"I've seen Master Changshen." A handsome young man Chu Yu stepped down from the jade chariot, stepping on the white clouds lingering around the jade chariot, and behind him were two beautiful maidservants, Tingting.

As for the middle-aged cultivator Songming Zhenjun in blue clothes, after getting out of the car, he looked at Old Ancestor Wang and his party without making a sound, but nodded towards them.

"I have seen Young Master Chu and True Monarch Songming." The four people behind Old Patriarch Wang bowed to Chu Yu and True Monarch Songming who came down from Yuchao.

"It's only been more than ten years since we left at the Xifeng meeting. Young master Chu has already cultivated to the late stage of foundation establishment. At the age of young master Chu, I have only just established a foundation. It really makes me feel ashamed." Wang Patriarch stepped forward One step, approached, and said slowly.

"It's just that the ancestors took a fancy to it, and Chu Yu was lucky enough to build the foundation. How can I get into the eyes of the true king. This time I came to Zhengyangzong, but I followed the order of the ancestors, and the true king must have known it. , I don’t know if Zhenjun has brought something?” Chu Yu said calmly.

He understood that Fang Yuanying Zhenjun was looking at the face of his ancestor, Venerable Xifeng, otherwise no matter how talented he was, as long as his strength did not reach the Yuanying stage, he would not be qualified to be equal to the opponent.

In the land of Nanzhou, there have been so many geniuses from ancient times to the present, but it is not known how many have fallen.

Old Ancestor Wang stretched out his hand with a smile on his face, and an apricot-yellow sword box appeared in his hand. He opened the box and said to Chu Yu, "Young Master Chu, this is my Zhengyang Sect from Wanjian Gate. The inherited treasured sword that I obtained, please return to Young Master Chu's subordinates."

The apricot-yellow sword case, with a hazy aura, slowly flew from Patriarch Wang's hand to Young Master Chu, and landed in his hand. Chu Yu opened the sword case and looked at the rusty sword. Jianmen inherits the sword, and saw that there was a golden storage bag beside the sword. He didn't have any surprises on his face, and he already understood the meaning of Wang Patriarch. Putting on the sword box, he said to Patriarch Wang:

"What does Zhenjun want to know, if there is something I don't know, then Chu can't do anything about it!"

"I don't know if Young Master Chu knows what Li Jingqing used to convince Venerable Xifeng." Patriarch Wang pondered for a while and asked through voice transmission with his spiritual sense.

Chu Yu didn't reply, he shook his head. Venerable Xifeng only told him to come to Baimang Mountain, collect the six inherited swords from Wanjianmen, and bring them back to Xifeng Pavilion. Venerable Xifeng didn't say much about other things, so Chu Yu naturally didn't know!

"Then I don't know what the Venerable's attitude towards Zhengyang Sect is?" Patriarch Wang also knew in his heart that things that Venerable Xifeng would like were extremely precious. Although Chu Yu was the most beloved descendant of Venerable Xifeng, But it's normal not to know, he just asked out of luck.

"Changshen Zhenjun, please rest assured, what is the identity of the old ancestor, how could she interfere with the trivial matters of your seven sects of Baimang Mountain!" How could it catch her eyes? If Venerable Xifeng really wanted to take action against Baimang Mountain, the destruction of the six Zhengyang Sect sects in the mountain would only take a day or two.

After hearing what Chu Yu said, Patriarch Wang relaxed a little.

Seeing Patriarch Wang's appearance, Chu Yu handed the sword box to the maidservant behind him, clasped his fists at Zhenjun Changshen and said, "Then Chu Yu won't bother you any more."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and stepped on the jade wheel.

Old Ancestor Wang didn't make a sound to persuade him to stay. He watched the other party put away his long sword with deep eyes, and then he rode on the jade wheel. After a flash of light, he disappeared.

He turned around and looked at Liang Cheng and the others, "You guys go back to the main hall of the sect first, and you have been helping me for a long time. I will go to the Yuran Mountain Bingling Mine to have a look and see what happened!"

"It's an eventful autumn!" Patriarch Wang sighed in his heart.

"Yes, please be careful, Old Ancestor." Liang Cheng and the others also knew the gap between themselves and the Nascent Soul cultivator. They didn't try their best, and insisted on going with Old Ancestor Wang. It was only a hindrance when they went. It's better to go back to the sect and help the head of the sect to preside over the formation.

"Yes." As soon as Old Ancestor Wang finished speaking, his figure stayed away from the spot. A moment later, the phantom left by Ancestor Wang dissipated in the strong wind, and Liang Cheng and the others turned back, facing Zhengyang Feng flew away.

Old Ancestor Wang flew towards the Bingling Mine against the wind, not only because of Xie Ping's death, but also for the sake of the Zongmen Spirit Mine, he had to figure it out, otherwise the whole Zongmen was in panic, how could it be maintained have to go down. He, Wang Shen, took over the Zhengyang sect from his master Zhengyang Zhenjun, and it has been nearly a thousand years since then.

He also understood that even if he used up all the savings of the sect, no matter how he practiced, he would never reach the stage of distraction in this life. Now all Wang Shen's obsessions are with the Zongmen. He hopes that the Zongmen will produce a new Nascent Soul monk early to help him a little. As for the ancestors of the Zongmen, what status is respected, at his age I have already seen through.

He sighed, the spiritual light on his body became stronger, his speed increased a little, and he disappeared in a blink of an eye!

The Bingling lode outside Yuran Mountain was originally just a small moiré iron mine, not worth much, but when the ice spirit stone was discovered from the bottom of the moiré iron mine, it became the Zhengyang sect. The three factions of Xuanhuomen, Xuanhuomen, and Qiyunzong must fight for the place, and the last three factions compromised with each other and divided up the cloud pattern iron mine. But in the final analysis, it is Zhengyangzong who suffers.

The middle-aged red-browed Patriarch of Xuanhuo Sect and the sackclothed old man of Qiyun Sect joined forces to force each other, no matter how unconvinced Wang Patriarch was, he could only suffer this dull loss.

But the other two, one took out the Tassel Nebula Iron, and the other took out the Qingtian Lotus Jade Root as compensation. Seeing the face of these two treasures, he felt a little more at ease.

Ever since Zhengyangzong, Xuanhuomen, and Qiyunzong divided up the Ice Spirit Mine in Yuran Mountain and set up formations, the nearby casual cultivators gradually knew that it was not something that casual cultivators like them could get close to, otherwise they would be killed. The patrolling monks of the three sects found out and were regarded as spies. There was no reason to kill them, let alone think that someone could help them out.

But at this time, two or three miles away from the Zhengyangzong Ice and Snow Scene Formation, there is a small mountain with lush forests and green peaks.

Looking down from the sky, if the monks hadn't released their spiritual consciousness, all they could see with their naked eyes were the emerald green branches and leaves, three casual cultivators dressed in green robes, who almost blended in with the surrounding environment, each with a A yellow talisman restrained the breath on his body. When sticking the Hidden Qi Talisman, the three of them didn't even dare to use low-level spells such as light body technique, for fear that the aura fluctuations caused by the spell would break the efficacy of the Hidden Qi Talisman, thus attracting the Zhengyang Sect to patrol monk.

"Zhang Pockmarked, have you arrived yet?" A younger-looking monk asked in a low voice to a pockmarked ugly man in front of him. panic.

"Zhang Mazi!" Zhang Mazi didn't respond. The young Sanxiu wanted to lower his head, but found that he was motionless, only a pair of eyeballs were left. He tried his best to look forward. The two fellow casual cultivators, like him, stood still.

In front of them, a woman in a palace dress walked in front, and a monk wearing a white jade hair crown took a step behind and followed behind. walked over.

After the two walked by, the three of them loosened their shackles, and when Zhang Pocky and Chen Erniang looked panicked, they patted their chests with their hands to calm down the panic in their hearts, and that Zhang Mazi and Chen Erniang muttered One sentence, "Where did the old monster come from!"

The younger cultivator became more active, and when he heard the complaints of the two, his face turned pale with fright, and he suddenly turned towards the direction where the two disappeared, bent his knees, knelt on the ground with a bang, and knocked heavily. There were three beeps.

When the young monk kowtowed, Zhang Pocky and Chen Erniang's eyes darkened, their bodies softened, and they fell to the ground with two bangs. The young monk turned his head to look, and the panic in his eyes became stronger. , Knocking his head more than a dozen times in a row, knocking out a pit in the ground.

"Your Majesty is merciful." Li Jingqing, who had already walked down the hill, said to Venerable Xifeng with a smile.

"As people get older, they are less murderous. I am happy to give them a chance for polite juniors. Maybe they will be equal to us one day." Venerable Xifeng said kindly.

Li Jingqing smiled without saying a word, the other party didn't say that he had become a Distraction Venerable, it would be nice to be able to build a foundation.

Half an hour later~lightnovelpub.net~ This young casual cultivator turned his head to look at the two fellow casual cultivators who had already passed away. stand up.

Venerable Xifeng brought Li Jingqing, and under her leadership, the two of them regarded the ice and snow scene formation as nothing, and walked into the formation. Her vicissitudes of life flashed a pale golden aura, and they looked around the huge area. Behind the Bingling Mine, with a smile on her face, she said to herself: "Friend Xuanshan, I have found you."

In the main hall where the ice spirit mine is located, there are eighteen blood-colored coffins placed in the hall, a monster with two horns on its head, and a monster with black scales all over its body. For some reason, only one hand and one foot are left on its body. .

He was casting a spell to put a female corpse, which was still warm, into the dark green bubbling corpse liquid in the coffin.

Beside the monster, an old man in a cloth robe sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, turning a blind eye to what was happening in front of him.

Xie Ping, who had died from exhaustion, slowly submerged her whole body into the dark green bubbling corpse liquid, and within a few breaths, the green liquid covered her face.

When she sank, the one-armed, one-legged black-armored monster with its five claws bent slightly, and the blood-colored coffin lid next to it closed silently. After finishing these things, the monster turned towards Xuanshan who was sitting cross-legged. The venerable grinned, showing his big mouth with criss-crossed teeth, "Thank you, Senior Xuanshan, for your great help, otherwise, Xuanmu, I wouldn't be able to gather the remaining twelve corpse liquids."

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