I am pretending to be a villain in the world of cultivating immortals

Once entering the underworld, yin and yang are separated, and the grievances are wiped out once, and there is no question of life and death.

Yue Shenheng stared at the soul pill and thought for a moment, "The ghost world never communicates with other worlds. If there is any way, I heard that some immortal sects willingly fell into ghost cultivators in order to contact their own sects because they failed to cross the tribulation. Disciple, I specially raised some cranes that can fly across the River of Forgetfulness, I have a long history with these immortal sects, so it’s okay to borrow one to pass things on.”

"Then there will be Elder Lao Xinglin."

"The disciple will start to do it now."

Yue Canheng took the Soul Pill handed over by Yu Huaiyin, turned around and left the cottage.

Yu Huaiyin looked at the back of this person, and there was a trace of seriousness in his eyes.

He thought that on the surface Yue Canheng was a down-and-out celestial medical expert, who usually treated people kindly by donating medicine and medicine, and made friends with capable people and strangers in the celestial world.

But he practiced magic skills secretly, and soon he could reach the realm of a saint, and in a duel with Liang Chu, who was also a saint, he won half a move in a [-]-[-] fight.

Not to mention military scheming, just now Yue Canheng was probing in front of him, asking himself if he would mind him temporarily exercising his power as head of the sect.

With this aura alone, he is the top villain. It seems that his little apprentice still needs to be polished!

There was no one around, Yu Huaiyin knelt and sat in front of the desk, remembering that yesterday he was sleepy so quickly, he hadn't studied the scroll of fate without words, so he shifted his gaze to the scroll.

There is a blank space on the top, which corresponds to the name of "no word".

Yu Huaiyin thought for a while, poured some spiritual power into it, but seeing that there was still no response, he tried burning, flooding, a series of commonly used methods to break the seal of the scroll, but none of them had much effect.

In the end, he had nothing to do. After sighing, he put the wordless life book and the phoenix egg together, placed them on the top of the bookshelf, and set up a concealment barrier to make others look like nothing.

After finishing all this, he hugged his knees and leaned against the edge of the bed, buried his head in his arms, his eyes gradually emptied, as if he was alone in his small room before, and began to tidy up the things he came to. The information obtained after the boundary.

This is his unique way of thinking, which can make him feel at ease.

He remembered the "Immortal League" mentioned by Yue Canheng, and knew that the reason why Siming Taoist Palace declined to this point was because most of the rules set by the Immortal League were quite strict.

One of the more important ones is to prevent people from using the name of cultivating immortals to amass money and deceive people everywhere. Therefore, it is stipulated that for any immortal sect to establish a sect in the upper immortal world, there must be at least one strong person in the immortal realm, or at least five at the same time. Only those monks who are in the Mahayana realm and above are eligible to open the mountain gate to recruit disciples.

This is mostly to ensure the strength of the cultivation world, and there will be no people who pretend to be numbers.

And there is no disciple in the sixth session who can reach the strength of the stage competition, and he will also be removed from the practice, which means that even if your immortal sect has strong people, if you can't teach good disciples, there will be no development For the future sect, it is better to abdicate earlier to let the virtuous.

Thinking about it this way, it's no wonder that the members of the Futu Sect are so arrogant and dare to openly go to Fenglintai to grab the seat of the Siming Dao Palace. Get rid of it.

Yu Huaiyin savored the assessment system of the Immortal League, feeling that cultivating immortals is also a highly competitive profession, and on the other hand suddenly understood why Si Ming Dao Palace was so anxious to find a soul for Yu Huaiyin six years ago, Breakthrough.

Co-authoring this Siming Dao Palace, Huaiyin's father's generation was a mess, and there was not even a person who could really see through the immortal way.

So when Yu Huaiyin was born, because of his outstanding aptitude, he shouldered the mission of revitalizing the sect since he was a child.

It's a pity that a person with a damaged soul and who can't even recognize the direction can master the complex and treacherous footwork and figure of Si Ming Dao Palace and the secret art of geomancy.

Such a life must be very unhappy.

He suddenly felt a little sympathetic to the ill-fated little head.

After staring blankly for a while, Yu Huaiyin blinked some sore eyes, and his eyes drifted over the list of congratulatory gifts with all kinds of high-grade magic weapons and celestial herbs and elixir.

He felt that according to the direction of the next plot, he must go to two or three continents as soon as possible, first auction these things, and then use the exchanged spirit stones to buy back the world-weary double swords and the heroine for Liang Chu.

After making up his mind, once his spirit relaxed, the inescapable drowsiness hit him again, and he kept his current posture and fell into the darkness.

Looking at the table, the fragrance of apricot is not exhausted, and there is a slight mist burning.

This was originally Yue Shenheng's kindness, the amount of apricot flower ginseng blood fragrance he used for Yu Huaiyin was twice that of Liang Ci, the stronger the fragrance, the better the healing effect.

But correspondingly, it will take Yu Huaiyin to use peaceful sleep to dissolve the effect of the medicine, the longer it will be. Now this dose is not only a big living person, but it is not a problem to knock down a high-level monster weighing dozens of tons.

……

Siming Dao Palace, outside the mountain gate.

Liang Ce stood behind Yi Rong with a paralyzed face, watching how he greeted the disciples who came from afar from various immortal sects one by one.

The number of people who came was quite large, and the purpose was quite different.

Basically, they can be classified into three categories, some come to see Yue Shenheng for consultation, and others come to Si Ming Dao Palace routinely to explain the daily matters ordered by Xianmeng.

For example, within the jurisdiction of Yumudong, where the barrier damage needs to be repaired, when will the owed fees to the Immortal Alliance be paid, these series of trivial matters.

However, what really bothers Liang Ce is the last category, which are basically young girls who have just started their cultivation.

These people are the largest in number, and all of them are eloquent and well-colored. Without exception, they all want to worship in Siming Dao Palace as disciples.

Several of them came forward, and they were old acquaintances with Yi Rong, saying that during the ladder trials in the early years, thanks to Immortal Huaiyin and Elder Xinglin for their help, they were lucky enough to come back with their lives.

I kept the grace of saving my life in my heart, and I wanted to worship under the gate of Siming Dao Palace back then, but unfortunately I never got my wish. This time I heard that the Immortal Venerable broke the fairyland, thinking that Si Ming Dao Palace would reopen the gate, I couldn't wait to rush Come to worship the mountain.

"It's easy to talk about. It's a wonderful thing that our Ming Dao Palace can get young talents like you."

Yi Rong accepted the congratulatory gift from one of them, and then turned his head to signal for the good book to accept it, and recorded the name of the mountain worshiper and the details of the gift list.

Liang Book did as he did, but he felt a headache for no reason. Looking at the roster in his hand, he suddenly felt that these were strange thoughts of an enemy he had never met.

He was depressed when he suddenly heard the girl standing at the bottom of the stone steps waved to him and said, "Hey, this brother looked at me, this is not the first time I have come here, why have I never seen you before, didn't you say that Si Doesn't Fate Dao Palace recruit new disciples?"

The girl is holding a bunch of freshly picked red beans in her hands, smiling broadly.

Under the eerily white Yunxiu pear flower gown, the red silk wrapped around her wrist is very eye-catching.

This is the symbol of Yuan Wu Dao Palace, one of the twelve immortal sects in the Upper Immortal Realm. The disciples in this sect practice the way of sentient beings, and most of them are female cultivators. Judging from the position of the red silk on their hands and the way they are tied, it can be seen that Roughly infer their skills.

The left is the seven emotions, and the right is the six desires.

And look at the girl's red silk tied on her right wrist, she should be a nun practicing the way of carnival and desire.

Liang Chi knows that people who practice this way have a good ability to pester people, so when they see this woman calling him, they respectfully stay away.

The girl is not angry at this cold face, because she met Yu Huaiyin by accident four years ago, and she admired her, so she often visits her when she has free time. .

It's a pity that this immortal can't stay out of seclusion all year round, it really wasted a good appearance.

Seeing this face now, although it can't be compared with the glory of the immortal, he is also a handsome young man who is unique in ten thousand. His whole body is full of spiritual energy, and he is a good seedling of fellow practitioners.

The girl was about to get closer, when she heard a young man with a sunflower on his hair standing behind her say: "Who said that the Siming Dao Palace won't open the mountain to accept disciples? I saw this with my own eyes on the Fenglin Terrace yesterday." A senior brother reported the name of Siming Dao Palace, and his protector, Senior Snow Mountain Baifenghuang, also bestowed a fortune to us disciples who have not yet joined the immortal sect. Many people present have seen through the realm because of this Successfully trained Qi."

"After the Fenglin Grand Ceremony, we wanted to thank this senior brother for his kindness, but he disappeared in the blink of an eye. Unexpectedly, we will meet again today. Senior brother is already the first disciple of Siming Dao Palace. He is indeed a role model for us. Those inner sect disciples who have passed the Heavenly Ladder Trial don’t want to be arrogant, there aren’t those selected by our Shenlin Grand Prix, there are also heaven’s favored ones, young talents.”

The hairpin boy was wearing cinnabar and red feathers, and he had obviously belonged to the sect of the Vermilion Bird Dao Palace. He and other disciples of the Immortal Sect came here this time to find Liang Chu and a certain snow mountain phoenix to thank him.

"Oh, so this senior brother is the rising star that my senior sister mentioned."

The girl remembered that in the message sent back from Lintai, she specifically mentioned an upstart of the immortal sect who should not be underestimated, saying that this person not only invited Bai Shisan, but also his own cultivation might also be perfected.

Although he said at the time that he wanted to join Siming Dao Palace, no one in the upper immortal world knew that the immortal sect was defeated. If there is a chance to win him into his own immortal sect, it will definitely be of great benefit in the future.

The girl's eyes flickered, and she was about to recruit talents for the Yuanwu Dao Palace, but she remembered that the hairpin boy called Liang Chu the first disciple of the Dao Palace, so she glanced at the disciple Ling on Liang Chu's waist, and saw the golden silk ginkgo shining brilliantly.

She knew that soliciting was useless, so she had a second thought, "Senior brother, since he joined the lineage of Si Ming, he must have met the head of your sect. Forgive me, if you dare to ask senior brother, do you know what Huaiyin Immortal Venerable he likes?" disciple?"

Liang Ce listened to her insinuations, he must have thought about his master and apprentice, and was about to sternly reject her, but what this woman said undoubtedly aroused his thinking.

That's right, during the time he followed Yu Huaiyin, he went through hardships and tribulations. Most of the time, that person let him go. He still dominated Yu Huaiyin, but did he ever think about what kind of disciple Master likes?

Do you prefer to be obedient and respectful, or to be a gentleman with good conduct, or to focus on talents and extraordinary blood from a famous family...

Liang Chi guessed that he was a little lost in thought.

The boy with the hairpin waved his hand and woke up the dreamer with a word, "Don't you ask the question knowingly? Since Senior Brother Liang is the first disciple, he must be the only direct disciple of the Immortal Venerable, and the Immortal Venerable must like Senior Brother Liang."