Immortal and Demon Cultivation

Ye Xiaochuan is now the god of Ghost Xuan Sect. In Ghost Xuan Sect, any of his orders will be strictly enforced.

Half an incense stick later, the valley on the sunny side of Qiming Mountain was full of people on the ground and in the sky.

The big head squatting on Ye Xiaochuan's shoulder looked at the tens of thousands of people in front of him, and his big eyes rolled up and fell directly to the ground.

Ye Xiaochuan bent down to pick it up and said, "What's wrong?"

The big head said viciously: "Boy, are you kidding me?

There are more than 30,000 people here!"

Ye Xiaochuan said: "I know, is there any problem?"

The big head said: "What's the problem?

Of course there is a problem! I thought there were only a thousand and eight hundred people, but with these more than 30,000 people, are you going to tire me to death?

Are you really treating me like a donkey?"

Ye Xiaochuan said seriously: "This job is impossible for others, but for you, the first demon beast in the Three Realms, it's just a piece of cake."

No matter how low the IQ of the big head is, he knows that Ye Xiaochuan is flattering himself.

It snorted, "Don't try to be so rude! Boy, do you really think my spiritual power is blown by the wind?

Among the more than 30,000 people, many are masters. Their spiritual power is very strong. It is very difficult to enter their soul sea! If I help you identify everyone here one by one, I will be exhausted."

Ye Xiaochuan said, "There are not so many people. The 10,000 red-clothed disciples are all our own disciples. You don't have to waste your time.

Now I have gathered all the disciples of Guixuan Sect together. We can't just disband without doing anything. I will go up and say a few words. You take this opportunity to help me check in secret. I will go to the Forgetful Sea to look for the Wood God's relics. Those spies and secret stakes in the Guixuan Sect must be found."

"What?

You are going to the Forgetful Sea?"

Big Head didn't intend to help Ye Xiaochuan with this. When he heard Ye Xiaochuan say that he was going to the Forgetful Sea in the near future, it suddenly changed its mind.

Ye Xiaochuan had thought of an excuse for Big Head to delay time. To be precise, it was prepared by Long Tianshan before.

In the Longmen battle, Ghost Xuan Sect and some Demon Sect cultivators all contributed. It has been so long since the battle ended, but there is no reward for this battle.

Moreover, the Saint Lord Qianye, the Black Mountain Old Demon, and the big cultivators of the Devil Lake who followed him from the temple to Qiming Mountain last time also announced their titles of worship in Ghost Xuan Sect in public.

Long Tianshan had already drawn up the merit book and the titles of worship of those senior masters, and was waiting for Ye Xiaochuan to come back to convene a representative meeting of all Ghost Xuan Sect disciples.

Now Ye Xiaochuan just used this excuse to find the spies lurking in Ghost Xuan Sect.

In the valley, there is a sacrificial altar, which was built by Ye Xiaochuan for the coronation of the Ghost King and the oath-taking meeting not long ago, and it has not been dismantled yet.

The Hunyuan Ding contributed by Long Tianshan was placed in the middle of the altar.

At this moment, the sky was still dark, and hundreds of braziers on the altar were lit.

Ye Xiaochuan soared into the air, and under the attention of the crowd, he walked towards the altar step by step.

When he landed on the altar, the giant Hunyuan Cauldron suddenly gave off a huge fire snake that rushed straight into the sky.

The totem of the Demon Cult is fire. At this moment, the huge fire snake emitted by the Hunyuan Cauldron made all the disciples of the Ghost Xuan Sect dare not look directly at it.

The young disciples of the Ghost Xuan Sect, regardless of whether they were in red or black, all crossed their hands and knelt on one knee.

As for the seniors who had lived for more than a hundred years, they did not kneel, but also crossed their hands and lowered their heads.

More than 30,000 people said in unison: "Meet the Ghost King Sect Master!"

At this moment, Ye Xiaochuan really had a feeling of looking down on the world.

He finally felt why those big brothers in cultivation did not want to pursue immortality and power, but instead thought about how to gain more power every day.

Power is really good. Looking down on all living beings in the world from a high place, holding the power of life and death in your hands.

There is a saying among the people that beggars who are used to being officials are lazy to be officials.

This saying is flawed.

Ye Xiaochuan still believes in another saying: it is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality.

If an old beggar with eight generations of ancestors suddenly becomes a serf and sings one day, he will live a carefree and comfortable life.

However, if an official noble with eight generations of ancestors suddenly becomes a beggar with nothing but a broken bowl and a dog-beating stick overnight, he will be very uncomfortable and even have the idea of ​​committing suicide.

Ye Xiaochuan now feels like an old beggar turning over a new leaf and becoming an official.

Since he was a child, he has developed a free and easy character because he was raised by his old drunkard master. He is not very keen on fighting for power and profit. He didn't even care about the position of the head of the Cangyun Sect.

In recent months, with his comeback and the growing power of the Ghost Xuan Sect, he has gradually realized the charm of power. This thing can really satisfy people's inner desires.

Of course, this change in mentality is also related to the inner demon Ye Tianci in his body.

In the final analysis, Ye Xiaochuan has been affected by his inner demons over the years, which has changed his character and outlook on life.

Ye Xiaochuan waved his sleeves, with both momentum and majesty, giving people a sense of power without anger.

This is the momentum of a superior.

Who would have thought that the cynical and funny boy ten years ago would unknowingly transform into a peerless hero.

Ye Xiaochuan looked around and said slowly: "Get up."

Under the secret urging of his true essence, his voice formed a sound wave similar to that of a thousand-mile sound transmission, which slowly spread and reverberated in the area of ​​dozens of miles around Qiming Mountain.

For a meeting like this where all employees participated, there were many procedures. Long Tianshan did not expect Ye Xiaochuan to suddenly convene a disciple meeting, and his preparations were somewhat insufficient.

He handed Ye Xiaochuan a speech drafted by his confidante, Miss Chang Sun, before her death.

The content mainly talked about the Battle of Longmen and the disaster of the catastrophe to the human world.

Ye Xiaochuan took a look and shook his head and handed the speech to Long Tianshan.

He liked to pretend to be an expert professor to give lectures since he was a child, and he was quite talented in speaking.

What's more, he had another Ye Cha in his body who was better at speaking, more sensational, and more able to mobilize the blood in other people's bodies. Ye Xiaochuan naturally knew what to say at this internal meeting of the Ghost Xuan Sect.

Ye Xiaochuan cleared his throat and began his personal long speech.

First of all, Ye Xiaochuan fully affirmed the outstanding performance of the disciples of Ghost Xuan Sect and many independent elders of the Holy Church in the Battle of Longmen.

Ye Xiaochuan defined this catastrophe as the second wave of catastrophe.

Defined the Battle of Longmen as the first battle of the second wave of catastrophe for the cultivators of the human world.

This battle made the name of Ghost Xuan Sect famous and the prestige of the cultivators of the human world.

Listening to Ye Xiaochuan's highly praised words, all the black-clothed disciples were very depressed.

Because Ye Xiaochuan almost did not draw black-clothed disciples in the Longmen battle that day, all of them were red-clothed disciples.

This made the black-clothed disciples very unwilling.

They felt that if it were them, they could also beat the thieves of the heavenly realm into a mess.