Changsheng: I, Cao, can see the prompt

Chapter 457 Three Jiazi

After the ray of spiritual thought entrusted in the evil soul thread dispersed, Cao Wei slowly opened his eyes and chuckled in the blessed land of the Spirit Pot, which was more than 200,000 miles away.

Meng Zian on the side shouted: "My lord, this old immortal guy Dan Hengzi doesn't believe what I say! What should we do? If he is here, we want to kill Ye Boyong quietly, but it's not that easy It’s easier.”

Hearing this, Cao Wei responded with a smile on his face: "Then you know that the soul corpse of Lingyan Sect is the most difficult to make mistakes, so why do you say anything about ambush and killing me?"

Upon hearing this, Meng Zian sat cross-legged next to Cao Wei, put their arms around each other, and said softly: "You and I are one body, and if you want to use me as a source of support, why don't I do the same? So do I." Cao Wei, don’t I understand the thoughts of this incarnation of me? What I said to Dan Hengzi and Ye Boyong came completely from my heart, and there was not a single lie.”

"It's a pity that when the fake is true, the truth is also false, and when the truth is false, the false is also true. Dan Hengzi doesn't believe what you said from the bottom of his heart." Cao Wei said slowly.

"What's the harm? If Ye Boyong wants to invite him three hundred years later, he thinks he has great confidence. So what if you and I give him a ride?" Meng Zian said with a smile.

"Don't let the boat capsize in the gutter. After all, the gap between Yuanying monks is not unreachable. As long as you give Ye Boyong some time, this person may not be able to surpass you and me." Cao Wei said slowly.

"At most, you can stay behind and I will take the first step to avenge you later." Meng Zian shook his head lightly.

When he said this, his eyes shone brightly, and he said to himself longingly: "If that time comes, I will raise your wife, but I will not worry about it!"

"Get out!" Cao Wei said softly.

Hearing this, Meng Zi'an responded in a loud voice: "Okay, don't come to me if you have something to do from now on, and don't come to me if you have nothing to do. I, you, have both the branches of Liaoshou and Jumang, and you also practice the law of life and death with glory and glory. If I don't Work hard, I’m afraid I won’t be your opponent in the future.”

After saying this, he suddenly turned into a gust of wind, flew out from the altar, and landed in a Yin mountain thousands of miles away. He escaped into the spiritual veins of the mountain and began to breathe and practice.

Seeing this, Cao Wei shook his head slightly, used a ray of spiritual thought to penetrate into the black and gray spiritual ring worn on his index finger, and took out a section of the Nether Spirit Wood Heart that was four thousand years old, thus refining it. Use the inspiration in it to replenish your own cultivation.

As the two true monarchs practiced in seclusion, the majestic spiritual machine in the blessed land of the Ling Pot suddenly split into two, swarmed towards the location of Cao Wei and Meng Zian, turned into two vortexes in the sky, and swirled down.

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There are no Jiazi in the mountains, and the year is cold and unknown.

When Cao Wei woke up from deep cultivation again, he felt his own vitality and sighed softly: "This time, I didn't realize that I had been practicing for nearly three years. Although my magic power has been greatly improved, it is a pity that I have been practicing for nearly three years." But it’s stuck at the bottleneck of the middle Nascent Soul stage, unable to make any progress.”

As he spoke, his voice and appearance slowly changed into Meng Zian's appearance, and his magic aura also changed accordingly. Then he stood up and slowly walked down the altar. His figure seemed to be illusory as he walked. Counting the steps he took every step of the way. Out of ten.

In the blink of an eye, others appeared on the water and fire road leading to and from the blessed land, and then disappeared without a trace.

In the side hall of Lingyan Peak, Yu Tianzhang was in front of the bookcase, flipping through the folded books presented by the masters of the various halls of the sect. In the grid box at his hand, there were pieces of news from all sides. Jade slips.

Suddenly, there was a light knock on the door.

"Come in." Yu Tianzhang said without raising his head.

As soon as he said these words, a middle-aged man with a thin face came out of the door and said calmly: "Sect Leader, the competition for the foundation-building disciples of the Seven Halls of the Sect is about to begin."

"I understand, let you take charge of it. After this competition, a list of those disciples who are worthy of training will be compiled and sent to me." Yu Tianzhang said slowly.

"Disciple, take your orders." The middle-aged man said softly.

But he still stood there without moving.

After more than ten breaths, Yu Tianzhang put down the folded book in his hand and pressed lightly between his eyebrows. A trace of tiredness appeared on his dead-white face.

Then he tilted his head slightly, closed his eyes and said, "Shixuan, if you have anything else to say, let's talk about it. There is no need to be so open-minded between you and me, master and disciple."

"Master, can the sect competition be canceled from now on?" Lu Shixuan asked tentatively.

Upon hearing this, Yu Tianzhang immediately opened his eyes, sat up straight, and stared at the other party coldly: "The sect competition has been passed down for tens of thousands of years, how can I cancel it?"

"But, after all, disciples fighting to the death is not conducive to the unity of the sect!" Lu Shixuan sighed.

Lingyan Sect holds a competition for foundation-building disciples every year. However, this competition does not determine the ranking. Instead, two people are randomly selected from among the disciples who have just established the foundation for three years. The winner is determined by each other. , also determines life and death.

In the end, the dead disciples will become the surviving spiritual corpses.

Hearing this, Yu Tianzhang chuckled, shook his head and sighed: "You and I both came here like this, so why don't we know what these new foundation-building disciples are thinking? It's much better now than before, at least I We have eliminated the secret manipulation of those Jindan families, otherwise the foundation-building disciples of your generation would most likely encounter those family foundation-building disciples."

"Master, although disciples have heard about this matter, they have never experienced it, let alone those disciples who have just been practicing for decades?" Lu Shixuan said slowly.

Speaking of this, he asked: "Master, why don't we take it from outside? Why do we let the disciples fight to the death like this?"

As soon as these words were said, a calm voice came from outside the door: "It was recorded in the Elder's Hall tens of thousands of years ago that there were three disciples under Lord Ling Mo, all of whom were great monks. They created a sect in Chongwu Domain, called Spiritual demons. This sect was founded only a thousand years ago, but it has already ravaged the northern land, crossed the sea to the east, and herded the southern border. Along the way, the sects were overturned, and all living beings were devastated, until the Chongwu domain was transformed into a netherworld. How powerful is it. Sheng!"

As he spoke, Cao Wei slowly walked into the side hall.

As soon as he saw the visitor, Yu Tianzhang immediately stood up, bowed his hands and said, "Disciple pays homage to the ancestor."

"Greetings, ancestor." Lu Shixuan also responded immediately.

"Forgive me." Cao Weixu gave him a hand.

"Ancestor, was our sect so powerful in the past?" Lu Shixuan asked in a low voice.

In the Hall of Human Elders, those sects that have committed heinous crimes are often given the word "demon".

The Lingmo Sect was the predecessor of the Lingyan Sect, but it was changed to the Lingyan Sect because of the god-transforming monk.

As for the once tyrannical Heavenly Demon Sect, it is a pity that it has never produced a god-transforming monk, and the name of the sect still has the word "devil" in it.

"Is it strong?" Cao Wei shook his head lightly.

Then he continued to speak slowly: "Until Wu Nian Temple in the Western Region, a monk Wu Nian returned in the form of a god, beheaded three great monks of the Ling Demon Sect, and fought with the Lord Ling Demon for several days. Both sides were severely injured and were dying. There is no way to escape from the world. At that time, the five major ethnic groups, including Jiaolong, Suanni, Dapeng, Xiangliu, and Heishui Xuanse, took advantage of our human race’s civil war to invade. In just a hundred years, the Western Wilderness had already fallen into the twenty-two regions.”

"Fortunately, Wu Nian and Ling Mo recovered from their injuries. From then on, they shook hands and made peace, and jointly defended against foreign enemies. It was just the meat that the five major ethnic groups had eaten. How could the five major ethnic groups spit it out so easily? It took the two of them more than two thousand years, and in addition to the During this period, two more god-transformation monks emerged from the clan, and most of the lost territory was recovered, except for the Chang Yu domain. This domain was not truly recovered until more than three hundred years ago. It is precisely because of this that when After the Patriarch is no longer in this world, the Elder's Hall strictly prohibits our sect from looting and killing outside monks to cultivate the soul corpses of the soul." As he spoke, Cao Wei patted Lu Shixuan's shoulder and said, "It's good that you have this intention, but This is the rule of the Elder's Hall, unless our sect abandons "Taiyin Form Refining" and turns to other methods."

"Disciple speaks out of ignorance and is willing to be punished!" Lu Shixuan said in fear.

"Don't blame those who don't know! There is nothing you can do about your master, but don't blame him. If you want to change your mind, practice hard. One day, you will become the Supreme Transformation God and take charge of the Elder's Hall, and conquer the world with one word." Cao Wei said with a smile. .

"How dare my disciples have such delusions!" Lu Shixuan sighed.

"Don't be so unambitious. Things are unpredictable. Who knows what will happen in the future? Go down and watch this sect competition." Cao Wei said slowly.

"Disciple, I obey." Lu Shixuan said with cupped hands.

After saying that, he took a few steps back, then turned and left.

Then Cao Wei asked Yu Tianzhang: "How are the seven major families now? Are they still peaceful?"

"How dare they do anything when the ancestor is here? Ancestor, please take a seat." Yu Tianzhang said with a smile.

Hearing this, Cao Wei nodded lightly, then casually sat down cross-legged on the nearest futon, and asked slowly: "How many golden elixir monks are left in the seven major families, and how many golden elixir monks are of secular origin?" ?”

"Now there are only seventeen golden elixir monks from the seven major families left, and there are eleven golden elixir monks from secular backgrounds." Yu Tianzhang responded.

"That's not bad. However, the disciple you accepted has this idea in mind, and the other disciples must be even more so. Are those families still tightly controlling their tongues?"

"I beg you, Ancestor, to give me some more time, so that I can completely control these words in the hands of the main line of the sect. If I can't do that, then I will let the Ancestor do what I want!" Yu Tianzhang said in a deep voice.

"Take your time, don't be anxious. You have done a good job. From now on, you will take back all the power of the sect little by little." Cao Wei said slowly.

"Thank you for your understanding, ancestor." Yu Tianzhang breathed a sigh of relief, and then he told the sect's arrangements over the years one by one, and then talked about many recent events in the outside world. "

Unconsciously, more than an hour had passed between the two of them.

Cao Wei knew everything about Lingyan Sect in the past two hundred years. Suddenly he frowned slightly, finally drank the tea in the cup, and slowly disappeared.

In the sky, he turned over his hand and took out a jade talisman of communication from thousands of miles away.

This talisman shone brightly, and an urgent voice came from it: "Dad, help me! I'm at Jinyu Terrace in Yunmo Mountain, and there's a guy who says he's going to castrate me if you don't come here within one day."

The words stopped abruptly.

Hearing this, Cao Wei shook his head slightly and said to himself: "What happened to this kid? Forget it, let's go and see."

As soon as he said this, Meng Zian, who was cultivating in the Linghu Blessed Land, woke up with a thought and rushed out.

"Why are you so anxious?" Meng Zian asked.

"There's some trouble." Cao Wei shook his head lightly, and then he made a secret, and the natal spiritual corpse of himself and Meng Zian merged together.

After doing this, he turned into a terrifying rainbow and disappeared.

On the way, in the surging clouds and mist, Cao Wei showed his true face, and then his wings spread out under his ribs behind him. The two qi of wind and thunder resonated with each other. With a slight flutter, he crossed hundreds of miles away.

In less than an hour, he fled more than 200,000 miles away and arrived above Yunmo Mountain. Ignoring other people's gazes, he floated down on the streets of the city, and his Nascent Soul aura was revealed.

In an instant, the mortals nearby fell to their knees and hit the ground with their heads, not daring to look directly at Cao Wei, the ancestor of Yuanying.

As for Qi refining and foundation building, they all bowed their hands and saluted.

However, Cao Wei didn't care about these etiquette. He looked up at a mansion in the distance.

I saw the three characters "Golden Jade Terrace" written on the plaque on the sapphire door, shining with golden light.

Cao Wei activated his spiritual thoughts and sensed Cao Xie's location.

At this moment, a voice of laughter came: "Father came quite quickly."

Just after saying this, in a small courtyard waterside pavilion in the Jinyu Terrace, I saw a young man sitting on a chair, holding a small green leopard in his arms, looking at the Jade Terrace in the lake with a smile on his face. A beautiful dancer dancing gracefully.

The next moment, Cao Wei suddenly appeared next to this person.

"Father, please sit down." Ao Cang said slowly, glancing at the empty chair next to him.

As he spoke, he held up the little leopard with both hands, rocked it back and forth, and said with a smile: "You little guy, you have already said that I am your big brother, why don't you call me big brother to hear it."

"Cang'er, why are you embarrassing your little brother like this?" Cao Wei sat down with a calm expression.

I saw misty clouds in the lake, beauties dancing in the sky, the gauze clothes were light and transparent, and the jade-like skin was looming.

When they saw Cao Wei, the beauties looked back lovingly, but bowed their heads shyly.

"Okay!" Ao Cang shouted.

With that said, it held Cao Xuan under its arm, and then threw a high-grade spiritual stone over.

Only a thud was heard, and the spirit stone fell into the lake.

Then it turned to Cao Wei and said: "Father, look at the gentleness of these beauties' lowered heads. Two peaches are more shy than the cool breeze. How about, which one you like, my son will treat you! These are foundation-building monks, It's just barely enough. This is not a stingy son. When I came to the Western Wilderness as a foreigner, those old guys turned a blind eye. But if the golden elixir or Nascent Soul were touched, then they would be in trouble. ”

"I want them all." Cao Wei said unhurriedly.

"Okay, all beauties, come here quickly!" Ao Cang shouted.

(End of this chapter)