As soon as these words came out, everyone present couldn't help but look at Mo Wangchen with envy.
With such a spiritual pet, coupled with his own god-king body, who can stop him from going to heaven or earth in the future?
"What's going on with the Monster Clan in the East Barren?" Mo Wangchen looked at the boss, Ren Qingcheng. The Ren family was quite powerful in the East Barren, with two saints and powerful men sitting in charge. Under the Monster Clan, there weren't many people in the Ren family.
Dare to provoke.
"Keep a low profile." Ren Qingcheng smiled and continued, "A total of three saints died, and now the ancestor has returned seriously injured. Their mountain gate has long been closed, and no one can get in or out. I'm afraid that guy Yao Wuliang has also succumbed to the mountain gate.
Among them, I'm afraid I won't dare to come out until Qianlong opens his mansion."
"The demon race will always be a hidden danger if it is not eliminated. They have the supreme forbidden technique. If they can awaken an ancestor at the peak of the saint, they can awaken the second one. And they seem to have been thinking of ways to resurrect the undead demon emperor!" Mo
Wangchen frowned.
After hearing this, everyone nodded, "One hundred thousand years ago, the immortal demon emperor shocked an era. No one in the world except God King Ling Changkong could suppress him. How could it be so easy to be resurrected? However,
If the demon clan really succeeds, it will be really troublesome..."
"Forget it, don't think about these things. Qianlong will open his mansion in a year. Everyone should go there by then, right?" Mo Wangchen looked at everyone again.
"Of course." Wu Lingfeng nodded, "Before, in the Meteor Immortal Forest, everyone received the inheritance of the Immortality Sutra. Over the past month or so, we have gained a lot of insights and our strength has increased to some extent. With this Ancient Emperor
According to the inheritance, I am afraid that when the time comes, Qianlongyuan will beg to invite us in."
"The ancient Emperor's Sutra is the supreme skill in the world. Now we are still in the Nirvana state. Once we reach the Saint Realm and begin to understand the laws of Tao, that's when this Emperor's Sutra will show its power." Mo Wangchen said.
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In the next few days, Wu Lingfeng and others did not leave. They stayed in the Piaomiao Palace. In addition to accompanying Mo Wangchen, everyone also gathered together to explain their experiences in cultivation and moved forward together.
During this period, other brothers who had not yet arrived also rushed over one after another. Until the sixth day, everyone came and gathered in the Piaomiao Palace.
On the tenth day, Mo Wangchen sat alone in front of the tomb of Piaomiao Shengzun. He had already reached the sixth stage of Nirvana.
Other people gathered on the top of the mountain and talked with each other about scriptures and Taoism. Suddenly, Zhuo Bufan came over and said, "Thirteen, there is a man outside, saying he is your disciple."
"disciple?"
Mo Wangchen was stunned for a moment, and then Zhang Hao's appearance appeared in his mind.
He got up and followed Zhuo Bufan to the front of the mountain gate, where Wu Lingfeng and others had already gathered.
"The third child actually accepted a disciple. I have never heard of it." Everyone looked at Zhang Hao who was blocked from the formation and couldn't help but comment.
Wu Lingfeng said, "I know about this. Zhang Hao does have some strength. He has gained some fame in Beiming in the past few years, but there is still a long way to go with the Saint Son-level combat power. But, I don't have the talent."
I’ve seen it before.”
"Where is my master?" Zhang Hao asked with a slight frown as he looked at the people outside the formation.
He did not expect that there were other people in the Piaomiao Palace.
"Lao Ba has already gone to call him, but brother, are you really Thirteen's disciple?" Cao Mingle asked doubtfully.
"Lao Ba? Thirteen?" Zhang Hao was obviously stunned, feeling a little baffled by these titles.
"Hehe, I'm afraid you don't know, but we are all sworn brothers with your master. From a certain point of view, we are all your master uncles."
"Uncle Master?" Zhang Hao was a little dumbfounded. He had never heard of this.
However, despite the isolation of the large formation, he could still feel the extraordinaryness of these people. Each of them had a strong aura, and they obviously had the combat power of the Saint Son level. He recognized Wu Lingfeng and Qin Yue. It seemed that these people were all
He is the Holy Son of all parties.
When did Mo Wangchen become sworn friends with these people?
"Why are you here?"
Soon, Mo Wangchen and Zhuo Bufan arrived. Seeing that it was Zhang Hao outside the formation, he opened a gap in the formation to let him in.
On the top of the mountain, everyone gathered together. Zhuo Bufan and others looked Zhang Hao up and down, "Thirteen, you can do this as a disciple. You have already reached the level of nirvana."
"Haha, I haven't seen him for a while. When we first broke up, we were still at the peak of the second realm of creation, maybe two or three months ago." Mo Wangchen said with a smile.
"In two or three months, will the second realm of creation reach nirvana?" Everyone was stunned. "This speed of improvement is quite impressive, but it is not much weaker than us."
"I feel an aura of several breaths in you. Are you also a sword cultivator?" Nangong Haoran, the sixth old man, is the holy son of the Nangong family in Donghuang. He is named after his sword skills. Among Tiannan's peers, except for
Apart from Mo Wangchen, no one can compare with Nangong Haoran in the way of swordsmanship.
"How about it? You also practice swordsmanship. Do you want to have a sword show with him?" Mo Wangchen looked at Nangong Haoran.
"Well……"
As soon as this statement came out, not only Nangong Haoran himself, but also everyone else was stunned. The gap in strength between the two people was so big that they were not on the same level at all.
"Forget it, I'll let my uncle teach me your swordsmanship." Nangong Haoran said with a haha.
The others withdrew a little distance. Zhang Hao and Nangong Haoran stood opposite each other. Nangong Haoran held a sword in one hand and said with a smile, "Let's use your strongest sword and see."
Zhang Hao nodded, and immediately the space in front of him fluctuated, and the Wandering Dragon Sword was held in his hand.
Buzz!
After Jian Fang took possession of it, Zhang Hao's temperament changed and became a little ethereal, showing the fierce temperament of a swordsman. The air flowing around him also became inexplicably cold at this moment.
"Shisan is a good disciple. When you see him holding the sword, his whole temperament changes."
Not far away, people were talking.
"It's interesting..."
Seeing the changes that had happened to Zhang Hao, Nangong Haoran's eyes also showed fire. He suppressed his cultivation to the point of nirvana and competed fairly with Zhang Hao.
laugh!
On the top of the mountain, a breeze blew, blowing up everyone's clothes. At a certain moment, when the sword pressure in the air reached a certain level of depression, Zhang Hao's eyes could be seen, and an unparalleled brilliance flashed. The next moment
, he slashed out with his sword in the air.
The long sword drew a half-moon light in the void, just like a random sword, not very eye-catching.
But the next moment, wind and clouds surged in the sky, and it seemed as if someone had cut it in half with a sword. A huge mouth emerged, and a steady stream of power poured down from it and merged into Zhang Hao's sword.
The terrifying sword light fell from the sky, as if it had shattered the entire space, and struck down towards Nangong Haoran.
"Sword Intent?!"
Nangong Haoran's eyes narrowed slightly. He felt that Zhang Hao's sword actually contained sword intention. This kind of thing is what all swordsmen dream of. It is so illusory that even he himself cannot understand it.
PS: Third update, there are two more updates today.