Cannon Fodder Pit Fairy Road

Chapter 262 Xiao Ming Comes
"We give everything for the opportunity to directly enter the upper realm!"

Ji Jida's voice was extremely low, such an elegant and composed person lost his calm when he said this, and the crazy Tong Xiaoye in his eyes could clearly see it.

Whether it is from a family or sect, ambitious or indifferent to fame and fortune, as a monk, his biggest dream is always to ascend the Mahayana, and Ji Jida, a proud man in the business world, is no exception.

"How difficult it is to advance to the Mahayana stage. Those of you who have just entered the fusion stage may not be clear, but our aristocratic family has been passed down in the cultivation world for thousands of years, so we can't understand the difficulties. Although the monks in the fusion stage are rare, they have a little background The aristocratic family can always come up with a few, but the monks who ascend to the upper realm are rare, most of the monks can only stop at the integration stage in their lives, and they can't even touch the edge of the Mahayana stage until they die..."

"That's true." Mr. Lang nodded deeply, "Our demon clan used to live in seclusion in the overseas islands. We have hardly seen soaring monks for thousands of years. Only the demon world knows that there are still very few demon cultivators who have ascended to the upper realm."

"So, we must seize this opportunity!"

Ji Jida's face was firm, and Tong Xiaoye's heart skipped a beat.
It is not easy to cultivate to the ascension level, but Ji Jida firmly believes that the eight major sects have the opportunity to directly reach the upper realm. All kinds of magic weapons have not been assigned to a certain monk, could it be...

Tong Xiaoye had a faint guess in her heart, she opened her eyes wide, and asked in disbelief: "So the eight major sects are searching for treasures, not for themselves, but for dedicating them to the upper realm, so as to gain entry A chance in the upper realm?"

Ji Jida nodded appreciatively, and said: "You may have guessed it, whether it is the ancient talisman of Qianlong from the eight major sects, or the gossip mirror from the Holy Land of Yaochi, the power of these magic weapons far exceeds that of ordinary spiritual weapons, and even It has reached the level of a fairy weapon, such a thing, even the masters of the spirit world will be moved."

Tong Xiaoye's eyes flickered slightly.
The gossip mirror is not a fairy weapon in the first place, it is a higher-level artifact than the fairy weapon, and the gossip mirror and the universe mirror in Qi Zhongmo's hands are originally one. It is also a high-end product, something that even Ling Jue takes a second look at. Tong Xiaoye understands its value better than others.

And Yaochi Holy Land has Bagua Mirror, and the Zhenpai treasures of the other three Holy Lands are probably not bad.

However, why do these magic weapons stay in the cultivation world of Qianlong Continent?Moreover, it has become the most important treasure of the sect's holy land in an open and honest manner, but no master from the upper realm has ever come to snatch it?

Lang Jun asked the question in Tong Xiaoye's mind, Ji Jida shook his head and said, "I don't know about this, but the Eight Great Sects and the Four Great Sacred Lands are also forces in the upper realm, even if Chongbao stayed in the lower realm for some reason , but now that the realm of comprehension has collapsed, in order not to let the treasure fall by the wayside, they will probably send someone to take it back, and the passage between the two realms will be opened."

"It is extremely difficult to open the passage between the two realms. Once opened, monks from the lower realm can also enter the upper realm. What we are waiting for is this once-in-a-lifetime chance! Favored by the upper world, high-level monks value cause and effect, and they also need to recruit monks to expand their strength, our aptitude is not bad, maybe..."

Hearing the uncertainty in Ji Jida's voice, Tong Xiaoye couldn't help sighing.

This is indeed an opportunity, but the hope is much slimmer than imagined.

Even if the passage between the two worlds will be opened, will those guys in the spirit world take a group of low-level monks away?Besides, if the crash of the interface is due to the death of the male protagonist Qi Zhongmo, those guys in the spirit world are too busy to take care of themselves, right?
But it is better to have a chance than no chance. For a monk whose advancement is difficult and the future is uncertain, this is a big gamble.

After sending Ji Jida and Lang Jun away, and asking them to help inquire about Xu Zhanming's news, Tong Xiaoye discussed future plans with Ning Yuan.

Cheng Tianzong definitely couldn't stay any longer, but it was easy to leave. As a monk at the fusion stage, surviving in the outside world is not a problem, and Tong Xiaoye has the Jikong Realm in his hand, even if he wants to retreat and practice, it is very easy.

It's just that the slight chance that Ji Jida mentioned...

Tong Xiaoye looked at Ning Yuan with some hesitation.
Ning Yuan shook his head and said: "We are still young, and unlike those monks who are close to the lifespan of the aristocratic sect, as long as we devote ourselves to practice, we may not be without the possibility of natural ascension. Now there is no need to follow them rashly. Besides, we have no..."

That last sentence is what matters.

If there is no treasure that can be obtained, which force is willing to take you to play!

Tong Xiaoye said with a smile: "Then let's say goodbye to Xiaoming first, and then go around Qianlong Continent, maybe we will have a better chance!"

The brothers and sisters wandered around the chaotic city of Yuanzhou for several months, and finally received news from Ji Jida that Xu Zhanming was in Tingzhou in the north, and was about to go to He's family in Tingzhou to negotiate.

Tong Xiaoye and Ning Yuan rushed over early, planning to sit and wait.

Tingzhou, He's Ancestral Hall.

Chen Qiurong tightly hugged the baby in her arms, curled up behind the quaint altar and shivered, her face was stained with bright red blood, one leg was cut off at the knee, there was no spiritual power and there was no time to repair it. The monk's severed limb and arm hit her body, causing a dull pain.

In front of the ancestral hall, the man who was desperately blocking the two monks at the stage of transformation was her Taoist partner He Fei. The man kept waving the flying sword, his movements became slower and slower, and he only relied on an obsession to support him desperately. In the He Clan's secret land, the Patriarch of the He Clan and his family are trying to stop seven monks in the integration period from major families in Tingzhou.

Chen Qiurong bit her lips tightly, blocking the crying of the baby in her arms. The women, children and children around her were also full of panic. The rainy wind, but it can't stop the desperation that will come sooner or later.

The ink-colored spirit card was stained red with blood, which looked very strange amidst the sound of fighting skills.

Chen Qiurong closed her eyes and prayed desperately. She didn't know if she was praying for a miracle to happen or if all this would end sooner.

Meet sooner or later the death that will come sooner or later.

Seven unfathomable strengths in the fusion stage can besiege two monks who have just advanced to the fusion stage. This is no ordinary fighting method, but a unilateral massacre!

The highest elder of the He family, the ancestor of the Great Consummation Stage, had blew himself up and died the day before yesterday, while the other two monks at the Composite Stage, including the Patriarch of the He family, were still struggling to support them. She and He Fei had persuaded them to escape. The two old men insisted on refusing.

"We old guys can escape, what will you do with the children, we He family members, we must be together no matter what!"

She remembered the old ancestor's words before his death, and these words seemed to be fulfilled soon.

Two loud noises exploded in the entire Tingzhou City. The sound was so shocking that Tong Xiaoye, who was thousands of miles away, felt his ears buzzing. She was slightly taken aback, and looked at Ning Yuan in surprise: " Is this, is this self-destruct of a body-fit cultivator?"

"Yes, two monks in the fusion period blew themselves up." Ning Yuan nodded with a heavy expression.

A monk in the fusion period is considered to be the top existence in the cultivation world. If he can't beat him, he can escape, so why should he die so tragically.

Nascent Soul blew himself up, and he didn't even have the chance to be reincarnated.

Looking at Ning Yuan, Tong Xiaoye quickened his pace.

After two loud bangs, the He's Ancestral Hall suddenly became very quiet.

He Feimeng, who was still desperately resisting before, fell limply on the ground, and the two cultivators who were chasing and killing him also stopped moving. The ancestral hall was silent, and everyone was waiting for something.

After a long time, footsteps sounded softly, and several figures walked in one after another.

"I didn't expect that old guy to really work hard. Poor old man Liu was hugged upright by that old guy, and he died here after working hard all the way."

"Hey, don't tell me, the old lady of the He family was also one of the most beautiful people in the cultivation world when she was young. It is worth living for Liu old man to go to the underworld with the beauty in his arms!"

Everyone laughed, and a monk covered in injuries laughed and said, "Hey, if the old man hadn't been able to hide quickly, I probably wouldn't have been able to escape. Now that he only lost one arm, it's a fluke."

The four figures chatted and laughed wantonly, and a trace of despair flashed across Chen Qiurong's face.

There were only four masters of the fusion stage who had previously fought against monk He family, but now there were only four of them left.

The two ancestors did not die in vain. They killed three people at the cost of self-explosion, but so what, even if there is only one integrated monk left, it is an insurmountable mountain for low-level monks like them.

"You are the He Fei of the He family's mutated spiritual root, take out the He family's Lingtai Feixian ruler, and I will give you a chance to kill yourself, otherwise..."

An ambiguous smile flashed across the old man's face, and his spiritual consciousness swept towards the several female cultivators behind the spiritual tablet: "Let the juniors have a good time in the ancestral hall of the He family, and let your children watch it with their own eyes. Wouldn't it be exciting to know that those old dead things of yours have knowledge!"

He Fei's face turned pale in an instant, Chen Qiurong was about to explode her Nascent Soul immediately, and then her expression suddenly became stiff.

Could it be that the female cultivator next to her was like this, the young girl held her hand with a panicked expression: "Sister-in-law, my spiritual power can't be used, what should I do?"
"Don't be afraid, Xiaoying, we crashed to death on the altar!" After Chen Qiurong finished speaking, she realized that her body had also lost its freedom.

In front of the monks in the fit period, they are like ants.

He Fei's complexion changed drastically, and he said resolutely: "Wang Wenshan, I hand over the Lingtai Feixian ruler, you spare their lives!"

"Haha, little guy, your knowledge is really low. Cutting the weeds does not remove the roots, and the spring breeze blows and regenerates. Are you leaving them to wait for the monks from the upper realm to complain?"

The old man in black, Wang Wenshan, looked up to the sky and laughed, his voice was cold and ruthless: "Hand over the Lingtai Feixian ruler, and I will let them die happily, otherwise..." He waved his hand, and the male cultivator who was gleaming with obscenity in his name was already eyeing him stood at the gate of the ancestral hall.

He Fei finally despaired. He closed his eyes, and a light blue ruler with colorful divine light suddenly appeared beside him. The man's voice was so erratic that it seemed not human: "Aren't you afraid of retribution?"

"For the sake of the future of my Wang family's descendants, let the retribution be on me. Anyway, I don't have a few years to live, so I don't regret dying for the Wang family!"

Wang Wenshan sighed, laughing with a little madness: "Besides, the sky is falling, how can there be a way of heaven? If there is a way of heaven, why is the old man trapped in the fusion period for 5000 years, and still can't touch the so-called way of heaven? If there is a way of heaven , why did you, the He family, benevolent and kind, end up in such a miserable end?"

"Hahahahaha~" The other three fusion stage monks also laughed, their laughter was desolate, and there was a faint sense of despair about the way ahead.

Tong Xiaoye and Ning Yuan stood behind them, watching all this silently.

"Why, are you two going to grab this ruler from the old men?" Wang Wenshan turned around suddenly, staring at Tong Xiaoye and the two with gloomy eyes.

Tong Xiaoye's face remained unchanged, and he said calmly: "We are not interested in that ruler, but since the fellow Taoists have obtained what they need, why not spare the lives of these juniors."

"If I spare their lives, who will spare the lives of my Wang family's descendants in the future?" Wang Wenshan sneered, showing that he refused to give up an inch.

Tong Xiaoye simply took a step forward, his eyes full of sarcasm: "The future? Do you think Qianlong Continent will have any future if it continues like this?"

The old man paused, a trace of sadness flashed across his face.

"Forget it, old man Wang, let's go, anyway, the things are in our hands!" A monk began to persuade him, Wang Wenshan stared unwillingly, and said sharply: "You save their lives now, thinking they can escape this Troubled times? The way of heaven is already in chaos, who can be spared!"

"I don't care what happens to them in the future, but now that I've seen it, I want to take care of it according to my heart!"

Tong Xiaoye grinned and made a sign to see off the guests: "Please, Elder Wang."

Wang Wenshan stomped his feet, but still led the people away.

Although there are four monks at the fusion stage on their side, they were all seriously injured in the previous battle. The man and the woman in front of them look very unusual, especially the little girl, who looks like a 13-year-old at the fusion stage With their cultivation base, they have important things to do, so there is no need to cause unnecessary trouble.

The girls of the He family survived the catastrophe, hiding behind the spirit cards and looking panic-stricken, but the man named He Fei stood up with no sadness or joy on his face: "What else do you two seniors want? I'm sorry, our He family's last The most precious thing is that ruler, now we have nothing, and we can't do what you wish."

Obviously, he regarded Tong Xiaoye and the two as monks who took advantage of the fire.

Tong Xiaoye shook his head, and led Ning Yuan away from the He family.

The little black hair in his arms suddenly moved his head and screamed.

"Xiao Ming is here?" Tong Xiaoye was overjoyed, pulled Ning Yuan to cheer, and ran towards Xu Zhanming's direction as fast as lightning in a blink of an eye.

But someone was faster than her.

The four body-fit monks flashed and blocked Xu Zhanming like a wall.

(End of this chapter)