The guest house of the Yujing Sect was indeed so busy that it made people dizzy.
The Chixiao Sword Sect, which has a dizzying number of martial arts books, did not come with many people. They were Chixu Tianjun, the junior disciple of Chisong Shenjun, and the famous Seven Sons of Chixiao. There were a total of eight guests, all of them.
Immortal Lord.
This formation was so dizzying that if Wu Jie had not arrived, the disciples responsible for the reception would have almost lost their composure due to surprise and even lost their etiquette.
Fortunately, Wu Jie arrived in time and greeted him as the Immortal Lord, so it was not rude at all.
However, after the Chixiao Sword Sect moved in, a true immortal in charge of welcoming guests came to Wu Jie with a sad face and reported to him, "When I received a certain sect before, more than one disciple laughed out loud."
"Oh? What sect?" Wu Jie was stunned for a moment, then guessed a bit and asked, "Is it the one with a long name?"
"It's just that the name is long, but their ancestor is actually called 'Succinct and Concise Heavenly Lord,'" the true immortal sighed, "Everyone could have tolerated it at first, but when they heard this name - alas."
Wu Jie sighed, patted him on the shoulder, and comforted him: "This is a natural disaster that cannot be resisted by humans. Don't worry about it."
"Yes, since they chose this name back then, they had to be mentally prepared to be laughed at." Qingyu Zhenjun, who was temporarily transferred to serve as Wu Jie's deputy due to lack of manpower, said, "I did ridiculous things, but...
Pretend to prevent others from laughing,
Even those who dare to laugh are silenced. This kind of thing can only be done by the dog officials and fools in the world. We in the immortal way follow our words and deeds seriously. It is good if we can not hold back laughter. If we can't help it, just laugh.
Just laugh - I think they are probably used to it."
Having said this, the True Lord, who had just successfully overcome the tribulation not long ago, couldn't help but laugh.
Perhaps it is indeed because of the accumulation of experience. Since the Battle of the Five Horses Dynasty, the Yujing Sect has successively had Daoguo monks achieve immortality, and true immortals at the peak of Yangshen have stepped into the cave. Until now, in about three thousand years,
There are nearly two hundred more True Immortals of Guangyang God, and there are almost ten more True Lord Dongxu.
This number may seem insignificant at first glance, but anyone who understands how difficult it is to overcome the tribulation will be shocked by it.
If it weren't for the emergence of a divine king and three heavenly kings from the Yujing Sect one after another, covering up the light of these true immortals and true kings, just this wave of success in overcoming the tribulation would have shocked the world.
With such efficiency, anyone can't help but think of the golden generation under Taishang Taozu's family.
In the past, the efficiency of enlightenment in the golden generation was also so high. True immortals and true kings emerged one after another. Every few decades or hundreds of years, I would hear about someone breaking through to a new realm. Sometimes there would even be a few people making an appointment to break through the realm together. In just 600,000
In just a few years, thousands of true kings and tens of thousands of true immortals were born.
However, those who have truly experienced that era and know the inside story all know that the golden generation under the Taishang Taoist ancestors are actually very parallel imports. Nine out of ten specialize in the Nine Transformations True Tradition, with no realm but no supernatural powers. Of course, if
Give them some time, but it doesn't need to be too long. Wan'er's eight thousand years is enough. They can rely on their superb realm to quickly replenish their magical powers. But facts have proven that when danger is really imminent, let alone Wan'er's eight thousand years.
Years, even a year and a half, are unrealistic expectations
When Shenmen was cutting down the road, countless true kings and immortals in Wangqing Palace died at the hands of the middle and lower-level disciples of Shenmen. The blood of the immortals stained the peaceful and peaceful thirty-three days in the past.
It also made all those who once envied the Nine Transformations True Inheritance come to their senses.
Realm is important, but the key to a stable life is ultimately magical power. If you don't even have the basic magical power, no matter how high your realm is, you can only rely on others.
When someone protects them, these immortals who have realm but no strength can indeed be leisurely and contented. But when the towering trees that protect them fall, they are like fledglings in the storm, weak and vulnerable.
Although as a sect, we should provide protection for our disciples. But who can guarantee that no accident will happen and no danger will come?
In contrast, each of these True Lords and True Immortals from the Yujing Sect is real, and any one of them is capable of actual combat, and their combat effectiveness is not weak at all.
Such disciples and such achievements are even more shocking and desirable than those of the golden generation.
So when Wu Jie welcomed the Four Saints of the North Pole under the Qingjiao Shenjun, while they were full of praise for the Yujing Sect, they also secretly reminded them of the existence of the crisis.
"Seniors, what do you mean...the Shenmen will come over?" Wu Jie asked with a frown.
Marshal Tianpeng, the leader of the Four Saints of the North Pole, shook his head slightly and replied with his spiritual thoughts: "We still don't know the ability of Hongdao Divine Lord. But with your ability, fellow Taoist, holding that divine sword, it is powerful enough to ⊥ most of the Divine Lords of Creation.
All
I don’t want to provoke him lightly. So Shenmen probably won’t attack easily again... However, if I were the person in charge of Shenmen, I would definitely set up a dragnet and try to kill fellow Taoist you first and seize the weapon.
"Excalibur"
Wu Jie's eyes flashed coldly: "Could it be that senior knows some news?"
Marshal Tianpeng sighed and gave him some information.
The information was very fragmentary, and it could be seen that it had been carefully sorted out, but it still made people a little confused. The clones in the world of the Book of Heaven were able to improve time efficiency, and one day was like a year in the training room.
Make it clear.
This is a series of plans, ambushes and traps one after another, all aimed at him.
At the end of the information, the signature of "former Taoist friend Qingjiao" was left in an extremely obscure code. Obviously, this information was not collected by the disciples of the Arctic Exorcist Academy, but was collected by the God of Creation Qingjiao.
The senior took action personally, and I don’t know how much time and effort it took to collect it.
Judging from the signature, I am afraid that this is the last thing Qingjiao Shenjun did for the Taoist sect. From those simple six words, Wu Jie can clearly feel the determination and melancholy of Qingjiao Shenjun.
, as if you can see that the senior smiled calmly, saying goodbye to Dao Sect, although he had a look of reluctance on his face, looking for his own direction.
He sighed silently and had no intention of telling anyone the news.
After all, there are still some things that Qingjiao Shenjun doesn't know. For example, he doesn't know that compared to the ambushes and traps of Shenmen, in fact, the biggest crisis Wu Jie faces comes from the strong men who founded Shenmen.
There is a huge flaw in the identity that was made up due to a misunderstanding. Now this flaw has become more and more obvious. After the thirty-three-day mountain opening ceremony, I am afraid it will no longer be able to hide it.
Fortunately, Wu Jie finally got a few hundred years of buffering time. During this period, he had already made arrangements for his preparations. Even if he had to face powerful seniors like Qing Jingweng, he would still be able to survive.
You won't panic and have no power to fight back.
After many days of busy work, the guests were finally almost here.
In other words, all those Tianjun-level figures who needed Wu Jie to come forward to receive them have already arrived.
The Immortal Heavenly Lord has magical powers across the heavens. No matter where they are in the world, as long as they can see the sky, they can see the new heavenly "White Jade Capital" created by the Hongdao Lord. For the Immortal Heavenly Lord
, if you can see the celestial pole, you can cross it in one step. With the power of the Great Movement Formation, it only takes a moment to go from Bai Yujing to Xingpan Mountain.
In other words, if an immortal heavenly king really intends to attend the founding ceremony of the New Thirty-Three Heavens, then he must have arrived.
So...Wu Jie can finally rest.
During this period of time, he was so busy that he even had to fight with all his clones. He only regretted that his magical power was not strong enough and he did not have enough clones. Now that he was suddenly free, he felt a little uncomfortable.
After pondering for a moment, he left his avatar in the Yujing Sect, looking up at the sky, and then stepped out in one step.
The surrounding space flowed like water waves, and he had arrived at the entrance of a palace suspended in the void.
This palace looked very familiar, and it clearly looked like the Forbidden City. Especially the Tiananmen Square behind the Jinshui Bridge, except that there were no portraits of great figures hanging on it, looked like Wu Jie had seen it countless times in TV movies in his previous life.
"Think about it carefully... It's a pity that I haven't been to the Forbidden City back then," he said to himself, walking towards the Jinshui Bridge.
The light flickered, and the surrounding scenery changed strangely. In the blink of an eye, he had arrived in a simple office. Directly opposite was an oversized luxury desk that looked arrogant, and a man wearing a suit and a mustache.
The handsome middle-aged man sat behind his desk and looked at him with a smile.
"In the office inside the Forbidden City, the Jade Emperor in a suit and leather suit... Lao Hua's design ideas are really unpredictable." Wu Jie cursed in his heart and bowed to the man, "Junior, I know you, I will pay my respects to the senior Jade Emperor."
That middle-aged man who looked like the president of a large company on earth and more like the God of Creation was none other than the famous Jade Emperor, one of the top leaders of the Four Fighting Gods. And he was also Hua Siyuan's natal spiritual treasure."
The incarnation of "Jade Palace" is perhaps the most powerful spiritual treasure in all the worlds.
"You're welcome." The Jade Emperor smiled happily, "You just came now, but you're a little out of touch."
Wu Jie couldn't help but laugh: "I'm so busy with worldly matters... I thought I'd be here soon, but I didn't expect it would be delayed until now."
"Yin Shuang has been waiting for you for a long time. Let's go see her first. After you two have a good time talking about old times, Xinghe and I will come to see you. To be honest, we have something to do and we really need to talk to you in person."
Wu Jie nodded, said goodbye and left.
Pushing open the door of the office and walking out, there is a simple and ordinary courtyard. Wu Jie can recognize it at a glance. This courtyard is Zhifeizhai.
Wu Jie and Yin Shuang spent a lot of time together and away from each other throughout their lives. They got together twice for a long time, and most of them lived in Zhifeizhai - Zhifeizhai in the Jiuzhou boundary and Zhifeizhai of the Yujing sect. In terms of appearance, there is basically no difference.
In other words, Wu Jie basically built one in Yujing Sect based on the appearance of Zhifeizhai in Jiuzhou Jie in his memory.
Unexpectedly, in the Jade Palace, the core area of the Fighting God Organization, Yin Shuang also built such a Zhifeizhai.
