The monk who flew out of the cave was dressed in a green robe and held two green wood dragon horns. He opened his arms with laughter and ecstasy, shouting loudly: "I'm out, I'm finally out of that damn place!"
The sound waves turned into ripples, and the pressure swept over the high clouds like wind.
Taking a long breath of turbid air, Brother Qingmu's face was filled with relief. Although there was strong spiritual energy in the cave, it was because of the Burial Jing Peak, only that could gather the huge spiritual energy.
As for the small wilderness, it looks barren but makes people feel relaxed and happy. It makes people no longer feel like a trapped bird in a cage.
The person who left Xiaodongtian was Lao Long.
"Someone is coming out."
"Why does this monk look so weird?"
"It is indeed as senior brother said, this person's aura is very extraordinary."
The sound of everyone talking brought the overjoyed old dragon back to his senses. Although he paid attention, he just thought it was a monk who had noticed the change in the cave and came to join in the fun. He was too happy, so he ignored it.
The excitement of leaving the cave had not faded away, and the changes in the auras of the monks around him made the old dragon look a little more solemn.
His eyes were reserved and he glanced over.
There are many monks standing on the clouds in the sky. At the front is a dragon chariot, carried by the illusory dragon spirit. The chariot looks extremely simple and simple, but it has an aura of the wilderness.
Standing next to the chariot riding a cloud were three monks, chatting and laughing together while looking at the old dragon who had escaped from the cave.
Behind those three monks were the large group of foundation-building monks.
At a glance, there must be hundreds of people at least. Their expressions were nervous and excited, or they stretched their necks to look forward, and they all talked in small words.
However, the formation that was maintained did not appear to be loose, and had a vague appearance of some kind of formation.
The old dragon's expression was solemn.
Not to mention the chariot, among the three monks alone, the ones with the lowest cultivation level are all in the late stage of Jindan. Each of them is a great master who can guard one side in the small wilderness.
Now we get together and talk happily.
Looking at their robes and clothing, they are still very similar in black and white.
This shows that these three people are most likely from the same force.
Not to mention the hundreds of foundation-building monks behind him, all of whom have solid foundations and strong auras. Generally, small places do not have such sect strength.
Of course, the barren Small Wasteland is ranked in the middle and lower reaches of the Eastern Wasteland. It can still be found on the map, and it is not a small place in the corner.
Old Long is a Nascent Soul cultivator, but by taking possession of his body, his strength will inevitably decline. Although he is not afraid of these three people, he does not want to cause trouble at this weak moment.
Old Long slightly cupped his hands, restrained his outgoing aura, suppressed the joy in his heart and asked: "I dare to ask friends, who are you from, and why are you here...?"
Among the three golden elixir masters, the one with the lowest cultivation level raised his hands and said loudly: "Fellow Taoist, we are monks of Wanfa Sect in Xiaohuang Realm. We are here to deal with the matter of the cave. You should have ascended from the cave."
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Old Long was worried, his face was as calm as a mirror, and he smiled very politely and said: "It turns out they are senior cultivators from the sect."
"I came out of it."
"Since you all have other things to deal with, I won't bother you."
When Lao Long heard the other party's name, he thought it would be better to leave quickly, lest the Wanfa Sect would find out anything. You know, he killed a lot of people in Xiaodongtian, and infected the world with epidemics. He can be called...
Cholera kills the people.
He would rather meet those demon sects or the righteous path now than meet these murderous stars who maintain the boundaries between immortals and mortals.
"Where are you going?"
Like the sound of prison thunder, terrifying coercion burst out from the dragon chariot. Even the air machine was like a big hand covering it from above, blocking the old dragon's escape light and locking him firmly in the sky above the clouds.
The old dragon was shocked and turned pale, staring at the ancient chariot carrying the dragon's essence with his wide eyes.
Just now, his spiritual consciousness was limited and he did not explore it. His background still told him that this chariot was not easy to mess with. Unexpectedly, there was actually a Nascent Soul Lord sitting inside.
Unlike him who was crippled, the aura of this True Lord Yuanying was round and full of energy and blood. In a place like Xiaohuangyu, the True Lord Yuanying was like the sky, which was completely beyond the old dragon's imagination.
He never thought that the Nascent Soul Lord would be sitting here.
The old dragon did not sit still and wait for death. Nascent Soul's coercion also bloomed from his body. The coercion and energy intertwined into a wall in an attempt to relieve the pressure in front of him.
He said coldly in a deep voice: "Wanfa Sect, I didn't provoke you, why should I use force to suppress you?"
"True Lord Jiao Cang, Ao Xin."
The Nascent Soul Lord in the chariot immediately called out to the old dragon. As he spoke, a jade token flew out from the battlefield, and under the influence of mana, a large proclamation emerged.
The shining golden words record the common people who died because of the Great Cang Dynasty.
Old Long glanced at it, and he already knew what was going on. But it did mean that his method was effective, and those ordinary people who were forced to become incense consumables did not record it.
More importantly, there are records of people who died because of Da Cang Chao and were entwined with his cause and effect.
Those alone are already an astronomical figure. According to the verdict of Wanfa Sect, the true spirit must be sent to the Immortal Killing Platform to kill the true spirit, so that the soul in this life will fly away and will not be reincarnated forever.
"Ao Xin, do you know your guilt?"
Old Long was furious. He had just walked out of that cage, and he was blocked in this place, and they wanted to send him to death. How could he not be angry: "I don't know, what crime do I know, why do you Wanfa Sect do this?"
Can determine sin."
The voice of the Nascent Soul Lord in the chariot was still calm: "Since you don't know, then just submit to the law."
"Law?"
"Wherever the Dharma is, it needs you, the Wanfa Sect, to promote it." Old Long's eyes turned slightly, secretly hating that his magic weapon had decayed and dissipated, and he did not hold the coffin in which the Venerable's body was placed in his hands.
With this snatched body, it is impossible to escape from the hands of a prosperous Nascent Soul with a body that is not smooth.
The Nascent Soul Lord in the chariot was not angry, he just felt that this was the opponent's last struggle.
As for the laws of the Wanfa Sect, of course the spiritual community does not need to abide by them. As long as they are so strong that even the Wanfa Sect cannot kill them and they can still live freely and happily, then there is no need.
The reason is that Wanfa Sect is strong enough and adheres to the general trend of heaven and earth.
"Which one of you is coming?"
The Nascent Soul Lord in the dragon chariot asked the three Golden Elixir monks beside him.
To deal with a monk who seizes his body, it is also good to have him by your side to protect him and let the young people in the sect practice their skills. This will save them from going to the Eastern Wilderness and losing to other similar monks in the sect competition.
Seeing that the ancestors in the sect were interested in competing, the golden elixir monk with the highest cultivation level hugged his shoulders, with neither joy nor sadness in his eyes, he looked at the two junior brothers and said: "He is in the late stage of the golden elixir, and he has the Nascent Soul within him."
Jun, it’s better for the two junior brothers to take action.”
"Hey, senior brother, what you said is wrong."
"The consequences of seizing the body are endless. He can only use 20 to 30% of his strength at most. It's better to call the junior sister back."
"Junior brother said it well."
The Great Jindan Master of Wanfa Sect smiled and immediately lit up the token in his hand.
They have been waiting here for a long time, and Junior Sister's housework has probably been taken care of long ago.
Besides, when it comes to going to the sect to fight with others, the junior sister is also a main force, so it would be great to be able to practice here. This will save them from returning to the sect and finishing at the bottom, so that they don’t have good resources to invest.
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The old dragon was furious and his eyes widened even more angrily.
He is a majestic Nascent Soul Lord, and he is a big figure outside. He is unstoppable in the cave world. Even in the small wilderness, he should not be so humiliated.
The ancestor of the Wanfa Sect in the chariot said calmly: "The true king cannot be humiliated. Let's take action together."
After hearing the words of their ancestor, they immediately put away their expressions, cupped their hands and said: "Disciple, obey the order."
It's not that the ancestor of Wanfa Sect gave the old dragon face. No matter how disabled the old dragon is, he is still a Yuanying old monster, and ordinary golden elixirs at the peak may not be able to miss it.
The disciples of their Wanfa Sect were of acceptable quality, but they were unable to kill the old dragon in a one-on-one situation.
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Tushan Jinghong was worshiping at the Ghost King Hall, and the statue of bones in front of her was her last thought.
She hasn't come back these years, and Daheishan has changed a lot.
After falling from the quasi-first-rate to the second-rate, Lingtian Mining, Spiritual Plants, etc. are slowly recovering. Unlike in their heyday, they have also returned to 50% to 60% of their appearance. The strength of the monks has not improved much and is still the same.
The monks from the Corpse Demon Sect arrived a few days ago. They were arrogant and unreasonable, as if Dahei Mountain had become their territory. Negotiations were originally difficult, but in the end they decided to get rid of the matter.
Taking into account Tushan Jinghong's strength and the background of the sect behind him, the Corpse Demon Sect quickly apologized, without the arrogance of a large sect at all.
After suffering such a loss, the other party will not have any thoughts for the time being.
However, Tushan Jinghong cannot stay here all the time. She will always leave Daheishan and Wanfa Sect in Xiaohuang Territory. Then many things may not work as well as they do now.
"Dad, the baby is back."
Tushan Jinghong knelt on the ground and kowtowed heavily. When she buried her head and closed her eyes, she also covered up the grief in her eyes. She didn't want to shed tears in front of her father, as this would make her look too weak.
"My child will follow your arrangements and join the Wanfa Sect..."
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Tushan Jinghong talked a lot, recounting all the ups and downs she had experienced along the way. After hesitating for a while, she still said: "Dad, I will leave Xiaohuangyu soon."
She once guarded the Black Mountains and wandered to wider territories.
When she knew many things, she realized that without strength, she could not protect anything. She could only move forward, move forward, and move forward without stopping for a moment.
Nie Quanjiu told her his plan.
With the protection of Tushan Jinghong, they will be able to gain a firm foothold when they go out. This family does not have much wealth, but at least there are many mainstays. They can help the young master with many things, which is difficult for the young master.
The Outer Territories are no better than the Small Wilderness Territory. In the Small Wilderness Territory, they are almost top-notch, and the Outer Territories are just the vassals of Tushan Jinghong. This mentality must be changed as soon as possible.
Tushan Jinghong didn't know what Nie Quanjiu and the others were planning, but it was good to leave the Xiaohuang Territory. Next, the Xiaohuang Territory would fall into war.
"Buzz."
After receiving the message from her senior brother, Tushan Jinghong stood up slowly. She raised her hand to collect the corpse in front of her. The corpse could no longer maintain its original shape and turned into dust and was put into a coffin by her.
Explain the remaining matters to Nie Quanjiu and leave the transmission note.
Then it turned into a purple thunder light and disappeared into the sky.