Eight hundred and ninetieth chapters hidden people
Shadow Sha Dongzhi had never been able to enter the Ultimate Immortal Ranking before, because although he was powerful, he was actually over forty years old and would not be recognized by the Ultimate Immortal Ranking. But this time he was inexplicably entered the Ultimate Immortal Ranking.
What a surprise!
As for Xiaoran, who had always been unknown before, no one understood the origin of this person. It was as if he appeared out of thin air. He was even more mysterious and unpredictable, causing people to talk about him.
Now among the top twenty on the Extreme Immortal List, three true god disciples have entered, but what is strange is that Chengyan, who is supposed to be the senior brother, is not among them, which makes everyone deeply puzzled.
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In the small ruined temple outside the city, three people walked in.
"Haha! Get rich! Get rich!"
Taoist Chu Buqu was counting his spiritual stones, his eyes almost slitted with laughter.
Chu Xiachi sighed on the side. He lost all the three spiritual stones he bet on, but the nine spiritual stones his master bet on have doubled a thousand times!
"Master, if I had known I would have lent you a spiritual stone, I regret it!" Chu Xiachi patted his head sadly.
"You don't believe me! Haha! As I said before, how can you make a lot of money without a desperate determination? You are still young, so learn from my teacher."
Taoist Chu Buqu shook the spirit stones in the bag loudly. According to convention, the money won from gambling does not need to be handed over to Chu Xiaoqing for safekeeping.
"Wow, brother Mu Yu has indeed entered the top twenty, brother Mu Yu is so handsome..." Chu Xiaoqing's eyes were shining, still looking like a girl obsessed with her.
Chu Xiachi looked at the list of extreme immortals he picked up and said, "But master, that Xiaoran actually jumped out at this time and ranked sixteenth. Isn't it too much?"
Taoist Chu Buqu stroked his beard: "That's right! That little bastard Xiaoran jumped out, which means that the old guy must have allowed him to come out and cause trouble. No, we can't lose to that old bastard. Where is my beloved disciple?"
"Disciple is here!" Chu Xiachi quickly stood up with a serious look on his face.
"Get me the fifteenth place. I must be ranked higher than that brat. I will make that old bastard mad!" Chu Buqu said.
"Disciple, take the order!" Chu Xiachi said solemnly.
Then he came over again and asked in a low voice: "Master, will you still place a bet this time?"
"Go! Definitely go! This time I still have to stake all my belongings!"
Chu Buqu shook his spirit stone.
"Then can I buy a share?" Chu Xiachi asked eagerly.
"What do you want to invest in? Butt?" Chu Buqu glanced sideways at his apprentice.
Chu Xiachi's face was full of frustration. He searched all over his body but could not find a single spiritual stone. He was so poor that his jingle "couldn't even ring".
"Master, if you lend me a thousand spiritual stones, you can encourage me." Chu Xiachi said flatteringly.
"Who told you not to believe me in the first place? It's no use regretting it now!" Chu Buqu snorted.
Chu Xiachi begged: "But master, if you don't lend me your money, I won't be in the mood to fight. If I can't win, won't your spiritual stones be wasted?"
Taoist Chu Buqu slapped Chu Xiachi on the head: "You dare to threaten me as a master? Stop talking nonsense! If you let my spiritual stone go down the drain, you will be soaked in a pig cage!"
Chu Xiachi's face turned pale with fright, and he shook his head quickly: "Master, I promise to get the fifteenth place!"
Chu Xiachi looked a little crestfallen, then showed a flattering smile and came to Chu Xiaoqing's side: "Sister, give me a little sponsorship! Master is going to gamble in secret this time. I will definitely make a lot of money, okay...
"
"Brother Muyu is so handsome..."
Chu Xiaoqing didn't hear what Chu Xiachi was saying at all.
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The power of the Yumeng Demon Tribe casts an ever-increasing shadow in the hearts of cultivators. The world of cultivation has reached a point where everyone is in danger. Everyone is afraid that when they wake up, they will become the dead souls under the control of the Yumon Demon Tribe.
The only thing that can save them now is the Triple Palace!
This is the only thought and hope in the heart of every cultivator.
Triple Palace.
There are beautiful buildings and jade buildings, and palaces and palaces.
The holy light enveloped a majestic and tall figure. Standing there seemed to be the center of the world, with all the sun, moon and stars rotating around him. It was as if a single look could make the world shake and the mountains collapse and the earth split!
That is the newly promoted god who has overthrown Jian Yingchenfeng in the Triple Continent.
Bai Jie likes this feeling very much. He likes to have everything in his hands and make the whole world respect him.
But today he is very angry.
Even the anger of people in the Triple Palace seems so sacred. Everyone will think that their anger is righteous anger and their killing is righteous judgment.
He was angry because something went wrong when things were supposed to be done according to the rules he set.
"There is no news from the five divine envoys?"
Bai Jie's voice is like a god above the vast starry sky, majestic and solemn.
In front of him knelt a group of people glowing with white light, trembling and afraid to raise their heads.
"Where's the soul power?" Bai Jie continued to ask.
"Returning to the Lord, their soul power has not returned." The leader replied in fear.
"Where are the soul powers of Zhuge Xiaosheng and Taoist Yuande?" Bai Jie asked again.
"Back to the Lord, it's the same situation. The two divine envoys, Zhuge Xiaosheng and Taoist Yuande should all still be alive."
"Are they all still alive? The soul power of more than 100,000 people in Dongsha City has not returned. Are they all still alive?" Bai Jie asked sharply.
"My lord, forgive me! Because Mu Yu controls a power we don't know about, which can swallow soul power, so we can't be sure." The kneeling man buried his head very low.
The return of soul power is the criterion for judging whether a person is truly dead. The passing of a light spot on the black and white stone tablet means that when a person dies, one person's soul power should return. But I don't know when, the soul power can no longer be used accurately.
to determine whether a person is dead.
Because where Mu Yu is, the souls of dead people will never be left behind.
Bai Jie looked at his holy palace, the white light in his eyes flickering. He is the center of the entire cultivation world. The cultivation world has respected Jian Yingchenfeng as a god for more than a hundred years, but now Jian Yingchenfeng has been overthrown by him.
, he became the new god, and naturally wanted to take everything into his own hands again.
He created panic in order to launch a war, and then used the panic to establish prestige, becoming the only belief of all cultivators. All cultivators are now looking forward to him to save the world of cultivators from fire and water.
Such a seamless plan was disrupted by Jian Ying Chenfeng's apprentice.
Not only that, there are also some people who come out at night to intervene.
"Where did Liu Er Nian, who was originally ranked sixteenth, get into trouble?" Bai Jie snorted coldly.
"Back to my lord, in the second year of Liu's reign, he was killed by this young man named Xiaoran by the Qishui River. His soul power has not returned."
"Sure enough, the Third Heaven still has some old antiques hidden secretly. Now you can't hold it back any longer. Are you planning to take action?"
Bai Jie stood up and stepped on the air. Ripples appeared in the air, like a huge mountain stepping on the hearts of everyone below, making them afraid to breathe.
Bai Jie said to himself. "I originally thought that keeping those five people would allow them to lose control and lead Yu Meng to launch a war. Now it seems that it was a mistake. Jian Yingchenfeng, Jian Yingchenfeng, I didn't expect you.
I still have a hand in reserve!"
Those who were kneeling did not dare to answer. They could only obey orders and were not qualified to make any suggestions.
The long silence seemed to have passed thousands of years, but also seemed to last only a moment.
"Send someone to get rid of all the troublemakers on the Ultimate Immortal List. The nine Immortals on the Ultimate Immortal List are very important! I don't want the top nine to be out of my control."
The white world took one step forward and disappeared.
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Qishui River is a broad river that flows through Qishui City and feeds the land of Qishui City. Qishui City is just a small city, located in an extremely remote area. There are no cultivators in it. It is just a very simple city.
A city where mortals gather.
There is a cliff not far from Qishui City, called Wangfeng Cliff, which is three thousand meters high. From here, you can clearly have a panoramic view of all the scenery of Qishui City.
There is a huge watchtower stone on the top of Wangfengya. This stone is very strange. It is more than ten meters wide and high, but its contact with the ground is less than half a meter. From a distance, it seems that it may be blown down by the wind at any time.
Like a cliff.
At this time, on the watchtower stone, a young man in blue was sitting comfortably, looking at Qishui City in the distance. The cool breeze was blowing the hem of his clothes, free and elegant.
Behind him was a long sword with a scabbard inserted diagonally into the stone. A wine gourd hung on the hilt, fluttering in the wind.
"How did you find me?" the young man in blue asked calmly.
At some point another figure appeared on the lookout stone.
"He died here in the second year of his life." Chengyan said calmly.
"He shouldn't have appeared in Qishui City, otherwise I wouldn't have killed him." The young man in blue said.
The one who killed Liu Ernian was Xiaoran.
"Qishui City is a very magical city. There are very few cities in the world of cultivation where there are no cultivators." Chengyan said.
"What do you want from me?" Xiaoran asked.
"I want to see your master." Chengyan said.
Xiaoran shook his head: "My master does not want to get involved in the disputes in the world of cultivation."
"If you kill Liu Ernian, the Sanchong Palace will investigate here. It's impossible for you to survive alone." Chengyan said.
Xiaoran looked at the city in the distance: "You are right, but I must kill him because Liu Ernian has set his sights on this city."
"Anyone would be interested in a city without cultivators," Chengyan said.
Xiaoran nodded: "But there is one thing I am curious about."
"What's up?"
"How far has your cultivation reached?"
The sword light flashed over the watchtower stone and disappeared in an instant, as if nothing had ever happened.
"Do you understand now?" Chengyan asked.
The sword behind Xiaoran was still stuck diagonally on the stone, and the gourd hanging on the hilt was also gently swaying.
"As expected of Chengyan." Xiaoran nodded, then smiled, "You hide it very well, everyone underestimates you."
Xiaoran stood up: "My master asked me to wait for you here, saying that you came to the south."
The snow eagle flew across the sky and let out a soft cry.