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Chapter 475 Ten Northern Kingdoms Heavenly Dao League (please collect, please subscribe!)

The sixth god-lord appeared between heaven and earth, the god-lord of Huangquan.

So far, long-term vision.

Among the Nine Realms, the Wushen Realm, the Demon God Realm, the Underworld Realm, the Illusory Demon Realm, the Cloud Realm, and the Mid-Heaven Realm all have god masters. Although the ancient demon world has no god masters, there are ancient demon ancestors and powerful rulers; Only the nether world and the vast sea world are left, and the two worlds are uninhabited lands.

As time goes by, more and more messages come through.

It is said that the success this time was due to the joint efforts of Lord Huangquan and Dongzhou Sword Cultivator to successfully suppress the entire Huangquan world and accomplish great things.

"Aren't Lord Huangquan and Dongzhou Sword Cultivator mortal enemies? I heard that Dongzhou Sword Cultivator forced him to blew himself up. Why did they join forces?"

"There are no permanent friends or permanent enemies in this world. What's more, who knows what happened back then, was it a real enough bitter trick? You must know that the monks of Central Continent also participated in that battle. The master of a domain influences a world. What a great benefit? For a long time, the Wushen Realm, the Demon God Realm, the Cloud Realm, and the Zhongtian Realm have all been controlled by Zhongzhou. Qingzhou controls the Illusory Demon Realm. There is no boundary, and now it can be regarded as making up for the lack.”

"What is the specific benefit of owning a domain?"

"The mineral assets of the world, the living beings and all things, not only belong to you, but can also be divided into ten or twelve. What benefits do you think this is?"

The world is undergoing tremendous changes, but the lives of the people living in it continue day by day. Although the appearance of the God Lord of the Underworld has caused huge shocks in this world, after day after day, it will eventually affect the ordinary monks. Life, not much has changed.

At most, there are more people around who believe in the god of the underworld. It is difficult for a person, especially a cultivator, to believe in the god with all his heart.

Because what cultivators worship is the Tao, and the Tao exists everywhere, even in the excrement and urine, it exists objectively. Even the first Taoist, Dao Zun, is just a forerunner. They are just seekers and pioneers.

In this way, immortal cultivators will worship the Tao, the Taoist, the ancestors and ancestors, but they will not believe in them, because the Tao's practice philosophy is: whether you believe in me or not, I am here.

Golden Rainbow Valley, the underworld area of ​​the inspection hall.

A little girl with delicate eyebrows is exhaling and practicing Qi.And Zhang Lie was watching from the side, observing his daughter.

Although in the Golden Rainbow Valley these years, being powerful and powerful is very comfortable, but Zhang Lie is not someone who will lose his vigilance because of these things.

Like a jigsaw puzzle, he pieced together the information he had received over the years, and then asked the question back then:
Patriarch Qingyangzi, why did he have to come back by himself.

Zhang Lie has self-knowledge, he knows that although he has some talents, he is not worthy of a Nascent Soul Patriarch.

Now, looking at the daughter in front of him, Zhang Lie seemed to have an answer in his heart.

It can be seen that Zhang Qing is on the futon of the Fatai, exercising the cultivation method of the Earth Shatong Youjue, with her body as the center, it seems to spread a circle of dark light.

The Taiyin Jade Book is already what Qingyangzi can find for Zhang Qing, and it is the most suitable method for her physical cultivation, but it is still not as good as the Earth Shatong Youjue, which can perfectly exert Zhang Qing's potential.

In this inspection hall, on the edge of this place close to the nether world, Zhang Qing, who is practicing, is improving her skill at a terrifying speed.

"This is not the root of heaven at all, but a kind of immortal body that I don't know about. It is a special root bone that surpasses the body of Taihe."

The strongest cultivation physique that Zhang Lie has seen in his life is the Taihe Dao physique of Yu Zechen, a disciple of Kunyuan Mountain Li Chenzi.But even the Taihe Dao physique is not as good as his daughter's physique.

Under the external environment, what Zhang Qing showed was only the physique of cultivating immortals with Tianlinggen, but after practicing the secret formula of earth shatong, it was quite different when he practiced in the area near the Netherland, which far exceeded the physique of cultivating immortals with Tianlinggen limit.

But Zhang Lie didn't feel any happiness because of this, it may not be a good thing to have such a heaven-defying opportunity.

For a second-generation immortal and third-generation immortal, if his master is strong enough, he can take all kinds of magic-enhancing pills and refine them at will, but when a person's magic power far exceeds his Taoism and Taoism comprehension, he doesn't need to exorcise. That power alone would destroy him completely.

Therefore, people like Yu Zechen, the proud son of heaven, have to hone and try their swords everywhere, and even almost died because of it.

Without these experiences to develop a mind, and to directly control a powerful force, the result can only be destruction.

The prime minister must start from the state, and the fierce general must be sent to the army; the experience that ordinary people can sum up, the immortal cultivator who has lived for a long time will only understand it more profoundly.

"Let me come back to make up for Qing'er's lack of heart, so that she will have no regrets? In the years since I came back, Qing'er's heart has indeed grown rapidly, and she has become more and more like a big girl."

When Zhang Lie just came back, Zhang Qing's mood was like a little girl in her early teens. After Zhang Lie came back, he gave her enough love.

In just a few years, Zhang Qing's character grew rapidly.

It was as if she deliberately controlled herself and would always be a little girl until her father came back.

Originally, Zhang Lie felt relieved, but with the continuous investigation in recent years, Zhang Lie gradually discovered that there was a huge shadow behind Qing'er——Qing Yangzi. He watched with greedy eyes, It's like an old farmer waiting for the fruit to ripen, he wants to eat Qing'er!
Although he still doesn't know what Qingyangzi's specific method is, Zhang Lie trusts his intuition very much.

"Hall Master, monks from the Heavenly Dao League of the Northern Kingdom came to seek an audience. A letter from the Inheritance Hall said that the Supreme Elder appointed you to receive and preside over this matter."

At this moment, such voices came from outside the hall.

Zhang Lie in the hall looked cold, but he still responded after a while:

"Understood, let's go down."

"Subordinates obey."

The Xuanhuang Great World consists of nine domains and seven continents, and each continent has different characteristics:

The cold continent in the northern region is bitter, cold and barren. At the same time, there are shamans, sea beasts and prairie monks in the north who are in chaos, and a lot of high-ranking monks in this continent are involved.

The area of ​​South Vietnam is considered a safe corner in it.

But the monks of the Tiandao League in the north are not idiots. Once high-level monks appear in various places, they must contribute to the interests of all the human races in the Northern Territory Hanzhou. Unless they have sufficient reasons, they will definitely not be able to escape.

None of the three ancestors of Jinhong Valley participated in the Tiandao League and avoided the extremely tragic civilized war, but their reasons were indeed sufficient. There are three ghost caves suppressed under Jinhong Valley. Thousands of ghosts eat the sky, a tragedy that affects the whole continent.

But although this reason is sufficient, the cultivators of the Heavenly Dao League always come to check it out. It is impossible for Jin Honggu to say what it is.

Of the three ghost caves, only the one below the inspection hall can enter and exit freely, so this matter naturally fell on Zhang Lie.

"Jinhonggu Zhang Lie, I have met three seniors."

Half an hour later, Zhang Lie took Li Zangxiang, Chen Qingyuan, and some elite deacons from the inspection hall to meet the three envoys sent by the Northern Heavenly Dao League in the sky.

Although there were only three of them, all of these three envoys were Yuanying Zhenjun. It seemed that the Tiandao League really took this matter seriously.

Among the three Nascent Soul True Monarchs, the only one is a middle-aged monk with a blue robe and jade belt and an ordinary face. On the left is a beautiful female cultivator with a snow-white and cold complexion. With a cold air.

On the right is a white-haired old man with red skin and crutches. His right leg is really disabled and his face is ugly. It seems that he has been poisoned and managed to save his life.

These three have already been entertained by Zhenjun Qianfeng, and Qingyang and Chimei are both in seclusion and unable to come forward.

Therefore, at this time, Jinhong Valley no longer has the Nascent Soul True Monarch to show up, but instead shows a magnanimous heart and is not afraid of strict inspections.

"You are Zhang Yuanlie who is known as the sword master? I have also studied swordsmanship intensively. If I have time, you and I can learn from each other."

The first person to return the gift was the middle-aged monk in the blue robe and jade belt, and the first to speak was the white-haired old man.

"Let's check the danger level of Nether Catacombs first. If senior is still interested after this matter, Zhang Lie will naturally accompany him."

Zhang Lie smiled slightly, and responded in this way neither humble nor overbearing.

Then, he took three envoys from the Northern Heavenly Dao League to the Nether Catacombs. In the process, as they went deeper, monks like Li Zangxiang, Chen Qingyuan, and even the deacons of the inspection hall kept retreating. In the case of such an unorganized attack and invasion, their existence is just a burden to the Nascent Soul cultivator.

As long as the three Nascent Soul-level fighters don't go too deep into the Nether World, they won't encounter any danger, except in extreme accidents.

When the deputy palace master Chen Qingyuan retreated, he respectfully presented each of the three true monarchs with a Qiankun bag, and the heavy spirit stones in it made even the three Nascent Soul True Monarchs quite satisfied.

And Zhang Lie was flying in front, as if he hadn't sensed it at all.

No one would think that there are too many spirit stones, and the same is true of Yuanying Zhenjun. These spirit stones are now paid by Chen Qingyuan, or the Chen family behind him, but there will naturally be a way to inspect the palace in the future, and even the capital from the public account bit by bit. Return the profit to the Chen family.

This is not the first time Zhang Lie has been in charge of a party, he knows too well how to act expediently.

What the above want to see is the desired result, the order they give is not important, the important thing is to get the desired result.

Some subordinates blindly carry out the orders from above, but don't try to figure out what results the above want.

Sufficient ability, such a mentality, and the combination of the two are the proper attitude of a high-level official in the ruling party. As long as such a person follows the right superiors, he can often rise to the top.

But that's not what Zhang Lie wanted. He wished that the Heavenly Dao League would transfer all the three Patriarchs of Jinhong Valley away.

But this is objectively impossible, because the Nether Catacombs in South Vietnam and the situation where ghosts devour the sky exist objectively. The Tiandao League has transferred three Nascent Soul True Monarchs from here, and they have to make up for three more. Yuanying Zhenjun who is familiar with the local situation, the high-level decision-makers are crazy to act like this.

"This Nether Ghost Cave is indeed full of yin energy. Commander Zhang has been responsible for guarding this place for many years. It is really hard work."

The four of them crossed the defensive circle and came to the place full of Yin Qi, the nether world.

The sky is dark blue, and the boundless land is covered with cracks. From the cracks, faint purple fire fronts are faintly revealed, and everything will be destroyed when it touches it.

"Fortunately, I've gotten used to guarding this place for many years. Usually nothing happens. The Netherworld is vast and vast, and most of the ghosts are ignorant. There are some special spirit ghosts with complete personality memories. Once a spirit ghost is encountered, it will be extremely difficult."

"If the three of you don't mind, we can go to a few nearby ghost kings to hunt and kill. The core thing in the body of a high-level ghost cultivator, also known as the ghost heart, is an excellent material for refining high-grade puppets and is very valuable. "

Why was Chen Qingyuan, the deputy palace master, given the gift just now? Because even if he was rejected and reprimanded in his capacity, the matter still had room for reversal.

Now it is different again, although hunting the ghost king also has extremely high rewards, but this is more in line with the meaning of inspection, and it is normal to have rewards.

"Okay, then I will follow Commander Zhang's arrangement." The middle-aged man in Lan Dao glanced at his companions on the left and right, then turned his head and said to Zhang Lie.

"Besides my palace formation, there are several ghost kings who want to seize the nether passage hidden in several shades. Fortunately, the ghost cultivators have a ghostly heart, and they are constantly dirty with each other, and they can't really unite. Defense is enough, but the pressure exists objectively."

Zhang Lie led the three monks from the Heavenly Dao League to a place called Guiminghe. Here, a female ghost in red has been entrenched all year round.

Zhang Lie wanted to kill her a long time ago, but because she was good at escaping, Zhang Lie himself was not sure of killing her, so he delayed until now.

The four of them hid near the Guiming River for three days, because this is a rather large area, so the four of them were scattered and hidden to increase the possibility of encountering them.

During these three days, Zhang Lie meditated in the area where he was hiding, breathing out while holding the spirit stone in his hand. This kind of waiting was normal, even if he couldn't wait, it was normal.

But this day, Zhang Lie inexplicably felt a little uneasy during the process of exhaling and meditating.

Sensing this, Zhang Lie frowned slightly, quickly checked his entire practice system, and found that there were no mistakes or omissions inside and outside of himself:
"Could it be that something happened to Qing'er? This is unlikely. Qingyangzi has just retreated for a long time, and with his practice habits of an ascetic monk, it is impossible to leave the seclusion in such a short period of time. It's not me, it's not Qing Well, the uneasiness isn't very strong either . . . it's people who don't mean much to me."

Thinking of this, Zhang Lie waved out the Haotian Mirror, pinched several seal formulas in his hand, and hit it on the talisman.

Observing the sky and the earth is one of the most basic abilities of this treasure.

Zhang Lie quickly looked around, and sure enough, he found that the red-clothed female ghost entrenched in the Guiming River had appeared. At this moment, she was standing under a withered old tree, in the form of a mummy, and was fighting with the three of the Tiandaomeng. Among the true monarchs, the blue-clothed true monarch looked at each other.

After these few days of getting along, Zhang Lie certainly already knew the names of these people: Mo Pengyu, Gu Lanyue, Yuchi Ruicheng.

The person who is fascinated by ghosts now is the blue-clothed monk Mo Pengyu. Even though he is beside him at this moment, there is still a precious orb that is overflowing with spiritual light.

But this person stared at the red-clothed mummy in front of him bewilderedly, obviously lost his mind.

"What's the matter, how can you be controlled by illusion so easily when you are obviously not weak?"

After Zhang Lie found the problem, he almost reflexively drew out his flying sword, and slashed at the mysterious and strange ghost king in red.

Among the three monks of the Tiandao League, the disabled old man Yu Chi Ruicheng has the highest cultivation level of the fourth level of the Nascent Soul, Mo Pengyu is next to the third level of the Nascent Soul, and the female cultivator Gu Lanyue is similar to him, but slightly inferior to the third level. Divide heat.

This time, Mo Pengyu was so easily controlled by the illusion.It is because he has practiced a special kind of magic technique, and every time he struggles out after being restrained by illusion, he will make some progress in the magic technique, and he will not be controlled by this kind of illusion again in the future, so he plans to After preparing a Shaking Bead, he waited quietly, and he was actually waiting for the ghost king in red in Guiminghe.

For those who cast illusions, once their own illusions are broken, there will be a period of mana backlash. Mo Pengyu is in charge of the God Shaking Orb and takes the initiative to bear the illusions of the ghost king in red.

Only this time, the illusion changed in various ways, and suddenly, Mo Pengyu heard a soft cry in his ear:
"Son!"

The voice was so familiar, Mo Pengyu opened his eyes and saw a kind old woman weaving straw sandals in that dilapidated thatched cottage thousands of years ago.

"Son, I've suffered for you all these years! Mother, I'm sorry!"

"Son, you must be more careful when you go up the mountain to collect herbs!"

"Son..."

With a single call, all the memories of Shen Feng that he thought he had forgotten were awakened.

Although I have practiced hard for thousands of years, I think I have forgotten it.But Mo Pengyu could no longer hold on, and couldn't help but shouted:
"Mother, mother, my son misses you!"

"Mother, it's my son who is sorry for you! I abandoned you for the sake of cultivating the Tao. How did you end up? What happened to you in the end..."

Mo Pengyu was originally just a herb collector in a mountain village. He lived with his widowed mother since he was a child. The widowed mother wove straw sandals to subsidize the family and provided him with the medicine to go up the mountain. Although the life of the mother and son was poor, they also had hope. better than the day.

Until one day, Mo Pengyu met a cultivator in the mountains.

The monk saw that he was quite rooted and stable, and he was interested, so he allowed him the way: asked him if he still had any concerns at home.

In this world, everyone knows the existence of immortal cultivators.

Mo Pengyu's heart came alive the moment he met the old Taoist, but when he heard the words "Is there any concern at home", his heart froze.Then he said:

"No."

Because he was too scared, too scared, he could only meet this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and he would just miss it.

The old Taoist stared into Mo Pengyu's eyes, and smiled for a while: "Since there is no one, then follow me into the mountains to practice Taoism. Remember, once you enter the fairyland, the world of mortals will be broken."

After that, it was a long century of Qingxiu.

Relying on his good talent and savvy, as well as the kind of acknowledgment of labor and grievances and conscientious work of a person from a poor background, Mo Pengyu finally surpassed the senior brothers, took over all the mantle and morals of the master, and took over the position of head.

But he will never forget that before the master died, he was recruited into the room and stared at him coldly.

Then he said:
"Never, never forget. Everything you have now, your cultivation in this body, is what you got by abandoning your mother... Raising obsessions as demons, promoting cultivation, surpassing the mundane world, cutting off common thoughts, This is the method of mental demons to improve, and my view is a small Taoist view. Only when you practice with this mind and thought, and use daily suffering and pain as nourishment, can you prove the Dao!"

"Dao, right there, whether you are a good person, a bad person, or a true demon, even if it's shit on the ground, or a pool of rotten mud, you can prove it."

It turned out that Master already knew that he was lying.At the moment when his spiritual life was exhausted, he taught his apprentice the last lesson.

Relying on the means of cultivating the demons of the demonic monks, Mo Pengyu has come to today step by step from a monk who is almost a casual cultivator in a small Taoist temple, but there will always be a defect in his heart, and this defect has formed his fatal weakness .

Thousands of years later, when I knelt in front of my mother and begged for repentance, my mother gently held her cheek again, as gentle as before.

Then, Mo Pengyu just watched that face, which turned into a dry corpse, a skeleton.

"Son, mother is so hungry, mother, so hungry!"

boom.

At this moment, Jianhong broke through the sky.

The blazing sword light instantly slashed the red-clothed ghost king with a speed that spanned thousands of miles, so that he floated up, and strong light radiated from his whole body.

"Roar……"

Roaring with extreme unwillingness, the ghost king in red was extremely angry, just a little bit, just a little bit, he could devour the Nascent Soul of a human immortal cultivator!

But from Zhang Lie's point of view, it is of course impossible for him to allow the envoys of the Heavenly Dao League to die here.Illusion can only be perceived between the performer and the recipient, Zhang Lie cannot feel it.

Zhang Lie's sword Qi Lei Yin spanned thousands of miles, fast and fierce, and after a successful strike with the sword, the sword Qi formed a vortex and even had the potential to strangle.

At the same time, the auras of Yuchi Ruicheng and Gu Lanyue also rushed to follow. The cultivation bases of the four people present are not weak. It is because they are sure enough that they will not be quickly attacked and killed by the ghost cultivator, so they separately expand the search range.

Neither of them thought that when they were in the ten northern kingdoms, Mo Pengyu, who was known as "Break the Imaginary", would collapse here at the touch of a touch. He was really a good swimmer and died of drowning.

At the same time, I was also amazed by Commander Zhang's superb swordsmanship and keen senses. When others didn't find the problem, he found the problem and reacted in time when others didn't react in time. It's really amazing!
(End of this chapter)