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After Jing Rong, the suzerain of Xuantian in the north, succeeded to the throne, the lord of Qianjiu Palace in the east had a banquet, and the lord of Shaogong returned to the east.

"Did you send this letter to the whole country?" On the [-]th day of the Spring and Autumn Period, he unfolded the pure black funeral letter, with respect written on it, who knows whether the Qianjiu Palace is a real funeral or a man-made funeral.

As soon as Yanzhi returns to the palace, Yanqi will be gone. The timing is quite accurate, and I am afraid that if there is no reason to call Moxiu, there will be no reason to make one.

"Should be." The summoning maid lowered her head.

Spring and Autumn Eleven threw the funeral letter on the case indifferently, "Thanks to Qi Yingming I, I ended up being someone else's pawn."

"Are we going? Master?" Chun Qiuyan asked carefully.

"Go, of course." Spring and Autumn Eleven pursed his lips, "Who dares not to go to the Qianjiu Palace's purging, but be careful in the middle of the night, you will lose your soul."

Sending a funeral post requires people from the Palace of Seven Kills to come, is it because other demon cultivators don't know that this is a grand feast?

The East Territory returned from the feast, and the situation was jittery, and the northern and southern borders were also peaceful.

Jing Rong ascended to the head position of Xuantian Sect, but his reputation was ruined because of Xuantian Stone's handover with the demon cultivator. The frontier demon-controlling monks criticized this a lot, and some people secretly fanned the flames intentionally or unintentionally. The pessimistic atmosphere permeated most of the cultivation world.

Over the past year or so, there have been successive disappointments, and the cultivation world really needs a happy event to revive morale, instead, I heard that the feast of the master of the Eastern Realm was at the Transformation God Realm, and the ancestor of the magic cultivator, who is also the Transformation God, Spring and Autumn Eleventh Exit.

Looking at their world cultivation, it is really bleak. Taoist Tianquan failed to attack the God Transformation, the most hopeful Taoist Rongxie accepted a demon king as his apprentice and lost the Xuantian Stone. This is the first sect of Xuantian Sect in the cultivation world His reputation was almost ruined.

There is also the Hengshan Sword Sect, the second sword sect who refused to participate in the battle. Compared with other sect families whose strength has been compromised in the battle with the Yaozu, they are probably the ones with the best preserved strength.

There were many rumors from the outside world, and the Xuantian Sect was not doing well. Many elders of the peak master gathered together to discuss various matters.

Daoist Qingxuan stroked his forehead, and said quite tiredly: "Nowadays, there is a big banquet in the Eastern Territory to celebrate the joy of the master of Qianjiu Palace's transformation into a god, and the realm of cultivation is declining. We really need a happy event to wash away the bad luck."

"Happy event? What happy event? Senior Brother Tianquan and Junior Brother Fuli are gone, the monster clan in the southern border has made a comeback, the wolf clan in the extreme north has a new patriarch, and the eastern border is also waiting for an opportunity. What a good thing." Master Chi Qing held back his anger, for more than a year nothing went well.

"You can't say that, brother." Taoist Qingxuan was relatively calm, "You can't give up completely just because of a momentary setback."

"Is this a temporary thing? If war is declared in the Eastern Realm, will the Cultivation Realm still have the strength to respond? How to deal with the two God Transformation Realm?" Chi Qing frowned, he was already thinking about all the bad things that might happen in the future, "The thousand-year battle between humans and demons has exhausted the ten-thousand-year base of cultivating the world. How can we have the confidence and spare strength?"

"Senior Brother Chiqing, don't get excited, it's because of this that Junior Sister Qingxuan said that there should be some happy events to boost morale." Taoist Qin Fang tried to smooth things over.

"For example, I married Junior Sister Qingxuan?" Taoist Qin Fang, who always liked Taoist Qingxuan, spoke boldly.

This time, not only the real Chiqing glared at him, but almost everyone present was looking at him, Taoist Qingxuan even threw a paperweight at him, Xuantianzong had a series of funerals, and still doing red things?

"I'll just say it casually..." Daoist Qin Fang smiled awkwardly, "However, isn't the Hengshan Sword Sect not making a move yet? We may not have the power to fight in the realm of cultivation..."

"If you count on them, you might as well count on the reappearance of Beixiao Sword Immortal." Taoist Qingxuan pulled the corners of his lips, "We are here to share the suzerain's worries, not to find trouble for him."

"Jing Rong, the suzerain, didn't do very well. He lost the Xuantian stone. According to the sect's precepts, he should be punished by the seven precepts." Ning Jiuchen opened his mouth. He really didn't like Jing Ronghe Regarding the entanglement between the demon cultivators, the senior brothers and sisters did not know what ecstasy drug they had taken, and supported Jing Rong as the suzerain of Xuantian Sect.

"You can't say that." Taoist Qingxuan looked up at Ning Jiuchen, "Don't talk about losing the Xuantian Stone, as long as he is still alive, there is hope for us to cultivate the world, and even the human race, you know?"

"Why do you say that?" Ning Jiuchen frowned. Do people who cultivate the world believe in talent so much?Just because Jing Rong is the one with the highest cultivation level, he will protect him unconditionally.

"You don't need to know, Junior Brother." Taoist Qingxuan sighed softly, "You just need to understand that the suzerain of our Xuantian Sect must be Jing Rong, and it must be him."

Ning Jiuchen disagreed with her words and simply kept silent.

Another elder answered the question: "Could it be that many of our Nascent Souls can't stop the God Transformation Realm?"

"The gap between Nascent Soul and Huashen cannot be filled by numbers."

"..."

I don't know much about the private discussions of the peak masters and elders. Since he took the throne, he has almost taken root in the Palace of Qinzheng and never returned to the Palace of Lingxiao.

"Brother." Ning Qing handed Jing Rong a cup of tea. Since Jing Rong took the throne, his seniority has also risen, but there is no vacancy for the position of elder, otherwise he might become the youngest elder of Xuantianzong up.

Jing Rong didn't stop writing, and heard Ning Qing continue to say: "The elders said that there must be a happy event to wash away this depression."

"What a happy event, the return of the Sword Immortal or my teacher's resurrection." Jing Rong spoke with such thorns.

Ning Qing replied: "What if senior brother came to Huashen?"

Everyone in their sect knew that Jing Rong's realm was suppressed by Yuanying, but he followed the promise of Tianquan Taoist not to advance rashly. If it had never been suppressed, who would know what Jingrong's realm would be now.

"...I can't close it, Zhelan." Jing Rong paused, and now the north and south are in a mess, as the suzerain of Xuantian Sect, he can't get away.

"I know, brother." Ning Qing looked at him, "I want to tell you that everything is not as bad as it seems. The most important thing for you now is to take care of yourself. As long as you are well, brother, we have a way out."

"Can it be done?" Jing Rong looked at him.

Ning Qing counted the bruises at the corners of his eyes, and said helplessly, "That's right, I can't even lead by example..."

"But the reality is that we are required to be good, so it doesn't matter if our hearts are hurt." Ning Qing lowered his eyes, "I love him, ten years are like a day, a hundred years is a moment, a thousand years is tossed, ten thousand years is fine."

"If there is a war between the two realms..." Ning Qing paused, "All I want is to be buried with him."

In fact, everyone prepared for the worst, but they all chose to remain silent.

"Don't talk such nonsense, senior brother won't let you have trouble." Jing Rong wrote again, he watched Ning Qing grow up, and he knew Ning Qing's deep affection for Yan Huai.

Back then he was able to protect Ning Qing under the Seven Precepts, and now he can too.

But sometimes, some things just come so unexpectedly.

The mighty Hengshan Sword Sect came here to propose marriage.

"My sect is still in mourning! How dare you do this?!" Looking at the red outside the mountain gate, Yun Jing almost wanted to chop off the leader, Elder Liu.

The other disciples who heard the news also had livid faces, as if they were about to fight with the Hengshan Sword Sect if they disagreed.

"You can't say that, fellow daoists, we are both the Sword Sect, and the Xuantian Sect has been mourning one after another. We came here to propose marriage just to get rid of your bad luck." Liu Changlao's words were full of sarcasm and malice. That smile was also malicious.

Yun Jing's chest rose and fell several times, and he almost slashed with a sword, "Who is with you? Get out! You are the biggest bad luck for our sect!"

"Speak the truth, fellow Taoist Yun." Elder Liu didn't move. He is a Nascent Soul, and he still has the confidence to deal with such a golden core as Yunjing.

"Just you gangsters dare to insult my sect?!" Yun Jing drew his sword, and the disciples of Xuantian Sect who followed him also drew their swords.

"You guys, don't you still think that you are the Xuantianzong from before?" Elder Liu laughed mockingly, "However, a group of Zhuji Pills still want to fight with this Yuanying Patriarch?"

"Then let me just say it straight, even if this girl dies today, she won't let you bastards take a step into Xuantianzong." Yun Jing raised his sword, and the flames shot into the sky in an instant. With the help of talismans, it is not so easy for the Hengshan Sword Sect to step over her corpse.

When the battle was about to break out, Yuan Lai's sword sank into the ground by brushing the tip of Elder Liu's hair, and even shattered the ground steps in a radius of ten miles and three inches.

"Ling Xiao Sword?!" Elder Liu's complexion changed, and he retreated a distance of tens of feet.

"It's true that there is no one in my sect." The Taoist Lord in white came against the wind, and all the red gifts brought by the Hengshan Sword Sect were annihilated in his hands, "What are you, you dare to act presumptuously outside the Xuantianzong's mountain gate."

"Senior brother...!"

"Rong... Daoist Rongxie..." Elder Liu's voice trembled. Although he and Jing Rong were both Nascent Souls, every time they met, he couldn't help trembling under Jing Rong's pressure.

When he came, he clearly planned to spit on Jing Rong, a guy who had a bad reputation and colluded with Moxiu, but now that Jing Rong himself was in front of his eyes, he was so frightened that he couldn't even utter a word of obscenity.

"Go on, weren't you very arrogant just now?" With Jing Rong's backing, Yun Jing kicked Yuan Ying without any pretense, and she kicked at Elder Liu hard, "Aren't you going to kill me? It's not insulting!" My sect? Continue."

Elder Liu's face was livid after being kicked hard, he just lifted up a ball of spiritual power in his palm, and then dissipated his anger under Jing Rong's cold gaze, and said in a dazed way: "Young Taoist Yun, what are you talking about, are we here?" I have never said such a thing about establishing friendship between the two factions."

"It's pretty quick to turn around." Yun Jing imitated Elder Liu's sinister smile just now, "Didn't you just say that our Xuantian Sect is not as good as before, and you bastards can bully us?"

"Little Daoist Yun, you...you, don't be aggressive." Elder Liu's face became more and more ugly. Since he entered the Nascent Soul, he has never been bullied by a mere Jindan. Yun Jing just relied on his appearance to support him. Not forgiving.

"Is this bullying?" Yun Jing smiled, "Then your Hengshan Sword Sect became popular during my sect's funeral, so you should all die as an example to others?"

When the elders who came late gathered in front of the mountain gate, Yun Jing stopped his legs, "Come on, tell me, come and find fault with our Xuantian Sect."