"Your Excellency Rong Lian, what's wrong?"
Qingyunzi, the head of Taiyan Sect, was the first to ask.
"No, there's nothing wrong with that."
The Demon King lazily leaned on the couch, leaning his head on his head, his dark hair spreading like a waterfall on the chair, and he still didn't take his eyes back.
Rong Lian's appearance was flamboyant and wanton, and the demon clan ministers had long been accustomed to it. The inner disciples who had been ordered by their masters in the distance did not dare to take a second look, for fear of losing themselves in that extremely gorgeous appearance. Giving birth to inner demons that shouldn’t be born.
After a long while, he spoke, "That disciple of Xuanyi standing at the head of the team, which branch of the Taiyan Sect is he?"
"Not a disciple." A peak master replied: "Just an ordinary outer disciple."
Exterior doors
Rong Lian's heart became more and more interesting.
For some reason, Rong Lian felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity about this outer disciple, but he couldn't tell what kind of familiarity it was.
There are not many Qi Refining Periods that dare to look directly at the powerful people in the out-of-body period.
The demon emperor's slender fingers were hidden under the wide sleeves of Chu Hongmian's uniform. He tapped the edge of the couch one after another, and raised the corners of his mouth playfully.
Since the other party's eyes stayed on him for an extra long time without covering up, there must be a hint to attract his attention.
This kind of method is more tolerant and more common.
Rong Lian's true form is a nine-tailed demon fox, good at enchantment, and his skin is one of a kind. He can stand out even in the world of cultivation where his appearance is basically good. After he cultivated to the point where he left his body, his charm became more and more freely transmitted and integrated into his bones and blood. Thousands of admirers were attracted by his status and appearance. Many low-level monks would be dazzled and ugly when they saw the radiant light around him.
The appearance and temperament of this Xuanyi disciple were quite in line with his taste. Even the Demon King rarely encounters beings with such outstanding appearance and bearing.
Rong Lian thought casually, and then withdrew his consciousness.
Forget it, the third level of Qi Refining Stage is not worthy of his attention at all.
Others on the cloud heard the Demon King suddenly mentioning an outer disciple, and they were confused for a moment.
Just now, before the demon clan arrived, the leading disciple had also been noticed by the senior officials of Taiyan Sect. Apart from his appearance and temperament, everything else was mediocre and unremarkable.
Everyone did not believe the evil and secretly separated out a ray of spiritual consciousness to investigate again. They were confused and became more and more confused.
What should a disciple at the third level of the Qi Refining Stage pay attention to
The alliance between the Monster Clan and the Taiyan Sect is not an accident. To put it bluntly, it is more like a coincidence.
Half a year ago, the secret realm of Hanyue, which appeared once in a thousand years, appeared again.
Because the Hanyue Secret Realm is a secret realm left behind by the ancient ferocious beast Taotie. Therefore, among the major forces in the world of cultivation, the demon clan attaches the most importance to them.
All the demon cultivators had the idea of being lucky enough to inherit the ancient inheritance of the secret realm, so they actively participated and responded to the call.
Unexpectedly, just after the Demon Clan sent many disciples to the secret realm, the always unpredictable Lord of the Ghost Realm suddenly took action like a thunderbolt. With his seven city lords, he took advantage of the Demon Clan's defenses to be empty. Go straight into the hinterland of the demon clan.
This group of ghost cultivators not only stole the sacred objects enshrined in the demon clan's underground demon tower, but also destroyed the demon clan's land to pieces and seriously injured the demon emperor Rong Lian.
After this attack that shocked the world of cultivation had passed, everyone knew that the Lord of the Ghost Realm had already entered the Mahayana stage from the late stage of leaving the body, and had kept it secret just to catch the demon clan off guard.
This move by Guiyu is tantamount to a slap in the face of the demon clan.
So while Rong Lian was recovering from his injuries, the demon clan envoys contacted Zhengdao led by Taiyan Sect non-stop, extending an olive branch and intending to join forces to eradicate the ghost realm together.
There has been no major war in the world of cultivation for nearly ten thousand years, and all forces have acquiesced to the unspoken rules that have been continued.
Anyway, it's a matter between the demon clan and ghost cultivators, and Zhengdao doesn't want to get involved too much. But when he was about to refuse, he received a message from the ancestor of Taiyan Sect who had been in seclusion for hundreds of years. The content was only four short words - he agreed to form an alliance.
The senior officials of Taiyan Sect looked at each other in confusion.
Patriarch Qingxu is the only one in the world of cultivation who can transcend the tribulation period, and he is the only one in the sect who follows his lead. Even the leader, Qing Yunzi, was just a nodding junior in front of him. When he spoke, the senior management dared not disobey him, so the matter was settled.
Although it was settled, the senior officials of Taiyan Sect were somewhat reluctant.
The demon clan is usually aloof and looks down upon the human monks the most. Although the two clans have never had a war, there have been many frictions.
However, after this incident, the previous turbulent atmosphere in the clouds disappeared. Instead, they started talking and laughing, which was much more harmonious than the previous appearance.
Zong Ci waited below for a long time. After he could no longer feel the detection of his divine consciousness, his high-spirited heart fell back to where it was.
Being possessed by a demon is a taboo in the world of cultivation. Once it appears, it will definitely attract people to surround and suppress it.
Demonic cultivators are basically formed by monks from other paths who became obsessed with the devil and transformed halfway. After ordinary monks become possessed by demons, their personalities change drastically and become extremely cruel. When the path collapses, one can only take the crooked path of killing to prove the path.
However, the strength of demon cultivators is twice that of ordinary cultivators. Fortunately, the fallen demons have obvious physical characteristics and make a lot of noise when they become demons. Therefore, everyone takes advantage of the demon cultivators to be weak during the demonic journey and decisively kills them with the sword to eliminate harm for the people.
In order to save the common people in his previous life, Zong Ci finally sacrificed his life and became a demon.
Under the betrayal and separation of his relatives, his heart was filled with despair. Choose to commit suicide when your mind is about to be swallowed up by demonic thoughts.
The fairy fire burned his body clean.
Zong Ci didn't hold back on committing suicide. Unexpectedly, something went wrong. The soul that was supposed to be reincarnated did not enter reincarnation, but miraculously resurrected a thousand years later.
After his rebirth, Zong Ci specially created a body that was completely different from his previous life in order not to let others know about his resurrection.
If the news that Lingyun Sword Master is not dead spreads, I am afraid that the ending will be the same as in the previous life, where no one believes him and draw their swords one after another. Although Zong Ci said he would let go of his hatred, he didn't want to, let alone have the energy to experience it again.
In this life, he doesn't want to get ahead, doesn't seek glory and wealth, he just wants to live for himself.
Zong Ci calmed down, not wanting to be overwhelmed by his sudden mood swings. His energy and blood attacked his heart, and he vomited a mouthful of blood from his throat.
Scarlet blood dripped from his mouth and feet, dripping onto the plain white ground, blooming into coquettish blood flowers.
"Brother Zong, are you okay?"
The outer disciple standing next to him seemed to be startled, and suddenly turned his head, his eyes full of concern.
The second he saw the outer disciple's face clearly, Zong Ci paused for a moment.
This disciple was the outer disciple who had been very proactive in the past, bringing news, guiding the conversation in the courtyard of the humble house, and encouraging him to come to the theater.
He didn't know why, but Zong Ci still felt that there was a vague sense of disobedience in him even though this man just had a face that was out of place among others.
"Nothing." He folded his fingers and replied calmly.
"But this is making me vomit blood..."
The expression on the outer disciple's face was extremely concerned. He lowered his head and took out a handkerchief from his storage bag and handed it over in a friendly manner: "This is a handkerchief I have never used. If my brother doesn't mind, please wipe it quickly. "
"You take good care of us on weekdays, so don't be polite. Ah, by the way, brother Zong, you still don't know my name. My name is Liu Yuan, and I am also an outer disciple. I live next door to you."
"Thank you for your concern, Brother Liu, no need."
Zong Ci silently glanced at the handkerchief that looked extremely luxurious at first glance, then turned around and took out a piece of coarse cloth from his sleeve.
Seeing the young man in Xuanyi wiping the blood on the corner of his mouth with his handkerchief, Liu Yuan's eyes quickly flashed with a dark light. He didn't show it on his face. Everything was as usual. He put the handkerchief back into the storage bag and put his hands into the wide sleeves of his robe.
Because they were standing at the front, the outer disciples at the back who were immersed in the ink stone competition did not notice this small episode.
At this time, the battle on the stage has reached fever pitch.
On the one side is Qingze, who has become famous among the rookies in the world of cultivation and is vaguely expected to be the leader. He is very strong, but he only took three hundred years to form a pill.
On one side is Dao Zhongxue, the senior brother of Taiyan Sect's Daofeng direct lineage. It is said that he is the most talented disciple of Taiyan Sect after Xuanji Sword Immortal. His elixir formation time is slightly later than that of Three-clawed Green Jiao.
Both Qingze and Dao Zhongxue are very dazzling beings among the younger generation. Although it is a written test that ends with a point-to-point competition, in fact, winning or losing is still related to the appearance of the two factions. Neither side wants to lose, so the battle becomes more intense and all the trump cards are revealed.
It’s just that anyone with a clear eye can see that Dao Zhongxue is at a disadvantage.
When masters compete with each other, as long as life and death are not involved, if you fall at a disadvantage, defeat is certain. However, Xue Zhongxue's body in the sword is so good that it can be traced by ghosts and ghosts, making it difficult for the demon clan to find traces.
Although the fight between the two sides was extremely exciting, according to this development, the fight may last three days and three nights.
After another dodgy exchange, Dao Zhongxue suddenly put the long knife in front of him with his backhand, took off the wine bottle from his waist, and raised his head to take a big sip.
The transparent wine slid from his chin to the knife on his chest, and bits of fire swept across Cheng Liang's knife.
After feeling the fierce sword intent, Qingze on the opposite side also put away his previous impetuousness.
His eyes suddenly turned into vertical pupils that symbolized cold-blooded animals. His arms were gradually covered with blue scales, and his nails were sharp and glowed with a faint cold light.
"It seems like this kid wants to decide the outcome with one move."
Not only the disciples of the two groups who were watching gathered their attention, but the big bosses above the clouds also raised their eyebrows.
After the wine completely burned on the surface of the knife, Dao Zhongxue took a deep breath, fully mobilized her spiritual power, held her breath and concentrated, and pushed forward gently.
"ha-"
Although the range of movement was not large, this move actually used up all the strength of Dao Zhongxue.
Could it be that the sword energy has taken shape? !
The powerful people watching on the cloud looked sideways.
The transformation of energy into form is a sign that high-level monks can become top monks. Even monks with extraordinary talents must cultivate to the Nascent Soul before they can begin to take shape.
And the snow in the sword is just a golden elixir stage!
Along with the hunting fire, the sword energy also spread along with the red flames, gradually separated from the blade, and was exposed in mid-air.
The tip of this sword energy is bright, but the tail end is dull and slightly lacking.
"No, it doesn't count as the transformation of sword energy into shape. At most, it can only be considered half completed."
A demon clan minister took a closer look and showed admiration: "However, the golden elixir stage can simulate the sword energy. Your sect is full of talents!"
The master of Daofeng smiled and stroked his beard, and accepted the polite compliment, "Where is it? It's a lot of praise."