This is what cultivating immortals is like

Lu Bei took two steps back, glanced at the empty plaque, and confirmed that he was not at Sanqing Peak before entering the dilapidated Taoist temple.

As he expected, there was an old tree in the backyard, which was just right for Tian Mingzi's urn.

In addition, there is an ancient well that is standard in Taoist temples.

Lu Bei explored the depth, but unfortunately, he failed to trigger the side plot. It was a serious well that did not seal the peerless old demon, nor did it imprison the empress for thousands of years.

He waved his hand and put down the small box, and stepped to stir up waves in the earth. When Tianmingzi was buried, his body slowly rose up.

The mysterious state returned, and the spiritual network stretched out. Just as he was about to try his magical powers such as golden light and teleportation, he suddenly saw a fierce force in the distance and a group of black people rushing towards Xiaoqianshan.

Lu Bei, who was in a hurry, had no interest in getting involved in the grievances between Zhao and Qin, but he didn't want to watch the excitement. What's the difference between it and salted fish? He stayed here sincerely and prepared to wait until the battle was over before leaving.

Before Black Clothes arrived, Xiao Qianshan was the first to cause chaos.

Several white-clothed figures soared into the air, and the leading woman looked intently into the distance and said gloomily: "The dog thieves from the Qintian Prison are coming so fast. Two junior brothers, you two go to set up a formation to stop them. I and the palms from Xiao Qianshan are coming." You can’t leave until the door has been negotiated.”

Having said that, the woman knew very well that Qin Tianjian was cold-blooded and ruthless, leaving no one or animals behind wherever he went. The cultivating forces on Xiaoqian Mountain did not want to destroy their family, so they had no choice but to leave with her.

"Recruit all the monks quickly. Life or death depends on the day and night. We can't delay it any longer."

The woman is as beautiful as a fairy, with black hair like a waterfall. She is elegant without makeup, with a little red lips dotting her pink face. She is as delicate as a pink peach petal. She is a beauty that makes people shine.

Lu Bei's eyes lit up, he scratched his head in surprise, and lamented that the world is so small, and he could meet familiar people wherever he went.

"Senior Sister Shao..."

"Why is she here?"

"That's right, she was originally a monk from Zhao Qin."

Two figures in white went to the outside of Xiaoqian Mountain to stop the enemy. Chang Qingyu landed in the summit hall, faced more than a dozen sect leaders and temple masters, and said in a solemn voice: "Seniors, King Yan's minions have arrived, Xiaoqian Mountain is no longer In this paradise, if you still hold on to the thought of staying out of the situation when the sky is falling, you will only be in danger of death."

"What Fairy Chang said is right, and we don't know it, but King Yan has overwhelming power over the world, and Qin Tianjian has trapped countless powerful immortals. How can we resist his will with little ability?"

One of the leaders smiled bitterly and spoke, and as soon as he finished speaking, there were many people helping him.

Among them, there are many strange things, and the reasons for the arrival of Qin Tianjian are vaguely stated.

Xiaoqian's mountains and rivers are too shallow to amuse oneself, and cannot attract the hawks and dogs under King Yan's crotch. Today's disaster comes because of Chang Qingyu. As long as Chang Qingyu leaves, Qin Tianjian will also leave with him.

"Headmaster Liu, Pingxin Taoism was a big force in the past. Just because he was close to the royal family, he was suppressed by King Yan on the pretext of being suppressed. Now he has settled in Xiaoqianshan, and his character has also been smoothed?"

"And Master Fei, five hundred years ago, your Divine Fist Temple..."

"Taoist Priest Wuxin, Shaoyan Villa was so powerful in the past..."

Chang Qingyu counted them one by one and said loudly: "Especially the Wuliang Sword Sect. King Yan used the royal family to drive you out of Zhaoqin. Although a thousand years have passed, has it really wiped out your blood?"

After the words fell, no one responded. He clenched his fist and coughed lightly as he prompted: "Fairy Chang, the Wuliang Sword Sect has died. The last disciple, Tian Mingzi, has not been seen for many years."

Chang Qingyu's eyelids twitched, and he felt that he had come to the wrong place. A bunch of losers on Xiaoqian Mountain had long lost the arrogance of the seniors at Shanmen.

It is better to expect this group of people to rise up than to expect King Yan himself to catch the cold and die suddenly on a dark and windy night.

"Who said the Wuliang Sword Sect is dead? I'm still here!"

Outside the courtyard wall, a disembodied voice came, and its whereabouts were uncertain. Several heads searched for the voice, but could not find where the speaker was hiding.

There are still experts in Xiao Qianshan!

As soon as Chang Qingyu's eyes lit up, she knew that a skinny camel was bigger than a horse, and there must be an outsider among the poor families gathered on Xiaoqian Mountain.

"Hey!"

Lu Bei hummed and climbed over the wall, patted the dust on his hands, skillfully lifted his long hair in front of his face, and felt good about himself: "The Wuliang Sword Sect Tianmingzi is here, who said that my sword sect is dead?"

At this time, Lu Bei changed into the appearance of Tian Mingzi. After landing, he defiantly confronted Dashu. Judging from his angry look, if Shu didn't give him an explanation today, he would definitely draw his sword to seek justice.

"Xianzi Chang, this fellow Taoist is Tian Mingzi of the Wuliang Sword Sect. As you have seen, he is basically dead." Someone in the group of leaders reminded him kindly.

Chang Qingyu's eyelids twitched wildly, and she took a deep breath: "Masters, the spies from the Qintian Prison have arrived, and the army will arrive soon. If you hesitate any longer, you will never leave in the future."

"..."xN

Everyone was silent. King Yan was extremely aloof and arrogant. He would rather betray the world than let the world betray him. No matter why Qin Tian Prison came, a bloody storm would definitely be inevitable.

I don’t want to die, so I can only break it into pieces and follow Chang Qingyu away.

But after leaving, he was put on King Yan's wanted list, but he still ended up dead.

"Seniors, I understand what you are thinking. I will talk about the future later. For now, let's think about survival first!" Chang Qingyu sighed and stopped pressing.

Zhao Qin has been a bit uneven in the past few hundred years, no, in the past thousand years.

Not only Zhao Qin, but also in any country or force, as time settles and the power changes and iterates, there will be overt and covert struggles.

Zhao Qin is unfortunate. King Yan controls the government. He is either a great emperor or a great emperor. He dominates the world by one person. Anyone who disobeys will be killed. Countless monks in Zhao Qin tremble in front of him.

Zhao Qin is also lucky. King Yan is unparalleled in talent, cultivation, and governance. He is so outstanding that no one in the entire Jiang family can compare with him. Without him to support Zhao Qin, the building will collapse and Zhao Qin will live for thousands of years. Zhao Qin will not be able to maintain itself. great power status.

Some time ago, King Yan wanted to abolish the throne and set aside the throne. The Jiang family royal family could not bear it anymore, and the conflicts that had been accumulated for thousands of years were ignited. In the moment of the explosion, the whole territory of Zhaoqin was burned.

If we don't want this battle to develop into subjugation and civil strife, we can only fight it quickly.

This is the intention of both parties.

Chang Qingyu was ordered to arrive in Nanqi to gather knowledgeable people to fight against the rebellious King Yan. He realized that there were hidden dragons and crouching tigers in Xiaoqian Mountain, and his ancestors had been wealthy before, so he made a special trip here to win over people.

Not as famous as meeting him, I am very disappointed.

"I'm asking you, did you just say that my Infinite Sword Sect was dead? Do you think you can deceive me by pretending not to say anything?"

Lu Bei raised his foot and kicked it out, broke it with a snap, and coldly snorted: "But even so, I thought it was so powerful. Today is a small punishment, so I'm sorry you don't dare to say anything rude."

Chang Qingyu: "..."

The Wuliang Sword Sect that was famous all over the world in the past is really dead.

…

After a cup of tea, nearly a thousand people gathered.

Not only did he have a family, but he also carried his wife and children, all of whom he carried on his back.

What's more, for example, Tian Mingzi of the Wuliang Sword Sect almost dug the well in his backyard when he heard that he had left his hometown.

The place was crowded with people with mixed cultivations, noisy and noisy. Chang Qingyu and other white-clothed monks could hear their heads buzzing.

"If you ask me, Qin Tian Prison has bullied us right to the doorstep. There are so many of us, so why not fight to the death?"

"Pretty!"

"That's right. You should have someone on your back when you die. A certain family's grandfather died in the hands of Qin Tian Jian. Someone has a sworn hatred with them, so you should have someone on your back when you die."

"Pretty!"

"...

When there are more people, there are more opinions. The rabble has no self-consciousness about being a miscellaneous soldier. Each person is fighting to the death, which is much more reckless than the heads of each family.

But everyone who understands understands that when it comes to fighting, those who show off their authority will run the fastest.

Chang Qingyu didn't want to talk nonsense with Zayu, so he called all the leaders and each used their magical powers to lead the elite of the mountain sect to evacuate to the stronghold. The remaining disciples were broken into pieces and dispersed throughout the Nanbian Kingdom. It would be best to go into the deep mountains and old forests and hide in a place. Come out in half a year.

After the discussion was over, the crowd dispersed after hearing the news. Chang Qingyu watched the ant nest disperse with a bewildered expression. Several leaders regarded themselves as trash fish and disappeared into the mountains with the broken army.

With these leaders taking the lead, the elites who were supposed to stay behind learned the art of coercion on the spot and ran away without a trace.

For example, the warrior who had a big grudge against Qin Tianjian for killing his grandfather suddenly remembered that he had no children, so he decided to go back to his hometown to marry a wife and have children, and then go to attack King Yan a year later.

Soon, there were only a few lonely figures standing in the field. When the wind blew, they ran away again.

Lu Bei looked around, thinking about leaving. There was no need for him to stay, so he turned around and ran down the mountain.

After watching the fun, it’s time to relax.

"Qintian Supervisor is doing business. Anyone who dares to leave should stay with me!"

A figure fell to the ground, raising a huge wave of dust.

Lu Bei looked up at the sky, hummed twice, and retreated behind Chang Qingyu.

With so many people not stopping but blocking his way, it must be his handsomeness that has harmed him again.

The person who came had a white face and no beard, and was dressed in black and brocade robes. His evil aura could not hide his elegance, and he had a good face that made people get close to him.

Congratulations to Yuluo, Qin Tianjian's Seventh Kill Order.

King Yan was a scholar in his early years, elegant and easy-going, a humble gentleman, and proficient in medical skills. Later, he found that studying medicine could not save Zhao Qin, so he gave up his writing and cultivated immortality. Without paying attention, he defeated Zhao Qin's invincible enemies.

With this past, the appearance of his soldiers is almost the same.

He Yuluo ignored the fleeing crowd, compared the faces of several people in white, took out the wanted list and flipped through it: "It turns out she is the eldest lady of the Shenchang family of Hengxue Liu, tsk tsk, all of them are queens of famous families. If you change sides and disown your armor, Isn't it wonderful to surrender with courtesy without losing the status of a prince? The country is safe and the people are happy!"

Chang Qingyu said nothing, and the sword in his hand bloomed with sword intent.

The sky is blue and the rain is falling, the hissing cool wind is interspersed in the rain lines, and the power of Pei Ran's sword suddenly fills the space between heaven and earth.

The invisible force of the sword swept across, stirring up the small Qianshan Mountain Protective Formation. A hazy mist swept across the entire mountain, and the trees were covered with white mist. For a moment, they couldn't even see their fingers.

He Yuluo showed disdain on his face, the black wave moved from far to near, clusters of demonic thoughts came like shadows, the dark claws rose into the sky, and the sky-covering shadow slowly pressed down towards Xiao Qianshan.

"Leave no one behind!"