Cultivation of Immortals Summoning the Three Realms

Chapter 52
On the south side of Tianmang Mountain, at the very top, the devilish energy lingers and lingers for a long time.

Moshamen, the first sect of Moxiu, in the dark hall at this moment, there is a little blood mist floating in the air.

"What? Was it wiped out by a little-known sect?"

A cultivator in a black robe with no face visible said in a hoarse voice.There is also a cultivator in black in the hall, kneeling tremblingly in the center of the hall.

"To the deputy suzerain, it is rumored that the small sect has the potential to defy the sky. It once led to the heaven and earth of different phases in the sect world, and finally won the evaluation of the top of the five mountains."

The black-clothed cultivator said cautiously, fearing that their suzerain would kill him to vent his anger in a fit of anger.

"Oh? That kid?" The black-robed cultivator moved slightly.

He turned around slowly, revealing a white face.

If Luo Fang was here, he would definitely recognize that this person was the man in white who cheated him with a few middle-grade spirit stones at the gate of the gate.

"That small sect later gained the attention of Qingyumen and Wuliang Xiangong, so the subordinates did not dare to act rashly, so they rushed back and reported to the deputy sect master."

The demon cultivator kneeling on the ground was sweating profusely on his head. It was the first time he had seen the real appearance of the deputy suzerain after being in the demon palace for decades.

"What did the suzerain say?" For some reason, when the deputy suzerain of Moshamen knew that it was Luo Fang who did it, he was a little worried.

Of course, if it was someone else, an order to exterminate the family would have already been passed down.

"The suzerain means to destroy the family. After all, the experienced envoy is his adopted son."

The cultivator kneeling on the ground answered honestly.

"That's the end of this matter, let's go down first."

There was an imperceptible trace of anger on the face of the white and clean deputy suzerain. As the deputy suzerain of Moshamen, he had no right to make decisions on this matter.

"Boy, if you are accidentally wiped out, you can't blame me! You have a wrongdoer and a debtor, you should go to him."

After he said something to himself, he turned into a black mist and disappeared into the hall.

Luo Fang was standing in front of the Yicai Temple that was about to be completed, thinking about how to gather spiritual energy next

He sneezed a few times, "Who the hell wants to plot against me?" He looked at the height of Tianmang Mountain with premonition.

Originally, the Yicai Temple required a one-month construction period, but at this moment, the disciples in the sect worked together to help with all their strength.

Unknowingly, the progress has caught up a lot, and in just five days, it has already been covered.

During these five days of kung fu, Luo Fang used all the two summoning opportunities every day to summon the blue brick and tile houses,
Now, his summoning points are only 2950 points left. Fortunately, all the disciples now have a place to live.

Luo Fang looked at the bronze panel in the Sea of ​​Consciousness, Xiaolingxi's information was still the same, but the aura value was much stronger than before.

It was about 20 o'clock, and it seemed that this color temple should have played a role.

Aura?How in the world can we get aura?Luo Fang has been thinking about this question for several days.

Except for the disciples of the golden core stage, all the disciples of the Qi Condensation Stage and the Foundation Establishment Stage have stopped practicing.

He took a deep breath, and after finding Yang Jian and Wukong, he said the idea in his heart, but he did not expect to get the approval of most of the disciples.

"Master, I think this method is absolutely feasible, but I don't know if it will affect other sects."

"That's right. After all, this Little Spirit Creek is not my school's Little Spirit Creek. It has benefited tens of thousands of creatures down the mountain. If you are not careful, it will cause some criticism."

Although some disciples put forward different opinions, Luo Fang still decided to make this matter happen.

At Qingyu Gate, Zhu Ming looked at the fat Zheng Ning who had passed out, with a ruthless look on his face,

"Because of you, I lost so much face, today is your death day."

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and after some powdery things sprinkled on Zheng Ning's body, it started to burn.

In less than a moment, Zheng Ning turned into a pile of ashes without even screaming.

"And you, stinky boy, don't think that you will be good if you get the land, it will be your death day soon."

Zhu Ming said to himself coldly, he didn't hate Luo Fang in general either!
Just when he was about to fall into madness, a voice like Dao suddenly came from his ear, "Fool, wake up soon."

Only then did Zhu Ming come back to his senses, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, obviously he had experienced a demon just now.

"Master, this disciple pays respects to Master." After Zhu Ming came back to his senses, he knelt in front of the door.

Then the door opened slowly and automatically, and a cultivator of immortal style walked in slowly.

This person seemed to be walking slowly, but he came to Zhu Ming in the blink of an eye.

"Get up and talk. As a teacher, you are enlightening, and suddenly there is a warning sign in your heart. I know that there is something wrong with you, so come and take a look."

The cultivator who spoke was Zhu Ming's master, Xuan Jizi, the great elder of Qingyu Sect, a cultivator in the late stage of ascension.

Rao is now that Ju Ming has reached the early stage of Mahayana, and he is still as weak as a baby in front of his master.

"Thank you, Master." Zhu Ming wiped the sweat from his brow, got up slowly, and almost fell into the magic way just now.

If his master hadn't arrived in time, the consequences would have been disastrous.

"Your obsession is still too strong. Even if its potential is against the sky, it's just a group of cultivators at the Golden Core Stage and Qi Condensation Stage. The spiritual veins on both sides of the Xiaolingxi River have been taken away. What can it do?" climate?"

Xuan Jizi shook his head and said, he knew that Zhu Ming had lost face in front of the Young Palace Master of Wuliang Immortal Palace that day, and his heart was hard to get over.

Cold sweat dripped from Zhu Ming's forehead, Master is Master, and he told the truth in one word.

"Don't forget that Wanbaoxia will be the place you should pay attention to one year later."

Xuanjizi managed to train Zhu Ming to be the chief disciple of the Qingyu Sect. How could he see him surrendering his status to fight against a newly established sect.

"Wanbao Gorge?" Ju Ming's shameful eyes suddenly became bright,
"Master, did you mean that Wanbao Gorge, which opens once every thousand years, will open in a year's time?"

For a while, his mood was hard to calm down. Why did the disciples of the Qingyun Realm go down the mountain to practice and find their own magic weapons during the Qi Condensation period, because the Qingyun Realm couldn't refine weapons by themselves.

And Wanbaoxia sprays magic weapons once every thousand years. At that time, almost all cultivators will gather in Wanbaoxia to obtain the magic weapons that are destined for them, and even some hidden powers will go hunting for treasures.

"Yes, this time not only righteous cultivators will participate, but even demon cultivators, demon cultivators, and beast cultivators will send disciples to find opportunities. As the chief disciple of my Qingyu Sect, you will lead my Qingyu Sect to compete for more magic weapons. Yes, at that time, the geniuses of the entire Qingyun world will gather, and that is the time for you to perform."

Xuanjizi said with serious eyes.

The once-in-a-thousand-year eruption of all treasures will cause chaos in the Qingyun world, and they have to prepare early.

"Yes, Master, this disciple is being reckless. Please rest assured, Master, after one year, this disciple will never lose face of Qingyu Sect."

Zhu Ming said respectfully, he never doubted his master.

As assigned by the Luoyun Sect, Luo Fang and a group of disciples dug a large pit with a radius of two or three miles not far from the punishment monument. The pit was four to five feet deep, and it took six or seven days.

A group of disciples rammed the excavated soil into a foundation, and used the broken stones under the punishment tablet to build a city wall to completely enclose the exit of the sect.

They only left one gate for the disciples to enter and exit, and the Luoyun Sect's distribution at this moment can be regarded as having some fame.

"Master, the lake pit has been dug, should we introduce some water from Xiaolingxi into the pit now?"

Nezha said excitedly that he was the most supportive of Luo Fang's idea.

"Well, bring a small group over here." Luo Fang wiped the sweat off his brow, digging such a big hole, even during the gas condensation period, would feel exhausted.

"Yes, Master." Nezha ran away happily.

Soon a small stream was slowly led into the big pit, and it was done!

Luo Fang didn't know if his idea would work. In order to increase the aura value in the sect, he decided to gather streams into lakes.

(End of this chapter)