The five shadow elders have been human for five generations.
After more than seven thousand years of experience, I am used to seeing the sun rise and set, and the seas and fields change, and I think I have no regard for the common things in the world.
But after hearing what Yin Jianye said, he couldn't help but turn around and stare at Yin Jianye, his heart swaying and his eyes blazing.
"Does Yongtai City really have such a strange thing?"
"That's right." Yin Jianye said firmly, "Its name is Zhangju. It has a tall and straight figure. Not only does it look very strange, but its habits are also different from ordinary plants and trees."
"Its flower disc rotates with the sun, transferring light and shadow. It can produce hundreds of kilograms of jade seed spiritual stones in one season. Although the quality is not high, it is better than the large quantity."
Elder Wuying's eyes tightened.
Not only has Cang Xi's world been in the world for thousands of years, but there have been no plants or trees in the universe that can produce spirit stones. Spirit stones have always been produced only in the veins of Feng Shui treasure land.
But now, Yongtai City, led by Chen Tian, breaks the iron law and can actually produce its own spiritual stones.
For the Feng Shui pattern in the world, no matter how good the quality of the spiritual stone is, it must be an unprecedented precedent.
If spiritual stones could be produced continuously like ordinary food, Elder Wuying could not imagine what Cang Xi would become.
Couldn’t it be that everyone can practice cultivation and embark on the journey to enlightenment and immortality?
Elder Wuying was stunned, and he realized more and more deeply that the conflict between the family Wangmen and Yongtai City that Yin Jianye just mentioned was indeed irreconcilable.
If everyone at the bottom can practice and master the art of breathing and breathing, can the aristocratic Wangmen represented by the Yin family still suppress the people at the bottom and form absolute rule?
No need to think too carefully, the Five Shadow Elders also knew that the world would be plunged into turmoil, and countless people would rise up.
A thought flashed through Elder Wuying. He felt that Yongtai City must be destroyed, and he also realized the miraculous effect of Zhangju.
Yin Jianye was right, this was indeed what he dreamed of. The Yin family's ancestral tomb was smashed into ruins by Chen Tian, and the Resurrection Formation that the Elder Pavilion relied on for its survival was also destroyed.
If there is Zhangju who can produce unlimited spiritual stones, the cost of building another Blessed Land Cave will be greatly reduced. There is no need for Elder Wuying to use the Yin family's reputation to extort heavenly materials and treasures from Cangxi. If this Blessed Cave is
If it is well managed, it can be compared to the Yin family's ancestral tomb, and it will not be a problem to survive for tens of millions of years. Many ancestors and elders of Jieshi Elder Pavilion can also practice to their heart's content until they break through the realm of returning to the true state and step into the door of immortality.
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"Okay, of the seven large spiritual vessels controlled by the Yin family, on behalf of the Elder Pavilion, I can mobilize six for you." Elder Wuying nodded solemnly and said as if, "We can't destroy Yongtai City. The situation is imminent now, so we must be cautious.
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"The elder is far-sighted and what he said is absolutely correct." Yin Jianye bowed and flattered.
He knew that Elder Wuying had been impressed by Zhang Ju and wanted to get it no matter what. Now, no matter what request he made, the Elder Pavilion would agree to it.
But considering the situation in southern Xinjiang, Yin Jianye still advised: "The large spiritual weapon ship can make it difficult for the Zhenhai clan to land. In my opinion, it is better to keep two ships, so as not to worry about one and lose the other." "No need." Elder Wuying waved his hand, obviously because of his father-in-law.
Ju's matter is now very concerned about Chentian's Yongtai City, "Yin Luwei is the head of the Yin clan, so he should take on a big responsibility. The Elder Pavilion will transfer him to southern Xinjiang to replace the spiritual weapon ship and suppress the
The Sea-Shou Clan.”
"You don't have to worry too much about these things. Just focus on cleaning up the mess in Cangxi Northern Territory. The Elder Pavilion will support you in everything."
Elder Wuying expressed his attitude again, feeling that it was not enough to appease Yin Jianye, so he pondered for a while and added:
"My sister's condition is very optimistic. There are faint signs of breaking through to the True Realm. She must be the pride of the Cangxi Yin family and even a legend in the world."
"When you kill Chen Tian, subdue the Hai Clan, and integrate the world of Cangxi, your sister will be able to come out of seclusion and have a celebratory drink with you."
However, Yin Jianye was not excited, nor was he fascinated. Instead, he said in a low voice, "Miaotong is extremely talented. I firmly believe that she can become the first girl to break through to the True Realm in the past ten thousand years."
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"But I haven't seen her since I've seen her. I wonder how her body is now. Is her food and clothing as simple as before?"
"The elder enjoys the most precious treasure in the world and has an extraordinary foundation. How can there be any reason for the reception to be incomplete?" Elder Wuying spoke vaguely and slowly said, "I understand your feelings as the eldest brother, but there is no need to care about these details. My sister is fine.
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Having said that, Yin Jianye didn't want to ask any more questions and respectfully sent Elder Wuying out of the courtyard.
Looking at the figure leaving from a distance, a glint flashed in his eyes, which made people's hair stand on end.
An autumn rain and a cold.
The summer cicadas that used to chirp all day long have now fallen off the forest leaves intermittently, attracting ants to crawl all over the wilderness.
But due to the terrifying coercion, even the flies did not dare to flutter their wings despite the fishy smell of the minced meat residue not far away.
As the armor was unloaded and hit the ground with a loud noise, Fan Changxiang clasped his fists and reported to Chen Tian: "I will report to the gods that I will finally defeat the enemy and return with a great victory."
"Zhou Youfu is dead?"
"Exactly." Fan Changxiang handed over the document and explained, "He practiced forbidden martial arts and manipulated the souls of the dead. In the end, he was bitten by demons and monsters and died."
Fan Changxiang did not lie, nor did he directly kill Zhou Youfu for personal reasons, because after he showed off the Panlong Sect's famous skill, the snowy field dog soldiers could not bear the fear engraved in their bones and fled back to the paper fan.
Zhou Youfu was caught off guard and was immediately killed by the backlash. Blood flowed from all his orifices. Even if Fan Changxiang wanted to save him, it was too late.
"Forbidden martial art?" Chen Tian took the document and glanced at its contents. Sure enough, he found that Zhou Youfu's remaining three hundred personal guards had all been wiped out.
All these were within his expectation, but the paper fan stained with blood was far beyond his understanding.
He pointed to the wooden chair and motioned for Fan Changxiang to sit down, and asked again: "Are you sure you read that correctly? The heroic spirits of the Panlong Sect and the souls of the Snow Plains Inurong are both embodied from small objects?"
"It's absolutely true. A thousand soldiers from Yongzi camp can all testify for the final general."
Chen Tian nodded slightly, turned over the paper fan and saw an ink painting, which depicts a fight in the Yanshan ancient battlefield.
It has to be said that the painting is very detailed. When I first saw it, I felt the tense atmosphere of the battle between humans and monsters, with giant drums beating and war flags hunting.
"Another young man who fell into evil ways." Chen Tian didn't pay much attention to Zhou Youfu's death in battle. Instead, he felt that it was a pity that Wu Tu fled from Zishui and prevented the pursuers from ambush.
But then again.
Chen Tian decided to spare his life originally so that he could publicize the power of the Guigen Terracotta Warriors to the outside world, so it would be a good idea to escape.
"Godly Lord."
"Speak directly if you have something to say."
"The heroic spirit of the disciples of the Panlong Sect——" Fan Changxiang spoke repeatedly and said slowly, "Can the Lord God find a way to let him rest in peace?"
It stands to reason that after death, the soul should integrate into the universe and enter the next reincarnation.
But there are always exceptions in reality. Some capable people with perseverance during their lifetime often linger in their souls after death, lingering at the place of death for a long time.
The Panlong Sect has guarded Yanshan Mountain for thousands of years. During this period, countless wars broke out with the Snowfield Demon Clan. Over time, countless heroic spirits remained.
In fact, this part of the spirit that condenses and never disperses has a general name, and its name is Guixiong.
Broken down, those who advocate fighting and do not do evil are called heroic spirits, while those who do not do evil are called fierce ghosts. They are one body and two sides, attacking each other.
If Zhou Youfu hadn't practiced the forbidden martial art, the heroic spirit would have had a fierce and fierce battle when meeting the evil ghost, just like in life.
This is why Zhou Youfu did not dare to embody the Coiling Dragon Heroic Spirit and the Dog Rong Ligui at the same time. Otherwise, if the two sides fought together first, he would have been killed by the backlash.
As for Fan Changxiang's proposal to rest the heroic spirits, Chen Tian also understood that these Panlong Sect disciples fought to protect the human race during their lifetimes and should rest in peace after death and should not be disturbed by the world anymore.
What's more, these heroic spirits were still used by Zhou Youfu to attack the human race? This undoubtedly made Fan Changxiang, the young master of the Panlong Sect, feel chilled. The years of suffering in the cold were not worth it.