Beginning to practice immortality as a refugee

Chapter 713 Disaster
That person is a Mahayana saint, the true overlord of the earth today, and I heard that he is also a peerless beauty from the Two-Winged Clan.

Although everyone was not convinced, they still prepared generous gifts to congratulate the two masters on their wedding. No one dared to be negligent in this regard.

The Grand Lady of Jigonggu was very easy to talk to and accepted all gifts from everyone.

Of course, His Majesty the Sage has already shown his respect by accepting the gift. It is wishful thinking for the powerful people to want to see His Majesty’s face.

Being able to say a few words to the current housekeeper, Turkey, is already a courtesy for Jigong Valley.

Only the gift sent by the Double-Winged Tribe was returned, leaving Mrs. Leng Ning's subordinates puzzled. They didn't know when they had offended this fellow tribesman, so they could only go back and prepare new gifts.

As for why Mrs. Leng Ning didn’t come in person?

That's simple, because this graceful and beautiful woman, Mrs. Leng Ning, died in the battle for the sacred mountain.

The strong men came to give gifts and also brought the latest news about the battle for the sacred mountain.

First, the group of powerful warriors led by Nine-Eyed True Saint died, most of them were killed, and people like Nine-Eyed did not return. The True Saints with the greatest malicious intentions recorded in Lu Ye’s little notebook were all wiped out.

Perhaps it was because they were addicted to gambling and greedy that they finally lost their lives.

The three old neighbors of Jigong Valley are the Great Sages of Lianxu who are one level weaker in strength.

Madam Leng Ning died, and the iron-willed Shanling Venerable was beaten to the point where only half of his body was left. His cultivation level dropped, but he luckily managed to survive. He was carried back by the Zhuzhao Saint, who was good at distinguishing between fortune and misfortune.

Three people went together, but only one and a half survived.

In addition, Saint Zhuzhao also brought back some bad news for Lu Ye... that is, they had seen the figure of Jigonggu Longnu, also known as True Lord Chilong, and he had taken him for a ride and rushed into the sacred mountain together.

Unfortunately, there are many experts in the sacred mountain and the battle can start at any time.

There must be Mahayana saints fighting within a hundred feet there, and a True Saint in the state of fusion fighting to the death within a few steps. Even the Void Refining Saint is not worthy to enter the foot of the Divine Peak. As for the True Lord of Transformation, he can't even squeeze into the outer area of ​​the Divine Mountain that is more than ten miles away.

The sacred peak was almost overcrowded with people, all of whom were masters with astonishing cultivation. There were unknown numbers of powerful cultivators from hundreds of tribes who had flocked to Fengmo Mountain.

Moreover, those cultivators who were far away from the edge of the five continents were still traveling at full speed, despite wind and rain, rushing towards the sacred peak.

Saint Zhuzhao saw with his own eyes that True Lord Chilong, who had reached the level of a spirit being transformed, was just outside. Inside the mountain, two unknown Mahayana saints were fighting each other. The aftermath of the attack leaked out, wiping out that area and the hundreds of monks there.

Therefore, he was very sure that True Lord Red Dragon was no longer alive.

Lu Ye also had a master-servant contract. In fact, through the contract sensing a few days ago, he already knew that True Lord Chilong was gone.

There was nothing that could be done about it. He was a madman who practiced Taoism and could disregard human ethics for the sake of his practice. The immortal mountain was right before his eyes, and dying on the way to becoming an immortal was what he had wished for.

To be honest, although Lu Ye had a master-servant contract with him and worked very hard under him, he did not trust this old dragon because this old dragon had no bottom line.

This kind of monk who can kill even his relatives and children without hesitation has no concepts of race, morality, etc. in his mind. He must be suppressed directly by a strong monk like Lu Ye in order to be subdued.

Now that True Lord Red Dragon died on his journey to immortality, in Lu Ye's opinion, this was the best possible ending for Red Dragon.

When the news came back, the demon tribesmen under the Red Dragon True Lord who specialized in the hundreds of arts of life cried together and built a cenotaph for him, but that is a story for later.

As for the final result of the battle for the sacred mountain, it was also reported back by the surviving monks.

The strong men fought fiercely on the Divine Peak, with a torrent of magical powers and spells shooting everywhere, even tearing the space apart. Countless people were sucked in and died.

The golden rocks on the sacred peak were originally made of pure immortal energy. They could not withstand such a strong impact and shock from the spiritual energy. They immediately broke into pieces and countless millstone-sized stones flew dozens of miles away.

Those quick-witted monks, seeing that the situation was not right, snatched a piece of immortal stone and ran away, so that their trip was not in vain.

Of course, top cultivators like the Mahayana Saint are not interested in these golden fragments. They only have eyes for the immortal weapon on the top of the peak.

In an instant, several people rushed to snatch the magic weapon at the same time.

Often, as soon as one person grabs the item, he will be targeted by all enemies. In this situation, even a great Mahayana saint will die on the spot.

In this way, every time the magic weapon passed through several people, several people would die. The magic weapon became a life-threatening spiritual weapon, and whoever held it in his hand would die.

Finally, a clever Mahayana saint snatched the immortal weapon and immediately used his magical power to attack the immortal weapon.

A complete immortal weapon, whoever takes it will die.

In that case, let’s each use our own abilities to grab the fragments of the immortal weapon!

The immortal instrument was broken into pieces, and the broken plate and needle of the immortal sundial fell into the hands of different great saints.

The price paid was that dozens of Mahayana saints died on that sacred mountain.

With so many top monks taking action, the area within a thousand miles of Fengmo Mountain has been turned into a desolate place. The spiritual veins have collapsed, and the mountains and rivers have overturned. All the tribes living there have suffered a devastating disaster, and it is unknown how many people escaped.

It used to be where majestic rivers flowed, but now it has become a basin thousands of feet deep, with raging magma and rumbling earthquakes, making it no longer suitable for living creatures.

What's more important is that so many Mahayana saints died in one place at a high concentration, and the resentment and death energy were soaring, which reversed the local feng shui. Now, that area has become a desolate land of the dead, forming a horrifying ghost domain with a radius of thousands of miles.

Standing outside the ghost zone, you can also see gusts of cold wind and rising resentment.

It is said that the ghosts inside have devoured several ghost lords of the Mahayana Saint level, who have retained their consciousness before death and possess strange magical powers, making them even more difficult to deal with than when they were alive.

There is a Ghost Lord traveling in the domain, and there are groups of Ghost Emperors, Ghost Kings and Ghost Generals accompanying him. They wander around freely in it, constantly devouring the souls of those fallen monks. As their strength increases, the ghost domain is clearly expanding.

There was once a Mahayana saint outside who didn't believe in evil and wanted to retrieve the powerful spiritual weapons carried by the fallen saint in the domain to suppress the ethnic group. However, after entering, he was besieged by several ghost lords and died on the spot. Even his Nascent Soul body could not escape and was torn into pieces and eaten raw as dry food for ghost cultivators.

After this, no cultivator dared to enter anymore, and all the tribes within thousands of miles around the area fled.

However, although the land was vast and rich in resources in ancient times, every blessed place is still owned by someone.

So many tribes fled and migrated collectively, first attacking each other on the road, and then shed blood and fire along the way, attacking those innocent settled tribes, trying to seize the territory as the new habitat of the tribe.

Now, the earth is full of fighting.

Unlike the previous landings on the sacred mountain, when most of the plunder was by top experts, now countless tribes are forced into the vortex of war in order to survive.

Countless monks died, countless tribes were uprooted, and the land was filled with blood.

The sacred mountain descended and the immortal showed the way.

However, the place where the sacred mountain fell became a cruel forbidden ghost area within a radius of thousands of miles, and the road pointed out by the immortal had not yet been cultivated to the state of transcending tribulation, but it had brought countless blood and tears to the earth and became a dead end for all cultivators.

Finally, Saint Zhuzhao cried, "Please, Saint Banshan Yuan, save us."

In a few days, the unrest will probably spread to this place, and powerful monks must be present to suppress it. Otherwise, those migrating tribes and those tribes whose territories have been seized have nothing to begin with and are not afraid of death. Who knows how much turmoil and killing will be brought about.

This is not only the intention of Saint Zhuzhao, but also the request of all the lords of the territories who came to visit the two Supremes and give gifts.

To this end, they were willing to give up their independence and merge their territory into Jigong Valley.

of course.

Lu Ye understood.

These pleas were not directed to himself, but to his Grand Madam Yuan Ruoshui.

A true saint who has achieved unity cannot protect everyone's safety.

But a Mahayana Supreme Saint should be enough. After all, those tribes that fled in panic for whatever reason would not want to face a Mahayana Supreme Saint head-on.

Lu Ye asked Madam Yuan Ruoshui, "What do you think?"
Yuan Ruoshui smiled and said, "My husband's intention is my intention. To me, the life and death, rise and fall of other people in this world except my husband has nothing to do with me?"

Even if Jigong Valley encounters a disaster in the future, if my husband doesn't ask me to help, I will help as much as I can, but I won't help with all my strength.

After all, if I didn't feel any kindness from the world when I was suffering, how could I give kindness back to the world?

Lu Ye was speechless after hearing what she said. He could only say that the logic was very good and powerful, but a little too cold.

He thought about it again and again and decided that he could help.

If there is chaos around, my Jigong Valley will not be at peace, but it is best not to weaken the madam's strength, otherwise I will not be at ease.

Yuan Ruoshui's eyes turned and he said with a smile, "This matter is very simple. Let me show you how I arrange it."

The next day.

She called over the Good Turkey Man, the Candle Saint, Mu Bai and the Mountain Master who had only half of his body left.

In front of all the practitioners, Yuan Ruoshui casually grabbed the remains of the Holy Saint Amaterasu from the storage ring.

Although Amaterasu has been dead for many days, as a Mahayana saint, her body is immortal and still retains amazing power.

If there is no force to suppress it, its remains can even still emit a domain.

This is the wonderful thing about the three bodies of the Mahayana Supreme Saint. The body of the Nascent Soul, the body of the Dharmakaya and the rules have fallen, but the body of the true self still exists. Although it cannot be resurrected, it still retains its activity.

After all, a True Saint in the state of integration can regenerate from severed limbs, and when it comes to the level of a Supreme Mahayana Saint, as long as a drop of blood essence containing the true spirit of the self escapes, he can also be reborn. Of course, his strength will be reduced after rebirth, and it is a world of difference from before, but he can be considered to have survived.

Of course, the Mahayana Sage has such powerful magical powers, so he is not immortal, otherwise the battle for the sacred mountain would not have been so brutal.

Yuan Ruoshui pointed her slender finger downwards.

stab, stab...

The body of the Holy Saint Amaterasu was divided into four parts, and Yuan Ruoshui waved his hand and took out a huge black stick from the storage ring.

The stick broke into pieces, but the terrifying murderous aura on it made all the cultivators present, including Lu Ye, breathless.

It was actually a Mahayana Saint-level spiritual weapon, a Taoist weapon, but there were clear palm prints and traces of lightning burns on it, which showed that it was broken by someone's bare hands.

Yuan Ruoshui smiled.

"This is a powerful enemy I killed half a month ago, and I also destroyed a Taoist weapon in his hand."

"I originally wanted to refine it into a corpse puppet, and then re-melt this broken Taoist weapon to create a new spiritual weapon for my husband."

"It comes in handy today."

"The four of you each take a portion of the remains and the fragments of the Dao weapon."

"Go two thousand miles north to each place and set them up one by one. The four of you will guard them there."

"If those migrating tribes come and see this, they probably won't dare to take action."

"I have left a restriction on it. If the enemy does not give me face, you can trigger the restriction and I can rush over."

Because Fengmo Mountain is just north of Jigong Valley, the body of the Holy Saint is divided into four parts, forming a semicircle, protecting Jigong Valley and the surrounding territories.

As for the distance of two thousand miles, Yuan Ruoshui had obviously considered it.

If it is too far, there may be more dangers to deal with; if it is too close, there may not be many ethnic groups that can be sheltered.

What about those ethnic groups that offered gifts and sought asylum two thousand miles away?

That’s easy, just move to within 2,000 miles. At least even if the territory is lost, the people are still alive, right?
As for moving in, how to find a new place to settle down.

It is easier for Yuan Ruoshui to deal with it. Since he is under my protection, he must obey my jurisdiction and arrangements. It will be enough for the various ethnic groups to move a little left and a little right to cope with it.

If anyone is not satisfied, there is no need to move in.

Yuan Ruoshui acted decisively and arranged everything in just a few words.

The Good Turkey, the Saint Candlelight, Mu Bai and the Venerable Shanling hurriedly took the order and left.

Lu Ye watched on in amazement.

Is this still the Yuan Ruoshui who never cared about trivial matters? He acted so clearly, cleanly and neatly, cutting through the Gordian knot without any ambiguity.

Madam, are you more like Yuan Ruoshui or the Ice Emperor now?

Forget it, he shook his head and didn't want to think about it. She was his wife after all, so why bother thinking so much?
If you think about it carefully, isn't it also thanks to Madam's blessing and protection?
You are so lucky to have such a good life. Haven’t you seen the jealous looks of those true saints around you?
It is said that the good man Turkey and others each took a piece of the remains of the Holy Amaterasu and the fragments of the spiritual weapon, went two thousand miles north, and then set up a long pole to hang the remains and the fragments of the spiritual weapon.

Before that, they had already sent their soldiers to convey the will of the Mahayana Supreme Saint to the various tribes.

Some tribes were reluctant to move, while others resolutely moved to the area designated by the Saint two thousand miles behind the remains.

Just one day.

On the hill guarded by the good turkey man.

Dozens of black waves suddenly appeared in the sky in the north, like a swarm of locusts, covering the sky and the sun.

When we got closer, we saw that there were dozens of people of various ethnic groups, big and small, migrating with their entire tribes on various flying boats and magical instruments.

Among them, the young and strong were in the front and the back, and the old and weak were surrounded in the middle. At a glance, there were probably more than 100,000 people, most of whom had blood on their bodies, some of their own and some of others.

These ethnic groups are full of murderous intent. They are on guard against their "neighbors" on both sides, while also staring ahead with covetous eyes.

They are all losers in the battle for territory.

No matter they escaped from the sacred mountain or were forced to migrate because their territory was taken away by external disasters, they are all fugitives now, and they will kill indiscriminately for the sake of territory without any scruples.

The leaders of these tribes are undoubtedly the strongest, and almost all of them are at the level of True Saint.

There is even a tribe whose leader is a Mahayana saint.

This clan is a demon clan, and this Mahayana saint is actually a different species of green bull, but his life span is coming to an end, so his fighting power is not at its peak.

At this moment, he had white hair and a hunched back, half of his body was covered in blood, and his magical aura fluctuated. It was obvious that he had been seriously injured in the previous battle.

I just don't know whether it was caused by participating in the battle for the sacred mountain, or if he was injured in the subsequent turmoil in the fight for territory.

Although he was injured, he still looked ferocious. A white ring appeared above his head. It was his innate spiritual weapon. It emitted terrifying waves that no one dared to underestimate.

Not to mention the terrifying number of monks that makes one's scalp tingle, just the dozen or so clan leaders gathered together, each of them with murderous aura, formed into a black cloud, covering the sky.

As for this Mahayana Saint Qingniu, the circle on his head swayed, shining light over a radius of ten miles. His powerful aura swept across everyone, making him the strongest among them.

(End of this chapter)