The blue sky is quiet and the wind and waves are calm.
There was only a light rain, and the faint sound of the dragon's roar fell on Nanshui Land.
Starting from the Baohua Sect at the junction of Xihong and Nanhong, all the way to the Seven Immortal Sects in the border areas, everyone saw the rain.
Not long ago, many monks and souls who had felt panicked because they saw the huge yellow poisonous dragon rolling and fighting in the clouds were now staring at the sky with blank expressions.
"Gudong."
The two sect leaders of the Moving Mountain Sect stood side by side. The younger one turned his head and looked around, opening his mouth but not knowing what to say.
Old Man Huang was silent for a long time, then grabbed the other person's arm and said sternly: "Block Nanhong!"
That's ridiculous.
He was already prepared to participate in a brutal fight. After all, no monk in Hongze had ever tried to actually destroy a dragon palace.
It is already good to be able to save one's life under the hands of these dragons. If one can live with a little more dignity, it will already prove one's strength.
Even the Infinite Dao Emperor Sect can only barely compete with Beilong Palace.
Like the Seven Sons of Nanhong, those who were able to suppress Nanlong Palace and had a short-term hegemonic status were only one example of the Four Floods.
But Sect Leader Huang never thought that this war, which was likely to affect the two water and land areas of Xihong and Nanhong, would be over before it even started.
Once the seven Nanhong sects were ready to take action, Nanlong Palace, which seemed to be on par with the seven sects, was actually unable to fight back at all and was completely slaughtered.
It gave him an unreal feeling like a dream.
It turns out that Sect Leader Shen arranged for the two of them to wait at Baohua Sect because of this... The location of Banshan Sect and Baohua Sect happened to be able to completely block what happened in Nanhong here and prevent it from leaking out.
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"Master Baohua, I'm done with your work."
The two mountain-moving sect leaders reacted very quickly and raised their hands towards the old woman.
"I understand."
Baohua Sect Master gently patted her apprentice on the shoulder, seemingly to comfort him, but in fact she was covering up the shock in her own eyes that had not faded for a long time.
Only a monk like her who knows the seniors of the seven sects very well can understand that what happened today is absolutely impossible for those seniors to do. This resolute and resolute behavior is completely inconsistent with the character of the leader of Lingyue Sect.
This can also explain why the Seven Sects had no communication with the Baohua Sect before taking action.
And among the monks who fought against the Southern Dragon King in the clouds before, there was only that figure in black robes.
"Sect Master Shen..."
Baohua Sect Leader looked in the direction of the Seven Sects in awe.
I thought of the rumors I had heard while chatting with Xuan Qing. It was said that when Sect Master Shen left the Nanyang Treasure Land for the first time, he was covered in demon blood. The group of people following behind him had low cultivation due to many factors, but they all
It is the temperament of a dragon and a phoenix among people.
However, these people respect him as a god.
It wasn't until he actually experienced something similar that Baohua Sect Master understood the mood of that group of people at that time.
After the Seven Sons Conference, under the care of herself and Xuan Qing, Sect Leader Shen took a day's rest. At first, she thought it was a little funny why this young monk who had not yet become a disciple was so worried.
Only now do I know what terrible things the other party hides in his heart.
Perhaps only this kind of existence can really get an explanation for the Nanyang tragedy caused by Xuan Qing's incident?
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The desolate white jade dragon pillars guard a southern sun.
On the broad and flat welcoming platform, there used to be only a wooden body sitting cross-legged for 100,000 years. Although it is a little more lively now, after all, the Nanyang Sect has a weak foundation and cannot participate in too many things. In addition, the atmosphere in Nanhong has been tense recently, so
Only two or three figures would pass by occasionally.
Today is different.
All the disciples of the Seven Immortal Sects came out. Even the outer disciples in the Qi Training Realm were curious and flocked towards the outside of the magic circle, not to mention the elders and deacons.
All of a sudden, there was a huge crowd of people, all kinds of precious phantoms soared into the sky, and many figures covered the mountains and rivers.
What brought them together here was just the seemingly ordinary drizzle and the dragon's roar that suddenly echoed before.
"Some... it's too sudden."
Liu Shiqian stood quietly in front of the crowd. He was already the most stable among everyone, and his cultivation was also the only strong one in the Hedao realm besides the seven sect masters.
But at this moment, the thin body wrapped in a long gown was still trembling slightly.
"I thought you were used to it."
Liu Shiqian suddenly heard a humble voice in his ears. He looked sideways and looked at the person coming with a little surprise.
This Taoist disciple of the Tianjian Sect, who was known for his arrogance, actually used honorifics towards himself.
Su Hongxiu gave a complicated smile: "After all... if it weren't for you back then, Sect Master Shen's opinion of us would have been extremely bad."
The Dragon King was seriously injured and fell into the water, and then the world changed.
They all saw how ferocious and cruel the tall figure in ink robes was.
With such shocking strength, if he can kill the Dragon King, he can also kill others.
The other party has never shown such a side to the Seven Nanhong Sects, and most of this is due to Elder Liu in front of him.
Daozi came over one after another, including the White Witch of the Qingyue Sect, and they all bowed to Liu Shiqian in silence.
"..."
Liu Shiqian waved his hand and was about to speak, but suddenly sensed something and cast his eyes to the sky again.
I saw the three land realm sect leaders headed by Deng Xiangjun emerge together, not showing themselves as shadows, but standing solemnly in front of the seven sects, looking at the end of the water in the distance.
Immediately after, two more figures quickly came over.
With the support of Qi Yansheng, Ye Jiu tried hard to keep his figure upright, but both the broken robe of the sect leader and the horrific injuries all over his body showed how bad his condition was.
As the most powerful sword in the Seven Sects, he should not show weakness to others.
After all, this will cause unnecessary panic.
But at this moment, all the sect leaders seemed not to care about this at all.
This can only explain one situation, that is, Nanhong has no use for this sword.
The evil enemies in front of you will be wiped out, and there is no need for a sharp blade to frighten you.
Seeing this, the elders and disciples all saw something, and took advantage of the situation to verify the extremely absurd guess in their hearts. As a result, everyone's hearts began to rise and fall in unison.
For a moment, the only sound left in the seven realms was the sound of heavy breathing.
Until at the end of the sky, a stream of light finally appeared.
As the only female sect leader among the seven sects, and with such a cold and celestial appearance, Ji Jingxi always attracted everyone's attention whenever she showed up.
But at this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on her side.
At the Seven Sons Conference, the young monk wore a Nanyang white robe and calmly stepped onto the heavenly steps until he sat on the throne. He was supported by six Hedao realm experts. Some people still questioned his identity as the sect leader.
It took Liu Xingshan's life to convince the public.
Nowadays, Shen Yi is wearing a blood-stained ink shirt, her hair is messy, and she even looks a little embarrassed.
But when he lowered his eyes and doubts came over him, everyone subconsciously lowered their heads.
"call."
The moment he saw the other person, Qi Yan let out a long sigh, and his hanging heart finally relaxed.
He suddenly took a step forward and clasped his fists first: "Welcome, Master Nanyang!"
Including Ye Jiu, the remaining sect leaders raised their palms in unison.
In an instant, many figures scattered across the mountains and blue sky expressed their excitement with flushed faces: "We welcome the Nanyang Sect Master!"
Shouts rang through the sky.
Ji Jingxi stood quietly behind Shen Yi and glanced at him curiously.
It was found that this handsome young man's expression was as usual, and only by careful observation could one notice that his body was slightly tense.
This small detail made Ji Jingxi slightly stunned for a moment.
It was only then that she finally saw a trace of a young man in Shen Yi. It turned out that apart from being cruel and vicious, he also had such an interesting side hidden in him.
"Do we need to call them together to discuss what to do next?"
Ji Jingxi slowly moved closer to the front and brought up business, hoping to attract Shen Yi's attention.
After all, according to the other party's habits, there is a high probability that Shen Yi will directly return to Nanyang Sect, but now Shen Yi's identity is different from before. This time in Nanyang, even if he stays for a moment longer, it will be a huge encouragement to the seven sects.
She used the word "summon".
But even the proudest Ye Vulture did not express any objection to this, but felt that it was natural.
The path of spiritual practice is never based on age.
No matter in every aspect, Shen Yi has already surpassed the older generation of monks like them.
"No, I haven't figured it out yet. Let's take a look and talk about it later."
Shen Yi shook her head and stepped into the treasured land of Nanyang in full view of everyone.
Ji Jingxi was left standing there blankly.
You haven't thought about it yet, let's take a look?
Anyone else would definitely think that this was Shen Yi's excuse, maybe because she couldn't trust herself and others, but Ji Jingxi felt inexplicably... what the other party said seemed to be true.
Almost everyone felt that this was a big move that Sect Leader Shen had already planned.
Otherwise, how could it be so flawless and flawless?
In the end, it was just a helpless move by the other party to take one step at a time?
Ji Jingxi did not underestimate Shen Yi because of this. Instead, she felt that the young man was becoming more and more terrifying. In addition, she felt a little heartbroken.
This helpless act can show how much pressure Sect Leader Shen is under.
The kind of caution that carries the lives of tens of thousands of people, as if they are on top of an abyss, with only a thin rope under their feet and not even taking a wrong step, is something that ordinary people cannot endure.
Thinking of this, Ji Jingxi raised her eyes and looked forward.
Even though Shen Yi had returned to Nanyang Sect, many monks were still staring at the reception desk with excitement and awe, refusing to leave for a long time.
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The treasure land of Nanyang, the main hall on the top of the mountain.
Shen Yi sat in the palace, like a wild beast returning from hunting, silently licking its wounds.
Compared with the previous bustle, he enjoyed this hard-won tranquility even more.
Only the clearest thoughts can prevent yourself from making mistakes.
Now I finally have Nan Hong's spiritual energy of heaven and earth in my palm, but there is still a long way to go before I can fight against the immortals.
And there's only one chance.
If it fails, Immortal Hongze will definitely report back to the Immortal Court that he has such a weird method of stealing immortal power.
Shen Yi now has no knowledge of the so-called Immortal Court, and is not sure how those beings who are above and overlooking the human world will view what happened to her.
But he is used to thinking about the worst in everything.
"You can only win, you can't lose."
Shen Yi murmured to herself and started to kill the Southern Dragon King, which meant that there was no room for change in this matter.
Thinking of this, not only was there no fear in his eyes, but they became deeper and calmer. Only a trace of ripples was hidden deep in his pupils, which was a vague murderous intention.
He had other options.
For example, let Qinghua go to Xianting to investigate first and pave the way for himself.
But when the Great Immortal Hongze "welcomes" Qinghua back to Beihong, one of them must die in Hongze.
boom--
The huge dragon corpses turned into rivers of blood all over the sky. The sons and grandsons of these dragons from the Southern Dragon Palace all turned into the purest blood and poured into the sea of ​​consciousness between Shen Yi's eyebrows.
Ke Shisan had already stood up from the throne.
It opened its arms to welcome the power of the entire clan.
Sure enough, as the first branch hall master to follow his master, how could the other party treat him badly?
"roar!"
Under the intense burning sensation, Ke Shisan couldn't help but let out a deafening roar!
Apart from a few Hedao realm dragons and many dragon grandsons of Bai Yujing, the invincible Nanlong King in the late Heaven realm is the most precious tonic.
The powerful demon power raged in the Ten Thousand Demons Palace, turning into a scarlet storm.
Pushing Ke Shisan's realm to an unprecedented peak.
"Isn't this enough?"
Shen Yi felt the changes in Ke Shisan and raised her eyebrows slightly.
The threshold from the late stage of Heavenly Realm to perfection is so difficult to cross. No wonder the Southern Dragon King has not been able to completely take this step after a hundred thousand years.
But in addition to these delicacies, Shen Yi also had many fly legs on his hands.
Dragon nature is inherently lustful.
The most loyal guards of the dragon sons and grandsons more or less carry the blood of the Yellow Evil Poison Dragon, but it's just more mixed.
Shen Yi carefully peeled them off to help him, the master of the East Palace, take the final step!
"I declare that I am willing to use my broken body for thousands of lives to protect our Lord's supreme Dharma forever!"
Amidst a desolate chant, light emerged from Ke Shisan's eyes.
Without the blessing of dragon energy, you will successfully reach the perfection of heaven!
But the changes haven't stopped yet.
Under the infusion of the demonic origins that Shen Yi gathered one after another, the remaining two million years of demon life passed quickly. Dozens of demon souls were reshaped one after another, flesh and blood gathered together, and a Zunzhen Stone flew into the East of Ten Thousand Demons. temple.
It made the already rich black energy even more terrifying.
Many dragon clan demon generals have all awakened, and among them, many of the same clan have successfully reached the realm of harmony, at least six or seven.
Following the West Hall, the things nurtured in the East Hall also began to flourish.
"call."
Shen Yi finally understood why others said Nanhong was barren.
He had already acquired most of the resources, but in exchange he only got a perfect Heaven Realm stone, which was not even enough to break through to the middle stage of the Heaven Realm.
Fortunately, this kind of background is enough for me to return to Xihong. Even Beihong is not impossible.
Shen Yi looked inside.
He quickly took over the Golden Body Dharma.
When he opened his eyes again, there was a misty mountain in his sight.
There is a fairy palace among the clouds.
Under the leadership of Black Dragon and Wuliangdao Emperor Sect.
Shen Yi controlled the Prison Suppressing Golden Body and walked step by step to the entrance of the Immortal Palace. Then he saw a figure shrouded in pure air, sitting high on the stairs.
The other person's face was not very clear, and his approximate age could not be determined.
On the corners of the clothes that are as white as snow, there are flowing clouds embroidered with green silk, which are like living creatures, slowly swaying.
"My dear friend, I am so happy to see you today."
The man raised his hand slightly and spoke with a smile.
In an instant, the same order rang in the minds of Black Dragon and the Wuliang Dao Emperor Sect.
The next moment, they all turned around in order, and ropes like golden streamers were suddenly tied to Shen Yi's body, and the talismans were tightly attached to his forehead and limbs.
"..."
Shen Yi did not struggle, but looked up silently.
Immortal Hongze seemed a little surprised by his reaction, but he didn't care. He just stood up slowly and chuckled: "I will use your merits. When I return to heaven, I will sing your name a thousand times in my heart to express my gratitude." Affection."
Chapter completed!