The Beast Control Sect has left something behind, and even the Holy Lord is trapped.
The Holy Master of Linghe Sect was recognized by the sages of Qingzong, walked to the top of Tingdao Mountain, drank a cup of tea, and found out the cause and effect.
How to choose the remaining holy places?
Some Holy Lords secretly conveyed the idea of uprooting the Qing Sect's foundation. As long as all the forces work together to destroy the current Qing Sect, there shouldn't be much difficulty.
Although it will cost a lot of money, if it can be done, it can be solved once and for all. As for the Demonic Abyss, the worst case scenario is that all the sects will sign a new agreement and guard it together.
Human nature is twisted and extremely sinister. They would rather risk the outbreak of the Demonic Abyss than apologize to Qing Zong and admit their mistakes over the years.
Regarding the proposal to destroy the Qing Sect, the Holy Lords only casually talked about it, and it was difficult to put it into action.
Dugu Changkong is not dead, and no one dares to jump out and seek death.
The first force to stand up will inevitably suffer heavy losses. Therefore, no one is willing to be the first to clear up troubles for others and bring disaster to themselves.
"I can't wait for the tea ceremony. Fellow Taoist Dugu can try another way."
Riding a tiger and unable to get off, a certain Holy Lord broke the silent atmosphere and said loudly.
The holy masters of each sect looked at Dugu Changkong with evil eyes.
Countless monks looked at this scene, holding their breath and concentrating, very nervous.
"Of course you can." Dugu Changkong had a plan in his heart and could not push the major holy places too hard: "In the new era, the new generation should take the lead. If the younger generations of each sect can defeat Chen Qingyuan, there is no need to drink
If you want some tea, we can discuss compensation matters.”
Chen Qingyuan, who was still lamenting his uncle's domineering attitude, suddenly trembled and his eyes suddenly changed.
How come it got to me?
Chen Qingyuan looked at Dugu Changkong with doubtful eyes, wanting to get an answer.
In response to this, Dugu Changkong secretly sent a message: "Although you have supreme talent, you have just embarked on spiritual practice and need to hone more so that your foundation can be solid and you can reach a higher position in the future."
Dugu Changkong knows very well in his heart that he has no hope of reaching the other side of the divine bridge in this life. However, Chen Qingyuan's talent is the only one in ancient and modern times. There is a slight possibility of crossing the broken bridge and opening up a truly prosperous age.
The more this is the case, the more Chen Qingyuan has to endure more hardships to become steel.
Since the end of the Baimai Feast, no one in the world knows Chen Qingyuan's name. When he is mentioned, they know that he has extraordinary talent and outstanding strength, surpassing his peers.
Under such circumstances, it would be difficult for Chen Qingyuan to find a suitable opponent. If he keeps immersing himself in training, there will definitely be disadvantages over time.
Therefore, Dugu Changkong wanted to use this incident to build a stage for Chen Qingyuan and let him sing a good song.
After Dugu Changkong passed away, it would not be easy for Chen Qingyuan to find opportunities to hone himself. By then, facing a group of old guys with extremely terrifying strength, his life would not be guaranteed, let alone gaining experience through actual combat.
"Looking around the world, no one knows that Chen Qingyuan of your sect is extremely talented and possesses three elixirs. Although our holy sect has geniuses, they are far inferior to others."
Although the Holy Lords do not want to admit this matter, the current situation must be spoken out.
If we really agree to Dugu Changkong's suggestion, the geniuses of the major holy places will be in danger.
"The old man can temporarily seal his Flawless Holy Pill and the power of the law of the Supreme Dao Bone."
Dugu Changkong said.
"really?"
The eyes of all the Holy Lords lit up and they couldn't believe it.
After sealing the holy golden elixir in his body, he also suppressed the power of the Supreme Dao Bone. In this way, Chen Qingyuan poses no threat at all except for his empty cultivation.
Standing on the high platform in the front hall, Chen Qingyuan smelled a hint of danger.
Is it too late for me to slip away now?
Chen Qingyuan is not afraid of fighting with his peers, but he also doesn’t want to seek death!
Not using the power of his foundation is equivalent to Chen Qingyuan using his mortal body to fight a group of monsters of his own generation, with no chance of winning.
"A promise worth a thousand gold."
Dugu Changkong nodded.
Even monks with evil intentions would not question the promises made by Qing Zong.
"good!"
Having said this, it would really be a joke if the major holy places didn't have the guts to join the battle.
Then, pairs of eyes focused on Chen Qingyuan.
In the eyes of many people, Dugu Changkong pushed Chen Qingyuan into the fire.
Without the power of his supreme foundation, what can Chen Qingyuan do to compete with the monsters in the world?
"Ten days later, let's have a battle."
Dugu Changkong sent messages to all parties.
Immediately, the senior officials of the major holy places began to discuss and decide which junior would take the lead.
A new round of storm is coming.
The monks from all walks of life were talking about it and kept talking about Chen Qingyuan. Not many felt that under such restrictions, Chen Qingyuan could still surpass his peers.
"can't read."
Liu Nansheng of Lihua Palace was with a group of core elders, her eyes confused. Although she saw that Dugu Changkong intended to temper Chen Qingyuan, this move was obviously inappropriate and put him in danger.
"Almsgiver Dugu is different from ordinary people."
The old monk shook his head secretly, a little worried about Chen Qingyuan's safety.
However, this is the decision of the ancestor of Qingzong, and the old monk cannot interfere with it as an outsider.
call--
A breeze came and brought Chen Qingyuan to the top of Tingdao Mountain.
A layer of mist covers the top of the mountain, preventing outsiders from prying.
"Uncle Master, aren't you trying to trick your disciples?"
Chen Qingyuan walked to Dugu Changkong's side, bowed and said with a wry smile.
"What, are you scared?"
Dugu Changkong joked.
"I'm not afraid, but I just don't like getting beaten."
If the foundation is sealed, Chen Qingyuan's strength will be greatly reduced.
"How can I let you suffer as an old man?"
Dugu Changkong had a kind face.
"Uncle Master, what do you think?"
Hearing this, Chen Qingyuan saw hope of not being beaten.
"If you learn the Qingzong's top Taoist techniques, even if you are a mortal, you will be ridiculously proud of your peers."
Dugu Changkong intends to preach.
"The war will start in ten days, it will be too late!"
The real cramming made Chen Qingyuan loveless.
"I will give you personal guidance, coupled with your own understanding, it should be enough."
Dugu Changkong said softly.
"What if you don't learn it?"
Chen Qingyuan said softly.
"Then I'll get beaten."
Anyway, it was not Dugu Changkong who was beaten, so he was not worried at all.
"No!"
You are too cheating!
Chen Qingyuan couldn't laugh or cry.
"Your path of cultivation is too smooth. It's easy to stand at the top, but it's not that easy to create a miracle and create a prosperous age for you."
Dugu Changkong has high hopes for Chen Qingyuan, not only to restore the Qingzong, but also to reach the end of the Shenqiao.
"I am flattered that you have such great expectations for your disciples."
Chen Qingyuan had no choice but to accept it.
"Stop wasting time and start learning!"
After the words fell, Dugu Changkong pointed out, and a flash of blue light entered Chen Qingyuan's eyebrows.