The Ji Family's Pride

Chapter 317: The Forbearance of Wujianmen
Beside the river bank, a red-nosed old man wearing a straw hat and a raincoat was sitting leisurely, holding a fishing rod in his hand.

The red-nosed old man seemed to ignore the fish dragging the hook and escaping in the turbulent river. His eyes were dim, and although he was always looking at the river, his heart was not there.

suddenly.

The red-nosed old man's expression changed slightly, and his big, red rosacea made this ordinary-looking old man suddenly look a little ugly.

"What? This Sanqing Taoist...actually killed my child with just one sword?"

"When did this mental power break through to the fifth level!" The red-nosed old man asked in surprise. His original mind was able to traverse the endless chaos, and his best skill was mental power, so he was naturally most familiar with it. Now that the Three Pure Ones had made a move, the Chaos Treasure Zhuxian Sword was infused with a large amount of mental power, and its power skyrocketed. He recognized it at a glance.

“Although my child Mo Zhu is a third-class ancestor immortal, he also has the strength comparable to that of ordinary ancestor gods, but he was easily killed by this Taoist Sanqing…”

"Variables! Huge variables!"

"But... thanks to my sudden inspiration, I wanted to try out the only cultivator in the Three Realms who had cultivated a first-class golden elixir. But I ended up testing the Taoist Sanqing." Elder Yuan murmured, "Now I'm in some trouble."

A third-class ancestor immortal, whose strength is comparable to that of the ancestor god, suddenly comprehends the fifth level of mental strength, which poses a far greater threat to him than an ordinary first-class true immortal!
After all, in the endless chaos, ten first-class true immortals can hardly compete with an ancestor god!

"The creatures in this chaotic world are already somewhat evil. The Three Pure Ones Taoist priests can cultivate the strength of the third-class ancestral immortals of Qi flow with the body of a true god. Without the guidance of any method, they can be comparable to some ancestral gods. This is already extremely evil. And it is hard to say whether he has hidden strength or not."

"Now that the Taoist Sanqing has comprehended the fifth level of mental power, even if there is no mental power secret technique in the entire Three Realms, there is no guarantee that he will not create a simpler mental power technique. And the Immortal Qingping, I don't know what kind of opportunity he got to cultivate a first-class golden elixir... They are all threats!"

At this moment, Old Man Yuan already felt a hint of threat.

He bowed his head and pondered for a long time.

"Could it be that the good situation I have managed for nearly a whole Chaos Era will be disrupted because of a native?"

Old Man Yuan looked grim, with thousands of thoughts constantly colliding in his mind.

Obviously, he is in a dilemma now.

He was originally the mental general, one of the nine generals under the command of the Black Lotus God Emperor of the Great Mo Realm. This second soul was severely damaged during a battle in the past chaotic era, but he survived the disaster and escaped with his life by chance.

Finally, by chance, he came to this extremely remote chaotic world. This three realms is an ownerless chaotic world without world-level existence. This discovery made him ecstatic at the time.

As a result, he had spent endless energy to manage it since the ancient Pangu world was not yet broken. After spending so much effort, he saw that the natives of both sides of this chaotic world had started fighting, and it was almost time for the final harvest, so he naturally couldn't bear to give up.

But his inner caution helped him avoid one fatal crisis after another. Just like when the ancient Pangu world was destroyed, he was cautious and forbearing, and only then did he avoid the crisis of Nuwa breaking through the world god in the battle and almost falling.

Even a peak ancestor god like him in the endless chaos is no match for a world god.

"However, up to now, the war between the Wujianmen camp and the Nuwa camp has begun to break out in full swing, and the time to receive the final results is not far away." Elder Yuan is powerful, and his heart is naturally not weak either, and he quickly regained his composure.

"Wait a little longer... until both sides' hands are covered in blood and they can no longer stand on the same front. Only then will I be able to reap the fruits of my labor without any effort!"

The reason why Old Man Yuan dared to be so calm and act as a fisherman who watched the snipe and the clam fight was because he had secretly observed for a long time during the period of time since he returned from Yanshan.

Even an important enslaved chess piece was used. After many means, it was confirmed that when Ji Xiaoshan passed the heavenly tribulation in the Xieyue World and condensed the first-class golden elixir, there was no world-level strongman to help him.

"During the time I've been lurking, I've observed secretly and found no signs of the emergence of a strong man at the world level. It seems that Ji Xiaoshan just got lucky and got an opportunity that I don't know about..." He thought to himself.

After all, the endless chaos is vast and boundless, and all kinds of special adventures are possible. This is the only way he can comfort himself.

"It seems... we have to speed up the battle between the two sides. If we want to obtain this extremely precious world heart formed by the fusion of two chaotic worlds, we have to find an opportunity for me to come here. For this world heart of the three realms, it is worth it for me to take a risk!"

While old man Yuan was thinking, the big fish that had bitten the hook broke free and escaped.

……

In the Daxia world, above the endless wasteland.

call.

Suddenly, a man in a red robe appeared out of nowhere above the thousand-mile-long lake.

"Hmm? An ancestor god...it's him!" Ji Xiaoshan's eyes focused, and his powerful mental strength was always covering this wilderness. Naturally, he recognized the identity of the ancestor god who suddenly appeared at the first moment.

"The lord of all demons, the Wind Demon." The Three Pure Ones also looked over and said coldly.

Feng Mo also looked at the Taoist Sanqing standing high in the sky. He said helplessly, "Sanqing, your strength... has become stronger again." The Taoist Sanqing attacked too quickly. And he was merciless when he attacked. Even if he found something wrong and rushed over immediately, Taoist Mozhu would also turn into a wisp of flying ash.

But who could have thought that the power of the Three Pure Ones would increase so dramatically, even though they had hidden it for endless years, and even concealed it from them, the power of Mozhu Daozu, who quietly raised it to the same leader level, also died in an instant. Of course, part of the reason was that Mozhu Daozu was only a third-class ancestor who practiced Qi flow, and only by understanding the Tao could he be comparable to the leader level, but his extremely fragile ancestor body could not avoid it.

"If we don't become stronger, won't we hand over the Three Realms to you, the evil demons of the Wuxian Sect?" Sanqing said coldly. If it weren't for the fact that the immortals and demons didn't want to start a war again, I would have been soft-hearted and let these Wuxian Sect demons return to the Three Realms...

"You know. In this war, there are many powerful people in my Wuxian Sect who don't want to fight. But the fate guides us, and only one person in each of our camps can survive!" Fengmo said in a deep voice.

"That's enough!" said Sanqing Daozu in a deep voice, "I don't want to hear your nonsense! What? You, the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons from Wujian Sect, are coming to this Daxia world to start the final battle in advance?"

Wow~~~
An old man in a loose Taoist robe suddenly appeared in this world. As soon as he appeared, he said firmly, "If you, Wuxian Sect, want to fight, my Nuwa camp can start this final battle in advance!"

Wow! Wow!
At the moment when Bodhi Patriarch appeared, two figures appeared again in the world: an old man in a red robe, and a cold-faced man in a black robe.

"Hmm. Chi Ming, Ying Long, and Bodhi... are all here?" Feng Mo raised his head and looked at several powerful men who appeared in the air, exuding the aura of true gods and Taoist ancestors. His eyes, which already had a faint green light, became even deeper.

"Just because you, Fengmo, have set foot in the great world under my command, we cannot come?" Daozu Chiming said in a cold voice.

"We support the decision of the Three Pure Ones!"

The cold-faced man in black robes also said in a deep voice, "This time, it is you, the Wuxian Sect, who have crossed the line again! A powerful person at the level of a True God and Taoist Patriarch, who got angry out of shame and went to fight with a Heavenly God and True Immortal who has practiced for less than three hundred years, how shameless."

"Hmm?" Feng Mo's eyes flashed as he suddenly looked at Daozu Yinglong who had spoken last, "Are you looking for death?"

"Yin~~~~" At this moment, a sword humming with murderous intent suddenly sounded between heaven and earth. The Immortal Execution Sword, which exuded endless murderous intent, was unsheathed in an instant. As soon as the Immortal Execution Sword was unsheathed, it directly blocked between Feng Mo and Yinglong Daozu.

"Feng Mo, do you want to fight?" Sanqing Daozu said calmly. At this moment, a three-foot-long sword appeared in his hand. On the blade of this long sword, there were also extremely complex divine patterns, and the same overwhelming murderous intent.

There were naturally four Zhuxian Four Swords, but the Three Pure Ones Daoist Ancestors only took out two of them, which was enough to scare countless creatures watching the battle.

boom!
At this moment, an extremely huge wooden ruler suddenly appeared in the sky, emitting a terrifying aura.

Then a man in purple appeared out of thin air. He was carrying a dark purple wooden ruler on his back, and his expression was calm with a hint of a gentle smile.

"Hmm? 'Master Huanmu' is here too!"

"Huanmu?"

"It's Master Huanmu!"

All the powerful men, who were already on the verge of a fight, looked at the man in purple who was carrying a dark purple wooden ruler on his back.

"Sanqing, now is not the time to start the final battle." Master Huanmu said calmly.

"No? You Wuxian Sect said you didn't want to start a war, but secretly you were just trying to sow discord!" The Three Pure Ones glanced at Master Huanmu with a cold gaze, "Isn't it just to increase your chances of winning the final battle? Are you changing your mind now?"

"No one can escape the catastrophe, this is inevitable." The gentle smile on Master Huanmu's face did not diminish. If we were to ask who among the powerful people in the Wuxian Sect has the best popularity and who has the best relationship with the powerful people in the Nuwa camp, it would definitely be Master Huanmu.

He looked at the Three Pure Ones and said with a smile, "Three Pure Ones, now is not the time to start the final battle! This time it was my Wuxian Sect that broke the rules first, and your disciple did not suffer any loss at all, and even became famous in the Three Realms again."

"And my Wuxian Sect has directly lost a powerful person who is comparable to the leader level."

"We lost a powerful person at the leader level? That Mozhu deserved to die!" Patriarch Bodhi looked at Master Huanmu and snorted coldly.

"He deserves to die..." Master Huanmu shook his head. The war of destiny had just begun not long ago, and the powerful people at the level of True God Daozu had not yet died, but they had directly lost a powerful person at the level of leader. Not to mention that they had also discovered the Three Pure Ones Daozu whose strength had skyrocketed. This was undoubtedly extremely unfavorable news for their Wuxian Sect.

"Let's go!" said Master Huanmu.

"Huan Mu." Feng Mo turned his head and looked at Master Huan Mu and transmitted the message.

Master Huanmu shook his head slightly and also transmitted his voice, "You and I both know that now is not the time to start a war. At least it will take time for my Wuxian Sect's Messenger of All Things to be fully refined. Even if Mozhu dies, we have no choice but to swallow this loss!"

"Yeah." Fengmo nodded.

"Hmph! Let's go."

He glanced at the Three Pure Ones and other powerful figures in the Nuwa camp, then turned around and disappeared into the air with Master Huanmu.

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(End of this chapter)