Chapter 766 Qingyang Nebula (1)

Although his attitude was slightly cold, True Lord Zihong did not mean to be embarrassed and immediately controlled the silver flying sword to land.

"A hundred years have passed, and I didn't expect that it would be this son who finally set foot on the Yuanying Avenue and took charge of the Yuanyang Sect."

"And Master Changfeng has returned to ordinary life."

Among the crowd, a golden elixir male cultivator with slightly dark skin looked at "True Lord Qingyang" for a few times without any trace, and a complicated look flashed in his eyes.

This man carries a huge black sword on his back, and has the aura of "a heavy sword without a sharp edge, a large sword without any craftsmanship". He is exactly the "Zhenren Zhongxuan" who had a close relationship back then.

More than a hundred years later, his cultivation has reached the peak of Jindan.

But Chongxuan was from the same period as Changfeng, and was even older than the latter. Now that he was over six hundred years old, his energy and blood had already begun to decline.

The physical state does not allow him to hit the Nascent Soul bottleneck.

It's over before it even begins!

Looking at the eloquent "True Lord Qingyang", although Zhongxuan's face was calm, he couldn't help but feel a little lonely in his heart.

The Nascent Soul bottleneck is as difficult as climbing to the sky. Even famous Jindan monks like them will not be able to succeed if they don't have the opportunity.

More than a hundred years have passed, and none of the top golden elixirs of the five sects back then have set foot on the Nascent Soul Avenue.

"People like me, like the great sun at this moment, are about to come to an end."

"And tomorrow, the sun will rise as usual."

While walking, looking at the sun that was about to set in the Western Mountains, Master Zhongxuan let out a subtle sigh, feeling quite a bit lonely like a hero in his twilight years.

In these years, the top golden elixirs of the five sects have hit the bottleneck of Yuanying, but they have all failed like Master Changfeng.

Either he will die directly, or his strength will be greatly reduced and lost to the public.

"Senior Brother Tianfeng once said before he passed away that fellow Taoist Zihong was one of his few friends, and he told Liu not to neglect him."

Under the gaze of thousands of monks, Liu Yu and Zihong stood side by side with a smile on their faces.

As he spoke, he winked, and Elder Jindan immediately stepped forward and led the remaining monks of Waning Moon Valley aside.

As for himself, he led Zihong Zhenren towards the inside.

The world of cultivating immortals is very hierarchical, and a dignified ancestor would naturally not sit in the same hall as a low-level monk, let alone eat at the same table.

During this baby-making ceremony, the Qi-refining and foundation-building monks could only sit in the open air and eat in and around the Shanmen Square according to their strength and status.

As for Jindan Zhenren, the standard of treatment is obviously at a higher level. He spends his time in a separate attic room, and occasionally the Jindan elders show up to entertain him.

As for the four sects of golden elixirs, they naturally have to be treated differently. The elders of the golden elixirs will be present throughout the banquet.

Passing through the bustling square filled with various tables and chairs, it didn't take long for the two of them to arrive in front of a main hall, where the Yuanyang Sect entertained distinguished guests.

The palace is magnificent and covers an extremely large area. Its architectural style is classical and luxurious, and it is in line with the grand style.

All the details reflect the profound heritage of nine thousand years.

Outside the hall, two teams of white-clothed inner disciples stared intently, and their cultivation levels had all reached the peak of Qi refining.

They stood on both sides of the palace gate like a forbidden army to prevent irrelevant people from disturbing the ancestor's elegant mood.

In the hall, a huge round table is placed in the center of the hall, on which are already full of spiritual melons, spiritual fruits, fairy jelly and jade dew.

There are only five chairs arranged around the round table, which are obviously the seats of the Yuan Ying ancestors of the five sects.

"Fellow Taoist Qingyang, you don't have to be so polite. Cangyue Valley and Guizong have always been on good terms. Naturally, I will not be your friend this time."

"It's just that the other three factions depend on the strength of fellow Taoists."

After sitting down, True Lord Zihong expressed his attitude straight to the point, and then gave a reminder.

"Don't worry, fairy. Since you have invited all fellow Taoists to come, Liu is confident."

Hearing this, Liu Yu smiled lightly.

"oh?"

True Lord Zihong's eyes moved and he looked deeply at Liu Yu.

Seeing how confident the other party was, she was quite surprised, and a little curious arose in her heart.

According to the information received, it has not been more than a year since Qingyang gave birth to a baby.

According to common sense, the realm should not even be stable, but at this moment, it seems to be very secure.

"He Laomo" of the Hehuan Sect is not an easy person, and his cultivation level is still a small level higher, which is not within the range that the new Nascent Soul can deal with.

Do you really have something to rely on?

Or are you ignorant and arrogant?

"interesting."

Feeling the solid and stable spiritual pressure fluctuations around the other party, Zihong Zhenjun's eyes flashed, looking forward to the next "good show".

"Um?"

Just after saying a few polite words, Liu Yu's expression changed and he looked toward the mountain gate.

In the spiritual induction, a stream of Nascent Soul spiritual pressure approached rapidly.

"Is he the old devil of Hehuan?"

"Still the old Taoist Yun Yi?"

Thinking like this, he nodded towards True Lord Zihong and quickly rushed to the mountain gate.

The two True Lords of Piaoxue Pavilion are Taoist couples and have always acted together. This time they only felt a surge of spiritual pressure, so they could not be Nascent Soul cultivators of Piaoxue Pavilion.

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Accompanied by spiritual pressure as high as a mountain or a sea, a huge red escaping light came from the sky, with twenty or thirty monks wrapped in it.

After the light dispersed, the "Old Devil of Hehuan" whom Liu Yu had met once, was suddenly at the front.

"snort!"

He Laomo snorted coldly, seeming to show off his power, but his spiritual pressure did not restrain at all.

At the mountain gate, all the monks suddenly stiffened, as if a huge boulder was pressing down on them, and they were a little breathless.

Looking below, at a group of low-level monks staggering around, He Laomo, who was wearing a pink robe, had a trace of disdain in his eyes and stood silently in the air without saying a word.

In the distance, his consciousness took in this scene, and Liu Yu frowned.

They were only about ten miles apart from each other, and they didn't hide it deliberately. It was impossible for the other party not to notice their presence.

But he still did it like this, his attitude was very arrogant, and it was obvious that the person who came here had bad intentions.

"Perhaps in this person's eyes, I am still just the junior Jin Dan from back then, and I am not worthy to be compared with him."

Thinking like this, Liu Yu's face was expressionless, but a cold light was already looming in his eyes.

If you let it go and let the disciples of the sect below and the vassals of the Yuan Kingdom wander around, even though they won't say anything, their reputation will undoubtedly plummet.

The other party is so arrogant and domineering, so good words and persuasion will not be of any use. It will only make it more aggressive, and a fierce counterattack must be made!

In just a short moment, many thoughts flashed through his mind, and Liu Yu had already made a decision.

The magic power in his body was roaring, and his figure disappeared in a flash, and the next moment he appeared at the mountain gate.

"boom!!!"

Without a word of nonsense, the real Nascent Soul spiritual pressure was suddenly released from Liu Yu's body, heading towards He Laomo's spiritual pressure.

"Bang!!!"

In the head-on confrontation between the two Nascent Soul spiritual pressures, the surrounding spiritual energy suddenly became extremely chaotic, and explosions sounded in the air one after another.

Invisibly, the two powerful Qi machines continued to collide, and they clashed dozens or hundreds of times in an instant.

The next moment, the spiritual pressure that enveloped many low-level monks suddenly dissipated. They felt relaxed and couldn't help but look up.

One was wearing a jet black robe, the other was wearing a pink robe, and they were both extremely tall and tall.

About a mile apart, the two men were swaying in each other's robes from a distance, and the two powerful auras were colliding fiercely.

"True Lord Qingyang!"

"The old devil of Hehuan!"

The moment he raised his head, thousands of low-level monks locked onto the two of them.

Both of their auras are as unfathomable as the ocean, and the spiritual pressure revealed indiscriminately is frightening.

Every person has an indescribable strong sense of existence.

Just standing there, even if doing nothing, is impossible to ignore.

It seems that everything in the world revolves around these two people.

In comparison, even the aloof Jindan Zhenren seems insignificant at this moment, and has been completely reduced to the background and foil.

"Judging from the spiritual pressure, the strength of He Laomo is indeed on par with the uninjured Tianfeng."

"It is better than the early stage monks I have seen before, such as "Qingshui Zhenjun"."

"But this level is still within the range that can be dealt with. There is no need to use the Sword of Destruction or other trump cards."

During the confrontation, Liu Yu thought silently as he carefully felt the opponent's spiritual pressure and aura.

Although it is a ninth-grade golden elixir, it is based on the "two-color Nascent Soul" and also took the "Yingying Dan".

But after all, the opponent was a little higher than him, so if he were just competing for spiritual pressure, he would start to fall into a disadvantage in the blink of an eye.

Because of the sect's stance, the two were inherently hostile and it was almost impossible to reconcile.

So Liu Yu didn't talk nonsense, didn't say a word from beginning to end, and showed a tough attitude.

Don't give in an inch!

"This level of spiritual pressure is definitely not something that a new Nascent Soul can possess."

"However, the news is absolutely true and there is absolutely no chance of any mistakes or omissions. The baby was indeed born not long ago."

"What methods did Qingyang use to quickly pass through the stage of the newly promoted Nascent Soul?"

"Could it be that old immortal Tianfeng who prepared a "nurturing pill" for him, or a spiritual object with the same effect?"

On the opposite side, He Wangtian's face was calm, but his heart was filled with turmoil.

Two breaths later, he had no reservations in spiritual pressure, but just barely had the upper hand. The shock was indescribable.

For a while, He Wangtian had thoughts in his mind and thought of various possibilities.

The Baby-Nursing Pill is extremely precious, and the main medicine is almost extinct in Tiannan, so no one has refined this pill for thousands of years.

But ruling out all possibilities, facing the current real situation, he could only accept the reality.

He Wangtian guessed that Tianfeng, the old immortal, should have made temporary preparations for him.

As for what Liu Yu had collected himself, he subconsciously did not want to think about it. This was undoubtedly the worst case scenario.

You must know that in the Nascent Soul stage, the gap between each small realm is very huge.

Generally speaking, even if three early-stage Nascent Soul monks join forces, they can barely protect themselves against the mid-stage monks, and the difference is obvious.

However, a monk's spiritual pressure can largely represent the strength of his magic power, which reflects part of his strength.

The spiritual pressure is only slightly inferior. Doesn't it mean that the opponent's strength is not too different from his own?

Qingyang is just a new Nascent Soul, this conclusion is too ridiculous!

Even if you take the "Nursing Pill" and pass directly through the stage of the new Yuanying, you are just an ordinary early-stage monk, and there is still a huge gap between the middle stage of the Yuanying.

Wanting to directly compete is tantamount to fantasy.

Although this possibility was slim, He Wangtian was still horrified when he thought about it.

Just because the other party is too young.

"Judging from the spiritual pressure, this person's strength is definitely not comparable to that of the new Nascent Soul, and is even better than many veteran early-stage monks."

"The previous plan seems to be unworkable."

After only two breaths of confrontation, He Wangtian realized this, and his face suddenly became gloomy.

Just when he was about to really take action and suppress the opponent's arrogance.

In the direction behind him, there were two mid-stage Nascent Soul spiritual pressures that suddenly appeared at the same time.

The two fairies of wind and snow!

Seeing this, He Wangtian sighed in his heart. Although he was very reluctant, he still had to give up.

Among the five sects of Chu State, Piaoxue Pavilion is the most powerful, faintly surpassing the other four sects.

The two True Monarchs of Piaoxue Pavilion, a man and a woman, are Taoist couples who are good at combined attacks and can compete with the late Nascent Soul monks. They are known as the "Two Immortals of Wind and Snow".

Counting Tianfeng who has already sat down, the ancestors of the five sects are all considered outstanding in the Nascent Soul realm, and their strength is generally at the mid-level.

Because of this, the overall strength of the Chu Kingdom's Immortal Cultivation World is definitely not weak, and it can rank among the Nine and Seven Nations Alliances, although it ranks relatively low.

The "Snow and Wind Immortals" appeared together, almost equivalent to half a great monk, and their strength completely surpassed the other four.

Therefore, the remaining four factions need to join forces in pairs to avoid being defeated and annexed one by one by Piaoxue Pavilion.

He Wangtian doesn't have to give face to other Nascent Souls.

However, the "Fengxue Immortals" could not and could not be rude in person, so they did not continue to take action.

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PS: There is another big chapter in the early morning, and I will write the baby-conceiving ceremony in one go.