Ouyang Yu was followed by five foundation-building monks.
One is a descendant of the sect, and the rest are vassals of their Yinling Sect.
Some once served as elders of the Yin Ling Sect, but later resigned from their positions to start their own monk families, while others were casual cultivators who became foundation builders and were willing to pay taxes and develop industries under the protection of the Yin Ling Sect.
The formation was shrouded in clouds and mist.
Ouyang Yu looked seriously at the large formation covering thousands of miles in front of him, and couldn't help but tremble.
Even if he fought for a hundred years, he would not be able to break such a large formation. He quickly got rid of the unrealistic thoughts in his mind, cupped his hands and said: "Ouyang Yu of the Yinling Sect, bring gold stickers and worship the mountain."
Zhang De took out the sect token and walked out of the formation. He dispersed the clouds and mist to reveal the formation. A golden light rose from the sect formation. The formation separated on both sides and appeared in front of everyone at Yungang.
Zhang De, who came up to us, smiled to himself and made a gesture of invitation: "Fellow Taoist, please. When other Taoists arrive, the ancestor will come out and talk to fellow Taoists about things. I also ask fellow Taoists to rest in our sect for a few days."
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Ouyang Yu quickly said: "It should, it should."
The accompanying Foundation Establishment monks were already stunned from ear to ear outside the formation. When they entered the sect, they realized that what they had seen was just the tip of the iceberg.
The rich spiritual energy inside the mountain gate is incomparable, not to mention the layout of the entire sect. It is not as desolate as a grass-roots establishment, and it looks like a blessed land of an immortal sect.
Zhang De was very satisfied with the reaction of the foundation-building monks. Even Ouyang Yu, who was at the same level as him, was cautious. This was the foundation of the great sect, and those who had once "struggled for hegemony" on Yunji Island also became
It’s different.
This is a kind of foundation that can change a person's temperament, and the born temperament changes people from the outside to the inside.
A month's work.
Golden elixir masters arrived one after another.
"Su Huanmen, Master Yu Wenbo, has arrived!"
"Southern Xinjiang Poisonous Insect Sect, Master Miao Sizheng, has arrived!"
"Donglai Sacred Tree Jinfeng Zhenren has arrived!"
"..."
"Bailian Sect, Master Sikong Xingye, has arrived!"
"..."
"The Quidditch Bear King is here!"
"Ghost Crying Ridge, the Killing Ghost King has arrived!"
"Dumen Chengfang City, Master Hu Yansi has arrived!"
"..."
"Xinglian Mountains, the Dragon King sitting on the ground has arrived!"
"..."
"Qishanfang, Master Luo Wenyuan, has arrived!"
"Danding Sect, Zhongli Chimo, the real person, has arrived!"
"..."
The air parking port where the spirit boats are parked at the Taiyi Sect Mountain Gate is crowded with Yudun spirit boats of different sizes.
The ancestor of Taiyi Sect asked them to bring those foundation-building monks with them. He didn't dare not to bring them, so he brought them all. Fortunately, he arrived at Taiyi Sect tremblingly and saw many old friends.
, and then the stone in my heart was removed.
At least we can all handle things together.
"Fellow Taoist Yuwen."
"It's Fellow Taoist Ouyang."
"Isn't this fellow Taoist Huyan?"
"..."
"Long time no see. I heard that the daughter of the Ning family was marrying into your family. I didn't expect that fellow Taoist Huyan would find a good match for himself without saying a word."
"What the hell, I'm the one who's got the upper hand." Hu Yansi didn't feel happy at all. This time, Yuanying Zhenjun sent out invitations, and his in-laws had no intention of coming. Fortunately, his daughter was with her husband's family, otherwise
I'm afraid I want to take my daughter back.
It's okay if he doesn't come, because the Jindan family can't make a living anywhere anyway. If he doesn't come, he won't leave, and he expects the two top sects to help him make the decision.
It’s not like they don’t know what kind of virtue the Ghost Sea has now.
It's almost time to come to the Sea of Ghosts to hang out, but if you still think about it, getting involved in the disputes between the big sects will bring trouble to yourself.
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The two floors of bells and drums rang a total of eighty-one times.
The Jade Palace is huge.
It is one of the main halls of Taiyi Peak, specializing in foreign affairs.
There are twenty-seven tables placed in the hall.
There are also tables placed in the open space outside the hall, but those tables are relatively large. The rest are small tables extending to the square outside the hall, with nearly 300 large and small tables.
Zhang Dezi and Qian Fei took the golden elixir masters to their seats, while the foundation-building monks were handed over to the sect's deacons. All they had to do was make arrangements according to the roster. If they really didn't understand, they could ask the puppets left by their ancestors.
By noon, the arrangements were finally made.
Taiyi Zhenjun, who was in charge, glanced away.
There are a total of thirty-two Jindan Grandmasters who came to the sect, nineteen human cultivators, five wild beasts with high spiritual intelligence, and the rest are ghosts and evil spirits from Pengyuan who have become spirits and gained human form.
In front of the table, there are bronze seals engraved on the forces and their corresponding names. Several large wild beasts are arranged at the entrance of the palace. They are not far from the golden elixir masters. You can also see True Lord Taiyi on the main seat.
Taiyi Zhenjun was still not satisfied.
He sent out more than fifty invitations in total, and only about 60% of the Jindan Grandmasters came, with 40% still not arriving.
Pengyuan is a sparsely populated area and is often shrouded in evil spirits. Compared to the outside, the environment here is obviously harsh.
As the saying goes, unscrupulous cultivators emerge from poor places, not to mention that most of these monks are not natives of Pengyuan and have entered the Taoism. Most of them came to the Sea of Ghost Souls incognito because they did not get along well outside or offended others.
It is normal for them to lack respect for the great monks.
Being able to come to more than half of them shows that they are very knowledgeable.
At the front are a few peak Golden Elixir cultivators, three in total, one is old and two still look to be in their prime. In front of the old man’s desk is a bronze medal of ‘Alchemy Cauldron Sect, Zhongli Chimei Zhenren’.
The remaining person is "Bailian Sect, Master Sikong Xingye."
The tall young man whose gestures and gestures were surrounded by yin energy placed in front of his desk: "Ghost Crying Ridge, Killing Ghost King."
Taiyi Zhenjun raised the wine bottle and said loudly: "I, Taiyi Zhenjun, the head of Taiyi Sect, are very happy that you can accept the invitation and come to my sect's mountain gate."
"Jin Tie said, I will not take action if you want to leave, but I will very much welcome those who are willing to join."
"Those who are willing to surrender, please drink from the bottle."
All the golden elixir masters looked at each other, but most of them still raised the wine bottles in front of them.
There is no need to worry about the foundation-building monks outside, and they don't care whether they stay or go to the Taiyi Sect, but if they are willing to join the Taiyi Sect, they will gladly accept it.
"If you don't want to join, you don't want to leave either." The untimely voice resounded in the hall. Everyone was startled and looked around. They saw the tall ghost king in the front, with a lingering sinister aura.
"Zhenjun Mingjian, our Danding Sect only does business and does not want to get involved in disputes."
"The same goes for our Bailian Sect." Although Sikong Xingye looked respectful, he had no intention of surrendering at all. They did not want to leave Pengyuan, nor did they want to become a vassal of the Taiyi Sect.
Sikong Xingye continued: "Although Zhenjun has great strength, the annexation between the Xingluo Sea sects is based on the sects' sects. At this time, there is a war. The two sects and several major forces have already made regulations and cannot attack at will.
Them."
Taiyi Zhenjun's face suddenly turned cold.
He looked at the head of the Bailian Sect, then at the old man from the Alchemy Sect, and at the Ghost King from Guiweiling Ridge, and then at the dozens of Golden Alchemy Grandmasters in the hall.
I originally thought that those who didn't come were protesting, but it turned out that the ones who came were the brave ones. These three golden elixir peaks had already united together, but they didn't see that now the three of them were advancing and retreating in the same direction.
Most of the Jindan masters who had raised their wine bottles gradually put down their wine bottles. They neither spoke nor expressed their attitude anymore, as if they were preparing to watch a show neutrally. Whoever wins, they will follow.
"The True Lord Jin'ao of Jin'ao Continent and the Great True Lord of the late Nascent Soul stage have never unified the land of Jin'ao and developed industries on the land while clinging to the Undersea Ao Palace."
"Senior is only in the early stage of Nascent Soul."
"This matter has been raised in the Xingluo Clan Hall, and the seniors are not taking it seriously." Sikong Xingye said with cupped hands.
Master Zhongli of the Alchemy Sect said with a smile: "Senior's appetite is too big. Let's squeeze in and free up a hundred thousand miles of territory for your sect. It will be enough for your sect to thrive here. We are all
We should help each other for the destitute monks who have fallen into the sea of ghosts."
"That's right."
"Senior, if you have the ability, why bother making a living for those of us? We, the mud-legged people, don't dare to compete with the bulk for resources, so we came to this barren and unsuitable place. You are capable, and you are different from us."
"..."
Everyone said something to me, but they were just talking anyway, and the law does not blame everyone. They were happy to say a few more words under the protection of the three golden elixir peaks.
Sikong Xingye looked at Master Zhongli and the Ghost King of Guiwei Ridge with a smile on his face.
He is not afraid of True Lord Nascent Soul, because he has the support of the Kunyun Sect behind him. As one of the few talkers in Pengyuan Land, he naturally knows where his current strength and status come from.
He did not believe that the True Lord Nascent Soul in front of him would ignore this behemoth of the Kunyun Sect.
Old man Zhongli was twirling his own beads.
The Killing Ghost King raised his head and looked at True Lord Taiyi.
This is an extremely impolite gesture. As a master of Jindan, even at the peak level, he should not look directly at True Monarch Nascent Soul so rudely. His provocation is beyond words.
Bada.
The sound of footsteps broke the deadlock.
A red-haired Taoist wearing a black robe walked out of the back hall of the Jade Palace and sat cross-legged on the first jade table: "If you neither want to move away nor surrender, then you will die here!"
The head of Yinling Sect's eyes widened.
He had just noticed a vacant desk beside Zhenjun Taiyi and placed it side by side. He originally thought it was placed casually, but now he realized that he had thought wrong.
The terrifying coercion of the mid-Nascent Soul stage made everyone in the hall breathless.
The Killing Ghost King raised his head and looked at the man.
He had red hair at the top, a pair of magnificent scarlet eyes on his handsome face, and he sat upright with a stern look, and the majestic pressure turned into a big hand to grab him tightly.
"Who allows you to raise your head and look straight at me!"
Bang.
All of a sudden.
The murderous ghost king's head was firmly pressed on the table.
He took action from a distance without even moving his body. The Killing Ghost King was pinned down like a little chicken. Everyone was so frightened that they quickly lowered their heads.
The Killing Ghost King struggled to get up, but the invisible big hands pinched him until his orifices bled. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out the words from between his teeth: "I am a worshiper of the Tianpeng Sect. If you kill me, you will become the enemy of the Tianpeng Sect!"