The Killing Ghost King remembered what his ancestor had told him that day.
He was the one who supported and controlled Pengyuan from the Tianpeng Sect, so he did not dare to ignore his ancestor's instructions. With the support of the behemoth Tianpeng Sect, he felt at ease to join forces with the three families.
Compared to the many Jindan masters in Pengyuan who were still at a loss, the information he received was more accurate and he already knew the strength of Taiyi Sect.
Understand who the vacant spot is reserved for.
Ancestor said that man was cold and cold. When I saw him today, I realized that my ancestor's previous evaluation was biased.
The red-haired True Lord at the top of the black robe in front of me is not a cold person. There is nothing indifferent or cold in his eyes, only a long-lasting calm. Yes, it is a kind of calm, different from ordinary people's calm.
Because of this, the Killing Ghost King unconsciously developed fear.
He shouted out his identity that he was proud of and never had to explain to anyone before.
"I am worshiped by the Tianpeng Sect, and I am stationed in Pengyuan. You can't kill me, you can't...!" A nearly roaring voice broke out of the Killing Ghost King's mouth. He urgently needed a background that could save his life, so he shouted out.
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Tu Shanjun, who was sitting cross-legged behind the table, looked sideways slightly.
When the palm fell, the Killing Ghost King's head exploded like a squeezed watermelon. Pearls and jade were scattered everywhere, red and white were turbid. The headless body struggled to get up and fell heavily on the table.
"Ah!" The Yin God of the Killing Ghost King flew out of the broken body.
Screaming.
Don't dare to rush out the door without any hesitation.
The flight speed of the Yin Shen at the peak of the Golden Core even surpassed that of ordinary Yuanying monks. Seeing the light coming from the door, the Killing Ghost King was overjoyed.
When half of his body was about to squeeze out, a black ghost hand suddenly appeared.
Cover your face with your palms.
The Killing Ghost King opened his eyes wide in horror, watching as the ghost hand with purple-black oval nails tightly grasped his Yin God. Through the gap between the fingers in front of him, the red-haired figure at the top of his head was particularly clear.
Condescending.
The magnificent scarlet eyes exude a dull red light.
Tu Shanjun said softly: "Tianpeng Sect can't protect you. It will be the same if they come in person."
call!
Virtually press the right front to pull out a Xuhun flag about 10 feet long.
The flag fluttered, and countless terrifying ghost hands stretched out from the flag, hanging on the body of the killer ghost king in front of him. As the ghost hands covered the body of the killer ghost king, the killer ghost king shouted loudly: "I am willing to surrender, I
willing……"
Tu Shanjun said calmly: "Fellow Taoist, please enter the banner."
Taiyi Zhenjun, who was sitting in the high seat, looked as usual, squinting his eyes and drinking down the wine bottle he just raised with a smile, and then looked at the people sitting in the hall.
All the golden elixir masters had different expressions.
Frightened.
panic.
Trembling.
As silent as a cicada.
The silence of the Jade Palace Hall is audible.
The terrifying aura of the Zunhun Banner has not fully bloomed, but it is even more frightening. It is like thousands of evil ghosts trapped in a cage. As long as the person gives the order, they will rush out and devour them all.
Clean.
Lingbao!
The naked magical treasure.
But compared to the Demonic Spiritual Treasure, what frightened them more was the red-haired and black-robed True Lord Nascent Soul in front of them.
Ouyang Yu swallowed hard, and the hand holding the wine bottle shook slightly. Even his mouth, which was originally open, was not clear whether it was closed or not, and he did not dare to reach out to touch it, so he had to sit cross-legged stiffly.
In situ.
The old man of the Alchemy Sect hurriedly lowered his head, fearing that the red-haired True Lord, who was full of rage, would notice him.
Sikong Xingye still looked like he was standing up.
Neither standing nor sitting.
He also didn't expect that the ancestors of Taiyi Sect were so difficult to talk to. Logically speaking, they were outsiders who wanted to seek settlement from Yishanmen. They shouldn't have killed the Killing Ghost King enshrined by Tianpeng Sect so forcefully.
However, this true king took action to kill him.
He doesn’t care about Tianpeng Sect’s face.
Sikong Xingye, who originally wanted to use two attacks to put pressure, suddenly stopped and remained silent.
True Lord Jin Ao is unable to control the entire Jin Ao Land. Of course he has his own ideas, but it is also because of the pressure from the two top sects. Otherwise, with True Lord Jin Ao's strength, taking Jin Ao Land would be like taking something from a bag.
Tianpeng Sect is still not satisfied with sitting on the Seven Seas, and also wants to bring the Ghost Sea into its rule.
The same is true for Kunyun Sect.
A vast territory means huge resources and a steady stream of disciples and disciples.
Maybe both sects have the idea of unifying the entire Xingluo Sea, so while actively expanding their territories, they are also extremely suppressing the rising forces around them.
‘Why do you have to be a chess piece and cannon fodder in the hands of others?’ Sikong Xingye muttered in his heart.
Originally, by taking advantage of the general trend, they could use the power of the two sects to make the Taiyi Sect leader give in. But now they have no such opportunity, and they cannot force their way to death.
The man in front of me really dared to kill someone.
It's not enough to kill people, but to extract their souls, refine them and put them into spiritual treasures.
In the hands of True Lord Nascent Soul, I am afraid that I will never be reincarnated in the future.
All the interests promised by the Kunyun Sect were completely forgotten by Sikong Xingye. The top priority was to survive from the hands of True Lord Nascent Soul.
Tu Shanjun pinched his fingers to perform the art of emotional refraction and said loudly: "From now on, Peng Yuan will be renamed Qianyuan, and I, the Taiyi Sect, will control the land of Qianyuan. Those who are not willing to join will leave on their own. Those who are neither willing to join nor leave."
, regarded as an enemy of our sect."
"Those who are enemies will be killed without mercy!"
Tu Shanjun put away the soul flag and walked slowly to the main seat, sat cross-legged behind the table, raised his head and drank from the wine bottle. The refreshing spiritual energy burst and he felt refreshed. The rude and unpleasant feeling just now disappeared.
It’s also strange that the murderous ghost king died unjustly, because he had never heard of Tushanjun’s name in the Xiaohuang Territory.
He is famous for his boldness and dirty hands, but whether he is a junior or an old man, he has no airs about bullying others and losing face.
If you speak well, you won't take people's lives at will.
However, the provocation was too strong, and Tu Shanjun wanted to fulfill him.
Of course, it is not unavoidable to kill chickens and scare monkeys, which is one of the means to achieve the goal.
Seeing that the atmosphere was about to change, Taiyi Zhenjun laughed twice and said, "Haha, I haven't introduced you to fellow Taoists yet."
"My sect's supreme elder, Taishi Zunhun Zhenjun."
"You are all rare and outstanding people, and we will continue to get closer to you in the future."
As he spoke, Taiyi Zhenjun raised the puppet maid next to him and filled the wine bottles early: "We senior brothers have been wandering for a long time and have found a small place to settle down. We are very grateful and do not want to be enemies with you."
"If you have a way out, just look for it. If you are willing to stay and create a career with me, I will naturally welcome you." Taiyi Zhenjun said loudly.
After experiencing the solemn killing just now, they now saw that the sect leader in a white robe and a jade crown was extremely kind and kind. They all breathed a sigh of relief and felt lucky that there were sensible seniors, otherwise they would live in that person's shadow.
It's really scary.
For a moment, he forgot about the intimidation and aggressiveness just now, and the grasshoppers also started to agree.
It became more relaxed and lively.
One of the monks in the late Jindan stage raised his hands and said: "Senior's words are serious, I am at Luo Wenyuan in Qishan City."
"I would like to ask what the regulations are if you intend to stay?"
"We can't all merge into the sect. Such a complex and huge area is also detrimental to the development of the sect. Moreover, the land of Qianyuan is vast and sparsely populated, and there are many evil and wild beasts occupying it. If we all move to the vicinity of the sect, we will also
Give up the original business."
Taiyi Zhenjun nodded with satisfaction: "Zhenzhen Luo is right. Our sect will not merge everyone into the sect. All Jindan Grandmasters will be enshrined in positions, open the sect's Scripture Pavilion, and will not interfere with the operations of the territory.
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"Except for salary, worship, and deacons, they make their own money and spend it themselves. The sect will not provide special assistance at non-critical moments, but at critical moments such as foundation building, golden elixir and other major realm breakthroughs."
"The sect will not interfere with or take profits from the industries and mines within the territory."
As soon as he finished speaking, all the golden elixir masters in the hall looked at the Supreme Lord Taiyi in surprise.
This means that not only do they not need to pay protection fees, but the sect will also pay them salaries and help them at critical moments.
This is simply a piece of pie in the sky.
The monk with a slender face hurriedly knelt on the ground and said: "Old ancestor, you can't do it. We have never made any meritorious deeds, so how can we be ashamed to receive the sect's salary? I, the monk of Guohu Mountain, am willing to pay 30% like other affiliated sects of Xingluo.
Tax profits, in order to ensure the development of the sect, can be regarded as a little bit of my heart."
The Jindan masters who were still surprised at first turned to look at each other. Although they were not glaring at each other, they were not much better.
Guo Zhuang quickly lowered his head, as if he could hear the angry curses of his fellow Taoists.
"Well, you lame Guo, you have to pat the horse to clean up. How many spiritual stones does your Guohu Mountain collect in a year? How many spiritual stones do we collect? What's the difference between your 30% tax profit and a mosquito's legs, but we have to cut off the flesh?"
"..."
"Haha, you don't have to say it like that."
Taiyi Zhenjun laughed loudly and waved his hands: "The sect does not want to compete with everyone for profit. I also know everyone's difficulties, so I am exempted from taxes, but there is a condition."
"I'm all ears."
"From now on, children of appropriate age in the Qianyuan land and casual cultivators who want to join Taoism must be selected by the sect first. The sect is not greedy and will only take 20%, and the rest will be divided among each family."
"Children of this age include not only sect disciples and family disciples, but also demons, ghosts, wild beasts..."
Ouyang Yu exclaimed: "What a good guy, the sect is actually full of education and no distinction."
Master Sikong and Master Zhongli glanced at each other, and both saw horror in each other's eyes. They didn't want to pay taxes and were waiting here. This was a desperate plan.
Maybe you won't see anything for a while, but if it develops for a long time, there will be no other sects and families in the future. Even if there are still, they will become very weak and can only rely on Taiyi Sect to make a living.
If there are no new monks to join, the outstanding children of their own sects have to be sent out. Over time, will those children who come to the sect be willing to return to their former hometown?
Even if there are people who are willing to go back, they will only be a small number.
Not to mention that children with more talents will become the ancestor's disciples and will only protect the sect even more in the future.
Qianyuan Taiyi Sect is very big.
In fact, only the two ancestors are powerful, and the remaining disciples are just cats and dogs, so they are nothing to be afraid of, so they look very small.
Taiyi Zhenjun is a smart man. A moment of arrogance can only bring together a mob, which can also cause internal forces to become complicated and unclear.
In the future, although their descendants are disciples of Taiyi Sect, they will still put their family first, because home is here.
Therefore, he stopped annexing any small sects and used this strategy instead.
People who are far away from the family will not consider everything for the family. Besides their own path, the most important thing they think about is the clan.
Tu Shanjun looked at the wine bottle in front of him, and the amber spiritual liquid reflected his face.
Listening to Taiyi Zhenjun's story, he suddenly remembered an old friend.