I was forced to control the world of cultivating immortals

"Don't even talk about it. The Yin-Yang Holy Land is pretty bad. With such a chief, I am afraid that the ranking will immediately drop from the bottom three to the bottom one."

"The most happy thing now is that they should be the bottom one, and they will be promoted to the bottom two soon."

"It makes sense. The second-to-last should be very happy. It will soon replace the Yin-Yang Holy Land and be promoted to the third-to-last."

"..."

Thousands of miles away from these more than 30 holy places.

A huge mountain range is suspended above the sea, revealing a fairy mountain.

This fairy mountain is like a dragon floating on the sea.

Stretching and twisting, it occupies hundreds of acres of sea surface.

This is the Holy Land of Oneness.

At that moment.

In a secret room in the Holy Land, a giant is retreating.

Beside him was a big axe.

At a certain moment, the giant seemed to sense something, and suddenly opened his eyes.

"This is... the aura of that master swordsman!"

The giant's heart shook.

He sensed a familiar condensed breath.

but.

This breath is erratic.

As if he doesn't want others to know where he is, it's ethereal.

It is impossible to perceive his position.

"Sword Immortal, you wiped out the Youluo Holy Land last time, and this time you came to the East China Sea Holy Land Group, which holy land are you trying to wipe out?"

The giant thought for a while, feeling at a loss.

But fortunately.

He and this sword fairy had already formed a deep bond at the Sword Discussion Conference in Donghuang.

In this way, it can be regarded as a chicken and a dog ascending to heaven.

"Brother Anger."

A disciple suddenly came to report from outside the door, "The Yin-Yang Holy Land has accepted apprentices for seven consecutive days. As of today, a total of 300 apprentices have been accepted."

"However, what makes people feel unreasonable is that they actually accepted an ant in the condensate state to enter the holy land, and even made him a holy son. It's really speechless."

what?
Anger and sadness froze for a moment.

After a while, he reacted.

It turned out that the sword fairy had become a holy son in the Yin-Yang Holy Land!
Snapped!
A slap suddenly pierced through layers of air, and slapped the disciple hard on the face.

"Ah!"

With a hysterical scream, the disciple flew backwards on the spot.

His figure was like a cannonball, and it hit the wall heavily, instantly smashing a human-shaped crack in the wall.

"Puff puff puff... senior brother Anger, you, why did you hit me..."

"Because you should fight! No matter how low someone's cultivation base is, he is still a holy son, how can you ridicule him?!"

Pulling out this slap, Nu Bei's heart twitched for a while.

but.

He dared not break the matter.

It was in the Eastern Wilderness.

That sword fairy is so low-key, elegant, and doesn't want to show off.

Only when a catastrophe is imminent, will he act brazenly to save everyone.

Therefore, I must not rashly expose other people's identities.

Otherwise offend him.

Even if he has already survived the thunder disaster, he will still be finished.

Immediately.

He took out a piece of rice paper.

With a wave of his hand, a letter landed on the paper.

Done with this.

He summoned another disciple and ordered: "Go, give this letter to the new Holy Son of Yin-Yang Holy Land."

Speaking of which.

He suddenly remembered something, and solemnly warned: "If someone in their holy land asks about this, don't say anything, just say that you are looking for that holy son."

"Also, if the Holy Son doesn't say anything after receiving the letter, don't ask anything, otherwise the consequences will be serious, remember?"

The disciple was puzzled for a while, but still nodded his head: "I remember."

The voice fell.

He turned into a ray of light and fled towards the Yin-Yang Holy Land.

……

Too dry holy land.

The island sits to the west of the Holy Land complex.

It occupies a huge area, with ethereal clouds and countless different appearances.

"Eldest brother, you are out of customs."

"Congratulations, big brother, for leaving the customs."

"Congratulations to senior brother on his great achievement, congratulations!"

At this moment, a group of disciples stood in the Holy Land Hall, cupping their fists.

From the depths of the hall, a young man walked out with a bang.

He is eight feet tall, with a face like a jujube, just like Feng Qingxiao.

Looking around, I saw a majestic aura on his body.

From time to time, the billowing coercion evolves into the appearance of a galloping dragon and tiger, which is extremely powerful.

The moment he walked out, his heart skipped a beat and he stopped abruptly.

He sensed it.

A familiar condensed breath blowing from the east, could not help but change his face.

"Hey, this breath... is that sword fairy who came to the Holy Land of the East China Sea!"

After saying this sentence.

He suddenly realized something and quickly shut his mouth.

But it was still heard by the disciples on the side.

"Brother, what sword fairy? Where is he?"

"Yes, big brother, where is there any sword fairy?"

Some disciples asked.

Feng Qingxiao hurriedly waved his hands, changed the subject and said, "What I just said was all in my sleep, hey, why did you leave the customs so early?"

"We have just left customs, it's not too early."

"..."

It was hard to change the subject.

Feng Qingxiao hurried out of the main hall, and asked a mountain guard disciple for questioning.

"Did Youluo Holy Land kill Donghuang? What was the final result?"

he asked.

The disciple replied: "Elder brother, at that time you told us all to retreat and not to show our heads, so we all retreated too, I don't know!"

At this moment.

An elder suddenly came over.

He glanced at the sky with his old eyes, and recalled: "The old man was also retreating at the time, but through hearsay, the Lord Youluo, the four great Dharma kings under his seat, and all the skeleton demon soldiers killed the Queen of the Eastern Desolation."

"I don't know what happened, all of them were destroyed."

"A few days later, a Hongying came from the Eastern Desolation Continent, killed You Luo Holy Land, and slaughtered everyone in the Holy Land within half a day."

"The situation at the time was simply appalling."

"Many holy masters of the Holy Land watched from a distance the mighty power of the Hong Ying's sword slashing, and they bit their lips with their teeth, and they didn't even notice the bleeding from the bite."

"Obviously, everyone has been frightened."

"Even Xuanyuan Xiaotian, the holy lord of the Taiyan Holy Land, didn't have the courage to go up and talk to him, but planned to admit defeat directly."

"You all know that Holy Master Xuanyuan is the strongest fighting force in our Eastern Sea Holy Land Group!"

"Even he is like this, so how strong is that Hong Ying?"

"In the end, it wasn't until the Hong Ying left that everyone regained their composure. The boulder fell to the ground, but they still couldn't calm down for a long time."

heard.

Feng Qingxiao had mixed feelings in his heart.

He even missed this battle because of retreat.

"That sword fairy, why are you suddenly coming to the Holy Land of the East China Sea again?"

A flash of regret flashed across Feng Qingxiao's heart.

Although he could sense this aura of condensed essence, he felt that this aura was vague and uncertain, and he couldn't locate it.

It can only be located that the breath is coming from the east.

just.

There are also many holy places in the east.

Our islands are facing each other across the shore.

Even if we check one by one, maybe ten days and half a month, I'm afraid they won't be able to find out.

"Not right, if you investigate rashly, it would be too abrupt and give Brother Li a bad impression."

Feng Qingxiao smiled wryly.

Just finished saying this.

He suddenly realized something, and smiled wryly again, "Oh no, it's not Brother Li, it's Brother Ye."

That sword fairy is not called Li Yun, but Ye Nan.