What is different from ordinary immortal cities is that this city is very majestic.
When the bells and drums are ringing.
Thousands of sails rise and thousands of boats fall.
On the deck of the spirit boat in the distance, a monk in black robes looked out.
The monk was tall, about seven feet tall, with black hair, black eyes, and sharp edges. Only his skin had a touch of bluish-white color. He looked extremely strong but did not seem to have a healthy complexion.
However, the bluish white complexion and palms are not really pathological.
Because the aura emanating from this person is obscure and powerful, and he looks like a monk with advanced cultivation, he should not judge whether he is healthy or unhealthy.
He waved his sleeves and revealed a pair of scarlet eyes.
The devil took off his sleeves and looked at the fluttering iron flag erected by the spirit boat.
The flagpole is made of lapis lazuli, and the flag is also made of pale golden silk. Only the three large characters on the top are dark gold and flow with the fluttering of the flag.
Logically speaking, it was obviously not a strange banner, but the devil looked surprised. He then turned to look at the black-robed and black-haired Taoist: "Sir, aren't we going to the Alchemy Alliance?"
The Taoist with black eyes and black hair said calmly: "The Alchemy Alliance is unreliable."
The Dan Alliance and the Equipment Alliance of Xingluo Sea merged.
After the emergence of the Kunpeng Sect, the pressure faced by the sects in Xingluo Sea became even greater. In order to resist the squeeze of the larger sects, many small sects merged with each other.
Those who were already interested in each other chose deeper cooperation, like the Dan Alliance and the Qi Alliance.
If it weren't for the fact that the Yuandao Alliance had Donghuang's backers, I might have done the same thing.
…
"Did you hear that?"
"What?"
"It's about the ancestor of Taiyi Sect. It is said that the ancestor of Taiyi Sect betrayed the sect."
"This is true."
"Of course it's true."
"In the final analysis, it is still a struggle for interests. There is nothing strange about this. The ancestors of the sect are also human beings. Wherever humans are, there will be fights."
"The Kunpeng Sect is not like this. It is said that the Kunpeng Sect split into two sects. It was the death of Venerable Fuyao that allowed Venerable Chuiyun to unify. Now the Kunpeng Sect is not as prosperous as before."
On the deck of the spirit boat, monks gathered in twos and threes chatting.
Rather than being concerned about his own livelihood, he was more concerned about the situation of the masses and the battles between the superior ancestors. Each one was described resoundingly, as if he had witnessed it with his own eyes.
"To say that the Taiyi Sect should also suffer this calamity, they say that people can share adversity but not wealth."
"Back then, the Taiyi Sect swept through the armies of the Hehuan Sect and the Beast Control Sect. It was so domineering. At this moment of stability, the same drama of brothers fighting among themselves for power and gain was also staged."
"What a shame."
"Hey, what do you mean? If the Yuandao Alliance hadn't cut off the resource transportation of the Hehuan Sect and the Beast Control Sect, and the Jin'ao Palace assisted in city defense, would the Taiyi Sect alone be able to defeat it?"
"..."
"Hey, why do you think Yuandao League has to help Taiyi Sect?"
Seeing that even a few monks not far away pricked up their ears, the monk dressed as a Confucian scholar in blue shirt coughed twice and said with bright eyes: "This has a lot of history. It is said that back then
The ancestor of Taiyi Sect personally visited the Yuandao League and had a long talk with the daughter of the leader of the Yuandao League..."
"And the enchantress from the Hehuan Sect tipped off the news, so..."
"Oh."
"drink."
"It turns out there is still this level. Fellow Taoist, please continue talking."
"Hey, the rest of the story is in the book. If you want to know what happened next, you might as well buy a copy. It's not expensive, it's just a middle-grade spiritual stone."
"Profiteer."
"..."
"Give me a copy."
"Give me one too."
"..."
…
Tushanjun also held a two-finger-thick book in his hand.
After flipping through the content, most of what was written was about local scenery, and his chapter was obviously added recently.
There are some veteran monks among them.
Where did the Confucian scholar find the history? This is too wild.
I originally wanted to hear what these monks had to say, but over and over again, they would eventually turn to private matters. Maybe this is a common problem among people, they don't care about the truth and only like gossip and legends.
As for the so-called explicit content, Tushanjun couldn't make any waves, so he rolled up the book without interest.
The devil chuckled: "Master"
Seeing Tu Shanjun's incestuous gaze, the devil shut up.
The old devil will indeed not care about these monks, but the old devil will care about them.
"Senior, are you not satisfied?" The foundation-building monk selling books came forward.
Seeing that everyone else was either admiring or blushing, only this senior in black Taoist robes showed little interest. Mo Ji, who was famous for his scenery and was very proud of himself, immediately braved the step forward.
At first, he didn't dare. After all, this senior seemed to be very powerful, but after this person bought a book, he became bolder.
Since we are of the same mind, we always have common topics.
"Senior is not satisfied that I still have a revised version."
Tu Shanjun glanced at the many different volumes in the hands of the foundation-building monk and said, "It's not true."
"ah?"
Mo Ji immediately ignored the following offense and asked loudly: "Senior said, is it untrue?"
"Of course it's not true."
Hearing a very different voice behind him, Moji turned his head sharply.
I saw the monk who was standing in the distance and forced the spirit boat to stop.
The man had a smile on his face, wore a green spiritual robe, and held a golden steel fork.
With a gentle wave, the tip of the steel fork immediately attached itself to a large area of light, and finally formed a golden blade that looked extremely cracked. He said loudly: "Why are fellow Taoists leaving in such a hurry?"
Tu Shanjun's expression was as usual, and he stared at Venerable Chuiyun who stopped him: "It seems that you have an informant within the sect. It took so long to take action. Hasn't fellow Taoist refined the Kunpeng inheritance yet?"
Venerable Chuiyun laughed loudly and said, "Of course."
He turned to look at the foundation-building cultivator and said with some surprise: "Don't you know who he is?"
Moji was completely stunned.
He only felt that his brain and body were all stiff, and even the Yinshen could not move. He suppressed the fear and squeezed out the voice from his throat: "No... I don't know."
"Weren't you telling his story just now? Why don't you recognize him now?"
Hearing this, Moji fell to the ground with a thud.
The monks who gathered on the deck quickly threw aside the books in their hands. Those who were slow to react could only hold the books in their hands, either throwing them away or not, and buried their heads in fear.
In an instant, cold sweat wetted his clothes.
Unexpectedly, the real owner they were talking about was right next to them.
He also listened to a story with them and even bought a book with Lingshi.
However, this is still not the scariest thing.
The most terrifying thing is that their life and death depend on this person's thoughts. Once Gao Xiu starts to argue with them, not to mention those who read the book, even those who listen to Mo Ji's words will have to twist off their heads and use them as chamber pots.
"Alas!"
"Bitter!"
"Damn Moji, you've done so much to me."
"..."
The devil said in a panic: "Sir, what should we do now?"
"wait."
"wait?"
"What are you waiting for?"
The devil almost blurted out "Waiting to die". Seeing Tushanjun being so calm, it couldn't help but calm down in panic. Although the old devil was cruel and inhumane, at least the old devil would not tell lies to deceive it.
"Waiting for someone."
Tu Shanjun looked into the distance.
"If you didn't step out of the formation, I might not be able to be so relaxed."
Venerable Chuiyun sent a message and said: "Spiritual birds choose trees to roost in, and good ministers choose their masters to serve."
"My cultivation level as Chuiyun is enough to control the stars. If you and I cooperate, we can find a common path. Why should I succumb to a monk with insufficient cultivation level and humiliate myself in vain?"
"Just go ahead and capture me, fellow Taoist. I know you have someone to rely on, otherwise I wouldn't have left the sect's formation."
"But no matter who is in Xingluohai today, they are no match for me." Venerable Chuiyun spoke calmly, showing his confidence in his own strength.
…
"coming."
A monk wearing a white robe walked through the air and appeared on the other side of the spirit boat.
He was a stern man, carrying an ancient sword on his back, and his cloak floated gently as he walked. His eyes were condensed, like the sword light of the cold moon splitting the darkness, letting this white light turn into a glow.
The devil's throat rolled and he swallowed a mouthful of spit. He didn't expect that this person would come to save them.
No, maybe this person was not here to save them, but to let them go in a sanctimonious manner, and then intervened to intercept them, so that he could take over the Taoist soldiers with weapon spirits in an open and honest manner.
He quietly looked at the old devil's expression.
The old devil seemed to have predicted this.
"Master, this..."
"Are you surprised?"
Tu Shanjun said calmly: "Only four people know about my departure, Wu Rong, Qiu Wandao, Yu Long and Venerable Taihua."
"However, soon after I left the sect, the news spread to everyone in the world. Even the monks who were on the boat with us said it clearly. Could it be natural fermentation?"
The devil vowed: "There is a pusher!"
"Yes, there are pushers."
"With such an obvious conspiracy, who else could it be besides him?"
The devil curled his lips and said, "It seems that Chuiyun is not that good either. He didn't even see such a simple plan."
"Whether you see it or not doesn't affect Chuiyun's action."
The devil was stunned for a moment, then said as if he had come to his senses: "Later stage of divine transformation?"
"If you have the strength, you can defeat it with one force."
Tu Shanjun patted the devil's head, and then sighed.
A devil is a devil. Although he is a devil, he is not very smart. Otherwise, he would not be tricked by Wu Rong, let alone unable to figure out these things. A devil is not necessarily smart, but a devil who can live to be world-famous must be smart.
of.
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"Are you Taiyi's support?"
Venerable Chuiyun looked at the stern monk carrying the ancient sword.
Venerable Taihua looked at Chuiyun calmly and said nothing.
Only the ancient sword behind him screamed.
Chuiyun, who stretched his Dharma eyes, saw the aura of Venerable Taihua, and said with a serious expression: "Fellow Taoist is actually in the late stage of divine transformation. When you and I start to move, it's not just a matter of clicking and stopping."
Venerable Taihua said: "Let him leave. You can keep it a secret for thousands of years. We don't have to do anything."
"Ah."
"Fellow Taoist is really whimsical."
"Do you know what that is? It's a treasure with a weapon spirit. Don't say that this opportunity is blocked by fellow Taoists. Even if it is a saint who refines the void, I am not afraid at all."
Venerable Chuiyun sneered, opened his mouth and spit out a small cauldron.
Yingfeng turned into a cauldron and fell at his feet, lifting him up.
He had already refined the Kunpeng inheritance and had advanced to the late stage of becoming a god. This wild cultivator who appeared out of nowhere just said a few words to him to give in. Wasn't he joking?
After seeing Taiyi use the thunder talisman, Chuiyun knew that Taiyi must have an extraordinary origin, but this was not the reason for him to back down.
