear the way for me to ascend to immortality!"
Monk Qinglian shook his head: "You should let go of your obsession. In fact, your ancestor had the best chance to achieve immortality thousands of years ago. Unfortunately, he was too cautious and greedy for power in the world. In the end, he was tripped by the Rain Girl and died with regrets.
end.
And you are the one with the least hope. Although you have been planning for many years, your methods are naive and your understanding of the technique is not thorough enough. You are doomed to fail from the beginning."
"shut up!"
How could Kong Qingsong hear this kind of criticism? His face turned red with anger and he yelled, "I'm going to kill you, you deceitful and harmful thief, Bald!"
"That's it, you can leave the show. There will be no more scenes for you."
Monk Qinglian waved his hand briefly and photographed Kong Qingsong into a white light. Then he swung his big sleeves and all the wisps of light were collected at the bottom of the sleeves.
"Who are you exactly?"
Xia Leng knew that this person was not simple, but he didn't expect him to be so powerful. This meant that his identity must not be as simple as a wandering monk.
"Let me introduce myself again, the poor monk Fan Qinglian, an inner disciple of Qixin Guan in the Immortal Cultivation Alliance."
Monk Qinglian put one hand on his chest, with a harmless smile on his face, as if he was not the one who killed Kong Qingsong just now.
Xia Leng sensitively captured a key word: "The Alliance to Cultivation of Immortals?"
"That's right, the Immortal Cultivation Alliance."
Monk Qinglian said calmly: "Have you heard of Mr. Leng somewhere?"
"No, it just sounds high-end and classy."
Xia Leng changed the topic without any trace, "I wonder what kind of organization it is?"
Monk Qinglian did not pursue the question and said calmly: "The Alliance of Immortal Cultivators is the most powerful immortal cultivator world in all the worlds and the infinite universe. It is also an extremely powerful organization of immortal cultivators.
Mr. Leng, I think you have excellent qualifications and a foundation in cultivating immortals, why not follow me to the Immortal Cultivation Alliance?"
"Is it true that anyone who wants to go to the Immortal Cultivation Alliance can go?"
Xia Leng had heard his mothers mention the Immortal Cultivation Alliance countless times, almost always treating it as an imaginary enemy, "Or is it that Master, your status there is not low?"
Monk Qinglian smiled and said calmly: "It's not that the poor monk has a high status, but that I, Qixin Guan, can be considered a small force in the Immortal Cultivation Alliance, and I am qualified to select disciples from any continent under the Immortal Cultivation Alliance."
"You came to Xianyun Continent to choose disciples of Qixin Guan?"
Xia Leng thought of Kong Qingsong's previous words and frowned slightly.
"You can say that."
Seeing Xia Leng's serious expression, Monk Qinglian couldn't help but move to the stone table that was broken by Kong Qingsong, sat down slowly, and invited Xia Leng to sit opposite: "It happens that the poor monk has plenty of time, so I can
Let’s chat with Mr. Leng for a while longer.”
Ji Jiu and Xiao Xiuer felt that this monk was not a good person, so they pulled Xia Leng and persuaded him not to go there.
Xia Leng didn't think there would be any danger, he was just wary of his status in the Immortal Cultivation Alliance.
After hesitating for a second or two, Xia Leng sat down opposite Monk Qinglian: "What do you want to talk to me about?"
"This should be said by a poor monk."
Monk Qinglian showed a smile that made people feel like spring breeze: "Master Leng, is there anything you want to ask this poor monk?"
"Nothing to ask."
When Xia Leng heard this, he immediately knew that the other party had anticipated what questions he would ask, so he simply stopped asking.
Monk Qinglian looked at Xia Leng steadily and said with admiration: "It seems that Mr. Leng is indeed a man of talent. My vision was not wrong."
"I hope you're wrong."
Xia Leng didn't wait for Monk Qinglian to say the following words, and directly blocked his mouth: "I will not go anywhere, and I will not be a monk. My family is still waiting for me to marry a wife in the future."
"Master Leng misunderstood."
Monk Qinglian laughed and explained: "Qixin Temple is neither a Taoist temple nor a Buddhist temple, it is just a sect of cultivating immortals.
Being a monk is purely a personal hobby and has nothing to do with the sect."
Xia Leng nodded, not that he agreed with anything, but he didn't know how to react, so he nodded subconsciously.
After a while, he suddenly asked: "Kong Qingsong seemed to have said just now what kind of messenger you were?"
"good."
Monk Qinglian also nodded and admitted: "I am the guide of the Immortal Cultivation Alliance. My purpose is to guide the immortal cultivators with unlimited potential in all worlds, or the soul boys with excellent qualifications. No matter from which aspect, Mr. Leng
They are all relatively consistent.”
"Spiritual boy?
I am no longer a child."
Xia Leng doesn't like to be looked down upon by others because of his age. In fact, from another aspect, this is a child's mentality.
"Young master Leng, don't worry. From a human perspective, anyone under the age of eighteen is considered a spiritual child."
Monk Qinglian smiled and explained: "As far as the demon clan is concerned, anyone under three hundred years is considered a child."
Another piece of information was added: "In addition to having an inspector in each world, the Immortal Cultivation Alliance also has inspectors who patrol every world from time to time, look for soul boys, and then distribute imprinted talismans.
Afterwards, the messenger will follow this mark and bring the soul boy back to the Immortal Cultivation Alliance."
"For example, Kong Qingsong has this kind of imprinted destiny talisman, but it was inherited from his ancestors three thousand years ago."
When Monk Qinglian said this, he kept looking at Xia Leng, "Mr. Leng, you have two choices. One is to go directly to the Immortal Cultivation Alliance with me; the other is I will leave you a mark of destiny. When do you want to
Go to the Immortal Cultivation Alliance and you can activate the talisman at any time and summon the envoys."
He added: "And this kind of imprinted talisman can be passed down from generation to generation."
Xia Leng thought carefully for a while and said calmly: "Isn't there a third option?"
"Of course."
Monk Qinglian sighed slightly disappointedly. He moved his hands in mid-air, and there was a pill in his palm. He placed it in front of Xia Leng: "Eat this Wangqing Pill and forget about me and today's events."
Yes, I also forgot about the Immortal Cultivation Alliance."
"A pill?"
Xia sneered and said, "There are four of us here."
Monk Qinglian didn't even look at Ji Jiu and Xiao Xiuer, and said casually: "It doesn't matter, their cultivation is not high, I can easily erase their memories, or kill them directly."
"I don't like any of these options."
Xia Leng didn't like this attitude of disregarding human life, and he didn't like answering multiple-choice questions given by others. "I choose the fourth option and kill you."
"Master Leng is joking. The poor monk's soul is far away in the Immortal Cultivation Alliance. This body is just a skin that the poor monk borrowed."
Monk Qinglian's expression remained unchanged, but his attitude showed a trace of displeasure: "Killing him will not cause any harm to me, and there is absolutely no need for you to do so."
Xia Leng pinched the pill: "I think this pill is not a love-forgetting pill, but a life-breaking pill."
"Since Mr. Leng doesn't trust the poor monk, it's useless to say more."
The disappointment on Monk Qinglian's face was palpable, "Hey, it's not easy for a poor monk to come to such a place. It would be great if you take the pill. It can save this poor monk a lot of energy."
Now in this situation, all we have left is to break up, doesn’t this make everyone embarrassed?”
Xia Leng knew that his guess was indeed correct: "You never thought of helping Kong Qingsong. Taking me to the Immortal Cultivation Alliance is nonsense. What on earth do you want to do?"
"Hey, I gave you a chance but you didn't cherish it."
Monk Qinglian slowly stood up and said, "In that case, you should all die."
Xia Leng said calmly: "I'm just afraid that you are the one who will die."
"This poor monk may indeed be inferior to you in cultivation, but don't be too confident."
While Monk Qinglian was speaking, a burst of blue light suddenly appeared outside his body, "The poor monk has finally traveled to the lower world, so he will naturally bring some magic weapons to defend himself. Otherwise, how can he have fun."
After saying that, he raised his hand and waved, and tens of thousands of blue rays of light flew towards Xia Leng and the others, along with raindrops all over the sky.