Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 651 Chaos Begins
However, if you really think about it, he can't be blamed for this result.

After all, the gap between the two is too big, so he can only choose to gamble, betting that he can take on any means used by the Return of My Sect.

He has tried his best to analyze the characteristics of the Dragon Bird Talisman and has also selected the most suitable opponent for himself.

But, man proposes, God disposes...

Sometimes it's like this, the world is like a chess game, no matter how many plans you make, you can't beat the moves made by the superior...

"Well, I may not succeed today, but there is still a long way to go. My sect has been dormant for a long time, and one day, we will regain our former glory!"

Liu Yuanzhang was certain in his heart, and there was a hint of death in his eyes.

He had failed to kill our sect's elders, so only his own death could save the sect...

The Demon-Slaying Evergreen Arrow fell like a falling star, and with another clear sound, it appeared from behind Liu Yuanzhang, stopped making any movement, and flew back to Taoist Lu's side.

Liu Yuanzhang's body trembled suddenly, the blood color on his face disappeared in an instant, and his expression showed a hint of regret.

He turned his head slightly, as if wanting to take another look at Yuxuan Sect from afar, but just as he turned halfway, a breeze blew and the whole person turned into dust and flew away...

In the southeast corner, several Nascent Soul cultivators who had made eye contact with Liu Yuanzhang beforehand sighed softly when they saw this.

They made an agreement with him that if Liu Yuanzhang could seize a stick of incense, they would come forward to guard it for him.

But now that Liu Yuanzhang had been defeated and died, the previous agreement had naturally vanished into thin air. While I felt relieved, I couldn't help but feel a little complicated...

"Yuxuan Sect..."

Chen Mu's eyes moved, and he silently recited this sect in his heart. Looking at the wisp of dust rising into the sky, he had some ideas.

However, these ideas should be implemented after this is over...

The breeze is blowing gently, and the robes are fluttering.

The scene fell into silence again for a moment.

The emerald green arrow flew around, with strands of cold light emanating from it, taking the life of a cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage. Its power did not weaken, but instead became more and more dazzling.

After realizing the extraordinary nature of this item, some people who had originally thought that while the snipe and the clam were fighting, the fisherman would benefit, now gave up the idea of ​​competing for the sect's incense...

Seeing that no one came forward to show any concern, Taoist Lu breathed a sigh of relief. After bowing to everyone around him, he turned around and returned to his own temple with the thin Taoist.

Although he won the battle, the price he paid was hard to accept.

The death of his junior brother who was in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul Realm was already a heavy loss, and the early exposure of the Demon Slayer Chang Qingshi also made him lose the initiative in the sword fight.

After all, no matter what kind of magical power there is in the world, if you know its strength in advance, you can find a way to avoid and resist it, or even restrain it with some clever method.

Therefore, unless a monk is faced with a life-and-death battle, he will not easily reveal his true identity.

And now, he could only comfort himself that at least he had kept the incense burning...

At this time, six of the twenty-seven sects had already made arrangements for incense offerings. Except for the Huanwo Sect, which had experienced a tough battle, the other five sects had won without bloodshed and stabilized the situation early on.

The silent atmosphere lasted for more than half an hour, and then a roar arose in the sky again, like the beating of a heavenly drum, resounding through the clouds.

Chen Mu's expression changed, and he seemed to have realized something in his mind. He felt that the number of incense sticks dropped this time must be no less than the previous times.

He looked up at the sky, and sure enough, a pillar of clear light came over, covering the earth, carrying the wind and clouds, and in an instant poured down on the top of Daoshi Mountain. Amidst the auspicious clouds and golden haze, six fragrant scents scattered and fell.

He calmed his mind and looked intently, and saw that two of the six fragrances were falling nearby, one from the Xuanyin Sect and the other from the Qiankun Cave.

The remaining four branches split into four corners, falling towards Longxiang Mountain, Huaian Yang Family, Luoshui Chu Family, and Piaomiao Taoist Temple.

Seeing this, Chen Mu and the others were moved. This time, three weak sects showed up at the same time to offer incense.

"Brother Sun, it seems like it's my turn to take the stage..."

Taoist Tian Xing took a deep breath. Even with hundreds of years of cultivation, his voice was a little tense. Sun Zhiyan nodded and looked back. "Are you ready?"

Chen Mu smiled slightly and waved his sleeves, the meaning was self-evident.

At this time, it was not only their side that was ready for the fight. After all, the Huai'an Yang family was the weakest. Anyone who wanted to compete for the incense would choose this family as their first choice.

After a while, the six late-stage cultivators took the incense and placed it in front of and behind their respective palaces.

However, monks from the three continents of Southern Xinjiang, Western Desert and Northern Plains all set off. Looking at their direction, they were all heading towards the Huai'an Yang family!

The late-stage Yang cultivator was a skinny old man. Seeing this, he looked extremely embarrassed and muttered, "You want to steal my Yang family's incense? Do you really think I'm easy to bully?"

Just as he was muttering to himself and making up his mind, Chen Mu and others also noticed his actions.

Hua Meimei's eyes rolled, and she immediately took the lead, passed the Western Desert monk, and then turned around and shouted: "Monk, it was Master Hua who stood up first, you can't compete with me!"

The leader of the Western Desert came from the Great Leiyin Temple. However, he was not the Kongzhi and Kongjie that Chen Mu was familiar with, but a white-browed monk wearing a yellow cassock. He had a kind face and was not annoyed when he saw Hua Meimei like this. He just smiled and said:

"There is birth and death due to conditions, there is no coming and going, it is empty, every action and every stop has its cause and effect, if the flower donor has the intention in advance, then it is just as it is."

Hua Meimei frowned as she listened to the words, then muttered, "Just give in, what are you talking about..."

He snorted lightly and ignored the people in the Western Desert. Instead, he looked at Chen Mu and the others at the back.

He paused for a moment, then suddenly chuckled and said loudly, "Brother Chen, although we have a good relationship, this is a matter of great importance to the two continents, and we cannot decide based on friendship. Therefore, you should let me take on this opponent!"

Chen Mu chuckled and replied, "You can tell the difference clearly now."

After saying this, he took a few steps forward and greeted Chi Wang in the West Desert team, "Fellow Daoist Chi Wang, how is Brother Chi Kong of your temple?"

Chi Wang was wearing a grey robe and had an ordinary face. Although he was not good at socializing, he remembered Chen Mu, so he put his hands together and smiled slightly and said, "Thank you for your courtesy, Benefactor Chen. When Chi Kong came here, I asked this poor monk to say hello to you..."

"Oh?"

Chen Mu nodded and smiled without saying anything more.

The white-browed monk beside him asked cheerfully, "Is this the donor Chen who helped Master Shenxiu attain enlightenment?"

Chen Mu's expression remained unchanged: "Master, who is it?"

The white-browed monk bowed with his hands behind his back: "I am Kong Heng, and I have often heard Junior Brother Kong Jie talk about you. I never thought that after not seeing you for decades, you have already formed a Nascent Soul."

Chen Mu smiled faintly. He had no intention of engaging in a deep conversation, so he casually asked, "Now that the Yang family has been chosen by Southern Xinjiang, Master, won't you change your target?"

"The cause and effect are still uncertain, so why worry..."

The White-browed Monk spoke slowly, and immediately led Chi Wang and the other two to sit aside. From the looks of it, he wasn't optimistic about Southern Xinjiang's victory, and was just waiting to take advantage...

Chen Mu looked for a moment, then suddenly turned back to the line and said to Sun Zhiyan:
"Brother Sun, the Huai'an Yang Clan is renowned throughout the world for their insect control. We have no advantage against them. In my opinion, we can choose Qiankun Cave or Piaomiao Taoist Temple. What do you think?"

Sun Zhiyan did not answer in a hurry, but fell into silent thought.

How could he not know what Chen Mu was thinking? Since he had to go through this, he must be grateful for Li Huo's death and wanted to seize the incense from Piaomiao Taoist Temple.

But the problem is, besides the Chixi Taoist priest of Piaomiao Taoist Temple being quite good, this generation of Taoist disciples is also quite outstanding. Adding the two together, the chances of success are always lower...

After a moment, his eyes became firm, and he said bluntly, "If Fellow Daoist Chen is confident that he can defeat Zhao Tianhe, I will follow your advice!"

Zhao Tianhe is the Taoist disciple of this generation of Piaomiao Taoist Temple.

Chen Mu laughed heartily upon hearing this, waved his sleeves, and leaped up, saying coldly, "Defeating him will be as easy as pie!"

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(End of this chapter)