The Palace Master was rocking in his chair, thinking to himself that it was not just 60%.
If the dragon turtle has a 60% chance, Qingyuan Sect will raise the chance to 100% even if it sells everything it has. And for a dragon turtle that can pray to heaven and earth at the age of three or four, does it matter whether it can awaken the bloodline of a divine beast
He alone exceeds this value.
In the myriad worlds, there are not so many mythical beasts, but there are dozens or even hundreds of them in each world. However, not every mythical beast has the opportunity to reach the status of the Azure Dragon of Xuantian Sect. They are not that famous.
The Azure Dragon of Xuantian Sect and the Vermillion Bird of Vermillion Sect are also top-notch existences among the mythical beasts.
But having 60% to 70% bloodline means that the turtle has some of the true power of a dragon turtle. For example, its divine power can kill hell ghosts!
Xuantian’s trump card for controlling Qingyuan Sect was greatly weakened.
The hall master waved his hand, and Qiu Hu felt relieved, bowed, and walked away.
"Does Rujin know the news?" asked the palace master.
An old servant dressed as a butler appeared behind him and bowed, "Master, Master Jin has already learned that he has asked Masters Huo Rong and Mu Tong to go to Dongyun in person."
The hall master frowned slightly: "I remember that the two of them are communicating with soul beasts?"
The soul beasts that Xuantian Sect assigned to the Heaven-Stepping Realm were all of the fourth or fifth grade. Soul beasts of the fourth and fifth grades could no longer be like first-grade soul beasts, which could be integrated into one by the contraction and release of the mind.
Soul beasts have spirits. People choose soul beasts, and soul beasts also choose people. They will only submit if their temperament and character are compatible. You can't force it. These two have been in the Heavenly Realm for less than a hundred years, and their soul beasts have not yet settled down. If they go out and kill, they will have to start all over again when their aura changes. It's not worth it.
The housekeeper said, "Master Jin has reminded you two that if there is any change in Qingyuan, there is no need to kill indiscriminately. One of you can stop Madam Su of Qingyuan Sect, and the other can kill Feng Yiju, and then bring back the dragon turtle. If it is still under control, stay and monitor it, no need to intervene, just take it as a break."
The hall master smelled the chicken soup in the casserole and added two pieces of charcoal to the fire: "Let Long Kui go too. Even a lion fighting a rabbit should go all out."
As far as he knew, the lady from Qingyuan Sect who had reached the Heavenly Stage was not there. Even with three Heavenly Stage masters, they were enough to crush Dongyun and deal with any unexpected events.
It's a pity for Madam Su. If she was born in Xuantian Sect with such talent, she would have become a genius and might even have a chance of becoming the head of a lineage.
"Let Tiance Palace calculate Su Huanian's position and see if he can be recruited into Xuantian."
The butler bowed and replied: Yes!
The Lord of the Palace seldom uses divination—in fact, all powerful people seldom use divination. Fate is the most difficult to predict, and the result of a calculation may change just because of a fly. If you can calculate it, others can also change it, or even turn the tables.
It is said that in ancient times, all the powerful were proficient in divination and deduction, and some mortals could even deduce the affairs of the immortals. But now, for some reason, deduction has long been abandoned, as if the secrets of heaven are obscured and cannot be predicted.
It is OK to predict the fortune for mortals, but there are many loopholes in predicting the demon realm, and it is almost impossible to predict the celestial realm.
Only the ten great sects with strong foundations could set up altars and perform rituals, and barely make a test. The consumption of deducing the stepping into the sky once was enough to force an ordinary talented disciple to the demon transformation realm.
That Mrs. Su is worthy, but I don’t know where she is now.
Yaoguang World, Hechuan Tribe.
"Can't calculate?" A cold voice sounded.
Under Su Huanian's feet was a world of ice and snow, with frozen people and frozen beasts...
When she broke out of the formation, she realized that she was in the Yaoguang World. The Hechuan tribe received a reward and wanted to trap anyone who walked out of their ancestral land.
Then it hit her on the head.
For some reason, Su Huanian ended up traveling from the wasteland of Qingcheng Mountain to the Hechuan tribe of the Yaoguang World in the blink of an eye. The Hechuan wasteland and the Hechuan tribe must be connected.
However, even with her level of cultivation, it would take several months for her to use the Liuguang River to return to the Xuanhuang Realm.
She can't wait.
After fighting all over the Hechuan tribe, no one knew how to connect the ancestral land to the Xuanhuang world. I found the cultivator who knew the most about deduction in a radius of 100,000 miles and gathered all the resources of the Hechuan tribe, but the cultivator could not figure out anything.
He couldn't figure out how to return to the Xuanhuang Realm from the ancestral land of Hechuan, nor could he calculate the situation of the dragon turtle.
Su Huanian did not directly predict Feng Yaya's fate. She did not want to tell anyone about her daughter's birth date and destiny. Moreover, her daughter was born in a thunderstorm, which was difficult to predict.
In the Hell Ghost Space, Su He's outer shadow of the mountain began to solidify. I don't know what the stone statue is made of, but it is so easy to absorb, as if it has been refined by someone. The energy contained in it is terrifyingly strong.
In just one day, the mountain shadow had begun to solidify. Su He estimated that the mountain shadow could now withstand a full-strength attack from the Qi Ling realm.
When we went to Wolf King Mountain again, the wind blades of the group of blue wolves couldn’t even make a scratch on the shadow of the mountain.
Feng Yaya had had enough of competing with the projection of the ruins, and now she was curled up in a corner to take a nap. It was too boring here, and the little girl felt bored after playing for a while.
Su He closed his eyes and used all his strength to operate Fushan. The ruins space and the prison ghost space intertwined, so he had this opportunity. It was unknown how long it would take for this intertwining to separate, so he couldn't miss it.
There was a silence in the Qingyuan Sect. Order had only been restored in the past few days, and the laughter of the past was no longer seen. Two thousand fellow disciples disappeared in the past few days, and no one could laugh anymore.
Qiao Changlun and Ge Laodao did not leave the Changsheng Palace and stayed here.
Sitting on the seat of the headmaster, Feng Yiju slowly opened his eyes and woke up from his meditation. He smiled softly, "Xuantian Sect's response was five days later than I expected. My two uncles, please guard the mountain gate. I'll be back soon."
Taoist Ge opened his eyes quickly and asked: "What realm are the people coming? How many people are there?"
Feng Yiju chuckled and said, "Three people in the Heaven-Stepping Realm."
Taoist Ge and Qiao Changlun both changed their expressions. Only people like them who have reached the limit of demon transformation and have been pursuing the realm of stepping into the sky for hundreds of years but still cannot get started, can better understand how terrifying the realm of stepping into the sky is.
The two of them felt as if a huge rock was pressing down on their chests.
"We two will go with you!"
Feng Yiju waved his hand, and a large flag flew out from the Changsheng Palace. He stroked it back and forth in his hand and said, "Don't worry, my two uncles. In Qingyuan, I am invincible!"
He jumped up and left Qingyuan Mountain in the blink of an eye.
In the forest, a man with an ethereal temperament opened his eyes and looked at Feng Yiju who was flying in the air.
"It's been three hundred years since we last met at Taibai Temple. How are you, Sect Leader Feng?"
Feng Yiju shook his head: "I haven't seen you for three hundred years. Fellow Daoist Mu has already reached the Heavenly Realm, but I am still struggling in the Demonic Realm."
Three hundred years ago, when the Taibai Temple, the first sect of Dongyun, was destroyed, Feng Yiju went to investigate and met Mu Tong. The two fought for the treasure of Taibai Temple. Mu Tong relied on his status as a true disciple of Xuantian Sect to humiliate Feng Yiju.
Then, the young and energetic Feng Yiju pressed Mu Tong to the ground and forced him to kneel and beg for mercy. If he had not taken into account the marking ability of the Xuantian Sect's life lamp, he would have killed him at that time.
When they meet again now, one has become the leader of Qingyuan, and the other has become a powerful celestial being, and had entered the celestial realm nearly a hundred years ago.
The gap is hard to explain.
Mu Tong shook his head and chuckled. Fate was playing a trick on him. Feng Yiju's talent was clearly superior to his, but his realm was not as good as his. Joining a good sect was more useful than working hard for a lifetime.
This time he came to Dongyun for Feng Yiju. Luo Rujin, the playboy, still wanted to fight against him in Dongyun.
Who has the time to play with the young master? After entering Dongyun Mountain, he knew that the only person in Qingyuan Sect who was in the Heaven-Stepping Realm was not there at all.
In this case, he separated from Huo Rong directly. Huo Rong went directly to Wuxiang Sword Sect to capture Chi Yang, while he specifically targeted Feng Yi Ju.
Killing people messed up his mind and energy, and the result of a hundred years of harmony with the soul beast was gone in an instant - so what? What does the Heaven-Stepping Realm care about a mere hundred years
"I haven't seen you for three hundred years, and now I'm greeted by Sect Leader Feng as soon as I enter Dongyun. It seems that he is up to no good. Sect Leader Feng, do you know that if you fight me now, it will be a fight to the death? Do you know that two Steppers have come to my Xuantian Sect? Do you know that your backup, Chi Yang, has been specially hunted down by Senior Brother Huorong?" Mu Tong grinned.
Feng Yiju chuckled. Not two, but three. It seems that this Tatian is still as stupid as ever.
He felt a little relieved.
Mu Tong sneered: "If you stay in Qingyuan Sect, you have the rules left by the ancestors of Qingyuan Sect, the Qingyuan formation, and many disciples to help you, so you may be able to fight me. Are you seeking death by leaving Qingyuan?"
Feng Yiju slowly inserted the formation flag in his hand into the ground: "Brother Mu, have you ever heard? Wherever my Qingyuan formation flag is inserted, it is the Qingyuan territory!"
(End of this chapter)