On Kongming Mountain, a seemingly middle-aged immortal cultivator looked toward the east, with a trace of heaviness gradually appearing in his troubled eyes.
He is holding a rosary in his hand. There are nine wooden pellets in the whole body. Each one is polished from the fine wood of a ten-thousand-year tree. Trees have spirits, and the wooden pellets from the ten-thousand-year-old tree are even more spiritual. The rosary is the immortal of Kongming Mountain.
It is a must-have for all immortal cultivators in the sect, and the person who can possess the Ten Thousand Years Tree Rosary is naturally Zhao Qiankun, the current master of Kongming Mountain.
He stood alone in the quiet pavilion, with an invitation letter from the Twelve Divine Palaces placed on the desk behind him.
"Originally, I had not completely made up my mind to do this. After all, it would be an insult to the sect, but I never thought that an ordinary person's intervention would make me make up my mind." The mountain master shook his head.
In the darkness behind him, a figure stood vaguely. This person did not speak, but stood there quietly and motionless.
"The Age of Dharma Ending is coming, and there is no hope for our immortality in this world. Even a mortal can fight against the golden elixir. Times have changed. If you want to gain a foothold in the East, you must learn to be flexible. It would be right to join the Twelve Divine Palaces.
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The mountain owner muttered to himself, silently returned to the desk and wrote a handwritten letter. He immediately took the big seal and stamped it solemnly on the envelope. When Xie Changyuan's head was taken tomorrow, he would send the head and the letter to the south.
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At night, the gate of Kongming Mountain is still brightly lit, and the elites of the other four immortal sects gather here. Naturally, there are continuous banquets and entertainments.
During the banquet, the disciples of Kong Mingshan all opened their arms to enjoy the delicious wine, while the masters of several other major sects only accompanied them and couldn't be happy at all.
After all, their ancestors of the Golden Pill were slaughtered by Xie Changyuan. Tomorrow the five major immortal sects will unite, which does not give them much confidence. Rather than a banquet, it is better to say that it is a meal for these combatants.
"You fellow Taoists, why should you be worried? We are just ordinary people." A bald-headed immortal cultivator from Kongming Mountain said with a smile.
This man has big shoulders and a round waist. He has a beard and a shiny bald head that is particularly eye-catching. There are seven or forty-nine rosary beads hanging around his neck, each of which is as big as a baby's fist.
"Ordinary people? My ancestor was chopped to death by his giant sword. This person is far more terrifying than an ordinary body-refining madman. Fellow Daoist Deng does not dare to look down upon him!" a cultivator from Xuanling Valley reminded him.
Hearing this, Deng Yuan from Kongming Mountain inadvertently showed a contemptuous smile. He thought to himself, that is because your golden elixir ancestor is too watery.
Of course, this was ultimately what he said in his heart and was not spoken out.
The bald Deng Yuan is the last elder of Kongming Mountain. He was promoted just two years ago. He is responsible for receiving the major immortal sects these days. Of course, the mountain master also gave him another task to mobilize the morale of the army as much as possible.
In tomorrow's big battle, not everyone will be as careless as Deng Yuan. People who can really achieve great things are always careful and considerate. The mentality of the elites of the major immortal sects will directly affect the outcome tomorrow.
Although he was disdainful, Deng Yuan still had to finish it. Looking at the heavy and depressing atmosphere of other immortal sects, Deng Yuan patted his bald head, stood up and said loudly.
"Didn't we catch that blacksmith a few days ago? Not to mention, this old man's craftsmanship is really good. Are you interested in meeting him?"
Hearing this, all the immortals suddenly cheered up, and a hint of cruelty appeared in each other's eyes.
In recent years, the giant sword in Xie Changyuan's hand has been a nightmare for them, especially the immortal cultivators who had a head-on confrontation with Xie Changyuan. Most of those who survived had their path to immortality cut off.
Some of them damaged the foundation of the Dao during the fight, and some of them couldn't bear the fact that the other party was just a mortal, and their Dao heart gradually wavered.
Their fear came from Xie Changyuan, from the giant sword in his hand. Now that the man who forged the giant sword was being detained in the hall, everyone was eager to try it.
"Fellow Daoist Deng, please invite him up." Someone said through gritted teeth.
Soon, an old man and a young man were brought up.
Ou Yefeng has a beard like a halberd. Although he is old, he is strong and strong. However, he is dressed in coarse cloth and is incompatible with this majestic fairy palace. He is bound by immortal ropes and it is impossible for mortals to break free.
And that child is naturally little Moxie.
"Grandpa, these people look like they want to eat people." Little Moxie grabbed Ou Yefeng's clothes in fear.
Although this child has an eccentric nature, he will still show appropriate fear when faced with unknown dangers.
Hearing this, Ou Yefeng remained silent and subconsciously puffed up his chest, trying not to look too old.
"You, mortals, will never be able to set foot here in your lifetime. It would be a waste for you to take another breath of air here." A young fairy said indifferently.
"Then let us go, and we'll leave now." Little Moxie's big eyes flashed, and he subconsciously retorted.
Someone started shooting.
"You are such a sharp-tongued fellow, Daoist Deng, can you please let me chop this little one into pieces first, so as to avenge the murder of my master in the past!" A bearded man said angrily.
This man is a monk from Yaowang Valley, and the master he talks about is Lao Jindan from Yaowang Valley, who died at the hands of Xie Changyuan half a year ago.
Before Deng Yuan could ask for permission, Xiao Moxie blurted out another sentence.
"But it's not me who killed your ancestor. If you want revenge, go to Xie Changyuan."
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Ou Yefeng laughed loudly. If he could have a free hand at this moment, he would definitely touch his granddaughter's head.
There were many cold snorts at the banquet, and the chilling atmosphere gradually spread. Most people had murderous intentions towards the grandfather and grandson.
Xie Changyuan and the others might not be able to do anything about it, but two mere mortals who could be wiped out with just one breath of their breath were so impudent.
"Kill them, we're not going to let them go down the mountain alive anyway," someone said coldly.
"I don't think it's necessary. Everyone here is a seeker of truth. Our mortal enemy is Xie Changyuan. This pair of grandfathers and grandsons are not worthy of our action."
There is no shortage of reasonable people at the banquet, but after all, such people are in the minority, and their words will have no effect.
Not long after, someone stood up.
"I have a suggestion. It's okay for this old man to live for more than ten years. Why don't we cripple his hands so that he can't forge for the rest of his life, and then throw him down the mountain to fend for himself. As for the young one, he looks pretty good.
Yes, it’s better to raise it and provide it to my disciples of Yaowang Valley to collect yin and replenish yang when it comes out of water.”
This man was thin and wretched, with a mouth full of yellow teeth and a few missing teeth. His inverted triangular eyes rested on little Moye, and his smile gradually became abnormal.
Everyone agreed, but little Moye was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he thought he might as well ask for mercy. But when he looked up, he saw his grandfather's expression was calm, with only the corners of his wrinkled eyes twitching slightly.
She understands that her grandfather is not afraid of death, but is worried about being persecuted. Now that she has reached this point, she does not want to become a burden to her grandfather.
After thinking about it for a while, Xiao Moxie looked fierce and felt sad.
"I'm warning you, if anyone dares to touch my grandfather, I will use any means in this life to make you pay the price."
Little Moye mustered up his courage.
Ou Yefeng had made countless soldiers in his life and had a good reputation. Although he had a bad temper, he was magnanimous and unyielding to the powerful, including these immortal cultivators.
Faced with a life-or-death situation, he did not flinch, and kept his chest straight from beginning to end. He had a fiery temper but was surprisingly silent, indicating that he was already prepared to die, and it would be useless to talk more.
The whole hall burst into laughter, and they all thought what Ou Moxie said just now was very funny. Pay the price? He said this without considering his own situation, which is simply ridiculous!
Suddenly, the long-bearded monk from Yaowang Valley jumped up, dipped his hand into the wine glass, and popped out two drops of wine with his fingers, hitting Ou Yefeng's arms.
In an instant, Ou Yefeng's strong arms withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his dark skin appeared charred, followed by a burst of heart-piercing pain.
"Click!"
Ou Yefeng fell to the ground, big beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, and he gritted two teeth in his mouth without making a sound.
His arms were completely useless.
The old man's face was pale, and little Moye beside him couldn't bear it anymore, knelt down next to Ou Yefeng and cried loudly.
"He is a tough guy." The bearded monk sat back on the table.
Someone reminded, "Control this little one and don't give her a chance to commit suicide."
Just when someone was eager to give it a try, a woman stood in the center of the stage and waved her hand, and Ou Yefeng's grandfather and grandson were turned into ashes and disappeared.
Everyone looked and saw that it was Fairy Zixia from Taihui Immortal Sect who took action.
"Are you interested?" Fairy Zixia's ethereal voice sounded.