From this, it can be inferred that Feng Yi Ju can get two benefits: weakening the Dongyun sects and raising the prison ghosts!
Hell ghosts will suck living creatures, and warm jade is likely formed in this way.
And in the chaotic Dongyun, there was definitely no shortage of captured monks.
If the Qingyuan Sect also had its sights on these captives, then his inference would not be wrong.
The prison ghosts are Feng Yi Ju’s livestock.
Then it shouldn't be a big deal to snatch a batch from Fengyiju, right
Su He divided the water and swam towards the Beast Taming Valley, where there were more disciples and more attractive to the prison ghosts.
Halfway through the journey, a long whistle was heard, and two sword lights flew towards the Hall of Eternal Life.
Taoist Ge kicked open the door of the Changsheng Hall and walked in with Qiao Changlun. There were only Feng Yiju and the scholar in the hall, and they looked at each other.
"Uncle Ge, Uncle Qiao. Was there any accident?" Feng Yiju asked with a bow. There was something wrong with the aura of these two people. Was there any part of them that had been invaded by the prison ghosts
The scholar at the side took a step forward and bowed respectfully: "Master, Uncle Master."
"Get out!" Qiao Changlun glanced at him.
The scholar opened his mouth but didn't dare to speak. He respectfully saluted the three people in the hall, turned around and walked out of the Hall of Longevity, closing the door behind him.
The Hall of Eternal Life has its own mysteries. Once the door is closed, it is difficult for outsiders to see what is going on inside.
The scholar smiled after closing the door. The master and Uncle Ge must have seen a lot and had to come to the headmaster. He no longer had to hide it from the master and get beaten every day.
Well, the leader may have to take another beating.
Awesome.
In the Changsheng Palace, Feng Yiju still looked elegant and refined: "Two uncles, why are you so murderous? Are you going to beat me again?"
He paused and covered his face with his sleeves: "Uncle Master, don't hit me in the face this time!"
Taoist Ge twitched his beard.
Qiao Changlun looked at Feng Yiju and said, "The Sect Master is indeed ambitious, but we are only a thousand years old, very young, and we are not yet unable to move, right? If the sect has a plan, why did it hide it from us? Do you think we can't be trusted?"
Feng Yiju was silent for a moment: "Why do you say that, uncle?"
"Chi Yang!" Ge Laodao spat out a name.
Feng Yiju was startled, with a puzzled look on his face: "Brother Chi, what's wrong?"
Qiao Changlun shook his head and chuckled: "Master, are you afraid that we will cheat you?"
Taoist Ge looked into Feng Yiju's eyes and said leisurely, "Yugui and Nuanyu, if that's not enough, I killed Tianjuemen's Peng Po myself. I'm not so confused that I can't tell the difference between the life and death of my enemies - but I can't tell the difference between the life and death of my own people. Is Ge Hong still alive?"
His voice had become somewhat resentful at the end.
His uncle was indeed not as close as his own master and brother. Ge Hong's father was Ge Laodao's younger brother and also Feng Yiju's master. The two grew up together.
Feng Yi Ju stopped talking.
"Why did you hide it from us?" asked Qiao Changlun.
Feng Yiju smiled and shook his head: "To be honest, the elders allow me to take the entire Qingyuan Sect on an adventure? To be honest—" He looked at Ge Laodao.
"Master uncle loves wine. After drinking, he can preach to the turtle for three days. How do you know that he won't leak the news?"
Taoist Ge opened his mouth wide, looking as if he had been hit in the sore spot. He wanted to refute but didn't know how to say it. He could only hum and mutter something confusing like "divine beast" and "dragon turtle".
He looked at Qiao Changlun again: "To be honest, are you guys supposed to be acting out a sixty-year play?"
Qiao Changlun didn't say anything.
After a moment of silence, he asked, "Why do you have to do this? The Qingyuan Sect guards these three thousand Qingyuan Mountains and the ten thousand miles of Qingyuan territory. Isn't it good to live a good life?"
There was a flash of struggle on Feng Yiju's face, and after a while he said, "Do you two uncles know where the prison ghost came from?"
Ge Laodao frowned: "Hasn't it been there since ancient times, and was discovered by us three hundred years ago?"
Feng Yiju shook his head: "The Prison Ghost Space is a special space. I accidentally entered it three hundred and fifty years ago, but at that time, the Prison Ghost Space was under the Fulong Prison of Taibai Temple!"
Feng Yiju sneered and touched the red crown of the bronze crane next to the headmaster's throne: "Whoever holds the leading position in Dongyun Mountain will have a Prison Ghost Space appear. Do you two uncles know what this means?"
The two of them were panting. Nuanyu came from the Hell Ghost. Nuanyu was only found in the Ten Great Immortal Sects...
Xuantian Gate!
"Life and death are in the hands of others. How dare Uncle Qingyuan not resist?"
Ge Laodao opened his mouth and said, "There's no need to hide it from me!"
"All of you uncles have served as the head of a sect, but you kept it a secret from me, didn't you?"
Qiao Changlun waved his hand: "What are you going to do next? Release the prison ghosts. Qingyuan has lost more than 700 disciples in just one day!"
This was not a fake death like Ge Hong's. He was really being sucked alive by the prison ghost right under his nose.
Feng Yiju looked at the gate of Changsheng Palace and said: "Among the 700 people, more than 130 are true Qingyuan disciples, and the rest are spies from various sects."
Even though there was a large mountain protection formation in place, and every effort was made to ensure that every Qingyuan disciple had a golden pagoda, casualties were still inevitable in the chaos.
"More people will die in the Qingyuan Sect next!" Feng Yiju's tone was gentle, but murderous intent was in his heart.
Qiao Changlun narrowed his eyes, as if thinking about something.
Feng Yiju turned to Ge Lao and asked, "Uncle Master, how do you know that the Hell Ghost can produce the Warm Jade?"
On the Xiangshui River, Su He suddenly jumped out of the water, looked at the Qingyuan disciples being chased by the Hell Ghosts on the shore, and roared fiercely: "Roar! How dare you, the evil beast, hurt my Qingyuan disciples!"
With a roar, the waves swept the huge dragon turtle towards the shore.
The disciple on the shore struggled to escape. The golden pagoda above his head flickered, and the true energy of the cultivator imprisoned in the golden pagoda was about to be exhausted.
Hearing the shouting from behind, the disciple turned around and saw the divine beast from the sect rushing towards him with the waves. His face flashed with joy, then he was greatly shocked, because there was no golden pagoda on the divine beast!
"Go! Go quickly. The people imprisoned in my golden tower have been exhausted to death and can't protect you. Go!" He was extremely anxious.
"How can a disciple protect a mountain guardian beast?"
Su He opened his mouth and roared: "Roar!"
The divine power radiated out, and the prison ghost chasing the disciple was instantly reduced to ashes. However, the disciple's eyes rolled back and he passed out.
There was still an anxious look on his face.
Su He put away the warm jade, thoughtfully.
The master asked him to save Qing Yuan's fellow disciples, which means he is not afraid of being known about this ability - Nuan Yu has always been from the top ten immortal sects, and the top ten immortal sects are well-informed. The Dragon Turtle's divine power can kill the prison ghost, so he must have known it long ago!
In other words, a dragon turtle appeared in the Qingyuan Sect - when this news spread, everyone else who should know it had already known it.
Then while saving people, it’s not excessive to shout a few righteous words to gain a good reputation, right
Reputation is a good thing, sometimes more useful than swords or money.
I, Longgui, cherish Qingyuan disciples more than myself - warm jade and other things are just a by-product.
The divine power does not distinguish between friend and foe, and the person being rescued may be knocked unconscious, which is a bit troublesome. There are prison ghosts everywhere now, and we can't let him just lie here with his body lying there.
A sailor carried the unconscious disciple, and the huge waves swept Su He towards the inland of Qingyuan Sect.
Outside the Hall of Eternal Life, Taoist Ge looked very proud.
"So it's the mighty power of the dragon turtle!" Feng Yiju nodded. In the past six months, he has collected a lot of information about dragon turtles, even some unique copies in the cultivation world. His understanding of dragon turtles is no longer comparable to what it was six months ago.
I just didn’t know that the Dragon Turtle’s divine power could also kill prison ghosts. This is a surprise.
He chuckled and shook his head.
The dragon turtle has made great progress and has already learned how to make a name for himself.
At this moment, on the Liuguang River connecting Dongyun Mountain to Xuantian Gate, Qiu Hu was feeling a little uneasy.
It is still far away from Xuantian Gate, and the earliest we can arrive is tomorrow evening. We have already used the sect’s special means to send a message to the inside, and explained clearly what happened to Qingyuan Gate.
Unfortunately, the content of the communication was limited, so he could only describe it in a "brief" manner - compared to the rampant prison ghosts, the dragon turtle bloodline possessed by the turtle from the Qingyuan Sect was likely to be very terrifying, so this should be classified as "brief" content, right
If anything is delayed because of this, he won't be punished! It's just that the summons issued by the Foreign Affairs Hall is too bad!
(End of this chapter)