"Okay! The principals are all here. Let me announce the matter."
Ancestor Tai Rong calmed down for dozens of breaths, and finally spoke. He glanced coldly at the eleven people kneeling on the ground, and said unhurriedly:
"Disciples, today is a great day for our Xiling army to attack Dongling. Various signs indicate that the Buddhist army has reached the end of its war effort. Our twenty Xiling ancestors led more than a thousand golden elixirs and 50,000 foundations.
The disciples will attack the Dongling Mountains together, and together with the 50,000 disciples who are already stationed in the Dongling Gate, we must control more than half of the mountains in our hands within thirty days. Do you understand?"
"Disciple understands!" A thunderous roar came from Yucheng Palace.
"Of course, it doesn't matter whether the Buddhist cultivators leave or not. We are going to grab the mountain. As long as they don't offend us and don't hinder us from harvesting the mountain, you don't need to fight them to the death."
"Ancestor, what if the monks from Dongling Five Sect come to interfere? Do we want to fight?" In the middle of the hall, an ancestor in the middle stage of Nascent Soul stood up and asked.
"Dongfang Qi, you asked well. The five Dongling gates have been beaten to pieces by Buddhist cultivators. The strongest Dongling gate has also lost two-thirds of its casualties, and most of the mountain has been lost. What Tianyi gate,
Danshan Cloud Pavilion, let alone Qianjimen, there is not even one out of ten. Oh, I seem to have heard that Hua Chen was made dumplings by Buddhist cultivators, and he sent us more than ten help talismans in succession. Tell us,
We at Xilingmen have tried our best to help them regain the mountain. Why should they stop it? Tell them to capture the mountain and conquer it together. It is easier to attack the mountain than to defend it. They will understand. Ahem, in case they don’t understand.
Yes, let the Buddhist cultivators or monsters repair them, they will eventually ask us for help. Hehehehe!"
Ancestor Tai Rong chuckled, completely treating the eleven kneeling people as nothing.
"Ancestor Tai Rong, what are you calling them for?" Ni Hu pointed to the ground.
"Oh, I almost forgot about the real thing."
Ancestor Tairong patted his forehead and said with a smile: "Ancestor Zhongpo, I invite you here because I want to ask my junior brother for a favor."
"Brother Tai Rong, no matter what you order, Zhongpo will never frown!" Zhongpo quickly raised his hand and replied.
"Okay! Very good! You, the Golden Dragon Society, have earned a lot of crystals in Jade City over the years. I don't want more. You have paid 1.8 million for top-quality crystals! It's agreed that this crystal is a reward."
The fees are voluntary donations, not borrowed from you."
"Eight hundred thousand top quality crystals?!" The ancestor of Zhongpo almost fainted. He was excited and sent a message to Dongpo: "How much inventory do you have in your warehouse?"
"Tai Shang Elder, the total is about two million, which has been accumulated through hard work in the past three years..." Dong Po's face was ashen.
"To the great monk Qi Tairong, can you ask your disciples to pay 300,000 yuan first, and pay the rest in three years?" Patriarch Zhongpo asked guiltily.
"Only three hundred thousand? No, no! We went to the front to bleed and sweat, and you gave us a huge discount on a few crystal stones. How can you not be embarrassed?! In this case, I'll forget it, and you don't have to pay thirty thousand.
If nothing else, give up your territory and get out of Yutiao Mountain." Patriarch Tai Rong sneered.
"Then five hundred thousand! Five hundred thousand is our limit. Otherwise, even if we have territory, our Golden Dragon Society will fall apart..." The ancestor of Zhongpo cried, scanning the surrounding ancestors who were like wolves and tigers.
, there was a sigh in my heart.
"Six hundred thousand! That's it. You will ask someone to go back and get it later. After you get it, the underground market will still belong to your Golden Jiao Association. From now on, just pay one hundred and eighty thousand of the best crystal stones every year!" Mr. Tai Rong
Zu said lightly.
Ancestor Zhongpo looked at Dongpo, who was looking gloomy, and said in a fierce voice: "Go back and get the crystal stone. Don't hesitate. If you hesitate for a moment, my Nascent Soul Body will collapse!"
Dong Po secretly clucked his teeth, stood up, turned around, and shot out of the hall.
"Gui Xiaoxiao, how do you think I want to ask your Tiancheng Pavilion for help? I can give you another ten breaths of opportunity to think about it!" Patriarch Tai Rong sneered.
"No need to think about it, tell me, how much do we need to pay for Tiancheng Pavilion?" Gui Xiaoxiao did not raise her head.
"Not much, three million! If you are missing one crystal, I will skin you, hehehe! As for skinning or stripping off your clothes, it's not up to you!" Patriarch Tai Rong laughed sinisterly.
Gui Xiaoxiao's face turned pale, and she remained silent for hundreds of breaths. Finally, she gritted her teeth and said, "Old Ancestor, little Crystal Stone will pay you back when you go back, and I will hand it over to you in ten days' time!"
"No! Our Eastern Expeditionary Army is about to leave. I've been waiting for you for ten days, and the day lilies have become cold. If you send a message back, you won't be able to get crystal stones in return. I can exchange it with you or Tiancheng Pavilion. Alas, a building
You bastard, it cost me three million high-quality crystal stones, which is really a sky-high price! Quack, quack, quack!"
Patriarch Tai Rong was chattering and laughing strangely, and the sound was heard throughout the hall. Even the thousands of monks outside the hall shook their heads and sighed, confused by what this great monk had done.
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"Hey, old man, aren't you too shameless?! When did a scum like you appear in Xilingmen?!" A ghostly scream suddenly appeared in the hall. The sound was transmitted into everyone's consciousness like thunder.
top.
"Who... who are you?" Grand Ancestor Tai Rong was shocked. He scanned the hall repeatedly with his consciousness, but still found nothing.
"Old man, stop being so rude. Although you are a great monk, in terms of power, you are only a low-ranking great monk at best. You are only a little stronger than the ancestors who were at the peak of the mid-Nascent Soul. You still have the nerve to rob a common girl.
Blackmailing people's money?! I even blush for Xilingmen!"
The obscene voice continued to be heard, and the whole hall buzzed. The twenty Yuan Ying ancestors all stood up and scanned the hall inch by inch with their spiritual consciousness.
No, still not! It was as if the sound came from hell!
There was only one person, his heart was beating wildly, and his whole body was trembling, but because he was lying on the ground, there was no clue.
"What kind of ability do you think you have, hiding your head and shrinking your face? You have the guts to come out and compete with me!"
As Patriarch Tai Rong spoke, he carefully sensed the spiritual power fluctuations in the air with his spiritual consciousness. After another ten breaths, his face finally turned ugly, and a trace of fear could not help but arise in his heart.
"Hey, seeing how hard you are scanning, I will come out and meet you!"
The ghostly voice trailed behind, and next to Gui Xiaoxiao, there was a gentle shaking, and a masked monk with a flat head appeared. He wore a pair of big sunglasses on his face, a long beard under his chin, and was wearing a
Wearing a black cloak and silver boots on his feet, he looked as if he was wearing a rug. There was no pressure on him, and he looked like a mortal.
"Hmph! Boy, just come out if you dare! Die!"
As soon as the word 'death' came out, Patriarch Tai Rong struck out with his palm sword without hesitation. A silver-white ghost-headed sword that was about ten feet long and three feet wide suddenly appeared and slashed like thunder.
Fast, ruthless, accurate! The speed reached the extreme. Before he could even finish his words, the knife was already in front of the flat-headed masked monk. Behind the knife, pieces of space were twisted and deformed, as if they were under the weight of millions of people.
"Reiki Transformation! It's the Reiki Transformation Sword! A great monk is a great monk, Patriarch Tai Rong is so sharp!" There was a sound of admiration in the hall.
The flat-headed masked monk just shook his head slightly, did not put up any defense, did not throw out any treasures, and did not even move his body. The ghost-headed sword instantly disappeared into the body and disappeared like smoke.
However, on the surface of the masked monk's cassock, four huge invisible whirlpools were swirling, like four huge black holes, swallowing up the mountain-like sword cleanly.
The visitor was of course Tianjiu, who had entered the inner palace of the city lord's palace invisibly.
"Oh, it's too weak! Does the ancestor have a longer and bigger spiritual energy knife? It's not enough to itch me like this!" the flat-headed masked monk said, shaking his beard.
In the main hall, you can hear the leaves falling. The spirit energy transformation knife launched by Tai Rong Patriarch seems random, but it is not something that ordinary monks can forcefully intercept, at least most of the Yuanying Patriarchs here do not dare to do it.
"You...? Tell me, who are you?"
Ancestor Tai Rong was horrified, but there was no expression on his face. He only nodded slightly. The door of the palace in the distance closed quietly, the spiritual light flashed sharply, and dozens of magic circles flew up, tightly surrounding the entire hall.
Reality.
"Holy? No, no, no! Nervousness is almost the same. I am Nervous Great Elder! He comes when he is happy and disappears when he is unhappy. Hey hey hey, aren't you very nervous?!"
Tianjiu grinned and saw dozens of ancestors looking confused, and then said: "Master, the great elder of Yutiao Mountain City, don't you all know him? Lord of Iron City, where is Lord of Iron City?!"
"Iron-faced Marquis!" Grand Ancestor Tai Rong shouted with a frown.
"The disciple is here!"
In the center of the left side of the main hall, a monk in the late stage of Jindan flashed out tremblingly, it was the once famous Deputy City Lord Iron.
"Is this man the great elder of Yutiao Mountain?" Patriarch Tairong asked, pointing at Tianjiu.
"Reporting to the Great Monk Tai Rong, the disciple is not sure. Because the Great Elder has not appeared for several years, but the disciple vaguely remembers that the Great Elder's surname is Tian, not the Great Elder Nervous."
"Hey, Tie Mianhou, you have to look carefully, otherwise I will report you when the saint comes! Hey, isn't this Mr. Dongpo? You are fine! Get up, get up! What are you doing lying on the ground?
?My father and mother are not dead, so I can’t be so pious!”
Tianjiu first yelled at Tiemianhou, then glanced at Dongpo on the ground, and said with a smile.
"Are you...are you really the Great Elder?" Dong Po asked in shock.
"Of course, it will be replaced if it's fake. I remember Lord Dongpo once gave me a bottle of foundation-building pill in the deputy palace. That pill was so good. My unlucky nephew got better after taking it three times, five divided by two, and he was promoted.
No. No, in the past few days, there has been talk about getting the Yuan Ning Dan again, saying that it is necessary to condense the elixir. I have a headache, a real headache. You said that my ancestor who is in the middle stage of Yuan Ying has already stepped into the ranks of great monks.
, where does such a low-level thing as the Ning Yuan Pill come from!" Tianjiu said, and suddenly took out a crystal clear Foundation Establishment Pill, which was the only remaining one in the bottle of Foundation Establishment Pill that Dong Po gave to Tianjiu back then.