Chapter six hundred and seventy-ninth, lost too fast
Dongshan is an area not under the jurisdiction of any sect.
There are no secular dynasties here.
This is where the most pure spiritual ore is produced in the entire literary world, so the monks here are very rich and quite exclusive.
And sometimes, being rich means being strong.
So not many people dare to come to Dongshan to play wildly.
To build a sect in this treasure land of Dongshan, it not only requires strength, but also requires permission from the five most powerful families in Dongshan.
And for tens of thousands of years, there are very few people who have succeeded.
All the people in this area of Dongshan do not recognize the royal family, the major sects, and only recognize the five major families in Dongshan. For them, the five major families are the heaven.
The five major families are headed by the most powerful Zhu family.
Just two years ago, a sect quietly settled in this area of Dongshan, called Youhui Valley. It is not large in scale and has a great courage. It is directly built on the mountain range with the most abundant spiritual energy.
And under this mountain range is a huge spiritual vein, which means that if one can establish a sect here, one will surely benefit future generations and benefit endlessly.
But countless people are coveting such a blessed land.
No one has really taken possession for so many years.
It is because this place is the boundary between the five major families and occupying this place, which is equivalent to provoking the five major families at the same time, which is like seeking death.
On the day the Valley of Youhui Valley was founded, no mortal dared to go up the mountain to become a disciple.
Because there are endless people coming to make trouble.
There is no need to discuss it at all, everyone seems to have made an appointment in advance.
No one can do it, why can you do it?
Whether it is the young masters and ladies from major families or the powerful casual cultivators, they all came to see who the Holy Valley of Love is.
But a funny scene happened.
These people came over fiercely, and then were beaten by a woman in red and fled in panic. The sea of fire shone red in the sky.
"I am a young lady who founded the clan and established a sect. Forget it, no one came to congratulate her. There are so many people who are here to make trouble? Looking for death!" The woman in red resounded throughout the sky.
At this time, the people in Dongshan knew about it.
It turns out that he is not a newborn calf who is not afraid of a tiger.
It turned out to be the eldest lady of the Zhu family.
The eldest lady of the Zhu family wants to occupy this spiritual land. Who has any objection? Even the other four major families remain silent. Who dares to have any objection? Not afraid of death.
Therefore, the Valley of Youhui was famous in the world of immortal cultivation within one night.
Although it is not very good reputation.
Most monks think that this is just a whim of the young lady, and it will be fine if she gets tired of playing. Even the people in the Zhu family think so.
But Zhu Qianjue was rarely very serious this time.
She invited all the world's cultivators to join the sect, and quickly attracted a group of young monks with good qualifications with their own background. The Youhui Valley was actually very well-known.
The journey was not smooth. After all, as the leader of a sect, there were too many things to consider.
But Zhu Qianjue actually persisted all the way.
It didn't look like a delicate lady who left the original sect and started a new life because she was temporarily angry.
And above the main hall of the Valley of Love.
Dozens of long pillars carved with fire dragons are majestic and majestic. The wide hall is filled with a breath of suffocating flames, just like a flame palace.
On the palace, there was a woman in red sitting in the sect leader's position, with a calm expression and a turbulent fire, with the power of the Queen of Flames.
More than a hundred monks under the hall were looking at Zhu Qianjue in awe.
"Sect Master." Everyone shouted.
Zhu Qianjue's eyebrows and eyes were like picturesque, but it was as difficult as fire.
The bright red clothes are like a divine fire that is burning.
This is the power of the fire spirit root.
Zhu Qianjue, who broke through to the Nascent Soul, has made great progress in his strength and has become the most violent cultivator in the world.
Zhu Qianjue said lightly: "What's the news?"
"It has been confirmed that the witch was indeed besieged by a mysterious monk. Now he is seriously injured and in danger. Elder Shi sent back the news that it should be in Fengyunjian." An elderly monk whispered.
This old monk's hair and beard are all white, with a bit of immortality and a strong strength.
"Fengyunjian..." A strange look flashed in Zhu Qianjue's eyes: "Have those who chased her found out who it was?"
The old monk sighed: "Report to the sect leader, we... cannot investigate."
"Why can't you check it?"
"Master, I'm not allowed to check."
Zhu Qianjue curled his lips: "Old man is so annoying. Are you going to help me with me, or are you monitoring me for my father?"
"Miss! Of course I am here to help you." The old monk said hurriedly.
Obviously, this old monk was specially sent by the Zhu family to help Zhu Qianjue.
Zhu Qianjue said firmly: "Then you should help me."
"But......"
"No, but." Zhu Qianjue interrupted him: "Isn't it just the four major sects? In fact, there is nothing to be afraid of. As long as you are not caught on the spot, who dares to assert that I am me?"
The old monk glanced at Zhu Qianjue helplessly.
Your fire spirit root is not conspicuous enough.
But this is the reason.
The Zhu family is afraid of the ten major sects, and the ten major sects are unwilling to easily get into evil with the Zhu family. As long as they are not caught, who dares to throw this blame to the eldest lady of the Zhu family?
"Okay, let's go." Zhu Qianjue was full of energy and turned into a fire, like a proud fire phoenix galloping over the blue sky, leaving the dust.
The old monk shook his head helplessly, turned around and turned into a divine light and chased him. His power was so powerful that he had reached the peak of God Transformation.
And everyone shouted respectfully: "Give me a visit to the sect leader."
The original wish was indeed fulfilled.
Now that Zhu Qianjue has become the leader of a sect, he does not need to listen to anyone's orders, but others have to listen to their own orders.
This feeling is really good.
But the next thing is not that simple.
Zhu Qianjue frowned.
She and the old monk soon arrived at Fengyunjian.
Fengyunjian is just the name of a landscape in a very small mountain forest. Its green mountains and flowing waters are usually not a place for immortals, but it is also a rare place for quietness.
But now the spiritual energy here is messy, with stones shattered and mountains shattered, and springs overflowing everywhere, as if they have experienced a great war.
"Is the pursuer catching up so quickly?" Zhu Qianjue thought to himself that something was wrong.
The two of them hid their bodies and followed the messy spiritual power to search for it.
A ray of light emerges in the distance.
Bloody color.
It's like the light of decline that is about to collapse.
Zhu Qianjue asked in a low voice: "Old Huang, is there any way to save Ziyue? I owe her a favor. I finally got the chance to pay it back."
Mr. Huang was full of confidence: "If I were just saving people, then I would still be a little confident."
"That's up to you."
"Leave it to me."
Old Huang sacrificed his magic weapon and immediately galloped towards the distance.
A moment later, he heard a wail.
"Miss, it's not good, I can't beat it, let's run away." After saying that, Lao Huang turned into a ray of light and fell into the distance, and it seemed that he had suffered some serious injuries.
Zhu Qianjue gritted his teeth and clenched his fists: "You are too fast!"