Rebirth Daily Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 111 Falling Cloud Sect Jiang Patriarch
Deprived of energy?

Standing on the terrace of the villa, Jiang Ning's thoughts drifted back to the strange yet extremely familiar past.

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"Senior Brother Jiang, Senior Brother Jiang!"

"Senior brother, the Wanhun sect is extremely shameless, the sect's guardian formation is like a tortoise shell, and the disciples suffered heavy casualties!"

"Senior brother, senior brother, don't think about your broken spells, get out of the mountain!"

The voice of a woman oriole resounds through the valley.

At this moment, in the extreme distance, a yellow light flashed in the sky, wearing a jade crown on his head, an old man in yellow robe and long beard suddenly appeared.

He looked at the girl in the red dress, his beard puffed up angrily.

"What kind of brother is called Patriarch, that is your Patriarch."

"I don't!" Wen Yuehan twitched her lips: "Brother Jiang obviously entered the school at the same age as me."

"Look at Jiang Ning, and then look at you. His Yuanying has completed the Dzogchen? As for you, the golden core has not yet been cultivated, and the same is the root of the sky, so I am ashamed of you!"

Wen Yuehan glanced at Master Xu twice, and said:

"The leader of the Righteous Path Alliance is [-] years old like you. Why is he the leader of the alliance? Master, you are still in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul?"

"I'm too angry, you can't teach a child!" Uncle Xu flicked his sleeves angrily.

Another ray of light flew over, and a fat man dressed in black and riding a gourd appeared.

"Is Old Ancestor Jiang still out of customs?" He looked at the valley.

"That's right, Senior Brother Lu, Senior Brother Jiang is playing with his broken spell again." Wen Yuehan said helplessly.

After hearing this, Senior Brother Lu shook his head: "None of his spells are useful."

Wen Yuehan deeply agreed, and asked again, "Have you traveled down the mountain?"

"No, I'm doing serious business." Brother Lu patted Bao Hulu.

"Hidden and haunted all day long."

"Then you have wronged me. Ancestor Jiang told me to go to the South Region to find someone. I heard that he was looking for someone from his hometown. I have been guarding the South Region for ten years, but I haven't found Mao."

The yellow-robed old man next to him took a cold breath and said, "A few Jindan old guys from the Zhengdao League came to the door and asked me to pay them."

Lu Wenhao: "Master, I am wronged!"

The old man in the yellow robe flicked his sleeves and said seriously: "It's because you are filial to the sect, so I won't hold you accountable!"

Lu Wenhao hesitated to speak, his master usually had a pleasant face, if he was really angry, he would not be able to please him.

"Master, what Grandfather Jiang explained will continue. After more than 200 years, the so-called old man from his hometown is still missing. If this continues, it will be a waste of effort."

The old man in the yellow robe gave an order: "You can do it as soon as you are told, where is there so much nonsense? Not only do you have to do it, but also increase my efforts, and send ten foundation-building monks to double the resources for cultivating immortals every year. Once anyone finds out the news, Give a pill formation resource."

"Yes, Master." Lu Wenhao was very obedient, and said again: "Master, can you bring me with you when you go to Beiting to discuss matters today?"

"Kids, don't meddle in it," said the yellow-robed old man, sighing inwardly.

The last time the Beiting discussed matters was 8000 years ago. In that war, more than a dozen Nascent Soul Dzogchen and hundreds of Nascent Soul cultivators died.

The world of cultivating immortals almost broke the orthodoxy. I don't know what kind of disaster will happen to this world of cultivating immortals this time.

Just as he was sighing in his heart, the thousand-foot-high mountain in front of him suddenly flashed a dazzling red light.

The next moment, the crimson light swelled instantly, reaching the same height as the thousand-zhang mountain, like a flame giant standing on top of the sky.

Following that, scorching temperatures swept across the world.

Uncle Xu flicked his sleeves, and a huge white light curtain quickly unfolded, covering the mountain peaks with a radius of hundreds of miles to avoid being burned by the flames.

Wen Yuehan is a Jindan cultivator with excellent eyesight. She looked at the white-clothed figure among the flame giants.

The 27-year-old man in white has an incomparably handsome appearance, and his eyes are like mountains, rivers, sun and moon, but they don't contain any color, just like a pool of ice water.

Touching those eyes, the admiration on Wen Yuehan's face slowly dissipated, revealing a bit of gloom.

'Ice Soul Shenshengjue' has been cultivated to the extreme, and the whole person has no emotions.

Whenever Wen Yuehan faced Jiang Ning alone, he would always think that he was not alone, but a puppet without any emotional waves.

She squeezed out a smile: "Master, Brother Jiang is obviously so indifferent, why is his Nascent Soul real body a flame giant?"

"Shouldn't it be an ice giant?"

Uncle Xu stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the flames occupying half of the sky, he suddenly said:

"Your Brother Jiang's Heavenly Spiritual Root is Fire Spiritual Root."

Wen Yuehan and Lu Wenhao were incredulous, and said at the same time: "Huo Linggen, why can he practice the 'Ice Soul Shensheng Jue'?"

Uncle Xu shook his head, he didn't know, if he hadn't attended the Beiting deliberation today, he wouldn't have spoken about it.

However, for this trip, life and death may be unpredictable, and the future of the sect will be in the hands of the two of them sooner or later.

A figure in white clothes stood in the hands of the flame giant, and the flame's big hands held the white clothes, and the scorching heat couldn't hurt him at all.

The flame giant ran forward, the ground bumped and shook, the huge figure was drawn into a full bow, and the giant hand threw it resolutely. The man in white wrapped in incomparable strength, his figure flew out, piercing the sky in an instant.

The sound of "Boom Boom Boom" blasted through the sky, the thick clouds in the sky were pierced in half by the extremely powerful airflow, and a white mark continued thousands of miles away.

Uncle Xu withdrew his gaze and looked at the two apprentices with disdain.

Wen Yuehan wanted to talk, but didn't.

Lu Wenhao, who was playing the gourd, lowered his head. Every time he saw Jiang Ning showing off his prestige, he had the feeling that he had lived on a dog. He obviously started at the same time. As a result, he had already completed the Nascent Soul, and he was still in the Jindan realm. .

'Fortunately, Senior Brother Jiang doesn't have as many Taoist companions as I do. " Lu Wenhao comforted himself like this, and he felt much better.

"Lu Wenhao." Uncle Xu called his name.

"exist!"

"Youjue Ridge came out with two exotic gold elixir demon cultivators who dared to loot the Yan family's elixir garden. The ancestor of the Yan family asked for help. You should go there!" Master Xu said, planning to find something for the big apprentice to do.

Lu Wenhao was horrified when he heard the Golden Core Devil Cultivator: "Master, do you want your apprentice to die!?"

Uncle Xu glared at him angrily, "A golden core that just broke through."

"So that's how it turned out, these little golden elixirs are so arrogant in my Luoyun Sect's realm, they're really deceiving no one in my Sect, let's see Master Lu take care of them." Lu Wenhao said boldly with a serious face.

He threw the gourd, and the gourd, which was originally the size of a flagon jug, swelled to more than ten feet. He rode the gourd away against the wind.

Watching the gangster leave, Master Xu looked at another gangster, and he threw a small boat the size of a palm:
"Use it first, go to Ten Thousand Souls Sect to watch your Jiang Patriarch."

"I'll go to the sect for a walk." Uncle Xu dropped his words, raised his foot, shrank the ground an inch, and crossed a distance of several hundred meters.

Seeing the magic weapon of the boat, Wen Yuehan quickly hugged it into his arms. Master's magic weapon of flying, it is rare for him to be so generous today.

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Wen Yuehan rushed to Wanhunzong.

A mountain broken into several sections, the fracture is abnormally smooth, as if it was split into this by a sword.

Originally, the main vein of Wanhun Sect was two thousand feet high, but now it is only five hundred feet high.

Five hundred feet away, a huge purple leopard was stained with purple blood, lying on the mountain, dying a miserable death.

That was the demon beast of the Wanhun Sect, the Nascent Soul Realm, and it is also dead now.

She continued to fly forward, the sky flickered with spiritual lights, and the monks of the two sects fought desperately, accompanied by screams from time to time, and figures fell from the sky.

Wen Yuehan flew to the back mountain, and within his spiritual consciousness, Brother Jiang stood in front of a few trees, his body motionless.

Wen Yuehan fell from the spirit boat and landed behind Jiang Ning.

Looking at the white-clothed figure in front of her, her thoughts wandered, and finally she sighed softly:
"Senior Brother Jiang, why are you staring at some locust trees?" She recognized a few trees, but there was nothing special about them.

Jiang Ning didn't say a word, just stood quietly.

After a long time, he stretched out his hand and grabbed it, lifting the entire mountain.

With the other hand, he drew a huge spiritual gate, and he took the mountain, stepped into the gate, and disappeared.

Wen Yuehan looked at the closed spiritual gate with a stunned expression, and immediately stomped her feet fiercely!
Brother Jiang obviously knows how to form a formation, why didn't he take himself with him, she still has to fly back!

Ten days later, Jiang Ning stood on the edge of the cliff, just like the locust tree next to him.

With a flash of yellow light, Uncle Xu landed beside him.

"Junior Brother Jiang, Beiting has issued an edict that every sect in Zhongzhou will produce at least one Nascent Soul cultivator, five Golden Elixirs, fifty Foundation Builders, and hundreds of Qi training disciples."

"Brother is gone, and the sect will be handed over to you in the future."

Jiang Ning was silent.

Uncle Xu smiled, he had already gotten used to Jiang Ning's character, so he handed over a sign and said:
"Oh, I paid homage to the ancestors of our Luoyun Sect just now, and I told them that in the future, the sect will be handed over to you, junior brother, and you will be worthy of the sect."

"They didn't speak, I guess they must have agreed, after all, you are the only two Nascent Soul Dzogchen since the foundation of our Luoyun Sect."

"With you in the future, we can guarantee the glory of our Luoyun Sect for a thousand years."

"I know you don't like miscellaneous things, don't worry, I won't let you take care of them for a long time, and when we hear that girl and Lu boy have broken through Nascent Soul, let them take care of things immediately."

"Whatever you do in the future, just tell me, if they dare to say anything else, you will beat me hard!"

Jiang Ning still didn't say a word, Master Xu didn't feel disgusted, but babbled on.

"Bei Ting recruited Zhengdao League, Zhongzhou Royal Family, Seven Great Families, and Hehuan Sect."

"Speaking of the Hehuan Sect, I just remembered that a few years ago, a little girl from the other sect came to you. After 30 years, you just didn't say a word, and you left in anger. I heard that you have made a breakthrough now. Nascent Soul."

"Hey, you kid!"

"The battle in Beiting this time is rumored to protect the world of cultivating immortals. The three elders of Beiting used the sky-watching technique, and the energy of the Eastern Region and even the laws of heaven and earth were all deprived. The opponent seems to be another powerful force that has never The Zhongzhou territory has been active."

"They arrested two people. Those people didn't practice spiritual power, but something called source power. Hey, it's weird."

"After searching for the soul, they started fighting against the Eastern Territory hundreds of years ago. If it weren't for a great monk from the Eastern Territory, I'm afraid they are still in the dark."

"When you encounter this kind of thing in the future, remember, if anyone dares to deprive our Luoyun Sect of the laws of heaven and earth and destroy our orthodoxy, I will definitely destroy them!"

Uncle Xu said in his heart: "It's a pity that I can't see you showing off your prestige again. This war involves the orthodoxy of the world of cultivating immortals, and it must be immortal..."

'I'm afraid I won't be able to come back...'

Uncle Xu was sorry, he took out the pot of wine, poured a sip into his mouth, and smacked his lips without the demeanor of a sect master.

Then he turned the jug upside down and poured the rest of the wine on the ground.

"Junior brother, I'm leaving."

"Protect me of the Luoyun Sect's orthodoxy."

Uncle Xu was about to turn into a light, he hesitated for a moment, and said:
"Brother Cheng...let me apologize to you on his behalf."

"He said, you shouldn't be allowed to practice that exercise."

After saying these words, Master Xu turned into a ray of light and left.

The cliff, beside the tree.

Jiang Ning was still standing, his expression remained unchanged from beginning to end.

(End of this chapter)