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Chapter 500 Kunlun and the White Horse



"I'm afraid it depends on whether you give him a chance or not." Taoist Dingyang showed a trace of expectation on his face.

Xingkong understood the meaning of his words. Thirty years ago, when the spiritual energy of the mountain and sea world was still abundant, it was enough for Yuanshen monks to accumulate enough information to survive the tribulation.

Over the past thirty years, spiritual energy has become much thinner than in the past, making it even less possible to reach the perfection of the soul.

Only in Dihuang Mountain, where the spiritual energy is more than three or four times stronger than in the Mountain and Sea Realm, can they survive the catastrophe and become immortals.

"Zhenren Chongshan is a model of righteousness. His disciples have fought against the Witch God Cult with us for many years. Their deep friendship is extraordinary. I believe they will not refuse our invitation."

Although Monk Xinkong said this, he didn't have much confidence in his heart.

If they had the current trump card of Chongshan Academy, they would never agree to let people from other factions take advantage of them.

Taoist Dingyang nodded.

"The three masters were also invited by Lin Zhengying and fellow Taoist Lin!"

"Exactly. I think the four fellow Taoists are here too?"

Taoist Dingyang responded.

"Master, do you know the reason?"

"I heard that Li Wubing, an inner disciple of Chongshan Academy, died in the battle at Xianxia Pass three days ago. In the past thirty years, this is the first time that a second-generation disciple of Chongshan Academy died in battle. I think they will not be reconciled and will probably make an appointment with me.

Wait for a counterattack or two to teach the Witch God Cult a lesson."

Taoist Dingyang nodded.

"We and the other three sects are united to control the Witch God Sect. If it is true as the master said, there is no way we will even help."

"Amitabha, what my fellow Taoist said is true."

After a moment of silence.

"It's a waste of time, let's talk while walking?"

"Amitabha, Taoist friend Dingyang invites you."

The two teams turned into one and flew forward quickly.

Along the way, we saw Guancheng, large and small, relying on mountains and cliffs, forming an airtight wall.

Keep the Wushen Cult's army firmly out of the pass.

This is the Demon-Suppressing Iron Pass.

A strong line of defense that took thirty years to continuously improve.

In the past thirty years, in front of it, the Wushen Cult left tens of millions of corpses of ghosts and ghosts, and they were unable to cross the thunder pond.

After a group of seven people flew over the mountainous area, their eyes suddenly opened up.

A low hill stretching for hundreds of miles, barren of grass, appeared in front of us.

This place is named "Tianxingyuan". It is dry all year round and no grass grows. It is sunny most of the year. At night, you can see the sky full of stars, hence its name.

Tianxingyuan is sandwiched between Dahengduan Mountain and Tianji Mountain, and is another main road connecting Dayong to the Huoluo Desert.

A huge city gate that is hundreds of feet high, stretches for hundreds of miles, and was built entirely using earthen methods, blocking this passage.

In the center of the city gate is a nine-story stone building with cornices and cornices.

A large flag was erected above the stone building with three words written on it.

Tianxingguan.

The Tianxing Pass is fifty feet wide. Under the sunshade canvas are ballistas loaded with crossbows, rows of trebuchets, and groups of sergeants wearing helmets and armor, holding weapons in their hands, patrolling back and forth on the gate.

Strictly speaking, they were only trained by disciples of Chongshan Academy, but because of their qualifications, they were unable to break through the innate abilities of ordinary soldiers.

Don't underestimate them. If they are combined with those crossbow arrows and trebuchets blessed with talismans, the power they unleash will be no worse than that of monks with perfect innate abilities.

Most of the zombies and skeletons under the Witch God Cult were destroyed by them.

A ray of light flew from the city tower and greeted seven monks from the Kunlun Sect and the White Horse Temple.

"Seniors and juniors, we are here to greet you as ordered by our master."

His figure has not lost any grace due to the thirty years of war, and he still looks like a harmless person.

"It turns out to be little friend Yongrong!"

Taoist Dingyang smiled and nodded, then looked at this famous third-generation direct disciple of Chongshan Sect.

Fat, but not bloated.

He was kind-hearted, but there was a gleam in his eyes.

The aura all over the body is obscure and difficult to understand, which is a manifestation of the ultimate control of one's own magic power.

He was holding a jade bamboo stick in his left hand, with a faint spiritual light, obviously not an ordinary one.

Because Xu Junming, the founder of the Chongshan lineage, likes to use bamboo sticks as his common magic weapon, which is effective in practice, and many of his disciples also like to use bamboo sticks as companions.

There is a red gourd hanging on the left waist.

This is the sign of three generations of disciples of the Chongshan lineage.

For all Chongshan disciples, the ancestors put a green gourd on their waists; the second-generation disciples put a yellow gourd on their waists, and the third-generation disciples put a red gourd on their waists.

There is a small gray pocket hanging on the right waist.

Taoist Dingyang took a few more glances.

The most powerful treasure in the hands of Qiankun Taoist Yongrong, besides a pair of yin and yang wheels, is the famous 'Qiankun Bag'.

Once outside the Tianxing Pass, one hundred thousand ghosts of the underworld were collected at one time. "Taoist Qiankun" Yongrong and his spiritual treasure "Qiankun Bag" became famous all over the world.

"As expected, all of the direct disciples of Chongshan's sect are among the best. It's really enviable."

Dingyang Taoist secretly thought in his heart.

He had met Fu Qingfeng, the 'Fairy Hanfeng', and Gongsun Jiuniang, whose Taoist name was 'Su Xin'. Both of them were the seeds of Taoism with excellent qualifications and understanding.

Even those I have never seen before, such as Wang Chao, Ye Tianyun, Lin Rui and others, are all famous.

"Looking at the purple flowers blooming in Yongrong's Yintang, and the essence flowing through the canopy, I think it won't be long before I can advance to the level of Yuanshen." Taoist Dingyang said with a smile.

"Senior's wonderful praise. This junior still needs ten years of hard work before he dares to have a glimpse of the ultimate state of the soul."

"Amitabha, ten years is just a moment for me to be a monk. The little benefactor has already passed away for all of us."

"Thank you for the compliment, Master."

One side.

"My master is now waiting for all seniors in Wende Hall. Please come with me."

"Thank you, little Taoist friend, for leading the way."

Yong Rong smiled faintly, nodded slightly, and led everyone to fly towards the top of Tianxingguan City Tower.

About a hundred miles away, everyone noticed an invisible but qualitative mirror light shining over them.

Looking along the mirror light, a huge bronze mirror above Guancheng comes into view.

Netherworld ghosts are good at hiding, and can even hide in the human body and sneak into Guancheng. This will avoid such disasters. All the cities in Zhenmoguan City have such 'mirrors'.

After checking through the looking glass, everyone flew down to the top floor of the tower.

Stepping in, four simple but solid stone pillars support a huge space of about thousands of square meters.

In the middle of the space is a huge hanging painting with the word Tao.

The iron-painted silver hook makes the originally elegant word "Tao" reveal a murderous aura.

Below the hanging painting with the word "Dao" is a chair made of thick iron wood.

Ironwood is not a spiritual root, it is just a very ordinary hardwood, and it is not considered valuable even in ordinary people's homes.

The chairs are left and right, three on the left and four on the right, a total of seven chairs.

Judging from the number, it was obviously prepared for Monk Xinkong and Taoist Dingyang.

Seeing them coming in, Lin Zhengying, who was sitting in the main seat, quickly came over to greet them.

In fact, it should have been Qin Zhong's business to negotiate with the Kunlun Sect and Baima Temple on behalf of the Chongshan lineage.

But as a second-generation disciple, he was dull by nature and not good at speaking, so he was really not suitable for this kind of thing. Then it fell to Lin Zhengying.

Thirty years of killing not only tempered many third-generation disciples, but also made Lin Zhengying mature.

Now, he has a unibrow as thick as Uncle Jiu's, a Chinese-shaped face that matches the height of his head, and he is not angry and intimidating. He wears a well-tailored blue Taoist robe, showing the style of a Taoist scholar.

Both sides looked at each other.

Wuji Zhenjun Lin Zhengying, as the second disciple of Zhenren Chongshan, is inferior to several of his junior sisters and junior brothers in terms of cultivation.

But even so, he is still a great monk of the fourth level of Yuanshen.

More importantly, as a direct descendant of the Chongshan lineage, he has top-notch spiritual treasures in his hands for protection. His cultivation level does not represent his true combat power.

"Lin Zhengying of Chongshan has met Taoist fellow Dingyang, Master Xinkong!"

"Amitabha, I have met Taoist friend Lin."

"I met fellow Daoist Lin in Dingyang."

After everyone saw the ceremony one by one, the guests and hosts were seated. Yongrong stood behind the master to serve him.

"Fellow Taoist Lin, I wonder if your master has ever left seclusion?" Taoist Dingyang asked.

"My master is currently in seclusion to meditate on the True Immortal's Miaoban, and has not yet left seclusion."

"Zhenren Chongshan is indeed worthy of being gifted by heaven. When we met him, he was still in the realm of the soul. I didn't expect that in just a few hundred years, he has already reached the realm of immortality. It's really amazing."

Lin Zhengying smiled faintly.

The teacher's qualifications, understanding, luck and luck are naturally top-notch.

"Amitabha, I received a letter from Taoist Lin Feihe the day before yesterday, inviting us and all the Yuanshen monks from the two sects to come here. I don't know what is going on?"

Lin Zhengying quickly glanced at everyone and organized his words.

"A few of them are the top monks in the mountain and sea world. I believe they should be able to feel that the spiritual energy in this world is falling day by day, and the netherworld energy is rising day by day. Over time, it will turn into a demon world. Therefore, our Chongshan lineage has decided that the seven

After that day, they abandoned this place and moved all to Dihuang Mountain."

Everyone's heart sank.

In fact, after the formation of the 'Anti-Witch Alliance', the Chongshan Clan sent their disciples to move away all the mortals outside the Dayong level, and they became aware of the Chongshan Clan's plans for the Shanhai Realm.

But at that time, everyone did not have time to think about it in detail when they built the Demon-Suppressing Iron Gate to fight against the invasion of the Witch God Cult.

Now it seems that the plan to evacuate the Shanhai Realm has finally begun.

After the seven people each looked at each other, Monk Xinkong pronounced the Buddha's name.

"Fellow Daoist Lin, is it possible that even with the divine methods of respecting our master, we can't destroy the Wushen Sect and bring order to the world of mountains and seas?"

"With my master's cultivation, it is naturally easy to destroy the Witch God Cult, but the Witch God Cult is protected by the heavens in this world. Unless the mountain and sea realm is destroyed, it will be difficult to eradicate the Witch God Cult."

"Destroy the mountains and seas?"

Seven people exclaimed.

"That's right. After the heaven and earth in the mountains and seas were tainted by demons, this world is no longer owned by my righteous way. Otherwise, it will completely become a demon land, and it will naturally be destroyed early."

The seven of them were all Yuanshen monks with strong minds. After the initial surprise subsided, Master Dingyang asked quickly.

"That being the case, I wonder if Master Chongshan has any arrangements for the two factions like us?"

"Kunlun and Baima Temple are both members of the Righteous Path, and we have fought side by side for many years. Naturally, our Chongshan lineage will not give up on all of our comrades."

Hearing this, the seven of them felt somewhat relieved.

"but…!"

The hesitant tone instantly made their hearts lift.


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