The cold mountain breeze diluted the fishy smell of water.
Qingfeng Li's slightly arrogant response not only reached the ears of many Dragon Palace demon clans, but also echoed in the ears of Nanhong Seventh Monk.
Both sides fell into confusion at the same time.
The two members of the Ke family held the decree in their hands and stared at the immature Xiao Xiu below. Suddenly, they felt that they had suddenly transformed from the noble sons and grandsons of the dragon to a servant who came to invite distinguished guests to a banquet... but they still ate.
The kind that shows off its power.
Could it be that the Nanyang Sect thought that he and others were really here to treat him to a drink?
Putting on the airs of the Immortal Sect in front of Nanlong Palace?!
"As a minor cultivator in the transformation stage, what qualifications do you have in front of this king..."
The fifth prince of the Ke family let out a low roar, and many ferocious monsters behind him all bared their fangs, and their huge bodies rolled in the clouds, as if evil spirits were filling the sky, and the monster energy was billowing.
"If the person who comes today is not the rag in your hand, but he comes here to invite you, maybe you can meet someone with a higher level of cultivation."
Qingfeng Li raised his eyebrows. Faced with this raging aura, he interrupted the other party's words simply and neatly. Then, under the gaze of the monsters, he slowly walked into the magic circle, leaving only the last sentence.
An impatient farewell message.
"For now, get lost."
Many water monsters still looked ferocious, but their gradually subtle roars made them look a little funny.
Such a huge battle could not even frighten a small cultivator who transformed into a god. In the end, he was pointed at the nose and scolded. However, all the demons knew that even if they could poke that little cultivator to death with one finger, today was definitely the end.
No one dared to take action.
Here are the Seven Sons of Nanhong. They are so shameless. Even if the sect leaders don't come forward, they can all be buried here with just a few tricks.
This group of people...how dare they ignore the prince's decree!
He even called it a rag.
The fifth prince of the Ke family was so angry that his hands trembled. As the lord of Nanhong, when had Dragon Palace ever been so wronged?
He suddenly turned to look at the other monks and shouted, "This is how you, the Seventh Son of Nanhong, treat guests?!"
Faced with such questions.
However, the faces of many Seventh Son monks gradually became weird.
All the previous grievances seemed to have been transferred to the faces of these water monsters, and they felt like they were being bullied by the power of the seven Nanhong sects.
Although it seems a bit domineering, this feeling is really as heart-opening as his grandma's!
"call."
The cultivators stared at each other in silence.
Today's situation seems to be the first time that an alliance sect has expressed its stance on the Dragon Palace matter.
But no one thought that the alliance sect that stood up would be the Nanyang Sect, a place that had been silent for many years and had only recently gained a little sense of existence.
Regardless of whether Sect Master Shen is unwilling to come forward or is really involved, at least one thing is clear, that is, the attitude displayed by the Nanyang Sect at this moment is completely incompatible with the word "negotiating peace".
.
Such a tough side has really not appeared in the Nanyang Seventh Son for a long time.
They are always forbearing, always putting the overall situation first, and remember in their hearts that a small amount of intolerance will mess up a big plan.
But he still couldn't follow his heart, and he said "get out" without hesitation!
It wasn't until Li Qingfeng turned around calmly that this young monk in the transformation stage had impressed many monks with his practical actions. In fact, these two words were not so difficult to say. After they were said, the people in the Dragon Palace could only
I can ask questions in an aggrieved manner, that's all.
Susu——
Facing the questioning of the fifth prince of the Ke family, a figure suddenly emerged from the crowd, followed closely by a second, third...
Each Taoist disciple is suspended in the air.
Su Hongxiu lowered her hands and looked. Under the angry gaze of the fifth prince of the Ke family, she glanced at the rag in the other person's hand and said lightly: "Otherwise? Do you want to die?"
Although the other Daozi did not speak, they had already proved their position with actions.
The sect leader has already stated his position, so according to the rules of the Seventh Son of Nanhong, the matter has been settled.
"Okay! Very good!"
In anger, the fifth prince of the Ke family subconsciously exerted force on his palms and wrinkled the decree. After reacting, he hurriedly smoothed it away. This was the only amulet he dared to challenge the seven sons of Nanhong.
"Anyway, the banquet has been prepared. Since the Nanyang Sect Master said that something happened, hehe, we won't force it. It's best if something really comes up. If you don't want to go to the banquet in the end, remember to send a message to Nanlong Palace to inform me. Don't waste everyone.
time."
"Farewell!"
Throwing out a strange remark, the fifth prince of the Ke family glanced at the many Taoist disciples. Under those indifferent eyes, he suddenly felt a little cold in his chest. He hurriedly raised his hands, and then led the demons all the time.
The soldiers fled towards the water in the clouds.
Wait until the smell of water in the air completely dissipates.
Many monks reluctantly took their eyes away from the Nanyang white jade platform. Since the stage of transformation into gods is fine, then they may not be able to show off their power in front of the Dragon Palace. What a pity!
However, although Wei Feng has succeeded, the matter is far from over. In the end, he still has to see the real chapter.
I just don’t know if Sect Leader Shen will go to the banquet.
"..."
Several Taoists looked at each other.
They were all present when the sect leaders discussed matters previously, and they knew exactly what the outcome of the discussion would be.
To be honest, a banquet at the Dragon Palace is not a big deal.
It was nothing more than the death of two dragon grandsons, as well as a lot of demon generals and Dragon Palace relatives. It would have been a disaster for anyone else, but Shen Yi is now the serious leader of Nanyang Sect.
With his status, he could just find any excuse to get over the matter.
However, Qingfeng Li was one of the few people who followed Sect Master Shen out of the treasured land, and his attitude was most likely what Sect Master Shen himself meant.
Being so tough doesn't look like he's just trying to deal with it.
I don’t know what the other sect leaders think.
"This... doesn't he need to discuss it with me?"
Under the towering tree, Lingyun Sect Master looked at several fellow apprentices and found that everyone had different expressions, but no one raised any opinions, as if they had acquiesced, and he couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.
"Nanyang is the head of the seven sects. Did Senior Brother Qin consult with you before making decisions?"
Before anyone else spoke, Ye Jiu glanced sideways first, and then turned his attention to the chair under the big tree.
"Can this be the same?"
Lingyun Sect Leader's eyes twitched twice. Now and then, Nanyang Sect is no longer the Nanyang Sect it once was: "I still feel something is wrong."
"I don't think so."
Ye Jiu turned around and walked towards the sect, saying calmly: "Anyway, as long as he goes to the banquet, Ye will definitely accompany him."
As he spoke, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
Not bad, not bad. After waiting for all these years, there was finally one among the many sect leaders who matched his temperament.
It’s okay if he can’t kill Beihong. After all, he is not strong enough and deserves to be humiliated. He admits it!
Now even Nanlong Palace dares to bite his nose in the face. How come, without Senior Brother Qin, Ye's sword will be blunt?
Wherever Nanyang shines, the Heavenly Sword cuts off evil and rebellion. This is the rule of the Seventh Son!
"This! This!"
Wait until the leaf eagle leaves.
Lingyun Sect Leader looked a little unhappy and complained: "This is an excuse for him... Look at him like this, does he want to go to the banquet or kill someone?"
"I said, please be quiet."
Lingyue Sect Master glanced at Ji Jingxi, who was silent next to him, and found that the other party had rarely left the piano aside.
He looked back and shook his head helplessly.
For this cold junior sister, she did not express doubts about Ye Jiu's words, which was actually her acquiescence.
Although they are all brothers, they still have different levels of strength. Now, the two heaven-level monks except myself seem to have reached an agreement with Sect Master Shen inexplicably.
"Now let's see what our Sect Master Shen thinks."
Lingyue Sect Master smiled, he hadn't seen the old bug in Dragon Palace for a long time.
…
Nanyang Treasure Land is a treasure land of cultivation located on the top of a mountain.
Shen Yi was sitting on the futon, her eyes were dull and her aura was erratic.
His entire face was frighteningly pale, except for his lips, which were red. It seemed that all the blood on his face had gathered between his lips, almost turning into drops of blood.
Since the Myriad Tribulations Blood God's Dharma can be called an immortal method, the difficulty of practicing it will never be lower than that of Shenyue Zhen Qingtian.
Moreover, when I was practicing Shenyue Zhenqingtian, I did it step by step, from the ordinary Hedao method, to the precious method, to the spiritual method, and finally brought them together.
In addition, although the illusion of Wuming Mountain is a bit torturous, it is actually equivalent to an extremely reliable master, leading the monks step by step to understand the true meaning of the gods and how to use this true meaning.
However, there is only one fragment of Blood God Dafa.
If you want to understand the true meaning of the Blood God, you have to create a similar "illusion" yourself.
This magical method can be summed up in one word, kill!
Thousands of killing catastrophes were created with blood. Being in the realm of killing proves that the Taoist heart is clear. The more you kill, the clearer the Taoist heart becomes, earning you the name of the Blood God of Tens of Thousands of Calamities.
Yue Tianji has practiced this method before and is well aware of its difficulties.
Killing is not difficult. Whether you are a monk or a great demon, as long as you don't restrain yourself, you can easily commit shocking murders.
The difficulty lies in how to maintain the clarity of Taoism in the midst of this killing.
To put it bluntly, you must firmly believe that you are killing the right person. The blood stained on your palms means that everyone deserves to die.
Only in this way can we survive thousands of tribulations, instead of sinking into them and being controlled by the Blood God's true will.
To do this, you need extremely strong self-confidence and courage, or you need to be a simple lunatic.
Apart from Xuan Qing, the main reason for Yue Tianji's madness was his exposure to this blood god method.
But at this moment, he made a discovery that was complicated and unspeakable.
My Lord, the difficulty in practicing this method lies more in the problem of understanding ability. After truly creating the "Blood God Illusion", the opponent went through the killing calamity with overwhelming force, without encountering any threshold from the beginning to the end.
Those real and bloody creatures in the illusion once fell into the hands of the Lord, but now the meaning of them standing up again seems to be just to fall again.
By the time they got to the back, Yue Tianji couldn't even see clearly the movement of his master's sword.
He knew very well that Shen Yi was not a madman, because the other person's face did not have the joy of enjoying killing, but there was a trace of impatience on his face. But just like this, this behavior became even more terrifying.
A monk who almost emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood has no inner demons? No regrets? What a joke!
"call--"
Shen Yi's dilated pupils suddenly shone brightly again, the scarlet color between her thin lips dissipated, and her entire face became full of color.
If there was any change, it would be that there was a red light like green smoke in the dark pupils.
The true meaning of the Blood God, the killing domain has been established.
[Hedao (immortal). The Blood God of Ten Thousand Tribulations: Getting Started]
[Hedao (immortal). Shenyue Town Qingtian: Xiaocheng]
[Remaining demon lifespan: 3.96 million years]
After spending more than 700,000 years of demon life, the two immortal arts have improved a lot.
After having abundant demon longevity, it was the two palace masters who really limited Shen Yi's progress in practicing the techniques. Unlike Shen Yi, they had a panel to help reduce the torture by 99%.
Every moment in the deduction was a real passage of life for both of them.
This kind of torture could even make those demon souls collapse.
Although the demon souls of Ke Shisan and Yue Tianji are not as powerful as those of the little demons, the level of obscurity of the Hedao Realm immortal magic is not comparable to that of those in the Qi Refining Stage.
Less than half of the lifespan consumed was transformed into the demonic origin, helping them stabilize their minds and see if they could be promoted to a lower level.
In the face of immortal magic, even Shen Yi's mediocre understanding was made up for.
It is the true equality of all living beings.
If you were a serious heavenly monk, if you wanted to practice an immortal method to perfection, you would still have to spend your whole life pursuing it.
For such a terrible price, the rewards are also huge.
As her understanding of immortal magic deepened, Shen Yi also roughly understood what the so-called true meaning meant.
If ordinary Hedao skills are a poor imitation of the supernatural powers of the heavenly realm, then if the immortal skills can be cultivated to perfection or achieve great success, there is a chance that they can surpass the supernatural powers.
When two heavenly monks fight against each other, each additional magical power gives them a greater advantage.
"It's a pity that the Blood God's Great Method of Ten Thousand Tribulations is incomplete and can only be regarded as a beginning."
Shen Yi sighed slightly, but it was okay. If it weren't for Sha Jie to relax for him, Shenyue Zhen Qingtian's practice might not have been so smooth.
Treating yourself as a stone, hiding in the blue sky, slowly assimilating and even suppressing this world is really the most boring and boring method among all the techniques Shen Yi has practiced.
There is no threshold, no inspiration is needed, and other people’s insights are useless.
Simply rely on longevity to pile up.
Perhaps the true immortals can use other techniques or treasures to speed up this process, but they only have that broken mountain, and its only function is to stabilize their mind and not get lost in the blue sky.
The good news is that this magical power has reached the level of Xiaocheng, and can barely be regarded as a relatively common magical power. At least beating An Tingfeng will no longer be so strenuous.
"Go relax."
Shen Yi glanced at the two palace masters who were in a daze, especially Ke Shisan, who was the main force in Shenyue Town's Qingtian deduction. He had to take Shen Yi's place to understand Qingtian's meaning at all times and shouldered most of the boring work. At this moment, he even spoke to his lips. They were all covered in saliva, looking like a fool...
Hearing the word relax, the two palace masters suddenly woke up and waved their hands: "No need to relax! No need to relax!"
"..."
Shen Yi raised her eyebrows and took the two of them into the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons.
I really feel like I am Zhou Papi. Of course, I should use good things sparingly. It is not easy to find them again after they are worn out.
He stood up, took out the Nanyang white robe from his thumb, put it on, stretched his stiff arms a little, and then walked out of the hall.
Qingfeng Li has been waiting here for a long time.
When he saw Shen Yi, he didn't say much, but anyone who had been with the sect master for a while would know what he was going to do after he came down from the mountain.
He took out the Taoist tablets lent to him by senior Xuan Qing, who thoughtfully filled the Taoist tablets with the aura of heaven and earth.
The other party's instructions echoed in my mind, and I must use this move to inform the allied sects... to be precise, let those sect leaders know.
Qingfeng Li took a slightly nervous breath, and then pulled the breath a little.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The next moment, the formation that had protected the Nanyang Treasure Land for a hundred thousand years finally slowly opened with a huge roar.
The dazzling treasure light shines outside the treasure land like daylight!
Almost all the Seventh Son monks who were traveling outside saw the Nanyang relief sculpture on the white jade platform that had been dormant for a long time shining brightly again.
The most talked about topic among the monks nowadays is naturally whether the Nanyang Sect will really stand up or whether it will remain just words.
But no one thought that this thing would happen so quickly and urgently!
Even less than half a day had passed since the group of Dragon Palace demons left, and the Nanyang Sun was rising rapidly!
On the white jade stage, under the leadership of Li Qingfeng, figures one after another bowed and saluted.
The sect master left this trip to go to the Dragon Palace banquet.
This is a serious matter, so naturally we should tell Nanhong with great authority!
Chapter completed!