[In the 34th thousand years, the resentment of many demons and demons has almost collapsed, leaving only a few with dull expressions, just like you, sitting still like wooden figures]
Obviously, there isn't enough time.
Shen Yi put her hands on the ground and gasped for air, showing a rare embarrassed posture.
After losing the support of Li Xuanqing's understanding, he forcibly deduced the Tianyan Forty-Nine, which actually caused his soul to suffer unimaginable damage.
And it's not just Shen Yi herself.
Including the many demon souls who accompanied him along the way, all of them almost disappeared and collapsed. Even the dragon-headed general who returned to the sixth level of virtual reality was lost in the Tianyan Forty-Nine.
not enough.
Shen Yi wiped the corners of her lips and raised her eyes.
We must invite another truly talented demon to come in.
Otherwise, my mind may have collapsed before the technique has even been completed.
[Remaining demon lifespan: 115,000 years]
Shen Yi sat up, intending to take a short rest and experience the new technique he had just started.
At the level of returning to the void, moving mountains and filling seas is just a small step.
But there are still people who are studying the so-called method of fist and palm.
There must be some mystery in it.
He just sat there for three days and nights.
The sluggish spirit finally regained some of its energy.
He stood up and took out the Taoist sign, which contained news from Liu Qianyun.
"Sect Master Shen, how are the preparations going? We are waiting for you at Tianjian Sect. How many people have come? Do you need to pick them up?"
"Um?"
Shen Yi put away the sign.
How many people have come, how can I help now?
Thinking of this, he shook his head, opened the formation, and rushed out.
…
On the relief outside Tianjian Sect.
There was an endless stream of people coming and going, and the sword robes he wore looked sharp compared to the clothing of other alliance sects.
Ye Wenxuan stood on the Qingyue Sect's treasure ship, staring at the sword relief that day with some despair: "..."
This may be her last time here.
She raised her head and looked at the three figures next to her. Although their cultivation was much better than hers, except for the senior Zheng Qian whom she met earlier, none of the remaining men and women seemed to have crossed the dividing line.
This kind of battle is not weak no matter where it is.
But in front of the errands recorded in the jade slips, it seems a little inadequate.
"Are we really going?"
Ye Wenxuan was silent for a long time, and finally shook her head and said: "Thank you, Senior Zheng, for your kindness, but I may not die if I leave Tianjian Sect. If I am really involved in this matter..."
"What are you in a hurry for?"
Zheng Qian interrupted her words and looked into the distance: "The big troops haven't arrived yet."
With Shen Yi's meticulous mind, since he dared to agree, he must have considered it.
The incident with the Golden Firebird last time has already proven this.
"..."
Liu Qianyun said nothing and looked at Yan Wencheng next to her.
Even if a certain elder Bai Yujing had the intention, it would be inconvenient for the Qingyue Sect to come forward and actually make some discordant actions with the Tianjian Sect.
Only these three people could come because they had personal relationships with Shen Yi.
I don't know how long it took.
Finally, a familiar purple and white rainbow appeared in the sky.
The three of them were looking behind them curiously, but they didn't notice that Ye Wenxuan's expression suddenly changed drastically.
"See Sect Master Shen."
Zheng Qian and the others bowed their hands and raised their eyebrows: "No? Are you the only one?"
"Otherwise."
Shen Yi tapped her chin and stepped onto the treasure ship.
Zheng Qian suddenly felt a little embarrassed when he thought about the "large army" he had mentioned earlier. He glanced back at Ye Wenxuan and saw the strange look on her face. She couldn't help but introduce him: "What are you doing in a daze without being polite? This is Nanyang metropolitan."
"..."
Ye Wenxuan swallowed her throat and stared at Shen Yi's handsome face.
How come there is such a big gap?
His identity as a deacon was recognized by the elder Jinkou Yuling, but the other party's so-called sect leader's identity was self-proclaimed.
As a result, no one regarded Ye as a deacon.
On the contrary, these powerful monks in the Return to Void Realm could actually call him Sect Master Shen in front of so many people with sincerity.
If he was the one who opened the formation in the first place...
Then the person who is respected now is Sect Leader Ye.
"Look at you, you look so callous."
Zheng Qian rolled his eyes and poked her between the eyebrows with his fingertips.
Shen Yi glanced sideways and shook her head: "This is an old acquaintance, don't make those false moves."
After saying that, he nodded towards Ye Wenxuan: "Sit down and let's talk about the situation."
Although the other party's behavior when she first left Nanyang Sect was indeed unpopular, but in any case, she gave Nanyang Treasure a very cherished development time.
For the living beings who have survived to this day, including him, Shen Yi, this is a debt of gratitude that cannot be erased.
"I……"
Ye Wenxuan took two steps back and sat down uneasily.
In fact, she really didn't expect it.
The help that these seniors of the Alliance Sect were waiting for turned out to be Shen Yi.
What she didn't expect even more was that the other party's attitude was actually quite gentle, and he didn't use any excuse to get angry at her because of the previous incident.
"I'm not sure...I've been doing some chores in the deacon hall...for you."
Ye Wenxuan originally thought that if one day she rose in status, she would impress those in the Nanyang Sect and let them know what the right choice was.
That's why I was in a daze because of embarrassment before.
But she suddenly found that it was not so difficult to admit that she had become a handyman.
With that said, Ye Wenxuan handed over the jade slip.
"Why is it called counterinsurgency?"
Shen Yi took the jade slip and glanced at it, finding that the content inside was a bit too simple, and then handed the jade slip to the others.
"Actually, it's normal. This matter is not what the deacons should do. Usually, the outer elders are in charge."
Zheng Qian continued: "By leaving this matter to her, the Tianjian Sect actually made it clear that they wanted her to get out."
It was Shen Yi's old acquaintance that made her realize that Ye Wenxuan was actually a native of Nanyang.
In this case, I can say a few more words.
"You didn't quite understand when you first came out. In fact, the jurisdiction of the Seven Sons of Nanhong is not limited to the seven alliance sects. The reason is that it is the Hedao Treasure Land."
"It is definitely not the right way to sit and eat in the mountains. If there is any accident in the seven Hedao treasure places, missing one is equivalent to missing a Hedao realm giant...such as Nanyang Sect."
"So we have been working hard to cultivate other forces. We do not bring them into the treasure land, but allow them to develop territories outside. Like the former supporters of Nanyang Sect, many of them now have Bai Yujing monks as their commanders. of great power."
"certainly……"
Zheng Qian smiled awkwardly: "They may not still listen to you now."
That group of fans nominally belonged to the Nanyang Sect, but in fact, within the past 100,000 years, they had long been taken over by other allied sects.
What's more, Shen Yi's position as "sect leader" seems to be recognized by only a few people at the moment.
"Let's talk about it again. These vassals of the Seven Sons of Nanhong rarely have any problems. Among them, those who have a little prototype are directly managed by the elders. For example, the Chen family, the head of the family is a strong man at the fifth level of Void Return. But it seems to have fallen off recently.”
"This year's filial piety has not been handed in yet, and I haven't said anything yet. This is considered a betrayal."
When the word filial piety was mentioned, Zheng Qian was not embarrassed at all.
In Nanhong, there are many forces that want to surrender but are not qualified.
The Seven Sects will almost always protect those forces that have been cultivated by themselves to avoid being interfered by demons trying to fish in troubled waters.
"You have to go and see the specific situation to know the specific situation."
"But I have to remind you that this matter represents the face of the Seven Sects. If the situation is not right, we should try not to intervene. It is better not to do anything than to make a mistake."
"Understood."
Shen Yi felt like she was dreaming of returning to Boyun County.
After going round and round for a long time, I finally started to collect my share of the money, which is considered my old profession.
…
Nan Hong, Chen Jia.
In the majestic main hall, there is an empty coffin.
There were people from the tribe standing around, all wearing sackcloth and wearing mourning.
They gathered around a young man with a withered face, silently looking out the door.
I only saw outside the palace.
A straight figure stood with hands behind his back, his face was similar to that of the withered young man, but his eyebrows and eyes were all shining, and the jade trees stood in the wind, and his appearance was unrestrained and suave.
"Dad's coffin hasn't been buried yet, are you so anxious?"
The withered young man was the eldest son of the Chen family. There was a fierce look in his eyes, his palms opened and closed slightly, and the aura of heaven and earth around him was vaguely rioting.
When the clan leader dies, the funeral will be held before he ascends to the throne.
However, this empty coffin has been blocked in the main hall by his brother for a whole month.
The losses were heavy. Seven clan elders on the fourth level of Void Return alone were seriously injured, and two of them died because the opponent's ruthless attacks made the medicine useless.
"Do I look anxious?"
The man outside finally turned around and smiled.
He took out a wine jar from the storage treasure, held the mouth of the jar, and raised it towards everyone: "This jar is dedicated to me, Chen Ziqi. I was kicked out of the Chen family by my brother, but I am still alive today."
After saying that, the young man drank it all in one gulp.
He threw the wine jar to the ground and stepped into the palace.
Accompanied by a clicking sound.
All the people wearing sackcloth and mourning took a step back together, with a bit of confusion in their eyes.
Having a son like a dragon is supposed to be a good thing for the revitalization of the family.
But the bad thing is, two dragons were born, and the sick dragon among them chose the most inappropriate time to come back to the house again.
Chen Zilong was left standing alone in front of the coffin, with murderous intent on his haggard face.
"In this forum, I would like to pay tribute to Chen Ziqi. Under such circumstances, he opened up the territory for my Chen family and laid a huge territory. I should be the first to do so."
Chen Ziqi drank another jar of wine.
Wiped the corners of his lips with his sleeve.
He walked up to Chen Zilong unhurriedly, took out the last jar of wine and handed it over: "This jar, please respect me and admit that I am more suitable to be the leader of this clan than you."
"otherwise."
Chen Ziqi's voice was gentle as he uttered the last word: "Death."
After saying that, he slowly let go.
Watching the wine jar fall, it was like a death knell.
If he wanted to survive, Chen Zilong could only pick up the wine jar before it fell to the ground.
For monks in the Return to Void Realm, this is not a difficult task.
Many tribesmen wearing sackcloth and mourning seemed to have seen the next scene. They all sighed and made hand gestures.
If the clan leader is still alive, there may still be a chance.
But the other party's death is unclear, so the two of them can only rely on their own methods.
Obviously, Chen Ziqi has demonstrated his strength by being able to block many tribesmen in the hall for a month with his own strength.
But what no one expected was.
For the third time, the sound of the wine jar breaking was heard in the hall.
Chen Zilong looked at the wine splattering all over the ground indifferently, and then his eyes fell on his brother. He closed his eyes, hiding the murderous intention in his eyes, and said softly: "The Chen family doesn't want the place you conquered. How much strength do you have?
The Chen family doesn’t care.”
"You take your Yangguan Road, and I'll take my single-plank bridge. The Chen family's small temple cannot accommodate a giant Buddha like yours."
"please."
As Chen Zilong spoke, he slowly raised his palm and made a gesture of chasing away guests.
Seeing this response, Chen Ziqi was silent for a moment, and then a smile finally appeared on his lips: "You picked it yourself, don't blame me."
As he spoke, the long robe on his body did not move in the wind.
"This coffin today is just right for burying you."
In an instant, the rippling blue Dao Palace emerged from between his eyebrows, blocking the view outside the hall. It was four stories high and filled with two touches of spiritual energy.
The two-story spiritual palace, even among the seven Nanhong sons, is close to the threshold of becoming a direct descendant.
"I only regret that I didn't kill you with my own hands."
Chen Zilong laughed at himself and suddenly clenched his palms. However, in front of his younger brother, his withered face looked unconvincing no matter how ferocious it was.
"Then I have to thank you."
Chen Ziqi suddenly pinched the magic formula, but just halfway through, he frowned and looked back outside the hall.
In the faint sound of footsteps.
A young man with a handsome face and a black shirt came slowly, followed by four monks with good temperament.
He walked into the hall leisurely, ignoring everyone.
Walked up to the brothers.
"..."
Chen Ziqi instinctively made way for him, and then watched helplessly as the young man passed him, walked up to the main seat, and sat down on the chair that the two brothers had been fighting for for many years.
Shen Yi patted the hem of her clothes gently, leaned on the back of the chair, supported her chin with one hand, and glanced calmly below.
Immediately, his calm voice rang out in the hall: "What's the matter? Let's talk about it."
Since he is collecting money from members, Shen Yi has quite a lot of experience.
"..."
The other four people stood below and looked at each other quietly.
Zheng Qian withdrew his gaze, raised his eyebrows, and said through a message: "Is he really just out of Nanyang Sect? He is more stable than your father."
Liu Qianyun's eyes were also full of suspicion.
She had seen Shen Yi's gentle side, and also seen his murderous side, but she still didn't expect that he had a temperament that she couldn't guess.
"He used to be the head catcher of Baiyun County...the commander-in-chief of Qingzhou...the inspector of Daqian...the demon king of Thousand Demons Cave..."
Ye Wenxuan sighed in her heart, suddenly feeling like she was signing up for a dish.
Including Yan Wencheng, the remaining three people fell silent at the same time.
Although I have never heard of these forces, the experience sounds really rich, especially the last one, which makes people a little confused.
Is there really a person underneath these names?
"..."
Chen Ziqi stared at the man above him.
I came back to regain my dignity, not to complain to Master Qingtian.
What made him even more dissatisfied was...
The monk who was on the third level of Void Return just now instinctively retreated.
Probably because the few remaining people were wearing Qingyue Sect robes.
The time dragged on for too long, I was too complacent, and the people from Nanhong Seventh Son were still waiting for them.
If you wait until you take over.
I don't mind exchanging pleasantries with these "immortals".
But not today.
The limelight in this palace can only belong to him.
"Sir, Qingyue Sect, this is a household matter of my Chen family. After the son's vessel is dealt with, I will double my tribute this year. You guys are tired from traveling and traveling, so please rest first."
Chen Ziqi raised his hands.
Even when facing the Nanhong Seventh Monk, his words were neither humble nor overbearing.
With his posture and the talents displayed by He Daogong, even the elders of the outer sect would inevitably think highly of him.
Zheng Qian, for example, nodded with satisfaction.
However, Shen Yi just glanced at him casually: "I didn't ask this, I let you speak."
There was no sarcasm in his voice.
But Chen Ziqi's face suddenly turned red. A small repairman used his status to bully others.
If he were not a disciple of the Immortal Sect, with this level of cultivation, he would still be able to point his finger at me?!
"Shangxian! Ziqi has finished taking care of the family affairs first, and then I will tell you about it."
Chen Ziqi suddenly withdrew his palms, his eyes fell on his brother in front of him again, and his whole body suddenly became violent!
A terrifying sense of oppression almost immediately overflowed from the Taoist palace with the overwhelming blue sea.
Even Zheng Qian's expression changed slightly.
Such a small force located in a corner, with negligible resources, could actually have a monk on par with her.
Such talent is enough to be proud of.
Thinking of this, she looked towards Shen Yi, wanting to see what the other party meant.
In this hall, she and Shen Yi are probably the only ones who can stop Chen Ziqi, not even that old dog Shi Puppet.
However, Zongzhu Shen's attitude is too high, so it would be inappropriate to take action now. It would be a bit embarrassing if he fell into a fierce battle.
However, Shen Yi didn't seem to see her questioning eyes.
Still leaning on the back of the chair.
Suddenly, there was silence for a moment, as if everything was stagnant.
Wait until it returns to normal.
Almost everyone held their breath.
The ink shirt on the chair was still fluttering slightly, and the handsome young man's eyes did not even change.
The only thing different between the scenes is the previous one.
Only Chen Ziqi was half-kneeling on the ground, his whole chest collapsed.
His mouth was filled with dark red plasma, his eyes were wide open, staring at the height in disbelief: "You...you..."
"Can we talk now?" Shen Yi raised her eyebrows and looked down.
"Why did the Immortal stand up for him... I don't understand..." Chen Ziqi's face was full of pain and resentment, and there was also a trace of fear. He held blood in his mouth and said unclearly: "When I was kicked out of the house, who would replace me?" I'm in charge, who cares about me..."
"well."
Shen Yi's eyes finally showed some excitement, she pressed her palms and said calmly: "I didn't ask you to talk about this. I asked you to talk about the aquatic aura on your body."
"Now, can you start talking?"
His voice echoed in everyone's ears, but it made everyone's expressions change drastically.
Chen Ziqi stopped crying in anger, looked slightly sluggish, and then stared at him fearfully.
Chapter completed!