Shadow Sha Dongzhi had never been allowed to enter the Ultimate Immortal Ranking before. Although he was powerful, he was actually over forty years old. Otherwise, he would not have been recognized by the Ultimate Immortal Ranking. But that time, he was inexplicably admitted to the Ultimate Immortal Ranking. , which is a big surprise!
As for Xiaoran, who had always been unknown before, no one knew the origin of the famous person. It was as if he appeared out of thin air, let alone mysterious and unpredictable, which caused people to talk a lot.
For example, among the top twenty on the Mingji Immortal List, three true god disciples have already entered. Is it surprising that the senior brother's promise is not among them? This makes everyone deeply puzzled.
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In the small ruined temple outside the city, three people walked in.
"Haha! Get rich! Get rich!"
Taoist Chu Buqu was counting his spiritual stones, his eyes almost slitted with laughter.
Chu Dongchi sighed on the side. He lost all the three spirit stones he bet on, but his master's nine spirit stones bet increased a thousand times!
"Master, if I had known he would have lent me a spiritual stone, I regret it!" Chu Dongchi patted his head sadly.
"I don't believe him! Haha! He just said that without the determination to make a desperate move, how can you make a lot of money? I am very young, so I will learn from my teacher."
Taoist Chu Buqu shook the spirit stones in the bag loudly. According to the usual practice, the money won from gambling does not need to be handed over to Chu Xiaoqing for safekeeping.
"Wow, Brother Muyu has indeed entered the top twenty. Brother Muyu is so handsome..." Chu Xiaoqing's eyes were shining, still looking like a girl obsessed with her.
Chu Dongchi looked at the list of extremely immortals he picked up and said, "Master, that Xiaoran actually jumped out at that time and quickly reached the sixteenth place. Isn't it too much?"
Taoist Chu Buqu stroked his beard: "That's wrong! That little bastard Xiaoran jumped out, which means that the old guy must have allowed him to come out and cause trouble. No, we can't lose to that old bastard. Where is the ruthless guy?"
"Disciple is here!" Chu Dong stood up slowly, his face serious.
"Give him the fifteenth place. I must rank higher than that brat and make that old bastard mad!" Chu Buqu said.
"Disciple, take the order!" Chu Dongchi said solemnly.
Then he came over again and asked in a low voice: "Master, was I good at Dongzhu that time?"
"Dong! Definitely Dong! He didn't ask for all his belongings that time!"
Chu Buqu shook a bunch of spiritual stones.
"Can he become a shareholder?" Chu Dongchi asked eagerly.
"What should I invest in? Butt?" Chu Buqu glanced sideways at his apprentice.
Chu Dongchi's face was full of frustration. He searched all over his body but couldn't find a single spiritual stone. He was so poor that his jingle "couldn't even ring".
"Master, I will lend him a thousand spiritual stones to encourage him." Chu Dongchi said flatteringly.
"Who told me not to believe him in the first place? I regret it now, it's useless!" Chu Buqu snorted.
Chu Dongchi begged: "Master, if I don't lend it to him, he won't be in the mood to fight. If he doesn't win, won't my spiritual stones be in vain?"
Taoist Chu Buqu slapped Chu Dongchi on the head and said, "How dare I threaten my master? Stop talking nonsense! I beg you to let his spiritual stone go down the drain, and I will wait to be soaked in the pig cage!"
Chu Dongchi's face turned red with fright, and he shook his head: "Master, he promises to get the fifteenth place!"
Chu Dongchi looked a little crestfallen, then showed a flattering smile and came to Chu Xiaoqing's side: "Sister, give me some sponsorship! Master asked for a secret operation in that gambling, he will definitely make a lot of money, okay... "
"Brother Muyu is so handsome..."
Chu Xiaoqing didn't hear what Chu Dongchi was saying at all.
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The power of the Yumeng Demon Clan casts an ever-increasing shadow in the minds of cultivators. The world of cultivation has reached a point where everyone is in danger. Everyone is afraid that when they wake up, they will become the dead souls of the masters of the Yumeng Demon Clan.
If it is clear that the one who can save them is the Triple Palace!
That is the only thought and hope in the heart of every cultivator.
Triple Palace.
There are beautiful buildings and beautiful palaces.
The holy light enveloped a majestic and tall figure. Standing there, he seemed to be in the center of the sky. All the moon, moon and stars were rotating around him, as if a look could make the sky shake and the mountains collapse and the earth crack!
Is this like the newly promoted god who overthrew Jian Yingchenfeng in the Ming Sanlu Continent
Hongjie likes that feeling very much. He likes to control everything in his legs and let the whole world respect him.
But he was very angry when he denied Mingyue.
Even the anger of the people in the Triple Palace seems so sacred. Everyone will think that their anger is not righteous anger, and their killing is not righteous judgment.
He was angry because things that should have been done according to the rules he set had gone wrong.
"There is no news from the five divine envoys?"
The voice of the red world is like a god in the vast starry sky, majestic and solemn.
In front of him knelt a group of people glowing with red light, trembling and afraid to raise their heads.
"Where's the soul power?" Hong Jie continued to ask.
"The Lord is here, but their soul power has not returned." The leader replied in fear.
"Where are the soul powers of Zhuge Xiaosheng and Taoist Yuande?" Hong Jie asked again.
"If the Lord is here, it will be the same situation. The two divine envoys, Zhuge Xiaosheng and Taoist Yuande should be alive."
"They are all alive? The soul power of more than 100,000 people in Dongsha City has not returned. Are they all alive?" Hong Jie asked sharply.
"Lord, forgive me! Because Mu Yu controls a power they don't know that can swallow soul power, so they can't be sure." The kneeling man buried his head low.
The return of soul power is the criterion for judging whether a person is truly dead. The passing of the black and red stone tablet at a point of light means that when a person dies, one person's soul power should return. But I don't know since when, the soul power can no longer be used to accurately determine whether a person is dead.
Because wherever Mu Yu is around, the dead will never leave any soul power behind.
Hong Jie looked at his holy palace, the red light in his eyes flickering. He is the center of the entire world of cultivation. The world of cultivation has respected Jian Yingchenfeng as a god for more than a hundred years. If Mingjian Yingchenfeng has been overthrown by him, will he become a new god? Naturally, he wants to regain control of everything. In his own leg.
He made baked dumplings in order to launch a war, and then used baked dumplings to establish prestige, becoming the only belief of all cultivators. All cultivators, such as Ming, are looking forward to him being able to save the world of cultivation from water and fire.
Such a seamless plan was disrupted by Jian Ying Chenfeng's apprentice.
Not only that, there are many people who come out at night to have sex.
"Where did Liu Er Nian, who was originally ranked sixteenth, get into trouble?" Hong Jie snorted coldly.
"The Lord is here. In the second year of Liu's reign, he was killed by the young man named Xiaoran by the Qishui River. His soul power has not returned."
"Sure enough, Sanzhongtian is secretly hiding some old antiques. Now you can't hold it in anymore. Are you planning to do something about it?"
Hong Jie stood up and stepped on the air. Ripples appeared in the air, like a huge mountain stepping on the hearts of everyone in the East, making them afraid to leave the East.
Hong Jie said to himself. "He originally thought that by keeping those five people, he could make them lose control and lead Yumeng to launch a war. Now it seems that it was a mistake. Jian Yingchenfeng, Jianyingchenfeng, I didn't expect that I would keep a leg. !”
Those who are kneeling do not dare to answer, so they are obeying orders and have no right to make any suggestions.
The long silence seemed to have passed thousands of years, and yet it seemed like it was just a moment.
"Send someone to get rid of all the troublemakers on the Ultimate Immortal Ranking. The nine profound immortals on the Ultimate Immortal Ranking are very important! He doesn't want the top nine to be out of his control."
The red world took one step forward and disappeared.
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Qishui River is a broad river that flows through Qishui City and feeds the land in Qishui City. Qishui City is just a small city. It is located in an extremely remote area. There are no cultivators in it. It is just a city where ordinary people gather.
There is a cliff not far from Qishui City, called Wangfeng Cliff, which is three thousand meters high. From there, you can clearly see all the scenery of Qishui City.
There is a huge watchtower stone on the top of Wangfengya. The stone is very strange. It is more than ten meters wide and high, but the contact point with the ground is less than half a meter. From a distance, it seems that it will be blown down by the wind at any time. Like a cliff.
At this time, the watchtower stone was there, and a young man in blue was walking comfortably, looking at Qishui City in the distance. The cool breeze was blowing the hem of his clothes, free and elegant.
There is a long sword behind him, with the scabbard inserted diagonally into the stone, and a wine gourd hanging on the hilt, fluttering in the wind.
"How did I find him?" The young man in blue asked calmly.
At some point, another figure appeared on the lookout stone.
"He died there in the second year of Liu's reign." Chengyan said calmly.
"He shouldn't have appeared in Qishui City, otherwise he wouldn't have killed him." The young man in blue said.
If you kill someone who has been exiled for two years, you will be indifferent.
"Qishui City is a very magical city. There are very few cities in the world of cultivation where there are no cultivators." Chengyan said.
"What should I do with him?" Xiaoran asked.
"He wants to see my master." Chengyan said.
Xiaoran shook his head: "His master does not want to get involved in the disputes in the world of cultivation."
"If I kill Liu Ernian, the Sanzhong Palace will find out where it is. We want to be able to survive alone," Chengyan said.
Xiaoran looked at the city in the distance: "I was wrong, Bu Nao must kill him because Liu Ernian was eyeing that city."
"Anyone would be interested in a city without cultivators," Cheng Yan said.
Xiaoran nodded: "There is something he is curious about."
"What's up?"
"How far has my cultivation reached?"
The light of the sword flashed and disappeared in the sky, as if nothing had happened.
"Am I red now?" Chengyan asked.
The sword behind Xiaoran was thrust into the stone, and the gourd hanging on the hilt was also gently swaying.
"I am worthy of my words." Xiaoran nodded, then smiled, "I hide it very deeply, and everyone underestimates me."
Xiaoran stood up: "His master asked him to wait for me there and come south if I tell him not to."
The snow eagle flew across the sky and let out a soft cry.