Junior sister slandered me, the Drunken Swordsman, I cut through the gate of heaven with one sword

The sect here is like a shining pearl, inlaid on this land full of fantasy colors.

Ancient buildings were scattered in an orderly manner, with flying eaves and brackets, and magnificent momentum. The sect was surrounded by clouds and mist, as if there was a fairy air, as if it was isolated from the hustle and bustle of the world.

In Tianbao Pingzhou, the sect was quiet and solemn. The vermilion door was tightly closed, as if telling the vicissitudes and mystery of the years.

The ancient characters on the plaque on the door exude a profound light, demonstrating the glory and inheritance of the sect. From time to time, the sound of martial arts training can be heard from the continuous courtyard walls, full of vitality and vigor.

Surrounded by towering ancient trees, the sun shines on the sect’s pavilions, casting a golden glow.

There are several large characters engraved on the sect.

Wushen Sect!!

Looking at such a magnificent sect in front of him, even Ye Qian'an was completely attracted at this moment. He did not expect that the sect of Dongsheng Shenzhou would be so magnificent. Every spirit stone inlaid on the wall was probably no less than top-grade.

Park Nam-ja stroked his beard. Although he could not see the position in front of him, he could still see the entire Wushen Sect with his spiritual sense even though he was blind.

"This is the Wushen Sect. As long as you can help me get the Tianling inside, I will agree to all your requests."

Ye Qianan turned around and said softly: "Then how can we get in?"

"That's easy." Park Nam-ja shrugged, opened her mouth, and shouted directly at the people in front of her: "All the youngsters in there, come out to me, the old man, otherwise, I will spank you."

As the voice fell, the entire Wushen Sect began to tremble wildly, and even the mountains and rivers exploded at this moment. With just a roar, the thousand-year foundation of the Wushen Sect was completely destroyed.

"How dare you, who are you, to be so presumptuous here..."

At the same time, angry shouts came from these attics, followed by more than dozens of powerful auras rushing out immediately.

Ye Qiyan held the magic sword in his hand and stared at the front. After feeling the opponent's strength, he also looked at him in surprise. Even if he just scanned with his spiritual sense, Ye Qiyan could perceive that dozens of true immortal cultivators appeared.

Among them there are ten Golden Immortals and five Daluo Golden Immortals.

If every strong man here were taken out, he would probably be able to destroy the entire Donglingnan Province, or even Xiniu Hezhou.

After these monks rushed out, they immediately surrounded Pu Nanzi and Ye Qian'an in a fan shape. Each of them had a gloomy face and showed unfriendly intentions, and almost all of them spread out their spiritual sense to sweep towards the two of them.

After sensing that Ye Qiyan was just a late-stage Loose Immortal, the leading cultivator became furious. But just as he was about to take action, he discovered that Park Nanzi beside Ye Qiyan was mysterious and unpredictable, and he had no idea how strong the other party was.

The old man in the lead was wearing a white Taoist robe, with gray hair and beard, and looked like an immortal. Even if he was just standing there, he gave people a shocking feeling as if they were looking into the sun.

The old man did not rush to take action. Instead, he took a step forward and clasped his fists slightly. "My fellow Taoist, why did you come to my Wushen Sect and be so presumptuous as to destroy my sect's thousand-year-old mountain? If you can't give me a reasonable explanation, don't blame me for being rude today!"

Pu Nanzi stroked his beard and said with a smile: "I came here today for the Heavenly Bell, one of your sect's most precious treasures." "How dare you!" The old man threw his robe angrily and flew into a rage: "The Heavenly Bell is a treasure formed after the death of a quasi-emperor, and it is also a treasure left by the ancestors of my Wushen Sect. You want to take it away with just a few words, isn't it a bit too arrogant!"

"Hey, hey, hey." Park Nam-ja said with indignation, "Don't look at me as a blind old man, but I am a first-class fortune teller. Do you believe that I can tell you when you will die?"

The leader of the Wushen Sect narrowed his eyes and clenched the immortal sword in his hand. He calmed down his emotions and continued, "Fellow Daoist, except for the sect's treasure, the Tianling, which I cannot give you, the rest is irrelevant. What do you want?"

He could feel that this old guy was extremely powerful, even surpassing the realm of Daluo Jinxian. Therefore, he did not think of taking direct action unless it was absolutely necessary.

After all, if a strong man of this level wants to destroy all living things here, it is just a matter of moving his fingers.

"What use do I have for those junks of yours?" Park Nanzi curled her lips and said, "Old man, I told you that I only want the Sky Bell. As for the barrier, let the younger generation around me get it."

"If I can't get it, I will leave naturally. If I can get it, it means that I am destined to have this bell. So, whether you agree or not, you must let me in."

The space where Tianling exists was formed after the fall of the Quasi-Emperor. During this period, people above the True Immortal realm are not allowed to enter, otherwise they will be directly wiped out.

Because of this, Park Nam-ja was unable to enter and could only ask Ye Qian'an to search. As for whether he could find the place, it all depended on fate.

The leader of the Wushen Sect frowned and felt conflicted.

"Senior, the ancestor of our Wushen Sect was a quasi-emperor. Even the Aolai Kingdom would not dare to ask us to hand it over..."

Pu Nanzi sighed and said, "You youngster, why are you butting in when I'm talking? If that's the case, I'll destroy your Wushen Sect, and then I can take it directly and logically."

Cultivators are all about the survival of the fittest, so it is only normal for a sect to be destroyed overnight.

Because of this, after saying this, Park Nam-ja pretended to raise her arm, and the clouds in the sky were instantly torn apart. Even the Wushen Sect's protective formation was exploded by the shock of this energy.

All the Wushen Sect monks knelt on the ground, and those below the Nascent Soul stage exploded instantly and died due to the shock of this energy.

The leader of Wushen Sect immediately said, "Fellow Daoist, stop it. Wushen Sect agrees that your disciple can go and look for it, but whether he can find it or not is up to him."

After hearing the other party's agreement, Park Nanzi withdrew her hand and said with a smile: "Haha, not bad, not bad. It would have been great if it had been done earlier. So many monks wouldn't have died."

The face of the leader of the Wushen Sect turned pale. He looked at the corpses all over the ground and could do nothing. After all, the world of cultivation has always been one where the strong are respected. If one wants to gain a foothold here, strength is indispensable.

As for the Sanxian realm...

Maybe it is more powerful in other places, but in Dongsheng Shenzhou, it is just a bigger ant.

If the Wushen Sect could just randomly bring out a powerful Golden Immortal, it would be enough to destroy the entire Shenxuan Sect, not to mention that old guy Zhou Tianwu. (End of this chapter)