"What elder, there is no one you are looking for here. This is the place where the sects are fighting. Anyone who doesn't care should leave quickly." Xu Zhao said bluffingly.
Houtu Sect Jindan, who was also thrown away by the self-explosion of the golden elixir, had a face as golden as paper. He endured the severe pain in his internal organs and the dizziness caused by the displacement of the Yinshen, and used his spiritual eyes to look directly at the barefoot white-robed monk.
Just one glance immediately shocked him.
He hurriedly buried his head, cupped his hands and said, "I don't know, senior, I'm disrespectful in front of you."
Xu Zhao also took a half step back as if he had recovered and quickly apologized: "Senior, please forgive me."
The barefooted and white-robed monk looked sideways and slowly raised his palm. The pressure fluctuations solidified the entire battlefield like a disaster in the world.
All the monks, whether they were in battle or on the verge of life and death, stopped moving under this inexplicable rhythm.
"What is that?" The foundation-building monks who were fighting against each other felt that they could not use their magic power and spiritual consciousness, and even their pupils seemed to be widening and shrinking as if they could not follow their own thoughts.
At this time, they finally realized what kind of cultivation the barefoot monk who stepped into the battlefield in front of them had. He was the top monk in Xingluo Sea, and he was the Nascent Soul Lord that they could never see.
Even the ancestors of the Golden Pill were kneeling respectfully on the clouds, not daring to raise their heads and look directly.
The original sect war also collapsed in an instant.
The head of the Huo Lie Sect's affairs stared blankly at the sky, with tears still in the corners of his eyes. The accident of his ancestor's death made him, a disciple, sad, and he was even more saddened by the fact that the Fire Sect was about to be destroyed.
Now that the unknown Nascent Soul cultivator appeared on the battlefield, it gave him hope. But on second thought, he felt something was wrong. It was impossible for the Tianpeng Sect to let the Nascent Soul Ancestor come to help them.
The Nascent Soul Lord must have had an extraordinary purpose, and it might be a greater disaster than the annihilation of the sect.
The barefoot white-robed monks ignored these monks with different thoughts, let alone deal with the battlefield in front of them.
Shi Shiran walked up to the black sun, raised his hands and said, "Headmaster of Taiyi Sect, True Lord Taiyi, come to greet me, the Supreme Elder of Taiyi Sect."
Tu Shanjun inside the banner no longer knew what kind of look he had on his face. He stared at Taiyi Zhenjun without making any response, because he had no magic power to support him. This spiritual treasure was indistinguishable from a dead thing.
The Yin Shen of Fire Sect Zhou Wensong finally entered the banner.
In fact, when he picked up the Zunhun Banner and injected his magic power, it meant that he had already stored the Yin God here, but Tushanjun did not tell him clearly at the time.
I just didn't expect that this kid Zhou Wensong would rather blow himself up than ask for help.
There are advantages to entering the banner. At least Zhou Wensong's true spirit and Yin Shen were preserved and were not annihilated in the self-destruction.
After finishing speaking, Taiyi Zhenjun reached out and held the Zunhun Banner.
Mana poured into the soul flag, and the side of the soul flag slowly unfolded. At the same time, Tu Shanjun's body quickly condensed. The moment Taiyi Zhenjun obtained the soul flag, the original crack that could not be healed was healed.
Disappeared.
Zhenjun's magic covers the cloud head, and Tushanjun uses the magic to walk out of the soul flag. While moving his body, he senses whether he has any symptoms and whether the soul flag can be completely repaired.
The abundant mana made him extremely happy.
The most regrettable thing in the world is that you obviously have the strength but cannot fully display it. At least then you can try your best, instead of having the ability but being helpless.
Taiyi Zhenjun threw the Zunhun Banner back, Tu Shanjun reached out to catch it, turned it into a three-foot-long banner and put it into his sleeve robe.
He cupped his hands and said, "Please help me, fellow Taoist Taiyi, please."
Taiyi Zhenjun smiled and nodded.
In the middle stage of Nascent Soul, he forced the disciples of the great sect of the Eastern Wilderness Realm to retreat. He was still a master of formations and a great master of alchemy. How could he abandon Lord Tushan and ignore him? This was one of the cornerstones of the sect.
Besides, these were all agreed upon back then.
"How did you find me?"
"Of course I don't have the ability to deduce calculations like this, but he knows where you are."
As he spoke, Taiyi Zhenjun turned over his hand and took out a rope, which was tied to a black coal ball. He was about to grin when he saw Lord Tushan. He kowtowed pitifully and said: "Sir, please spare my life, please spare my life."
Taiyi Zhenjun said with a smile: "This thing can really run away. I caught him several times before I caught him. If he didn't have splitting headaches from time to time and just ran for his life, I wouldn't have been able to catch him."
"The less it dared to go anywhere, the more I rushed there, and that's when I found fellow Taoists."
Tushanjun curled his lips. He often recited the spell to retrieve the treasure. Naturally, it was the devil who suffered. His palms turned into claws and he took the devil over. The rope that bound the devil was untied when Tushanjun took action.
"I called you to come, why don't you come?"
"Sir, spare your life, I really can't help you." The devil just kept kowtowing and begging for mercy, without justifying his actions at all. In fact, he understood everything. He was going to die if he came, but if he didn't come, he could at least save his life.
"I wonder why you don't come. It turns out that you have generated your own magic power, and you are afraid that I will take over your body?" Tu Shanjun snorted coldly, said lightly, and then pushed the devil into his sleeve: "I will deal with you later."
Seeing Tu Shanjun take back the demon head at the peak of the golden elixir, Taiyi Zhenjun had no objections. After all, both the collar around the demon head's neck and the demon head itself were Tu Shanjun's things, and he just returned them in full.
After dealing with the demon, Tu Shanjun looked at the four sects on the battlefield and asked, "What should they do?"
"What do fellow Taoists mean?"
Tu Shanjun said: "Since we want to establish a sect, we need a backbone of basic strength. Maybe we can pick some and take them away. We can't support it alone."
There are many things required to establish a sect, not only to reclaim wasteland, but also to build a sect, and then to stabilize the mortal city and clean up the surrounding wild beasts.
Do these things have to be done personally by the two Nascent Soul Lords?
The Supreme Elder personally cut down trees and stones to build the sect, which makes people laugh out loud when told about it.
Tu Shanjun is not afraid of people's jokes. Some chores can be done by red scarf warriors, and his magical power of spreading beans into soldiers is also quite good.
However, many times it requires flexibility. How can a dead thing like Red Turban Rikishi be completed?
Plus it consumes mana.
No matter how big the business is, there is no extra mana to support it.
"This is indeed a problem, but they all have sect inheritance, so I'm afraid they won't agree to leave with us." Zhenjun Taiyi pondered slightly.
Speaking of which, he still wanted to recruit good family members with a clean family background. Since these people had joined the sect and then left the sect to follow them, it would always make people feel less reliable.
Tu Shanjun saw Taiyi Zhenjun's hesitation and said calmly: "Don't worry about loyalty. After all, these are just outer disciples. What really needs to be considered are the inner disciples and true disciples."
"Moreover, I believe that as long as we treat others sincerely, we will receive sincere responses from others."
The demon who was thrown into the sleeve robe couldn't help but smile crookedly.
Huahua said, in fact, the old devil is the best at deceiving people, and he looks more like a devil than this purebred devil.
The old devil doesn't care at all whether they are loyal or disloyal. He only cares about whether they are useful. If they are valuable, keep them. If they are not valuable, then appease them to avoid any resentment.
He quickly covered his mouth. He almost got carried away just now. It should be noted that it is not dead yet. It is only because it is still useful that the old devil has some patience with it.
Upon hearing this, Zhenjun Taiyi realized that this was indeed the case, so he looked at the monks on the battlefield and said, "This is a grassroots sect that is in need of ambitious people. Anyone who is interested can sign up."
"Because the sect was founded, no one will be refused, and all monks can enter the sect."
"I have all the magic secrets, talismans, magical elixirs, and magical powers."
"If you have high qualifications, you can also become my disciple."
"My Lord Taiyi!"
The voice of the great monk Nascent Soul resounded throughout the Fire Mountain, and could be heard clearly from ten miles away. The people fighting from all sides had long since lost the intention to continue the fight.
Damn it, Lord Nascent Soul has already appeared, who dares to act rashly?
I'm afraid I don't know how to write the word "death".
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The foundation-building monk in the city at the foot of the mountain opened his eyes wide and muttered: "True Lord? Great monk Yuanying."
"Ancestor, the true king wants to accept a disciple."
The eyes of the monk next to him, who was the youngest in his family and had reached the eighth level of qi training, were gleaming with excitement, and he couldn't help but jump with excitement. If he was chosen by the True Lord and accepted into his sect, that would no longer be described as being well-developed, but rather an 'ascension'.
When one person attains enlightenment, chickens and dogs ascend to heaven.
The entire family can turn over instantly and become the greatest vassal, and it is guaranteed that the Golden Elixir Patriarch will also appear in the family.
Fangshi.
Those casual cultivators were breathing heavily, staring at the top of the flaming mountain with red eyes. Unless they established a foundation and became guest ministers in this life, they would have to rely on themselves in this life. Now that the true king is going to found a sect, as long as they are monks
Don't refuse anyone who comes.
"Hahaha, what an opportunity, what a great opportunity!" The old man with white beard and hair burst into laughter as he ran on the street.
His cultivation level is not high, he is only at the sixth level of Qi training, and he is so old. It is impossible for him to achieve anything in this life. He was just thinking about taking a few mortal concubines to have children, but he didn't expect that he would encounter this problem.
To a great opportunity.
The sect is a grassroots one. It is still the sect of the ancestor of Yuanying. With a salary of just two years, he can become a monk in the late stage of Qi training. He may even have the opportunity to build a foundation. By then, he can live to be two hundred years old.
Whether it is becoming a deacon of the sect, or marrying a wife and having children to build a family, it is not a problem. The most important thing is that you will have the ancestor of Yuanying as your backer, so you will not be bullied in the future.
He didn't want to hang around in this quagmire for the rest of his life, trembling with fear every time he saw a sect disciple.
The long streets of Fangshi have long been dyed red.
The male cultivator carefully picked up the storage talisman, while the female cultivator beside him stared at the malicious glances around him. His magic power was stimulated, and his robe also had two slits. It looked like he had gone through a scene.
Fight.
The sturdy male cultivator said with firm eyes: "Madam, let's join the sect. Living like this is not a way of life for people. If you want to live like yourself, you have to change your way of life."
The female cultivator who originally had a stern look turned around and became gentle: "Okay!"
She has long been dissatisfied with this kind of life, but she can only get more resources by adding more blood.
Whenever she saw a man going out, she felt that he was going to die, so she followed him every time. If she was going to die, at least they could die together.