My Taoist priest, why are they all zombie skills?

Chapter 117

"Hahaha, brother Murong came from afar, the Confucianism and Taoism Palace is really full of splendor."

As the battle boat approached, a loud laugh came from the front.

Ripples of space emerged, and an old man in Taoist robes with white hair and childlike face walked out of the formation.

"Why does Lu Tianshi come out to greet him in person?"

Murong Yun was also full of smiles, and embraced the head teacher of the Confucianism and Taoism Palace with his chest open.

Many disciples of Zhan Zhou looked curiously at this old man in Taoist robes with white hair and childlike face.

"It seems that they have a good relationship." Li Youwei whispered in Shen Yi's ear.

"That's just a superficial phenomenon." Shen Yi couldn't help shaking his head.

The two old fellows exerted force on each other, as if they wanted to see whether the other's bones were soft and whether the true essence was loose.

Under the smile, only the flesh and flesh did not move. Obviously, he was still brooding over the matter that Taihao Sword Sect had won the magic spell.

That hunting feast was at the peak of the Confucianism and Taoism Palace.

Lu Huaiqing had absolute confidence that he could win the championship, so the holy ancestor at that time directly placed a heavy bet, intending to make up for the lost heritage at once.

Unexpectedly, Taihao Sword Sect killed a Murong Yun.

The young Murong Yun was simply a genius of the Sword Sect, leading by a terrifying gap.

He not only took away the divine spell of Faxiang from the Confucianism and Taoism Palace, but also took away the treasures brought by other prosperous sects.

From then on, Lu Huaiqing remembered Murong Yun, because of this person, he lost one of the three major inheritances of Confucianism and Taoism.

Until the two of them each became the head teacher, Lu Huaiqing still couldn't forget the past.

Fast forward to many years, both Lu Huaiqing and Murong Yun felt emotional in their hearts.

From participants, they are now leaders.

Time flies like a white horse, the only thing that remains constant is the evil spirits in Exianling, which can never be eradicated.

"You guys came at the right time. The hunting feast will start in two days. I wonder what treasure Taihao Sword Sect is planning to offer as a bet?" Lu Huaiqing stroked his beard and asked with a smile.

"The Taihao Gold Medal of our sect." Murong Yun flicked his sleeves, and a volume of scriptures appeared directly in his palm.

This is not a rubbing, but the earliest manuscript of the Taihao Gold Seal, which contains the original intention of the sword when this method was created.

Such a treasure made Lu Huaiqing narrow his eyes, but he still shook his head.

"That's not enough."

As he spoke, he took out a jade slip from his cuff, on which was the bet made by all the prosperous sects of this hunting feast.

Murong Yun glanced at it, and couldn't help but look dignified, feeling very surprised.

"The Taiqing Sword of Conquering Ghosts? Peachwood Taoism is the most powerful way to subdue demons. This is one of the three major inheritances of your Confucianism and Taoism palace. Are you sure?"

This was completely beyond Murong Yun's expectations, because the Confucianism and Taoism Palace increased the weight of the bet, and all the participating sects had to come up with matching treasures.

Without absolute confidence and certainty, how dare Lu Huaiqing play like this?
Murong Yun couldn't help looking at the vast Confucianism and Taoism palace gates. I am afraid that in the past hundred years, there have been peerless talents who can inherit Lu Huaiqing's mantle.

"I'm sure." Lu Huaiqing smiled.

"Okay." Although Murong Yun hesitated, he still picked it up in his palm, and a long sword of bright golden light appeared.

This is Taihao Tianjian, ranked third among the Seven Swords.

In addition to the two treasures of the Taihao Gold Medal, it can barely compare to the Taiqing Sword that Serves Ghosts.

"On behalf of Confucianism and Taoism Palace, I welcome everyone to participate in this hunting feast." Lu Huaiqing waved his sleeves and made a gesture of invitation.

The war boat continued to move forward, and finally came to the mountain gate of the Confucianism and Taoism Palace.

Many well-known decent sects have already gathered here, scattered in all directions of the sky, and there are more than 20 parties in a rough scan.

Most of them come from all over the Great Wilderness, only the Taihao Sword Sect belongs to Zhongzhou, and Shushan also participated in it in the early years, but because of a sudden change.

As a result, Shushan not only lost a lot of treasures, but also killed or injured some disciples with excellent potential.

In order to be able to save a few, Yuanzu was also seriously injured, and finally died in depression.

At that time, Taihao Sword Sect, as well as Confucianism and Taoism Palace and other prosperous sects, all suffered a lot of impact, but only Shushan was the worst, and the disciples of Tianjiao almost died.

Since then, Shushan has lost the qualification to participate.

This past story has not been mentioned for many years. That year, the demon turmoil really happened suddenly. There was not only the Evil Sword Emperor in Exian Ridge, but also other terrifying demons.

It wasn't until Lu Huaiqing saw Li Youwei who was dressed in a white robe from Mount Shu that he couldn't help asking: "Are you here on behalf of Mount Shu?"

Li Youwei shook her head, she didn't have any treasures that could be sold, so this time she participated as a nominal disciple of Taihao Sword Sect.

"Then what about you?" Lu Huaiqing looked at Shen Yi again.

Obviously, this is the biggest outlier in Taihao Sword Sect's team, and it's actually the Taoist leader.

Murong Yun interjected: "Little brother Shen Yi is my Taihao guest."

He was worried that Lu Huaiqing would exclude Shen Yi and miss this good opportunity to practice.

The most important thing is that this is a peerless arrogance who has broken through ten levels in a row in Fairy Girl Peak.

Lu Huaiqing definitely couldn't think of it.

After the words fell, Lu Huaiqing's eyes were already strange.

Such a young guest?
He didn't ask too much, and didn't even take it to heart, and left to prepare for other matters.

Soon, two days passed in the blink of an eye.

The warships in the sky roared one after another, heading for a place called White Demon Sea.

Not long after, I saw a vast expanse of forest and white forest.

The sky was full of evil spirits, the black wind continued to be unrestrained, and the deep coercion shrouded in all directions.

The demonic aura here is very strong, far surpassing the Heavenly Demon Valley in Central Continent.

Seeing this scene, all the disciples of the new generation showed unprecedented solemnity in their eyes and felt unprecedented pressure.

The position covered by the black cloud made the White Demon Sea seem to have condensed a pair of terrifying eyes, looking down at them ruthlessly and coldly.

But Shen Yi smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, and couldn't help but start to look forward to it, this place is simply his paradise!
The hunting feast has officially begun, and long rainbows can be seen rising in the sky, rushing to the White Demon Sea.

Everyone wears the talisman seals of the Confucianism and Taoism Palace on their wrists, which accurately imprint the number of demons killed, the strength of their souls and other key information about the outcome.

"Husband, you are stronger than me. You must kill more later. If you can win the leader, Sword Ancestor will be able to find the head of Luofeng sect as soon as possible, and suppress him to defend the righteous way!"

Li Youwei said seriously to Shen Yi while galloping.

The last time the four taboo demons under the command of the Evil Sword Emperor descended on Zhongzhou, she faced alone all the favors she had already given back to the head of the Luofeng sect, and she owed neither.

After Shen Yi heard this, the corner of his mouth couldn't help twitching, and he nodded silently with a smile on his face.

"hello."

Suddenly, another figure loomed in midair.

He has a feminine appearance and a fair and flawless face. He is wearing a luxurious robe with a golden pattern on the cuffs. He looks like some kind of powerful holy beast, full of the ancient atmosphere of the wilderness, and has a vague identity.

"You are?" Li Youwei frowned, she had never seen this man before.

"My son is An Shigeng of the pilgrimage sect. My sister, please be careful. I heard that the White Demon Sea is not friendly to Shushan disciples."

The feminine man chuckled, glanced lightly at Shen Yi who was beside Li Youwei, then stepped forward and quickly disappeared into the White Demon Sea.

"What does he mean?" Li Youwei was puzzled.

(End of this chapter)