Changsheng: I, Cao, can see the prompt

Chapter 404 Red Fire Secret Realm
As soon as he said this, he turned over his hand and took out a broken jade token, frowning slightly.

When Ye An sent out a ray of spiritual thought to penetrate into it and saw that it was the life tablet of 'Southern Wilderness Xianyi Lineage Ye Fu', he said coldly: "Trash!"

"Ye An, why did a clan member die so quickly?" Ao Cang said with a smile.

"The temple is only a few hundred miles away, and more than [-] Jindan monks are squeezed in at once. Of course, some of them are unlucky! Now that the survivors from the Four Seas have not shown up, what are you going to do?" Ye An casually crushed the life tablet, He said in a leisurely manner.

"I'm just a kid in his early [-]s. You see, my dragon horns have only sprouted a head and haven't branched yet. It's up to you. I'll wave the flag and cheer for you from behind!" Ao Cang touched! He touched the little horn on his head and sighed.

This Canglong horn only began to branch after 500 years. Before that, it could only be regarded as a young dragon among the dragon clan.

And this also means that even if it eats and sleeps all day long, its own cultivation will naturally break through to the Nascent Soul stage, until it reaches the Nascent Soul stage.

This is a contract concluded between the True Spirit Saint Ancestor of the Qinglong Clan and the spiritual world of the Lingxuan World for his pure-blooded descendants.

"Ao Kai, what about you?" Ye An asked instead.

"When I enter the temple this time, I have been ordered by my master to not leave Ao Cang for even a moment after the temple is opened!" Ao Kai said slowly.

Upon hearing this, Ao Cang hugged the other party's arm that was as thick as his own waist and said with a touch of emotion: "It turns out that Master and Senior Brother care about me so much. This really touches Long!"

"Go away, I'm not a cultivator, and I'm not a beauty. I won't let you do this!" Ao Kai said with disgust on his face.

Then it explained: "Master didn't want you to come in this time, and your great-grandfather didn't agree. However, the other eight major tribes of god-transforming monks united for this matter, and the two of them had no choice but to agree."

"I know, these old guys haven't thought that even if the worst happens, all the juniors from all races will die together, and no one can get any benefits. But they don't think about it either. The social structure is more stable, and they can recuperate much faster than other ethnic groups. If all the monks like us are buried or trapped in the Four Seas Palace, then the power of the human race will definitely expand faster in the future!" Ao Cang sneered.

The ruling method of the human cultivation world in the Western Wilderness is actually a sect feudal system. The monks who transform themselves into gods take turns in charge of the Elder Hall, and give orders to all parties by managing the great monks in each major cultivation domain.

Of course, if the Nascent Soul cultivator wants to establish a sect, he must obtain the consent of the Elder Hall. Without that certificate, it will not be in compliance with the law and will not be protected.

Although the great monks in each domain usually do nothing, they have the right to interfere in any affairs in the practice domain where they are born. The power they possess comes from the canonization edict of the Elder Hall and the other comes from their own strength.

As for the Yuanying monks in the major cultivation areas, they control all the monks and mortals under their rule.

However, they cannot act recklessly and must complete the targets set by the Elder Hall, such as the increase or decrease in the number of mortals and monks under their rule, the number of newly promoted Qianjian, Qunzhenlingland and even blessed land, as well as the number of newly promoted gold every hundred years. The number of alchemy monks, among which the scoring weights for casual cultivators and real people from sects are also different.

In short, under a series of detailed rules, if more than three of the ten assessments in every 1000 years fail to meet the standards, the sect will be punished by the Elder Hall, ranging from reprimanding to withdrawing the sect's jade certificate.

Of course, it is very easy to deceive these things. It is not easy to fake the Qianjian and Qunzhenlingdi. You can falsely report the number of mortals and low-level monks in the Qi refining and foundation building stages, or you can let the disciples in the later stage of the sect's foundation building pretend to be casual cultivators. Identity, so as to meet the standard of the number of casual cultivators of Jindan, and so on!

However, the Elder's Hall also knows the fishiness involved, but as long as the new Jindan monks can meet their expectations, the rest is not important and will not be delved into.

But if the sect fails to complete the task, or makes some big mistakes, then it will be time to settle old scores.

This is also the reason why after Lu Xiang formed the elixir, he was contested by the Qingxia Sect and the Hehuan Sect.

Regarding the governance model of the human race, all major races have studied it. Unfortunately, they all lack the most important foundation, which is the enlightened common people.

Ao Cang speculated in his mind that this time the monks of the ninth level and above of the late Jindan stage entered the Four Seas Palace, and it was most likely that Venerable Jinmu of the human race was taking the lead. Even the news about the boundary-breaking talisman was the result of the other party contacting the remnants of the wilderness. This was released.

After all, Jin Mu is the youngest among the cultivators of all races at the moment, and those who are nearing their longevity include his ancestor Ao Heng, his grandfather Ba Shexiu She, and the human race You Chan.

As for other monks who transform themselves into gods, their lifespans range from 2000 years to a thousand years.

Perhaps in this person's mind, the best outcome would be for all the Jindan juniors from all races who entered the palace to be trapped and die in the Sihai Palace.

Only because of this, through the faults of the late-stage Jindan and even the false infant monks of various races, will the number of new Nascent Souls be reduced and the opponent's strength will be weakened as a whole.

And if no new god-transformation monks appear after the god-transformation monks of all races have passed away, then Jin can start to take action, and use this plan to let the human race break the siege of various races, and truly get out of the Western Wilderness.

Thinking of this, Ao Cang shook his head slightly. He didn't believe that the gods and Yuanying monks of all races didn't take this into consideration.

Therefore, it couldn't help thinking secretly: "I'm afraid it's not that all the tribes are uniting to oppress us. What are these old guys planning? They are the Kui tribe and Hu Dou, the smallest tribe among the nine major tribes, to plunder each other's ancestral land and cut off the other's ancestral land." Cultivation resources to control it to the level of ordinary Nascent Soul clan?"

But no matter what the reason is, now that they have entered the palace, it has become a fact, and there must be some inside story that cannot be known by the level of Jindan monks.

Thinking of these things, Ao Cang cursed in his heart: "It has been tens of thousands of years since the monks from the nine major clans have joined forces to kill the so-called remnants of the wilderness, and they still can't be wiped out? If you tell me this kind of thing, no ghost will believe it!"

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In the Temple of the Four Seas, Cao Wei put away the Five Dragon Fire Cloud Halberd, sat cross-legged and rested for a while, and took a pill to restore some of the mana he had consumed.

From the beginning to the end, the evil yaksha used evil spirit threads to restrain his aura, and used the earth escape technique to hide in the earth and rocks, following him like a shadow.

However, after only a moment, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards a seemingly empty place not far away.

At this moment, several flying dust-like spiritual insects not far away turned into ashes in an instant, leaving no trace of breath behind.

Seeing this, Cao Wei frowned and said to himself: "Bingzheng's dust bug, it seems that my location has been exposed, it's time to change places." Now if it comes to fighting alone, he has a certain degree of confidence and is not afraid of Bingzheng.

It's just that the Blood God hidden behind it doesn't want to have any interaction with this kind of existence.

According to Situ Yao, even those immortal true spiritual ancestors sometimes fall, which means that Mahayana monks do not coexist peacefully and seek the road together.

Once a low-level monk like him accidentally gets involved in a fight between high-level monks, he may not even know how he died.

After thinking about it, he stood up slowly and said to himself: "I don't know how many of the Jindan monks who entered the temple this time are like Wei Wujiu or Du Neng, who came with the sect's treasures. It's a pity. It would be great if Master Yunhai could hand over the Qingxia Sword to me!"

That True Lord Qingxia is a True Lord who specializes in wood-type skills, and his natal spiritual treasure is a real wood-type magic weapon.

Now it has been cultivated in the Bihai Paradise for seven or eight thousand years. It has transformed from a low-grade spiritual treasure to a medium-grade spiritual treasure. The wood spirit energy contained in it is enough to enable him to activate the "Jingzhe Transformation" and thereby perform the production and harvesting method. At this time, he maintains the balance of his own life, death, withering and prosperity.

With this sword as a backing, in addition to those direct disciples of the Transformation God, he was sure that even if they couldn't defeat other golden elixir and even false infant monks, they could escape safely.

Originally, he was at a physical disadvantage, but after awakening the Wood Spirit Bone, his shortcomings in this aspect were finally made up for.

However, the outcome of the Sihai Palace this time is unpredictable. The Jindan monks under the Nascent Soul forces of various tribes may not necessarily carry their own heritage.

In an abandoned palace dozens of miles away, behind a huge stone pillar, Bingzheng slowly opened his eyes, glanced in the direction of Cao Wei, frowned and said to himself:

"I was really lucky to meet this Junior Brother Cao as soon as I came in. But in a place where his spiritual thoughts are so restricted, he is still so free and easy, and his spiritual thoughts are so sharp, he is already comparable to those fake infant monks. This person is really not as simple as he seems. Judging from the aura left behind by him, there should be a big demon that has killed him. Even if the opponent is just an ordinary late-stage Jindan cultivator, this battle can be like this It ended in a short period of time, which was enough to show that the strength gap between the two sides was huge, and it could be called a crushing victory. Junior Brother Cao is only 270 years old now, but to be able to have such strength is worthy of being a person with the blood of Gou Mang. With my current strength, can I defeat him?"

After thinking for a long time, Bingzheng shook his head slightly and sighed in his heart: "When Ao Jun and his group of monks wanted to attack us, they suddenly abandoned us and turned towards Ao Cang. Could it be that this Cao Jun Junior brother has the means to threaten Ao Cang's direct disciple of the Transformation God? As long as anything is even remotely possible, it is bound to happen. We must be on guard against it! Anyway, I am a businessman. Since I am not sure about killing him, both sides If there is no irreconcilable conflict of interest, we can only stay friends for now. The Qingyang clan is a rare place to live!"

In the midst of his thoughts, he opened his palms, and a bloodstain appeared in his palms. Then he opened a mouth full of dense and sharp teeth, and spewed out another stream of gray gas.

If you use your spiritual mind at the Golden Core stage to investigate, you can see that this cloud of gray air is made up of tiny spiritual insects that are almost invisible to the naked eye.

As soon as this cloud of gray gas appeared, it dispersed in all directions with the wind. If it floated in the air, or fell randomly on the surface of earth, rocks and trees.

After doing this, his figure gradually turned into a pool of viscous liquid, walking through the ruins, decaying grass and dead forests.

On the other side, Cao Wei slowly stood up, turned over his hand and took out the life magic weapon, the Withering Seal, felt the fragment of the Xihuang King's Seal hidden in it, and chose a direction based on the strength of its reaction.

While walking, he used all his spiritual thoughts to pay attention to the movements around him, and activated his golden eyes to scan ahead and to the left and right. At the same time, he used prompt words to detect anything unusual and suspicious.

The whole person seems to be casually relaxed, but in fact he is fully alert.

The reason for being so careful is not only because of the chaos of the various forces on this trip, but also because of the Four Seas Temple.

Even though this place has been ruined, the remaining formations, the evil spirit that permeates everywhere, and the mysterious shadows that appear without any warning are still there.

With so many interfering factors from the outside world, monks who rely solely on spiritual exploration cannot guarantee their own safety.

After walking for a while, Cao Wei walked dozens of miles and said to himself: "It seems that Bingzheng has given up? It's a pity that I don't raise spiritual insects, so I can't use them to detect the movement in all directions. The skills practiced by Youyun Although it can be invisible and contain energy, once it is released, if other monks discover it, I'm afraid I won't be able to help in time."

In the midst of his thoughts, Cao Wei had just stepped forward, and before his front foot had even landed, his whole body was wrapped in a group of shadows that suddenly appeared and suddenly disappeared.

The next moment, he suddenly fell from mid-air, and the original evil yaksha also appeared next to him.

The two sides were falling faster and faster, and below them was a mountain range with a radius of several miles, and dozens of red volcanoes spewing lava.

According to the location where they landed, it was one of the craters of the volcano.

The entire secret realm and the air seemed to be boiling, and the temperature was extremely high.

Seeing this, Cao Weigang wanted to activate his magic power to fly up, but there was no reaction at all.

At this time, under the ribs on his back, a pair of green-gold wings spread out and started to flap, so that he could fly and stop in the air. Then he looked around and saw a Suan Ni about twenty feet tall also spreading its wings. .

The pair of bat-like fleshy wings of Feitian Yaksha also flapped and flew beside Cao Wei.

There is also a monster that looks like a wasp, with yellow and black stripes all over its body, and a long needle with a faint light behind its tail.

It's just that this Qinyuan demon insect is eighteen or ninety feet long and huge, and its tail needle is more like an iron rod.

The three parties stared at each other in the air, becoming wary of each other, with no intention of communicating with each other.

Cao Wei glanced at the two monsters, and after confirming the identity of each other, he stretched out his hand to grab the five dragon fire cloud halberd, but he missed it.

When he realized that although his magic power was running, it could not leave his body at all, as if he was imprisoned, his face suddenly turned ugly.

At this moment, the Suan Ni suddenly disappeared from the spot and slapped Cao Wei with one palm.

(End of this chapter)