In the distant universe, there is a cultivating planet called Feixian Star. There is an immortal gate on the star named after the star, called Feixian Sect.
Within the Feixian Sect, the monks, big and small, are like crucian carp crossing the river, and they can be said to be at their peak.
There are eight super-large Immortal Sects like the Feixian Sect in this star field. Each Immortal Sect occupies a galaxy. The combined forces of the nine galaxies rule this star field.
The Immortal Sect responsible for Tian Cang Star, the pregnant spirit star, is the Feixian Sect.
On this day, after the Immortal Ascension Conference ended, the Desolate Realm monk Wu Zhishi, who was in charge of the thousand-person team from the Feixian Sect, discovered that the Heavenly Cang Star had undergone unusual changes.
Shocked, he immediately reported the matter to his immediate superior, Lu Suiran.
Lu Suiran is a Hong-level monk. As one of the many stewards in the Feixian Sect, he was mainly assigned to be responsible for the affairs of the Heavenly Cang Star, a pregnant spirit star.
Among these immortal sects, the powerful ones at the cosmic level basically don't care about anything, and the ones in charge are monks at the Hong level and below.
A cosmic-level powerhouse has a transcendent status. Even if he does nothing, he still has the power of life and death.
Among these many managers, Lu Suiran's strength can only be regarded as mid-level. Once something happens to something he is responsible for, even if it is not caused by his fault, he is still responsible. Therefore, after hearing that his subordinates
After the scholar came to report, he was also surprised.
But he was a Hong-level monk after all. Lu Suiran was secretly shocked, but quickly calmed down.
After thinking for a while, he said: "Don't panic. The Heavenly Cang Star is the pregnancy star of our Feixian Sect. We have not sent monks there for nearly ten thousand years."
Wu Zhishi nodded and calmed down.
"Now, we need to think about countermeasures and take all situations into consideration. Then I will ask the sect master for instructions and let the sect master decide this matter." Lu Suiran said slowly, holding up the tea.
Wu Zhishi nodded and said: "I have never encountered such a thing before. The possibility of such a thing happening, I think there are the following points..."
"One, a genius demon cultivator appeared over there, and with the blessing of heaven there, he discovered some clues and guessed the fact of the pregnant spirit star, so he destroyed those teleportation circles."
"Second, there are monks from other star regions who accidentally wandered into the spirit-pregnant land. They knew the wonders of the spirit-pregnant land and wanted to take it as their own."
"Third, those sects in Tiancanxing had back-ups. We did find that many people had back-ups. Although we searched carefully, it was inevitable that some fish would slip through the net."
"Four, among the savages we exiled in that spirit-pregnant land, super geniuses have appeared."
"Fifth, the ancient evil gods who were once sealed on the Tiancan star have resurrected. They want to use the spirit-pregnant land as their place of faith..."
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Lu Suiran nodded and said: "There is still an ancient teleportation formation over there, which means that the place where the ancient teleportation formation exists must be extremely dangerous for ordinary monks, otherwise the other party would not be able to deliberately leave an ancient teleportation formation without destroying it. This
It is a provocation to us, and no one who knows that it is a land of pregnancy would have such a bold idea."
Wu Zhishi heard this, nodded, and finally said: "What should we do now? Please give me your instructions."
Lu Suiran put down his teacup and said, "I'll go report to the sect master first! I guess I'll have to go with you by then."
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I never expected that the arrival of the alien monk would be so sudden.
On this day, Yun Buliu was refining the formation base in preparation for building the second city. As a result, his heart palpitated and he felt a majestic force sweeping past, making his heart palpitate and his scalp numb.
Although he had never encountered a Hong-level monk before, and did not know how strong a Hong-level monk was, he felt that this spiritual power was absolutely superb in the wilderness.
Just when he was dumbfounded and at a loss for words, this power disappeared again.
When he came to his senses, his heartbeat couldn't help but skip two beats. He hadn't felt this feeling for a long time. He had only experienced it when he first came to this world.
He knew that disaster was coming.
In fact, not only him, but all practitioners feel this power.
But only monks like Yun Buliu and others who know the existence of ancient evil gods and alien monks know what this means and what it means.
"Tian Cang will be troubled from now on!"
Yun Buliu sighed softly, feeling a little worried about his future fate.
This feeling of not being able to control life or death is indeed a bit uncomfortable. He can now understand why the path of cultivation is so dangerous and why countless monks are willing to take the risk.
As long as you get through, you can at least control your own destiny.
"Brother Yun, what's going on?" Xiao Xiangji raised her head in fear and looked at Yun Buliu, looking like a frightened deer.
Yun Buliu shook his head slightly and said: "Once someone comes, open the formation to protect yourself."
Xiao Xiangji nodded slightly when she heard this. Although she didn't know exactly what happened, she always carried out Yun Buliu's instructions unconditionally.
He reached out and rubbed her little head, forcing himself to smile and said: "Maybe, things are not that bad. Maybe, we will have a glimmer of hope, it depends on God's will!"
Yun Buliu could say this, which shows how powerless he is at this time.
Seeing God's will is not what monks should do, because monks always practice to change fate against the will of God, and never believe that fate is determined by God.
"Xiao Xiangji, go make me a cup of tea!"
Yun Buliu stopped what he was doing and sat on the recliner, thinking about what he might face next. With the emergence of a strong man of this level, apart from the complete failure of the seal of the Black Sea and the return of the Lord of Slaughter, all
Only the alien monks have arrived.
The worst outcome would be for Hong-level monks to personally come to the door and eliminate these monks from the Desolate Realm who may be considered a 'disaster' in their eyes.
The best result is that this Hong-level monk disdains them, the Desolate Realm monks from Tiancan Star, and leaves them as sparring partners for the alien monks who are also in the Desolate Realm.
Or maybe the Lord of Slaughter has completely resurrected, and from now on, mankind and the Black Sea will completely become a killing field.
The main thing that kills is the power of killing, and it is impossible to coexist peacefully with other races.
If the alien monks did this, it would be difficult to know who would win in the end.
They use him as a sparring partner, why doesn't he have this idea?
No one wants to die, so who stipulates that they can’t die?
He has been preparing for this day for a long time. Although he may not be able to deal with those Hong-level monks, he feels that it is more than enough to deal with the Desolate Realm monks.
And if the Slaughter Lord revives and does this, the result will be difficult to predict.
Yun Buliu felt that it was best to do nothing now, and he didn't know what to do.
Let’s drink a cup of tea first to calm down the panic!
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At this time, far away on the edge of the Black Sea, in Baiyun City, the old ape Yuan Shan stood on the city wall, his body trembling slightly. He also felt that powerful presence.
However, the powerful pressure disappeared after appearing for a moment.
I don't know how long it took before Yuan Shan's mood gradually recovered. Then he saw a beam of light appearing in the black sea. The beam of light shot straight into the sky, scattered the dull black clouds, and pierced the gloomy sea and sky.
A huge hole with light shining down.
Yuan Shan instinctively activated the formation in the city and signaled everyone not to leave the city at will.
He felt that there must have been a major change in the depths of the Black Sea, and it was likely that the Lord of Slaughter had completely resurrected. If this was the case, then this Baiyun City would become his burial place today.
His survival instinct made him want to run away, but in the end he held back.
He knew that he couldn't escape even if he ran away. The pressure from before was so strong that he felt that no matter where he fled, he would never be able to escape the other party's pursuit.
This kind of power is despairingly powerful, with no hope in sight.
This is true even for Yuan Shan, let alone others.
There are not many monks in the wilderness who think like Yuan Shan. All the monks in the wilderness are silent at this time, as if they are silently waiting for the arrival of the 'final judgment'.
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Deep in the Black Sea, where the Lord of Slaughter was sealed, Lu Suiran's figure appeared there.
He looks like an elegant middle-aged man with a casual appearance.
Although he is a practitioner, he does not dress like a practitioner. He looks more like a teacher and has an outstanding temperament.
In fact, many practitioners do not dress up as Taoists, and those who truly dress up as Taoists are only some sects with strict rules.
The Lord of Slaughter who had not yet broken through the seal encountered Hong-level monk Lu Suiran, and had no room for a backhand. His will to kill was dissipated as soon as he broke out.
"How dare the remnants of the Shinto who are still alive dare to make trouble in front of me!"
"hehe!"
What responded to him was a 'haha' from the Lord of Slaughter.
This tone of strong disdain made Lu Suiran feel angry, but he soon suppressed this anger.
Controlling anger is one of the skills that practitioners must master.
Then Lu Suiran sealed the murderous lord without saying a word.
In fact, it is just to complete the seal.
With his ability, it was indeed not enough to pull out the Lord of Slaughter, a veteran Shinto practitioner who was in harmony with the Tao, from the broken seal and kill him.
It was precisely because of this that the Lord of Slaughter used a disdainful tone towards him.
Facing the Immortal Dao monk Lu Suiran, the Killing Lord, as a Shinto cultivator, knew very well that he had no chance to come out again for the time being, and coming out would be a bad thing.
Who knows if there are more powerful immortal practitioners out there?
If so, he might really have to be detained and refined.
The seal is here, at least there is a chance to come out again, although the chance is already very slim.
Seeing Lu Suiran suppress this Shinto practitioner with his backhand, Wu Zhishi who was following him asked: "Sir, how many more Shinto remnants like him are there?"