Fantasy: When I encounter strength, I become stronger. My cultivation level has no upper limit.

Not long after, the results of the Battle of Huangzhou were also spread, sweeping through the remaining thirteen Daozhou like a storm.

"Let me kill you! Ye Junlin of Xuantian Sect is actually a Mahayana realm cultivator? Even the eighteen venerables sent by Yuhua Sect were killed by him?"

"What? The army of one million monks was wiped out? What a crime! My brother is still inside! Hey, it seems that my sister-in-law can only be left to my care..."

"With such a bloodthirsty spirit, the white-haired old devil must be punished by God! He is simply the number one executioner in the Eastern Region!"

Across Florida, monks with sad faces can be seen everywhere, chanting sutras to save the souls in the distance.

The Xuankong Temple, which was originally full of fanfare, fell into silence after learning the news.

And from a certain attic in Lingzhou, there was an incredible exclamation.

"Impossible! That native of the deserted state is actually so strong?! Is this the reincarnation of a great master from the immortal world?!"

Xue Tianyi's intense exercise was interrupted again. After hearing the report from his subordinates when he was angry, Xie Yi's face was full of astonishment.

The guard said bitterly: "Young Master, it's true."

Xue Tianyi was really frightened, and his back felt chilly. Fortunately, he didn't do anything that day, otherwise even his father wouldn't be able to save him!

"Quickly, find a few more female cultivators for this young master, and I will be able to suppress his shock!"

"what??"

"Why are you still standing there? Can't you understand people's words? Just go if I tell you to! Otherwise, I'll bring your mother over to make up for it!"

heard.

The guard looked panicked and hurriedly retreated in fear. He did not want his mother to be tortured to death by Xue Tianyi.

Xue Tianyi let out a heavy breath, threw himself onto the bed and continued working.

Inside the curtain, the howl like a slaughtering pig sounded again.

At this time, after hearing the news of the defeat, the entire Yuhua Sect was shocked. Both the disciples and the elders felt extremely unbelievable.

How many years has passed since the Yuhua Sect suffered a defeat in a foreign war? Is this the first time that it has happened?

Especially the death of eighteen core elders, which has undoubtedly shaken the foundation of the sect!

You must know that each of them has the power of life and death over the people below them. On weekdays, they are like gods in the sect, with a high status.

As a result, this time it was all gone forever!

Dangdang Dangdang!

The death knell tolled and echoed in the sky.

The atmosphere within the sect was depressing, with sobbing heard from everywhere.

"You, what are you saying is true?"

In the True Inheritance Hall, Chen Xiao, who was recovering from his injuries, stood up staggeringly if he was struck by lightning, his eyes filled with horror.

"Holy Son! Everything I say is true! Now that this matter has been spread throughout the Eastern Region, our Yuhua Sect has lost completely this time!"

Law Enforcement Hall Mo Lao's eyes were red and he cried.

Chen Xiao staggered back, fell to the ground, and said with a sad smile: "Ye Junlin, you are so scheming. You are already a Mahayana master, but you conceal your cultivation. Are you deliberately playing tricks on me?"

He originally thought that if he worked hard to cultivate to the combined state, he would have the capital to compete with Ye Junlin.

But he didn't expect that reality slapped him in the face so quickly!

That guy is not a fusion, but a Mahayana!

"Holy Son, don't be discouraged. That white-haired old devil has lived for tens of thousands of years. Otherwise, how could he have such profound cultivation? You are still young and it is too early. For him, Mahayana It’s the end, but for you, it’s a necessary stage!”

"After all, you have the appearance of becoming an immortal!!!"

Seeing that Chen Xiao was in despair, Mr. Mo quickly spoke words of encouragement.

Chen Xiao's gloomy eyes gradually brightened, "Yes, I will overcome the catastrophe and become an immortal in the future! How can I just admit defeat like this? Isn't it just the Mahayana realm? I will be able to break through sooner or later!"

"That's right!"

Mr. Mo nodded.

Suddenly, Chen Xiao seemed to have made some kind of decision, and gritted his teeth and said: "Mr. Mo, please inform the superiors that I have decided to refine the Sun Highest Object in advance, just to improve my cultivation and strength as soon as possible!"

"What? Holy Son, you want to..." Mr. Mo's face was full of shock, and he almost suspected that his ears heard it wrong.

That object of the Sun, called the True Fire of the Sun, was rumored to have fallen from the sky millions of years ago, causing Qingzhou to be thousands of miles away and making life miserable for the people. At that time, many great powers wanted to subdue it, but were burned by the scalding True Fire of the Sun. With his soul completely extinguished, and when he was at his wits end, the ancestor of the Yuhua Sect finally took action, sealing the True Fire of the Sun deep in the sect's forbidden area with great magical power.

It wasn't until Chen Xiao, who was carrying the Immortal Body of the Sun, appeared that the sect's top brass remembered that this object of the Sun was suitable for Chen Xiao's use.

However, because the power of this object is too overbearing, even if it is very compatible with the Sun Immortal Body, due to Chen Xiao's current insufficient cultivation, he can only postpone the refining.

In the view of the sect, one must at least reach the Mahayana realm before they are willing to hand it over to Chen Xiao for refining!

Because when refining, it will be very painful and difficult!

If you cultivate higher, you will lessen this feeling and be more sure of success, but if you fail, the backlash will definitely lead to death!

Now, Chen Xiao, who has not yet reached the body-fit state, actually offered to refine the true sun fire, which made Mr. Mo feel very embarrassed.

After all, Chen Xiao has been in the Yuhua Sect for millions of years, and his talent and physique are top-notch. He is the best candidate to become an immortal in the future.

If there is any accident, the gain outweighs the loss!

"Holy Son, I understand your mood, but you should calm down..."

"Old Mo! Please believe me! I just want to become stronger now. The True Fire of the Sun is prepared for me. This is something that has been destined for a long time!"

Chen Xiao's eyes were firm and he said word by word: "I, the Holy Son, want to be reborn in Nirvana!"

Infected by the young man's belief, Mr. Mo was greatly shocked. His eyes showed deep admiration and he sighed: "Okay, I will report it truthfully. Please be mentally prepared, Holy Son."

Looking at Mr. Mo's leaving figure, Chen Xiao sat down cross-legged on the futon again, his thoughts suddenly came to him, and he felt like he could neither destroy nor establish, risking his life to survive.

In his mind, recalling the beautiful figure in red, Chen Xiao felt a sense of shame of being defeated, a look of resentment appeared on his face, and he said in a cold voice: "Next time, this Holy Son will take your life!"

If you want to deal with the enemy who killed your father, you must start by killing his apprentice!

The Battle of Huangzhou caused a stir in the Eastern Region. Xuantian Sect's status soared crazily. Not only was it officially one of the top ten immortal sects, it also successfully broke into the top five.

As for Ye Junlin, his reputation has naturally skyrocketed. After being fabricated by various good people, nicknames such as the white-haired old devil, the white-haired murderer, the white devil, and the leaf devil are all placed on his head.

His reputation for cruelty was widely circulated. Mentioning his reputation in the middle of the night would make even a crying baby stop crying!

After all, he slaughtered an army of millions of monks, and countless golden elixir Yuanyings died in his hands. There are also well-documented examples of how to combine gods. Even the so-called venerable Mahayana realm, a full [-] people died.

Who dares to think on the bright side of such a terrifying and terrifying record?

There was a lot of discussion in the fourteen states in the Eastern Region, and countless forces were in awe of Ye Junlin!

At the same time, they couldn't help but set their sights on the Feather Gate, wanting to see how the Feather Gate would react to the outside world.

But what is surprising is that Yuhuamen, perhaps because of this loss, was really hurt, so it did not take the next step of retaliation.

……

a few months later.

Xuantian Sect, Piaomiao Peak.

The sun was shining high and the birds were chirping.

Ye Junlin wore sunglasses and sat comfortably on a recliner. He picked up a goblet made of thousand-year-old glass and said in a pretentious tone: "Mr. Hong, please give me a glass of Lafite from [-]~"

"Okay, Mr. Ye." Hong Qianye seemed to be used to it, with a very calm face. He stretched out his hand and put it on his chest, gently bent down to salute, then took out the obsidian bottle and slowly poured it into the goblet. Enter the red liquid.

The red liquid smells mellow and fascinating.

This is brewed from ten thousand years of blood grapes and is of great benefit to the body of practitioners.

Ye Junlin took a sip gently, with an intoxicated look on his face, and praised: "Very good!!"

Hong Qianye's expression was calm and she cursed in her heart: "Yes, he's gone crazy again. This guy is really mentally ill. When will this miserable life of mine end?"

He was speechless about Ye Junlin's behavior, but he could only cooperate with the performance due to his lust and power.

Ye Junlin didn't pay attention to Hong Qianye's look that looked like she was mentally retarded. At this time, he was shaking the red wine glass, closing his eyes and humming a tune, immersed in his own world.

At this time, the system prompt sounded, [Ding, the number of check-ins today has been refreshed, would you like the host to check in? 】

"Sign in."

Ye Junlin's heart moved and he muttered silently.

[Ding, congratulations to the host for his explosive character and obtaining a supreme mount! 】

Jingle!

The cup fell to the ground, and a pool of red wine spilled on the ground.

"Disciple, I know my mistake!" Hong Qianye was startled, and quickly bent down and lowered his head as a conditioned reflex, thinking that it was because of himself that the silver-haired young man in front of him was dissatisfied.

But Ye Junlin's mind was entirely on the reward. He was breathing a little quickly and secretly asked anxiously: "Tongzi, tell me more fully, what kind of mount is it?!"