The monks on the giant ship reveled in carnival, but they suffered a lot from the monks who originally lived on the island.
They still look terrified.
For some reason, the place where their ancestors had settled for generations actually started to fly. Of course, they didn't completely fly, but most of them left the sea and flew away into the distance at extremely fast speeds.
The monks on Pengyuan didn't even know what was happening.
A few days ago, the giant ship flew across the sky, and the shadow it brought has not been completely digested. Now, it is good, there is no giant ship, but the island is flying over, which is even more terrifying than the flying giant ship.
The head of Xuanshui Sect, not far from the coastline, stared blankly at the sky in the distance.
The black clouds and mist were getting closer and closer. He originally thought it was the tide of evil energy from the Pengyuan land, but when he took a closer look, he realized that it didn't seem to be the case.
"Enemy attack."
"Raise the sect formation!"
Sharp screams of shock resounded, and the leader of Xuanshui roared back to the sect.
He couldn't tell for a while. Could it be that the enemy brought a big island and threw it over? No one would believe it, and no monk could do it.
Even the ancestor of Nascent Soul couldn't do it.
Tu Shanjun is not a simple Nascent Soul monk, and he would not be able to do this under normal circumstances. Fortunately, his magical powers allow him to use soul flags to communicate with mountains and rivers, and then urge the two Nascent Soul Yin gods to help.
With the addition of Tu Shanjun, a monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, it can be lifted up to several tens of feet. The mountains he carries are not the kind of vast continents that can easily reach tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of miles, but islands that are thousands of miles in size.
Peng!
One island stirs up thousands of waves.
The bursting waves rose more than a hundred feet into the air.
Fortunately, compared to the delicate work of moving mountains, annihilating hundreds of feet of waves seems easy. The large formation of Zunhun Banners fell and completely suppressed the waves.
Then follow the same pattern.
Boom.
The loud sound shocked Xu Zhao and he almost threw away the dice in his hand. It had been several days since this happened, and they had long been used to it. Even if the movement was too loud, they could hear it clearly even through the light shield of the giant ship.
This makes it impossible to practice properly, so it is better to pick up some gadgets and play with them.
"The ancestor is indeed very powerful, and his magical powers reach the heavens and the earth."
Xu Zhao said: "Hey, if you don't have this method, you dare to come to the Sea of Ghost Souls? The ancestors of the Tianpeng Sect who stopped us did not dare to say anything and were pushed back by the ancestors. Let me see, it is the two ancestors.
Be kind, otherwise why bother, we could just as well rob the Jin'ao Continent."
Zhang De did not answer the call.
He is different from Xu Zhao. It was Xu Zhao's idea to take the lead in the robbery of the Fire Lie Sect, but then something like this happened. He now keeps away from fighting and killing.
If you fight, people will die.
Even though there are two Nascent Soul Ancestors here, the enemies they encounter are definitely not the same level as before. With the True Lord sitting in charge, it will be even more deadly.
"Too."
A few days passed.
Tu Shanjun spit out a large mouthful of blood.
Now he has completely become a blood gourd. His magic power is not enough to support the repair of his body. His muscles, bones, flesh and blood have long been broken, and the Yin God in the sea of consciousness is also shattered into pieces.
He spat hard and cursed: "Fuck!"
After returning to the deck, Tu Shanjun couldn't hold on anymore, so he threw the soul flag to Zhenjun Taiyi and said: "Quickly remove the evil spirit above, my body will collapse in a while."
With the influx of evil spirits, Tu Shanjun's condition gradually improved.
He used a cleaning technique to sweep away the black blood on his body, and tied up his red hair, and then he let out a breath: "It's really not a job for humans."
Taiyi Zhenjun said: "This Danshan Mountain was not originally used like this. It requires the cooperation of the gods. Now it is so difficult for us monks to do it alone. If you were not strong and would not be hindered by this, I would not have chosen this method."
It’s a place.”
"God?"
"Another way of cultivation recorded in ancient books has disappeared for a long time." Taiyi Zhenjun explained, seemingly not knowing much about Shinto.
"Is the territory enough now?"
Taiyi Zhenjun nodded with satisfaction, and said with a smile: "Great Elder Xinxin, the vast land of more than 400,000 miles now can almost stretch the spiritual veins, and we can slowly increase it in the future."
When Taiyi Zhenjun recovered his magic power, he took out a jade box from the storage ring as if it was a treasure. It was golden and blooming, even Tu Shanjun, the Nascent Soul Zhenjun, found it a bit dazzling.
"This is?"
Taiyi Zhenjun did not answer, but reached out and opened the jade box.
A roar came.
The shadow of a golden dragon appears in the sky.
Lying in the jade box was a mountain shaped like a giant dragon. It undulated like a giant dragon moving its body. The majestic spiritual energy emitted poked a hole in the black fog above in an instant, and even Tushanjun felt his heart shake.
"The fourth level of top quality spiritual veins!"
"This thing is more than enough to support several Yuanying monks, and can even sustain the venerable's daily practice."
Tu Shanjun moved his eyes to look at True Lord Taiyi. Compared to him, a casual cultivator, the things that True Lord Taiyi possessed were spiritual objects powerful enough to become the foundation of a large sect.
"Excuse me, elder, please protect me."
Tu Shanjun took the Zunhun Banner, soared in the sky and looked around Pengyuan Land. This place has expanded a lot now, plus the original sects, families, and a large population, but there are no Nascent Soul monks.
Taiyi Zhenjun flew to the desolate land and threw out the jade box. The mountain shaped like a giant dragon expanded rapidly in mid-air. The moment it landed, it was like a dragon entering the sea, quickly drilling into the earth, followed by a
The Dao Mountains rise from the ground.
"roar!"
The spiritual dragon roared and expanded, and all the mineral spirit stones in the ground were crushed and absorbed into the spiritual veins.
A huge main peak with a height of two thousand feet rises from the ground.
Nine more prominent mountains guard the main peak.
The spiritual veins dropped, and spiritual energy rushed towards his face.
Taiyi Zhenjun, who was performing spells and reciting spells, looked at the main peak excitedly. His eyes gradually turned red, and he stared blankly at the mountains stretching for thousands of miles. His magic power gathered in Dantian, and he said loudly: "From now on, Taiyi
Peak B is completed!”
"We, the Taiyi Sect, will recruit many disciples here to multiply and multiply."
The giant ship flew towards the mountain peak, while the monks stared dumbfoundedly at the mountains and rivers growing out of the plains. The light shield of the giant ship was removed, and majestic spiritual energy poured in. Even their breathing felt like it was full of spiritual energy.
"My bottleneck is loose!"
"My cultivation level has actually improved."
"Mine too."
"..."
"Is this the power of the fourth-level spiritual vein? It's unbelievable!" Zhang De felt the spiritual energy surrounding his body, as if he was in an ocean of spiritual energy, breathing in and absorbing spiritual energy to accumulate mana with every breath.
Tears flowed from Qian Fei's eyes and he choked with sobs: "Master, why did you just go? You could have enjoyed the blessings."
Xu Zhaoze shouted: "I made the right choice, I made the right choice!"
"..."
Even the three golden elixir masters were like this, not to mention the other foundation-building monks, or those low-level Qi practitioners. Their originally hanging hearts finally fell to the ground, hugging each other, crying, and dancing happily.
A few days ago, the black-robed ancestor moved mountains and seas with his movements, inspiring people and making them admire and fear him.
However, it is not as good as the spiritual energy that benefits themselves. This also shows that the ancestor did not lie to them, and indeed has spiritual veins. Their cultivation speed can be increased by at least ten times, or even dozens of times.
Even if you are unable to attain enlightenment in the future, you will have a better chance of becoming a foundation-building monk and living a hundred more years.
Taiyi Zhenjun took out the White Tower object from the storage ring, and used his magic power to fully unfold the spiritual treasure. Then, pavilions and pavilions flew out of the storage ring and took root on the mountains.
A few moments.
The pavilions are distinct and the corridors are long.
However, these are all for emergency purposes, and a few halls are enough. For caves and the like, a main peak is left alone for the monks to live. They can dig wherever they want.
Controlling the giant ship to approach the main peak, Taiyi Zhenjun took out the holding plate and the entire set of formations and handed them to Tu Shanjun: "Excuse me, elder."
Tu Shanjun took over the pillow formation plate and the accompanying large formation, but he didn't see any sign of trouble on Zhenjun Taiyi's face.
"Huh?"
"Fifth level formation!"
"For a while, I can't stop the venerable master. I'm ashamed. There is no sixth-level formation in charge. I still feel it's not safe enough." Taiyi Zhenjun said with a smile: "I'll leave the arrangement of the formation to the great elder.
A master of formation."
If it hadn't been for the sect, Tu Shanjun would have exclaimed: 'How rich!' The most powerful formation he had ever seen before was the one from the Wanfa Sect, which was not even up to the fifth level.
The Yangcheng formation is mostly supported by the fire phoenix and Yangyan of Master Yuyan. In fact, it is not very clever. If Tu Shanjun were to set up the formation, he would not put all the pressure of the formation on one or a few people.
Tu Shanjun didn't think much about it. The top priority was to lower the formation and then gather all the scattered spiritual energy. With the improvement of the fourth-level top-quality spiritual energy, the entire continent would benefit from it. Of course, the spirit gathering array that comes with the formation must be used.
Formation formation is a profound knowledge, but fortunately Tu Shanjun has worked hard to study it. The right time, place and people, the trend of the mountains and rivers, and the Feng Shui fortune were all figured out, and then the foundation of the large formation was laid down.
The formation covered thousands of miles, including more than a hundred peaks of different sizes, and dozens of mountains and rivers. Among them were many wild beasts and evil spirits that exhaled spiritual energy. They had no time to run before they were taken in by the formation.
As for the tribal monks who were enveloped, they were still in panic.
Tu Shanjun did not explain to them in words. Now that the sect is full of waste and needs to be done all the time, there is no time to explain it to the monks. He will wait for him to get into the formation and then talk to them.
Fly back to the main peak.
The deck of the giant ship is laid flat on the ground for the camels to walk down.
The migrating monks, old and young, were all excited and excited with expressions of curiosity. They directed the camel beast to unload the goods, and then rushed to the station under the arrangements of the foundation-building monks.
"The formation has been completed." Tu Shanjun returned the formation disk to True Lord Taiyi and stretched his waist. His muscles and bones have been so exhausted these days that even the Nascent Soul cultivator can't bear the burden of being used as an animal. It's another migration.
On the island, a large formation was arranged again.
"There is still a shortage of mortals, and then the entire Pengyuan land and the newly merged sects, families, or those wild beasts and evil spirits must all be cleared away. Those who are willing to stay will enter the sect, and if they are not willing, let them leave.
Move here."
"I'm afraid they won't want to."
Taiyi Zhenjun put away his smile and said seriously: "They have to be willing even if they don't want to!"
"Okay." Tu Shanjun smiled helplessly.
This True Lord Taiyi is more domineering than him in dealing with the sect. He wants to completely wipe out the land of Pengyuan and take the land of Nuo into his pocket.
However, this matter probably won’t go smoothly even with the Nascent Soul cultivator.
"Someone is coming."
Tu Shanjun also looked back, the aura was strong, the person coming was not simple, at least he had to be a Nascent Soul cultivator.
The two looked at each other and walked out of the sect's formation.
The visitor had an angry face and was wearing a black armor.
A pair of wide eyes stared at Taiyi and said sternly: "What do you mean? Yuanshan Island is my territory. You just swept away without saying hello. Do you want to fight?"
Taiyi Zhenjun smiled and cupped his hands and said: "I wonder who you are...?"