Wen Yu has always felt that he is a qualified and good hall master, and he is also a positive hall master. Although the temple he took over was a mess, he still didn't abandon it or give up, and tried his best to lead the sect to a well-off life, no, it was a broad road to the rich.

Helplessly, the ideal is very plump, and the reality is very skinny. Although the Temple of the Relic God has the tall and powerful brand of the descendants of the ancient gods, it can't withstand the years of competition. Originally, relying on the additional divine power, this almost external attribute has always stood in the Relic Temple of the leader of the cultivation world, but in recent years, due to the weak bloodline, the attribute blessing has become weaker and weaker. Up to now, except for the hall master, who still has a trace of divine power that he himself can't feel and has no use, the other descendants of the disciples basically only have a sign of a descendant of the god clan.

In order to retain the divine power of blessings, the previous hall masters inevitably took some xenophobic measures, which caused a very bad impact. The most direct manifestation is that external talents cannot be introduced, internal corruption, and the overall quality of the sect has plummeted, and there are basically few disciples who can handle it until now.

When he realized the strict nature of the problem and began to want to accept excellent disciples from outside, it was already too late. Mo said that it is extremely difficult to find disciples with good qualifications, and even if there are, they have already been robbed by various sects, so how can it be their turn.

Especially after the last great battle that affected the entire cultivation world, the Temple of the Relic God suffered heavy losses, and almost all the monks who could support the scene fell in this battle. Of the dozen or so Yuanying monks, only five remained. The strength of the Relic God Temple plummeted again, and it was almost impossible to lift it up in front of all factions.

Wen Yu was so worried that he couldn't sleep at night. However, at this critical moment, the various sects also stabbed a knife in his heart and invited the disciples of Jindan in the sect to participate in the sect competition. In the name of a sectarian exchange, Wen Yu knew that this was actually a grand gathering of the strength of various factions.

There was a problem with this comparison, and the ten Jindan disciples sent out by the Temple of the Relics were turned into dogs. Even if you don't get the ranking, none of the disciples made it to the top ten. It's not even as good as the average first-class immortal gate.

Wen Yu almost vomited blood and came back. After this comparison, let alone the leader, it is estimated that he will not even be able to keep the position of the first-class immortal gate, and he will completely lose the right to speak from now on. Wen Yu has the heart to die, just when he has nothing to do, can't think about, and has nothing to do. A miracle happened!

The Heavenly Forest in the back mountain suddenly descended the spiritual light of the gods, and the entire temple of the relics was shrouded in clouds, and the rumbling thunder actually split for ten days. Immediately afterwards, a stone chamber inside revealed the coercion of the gods.

Transforming God Cultivator, in the back mountain and returning to the Heavenly Forest, there is actually a Transformation God Venerable! After that war, there was no longer a god in the entire cultivation world, but he had another one here, alive!

Wen Yu was so excited that his beard lit up in an instant, and he gathered outside the stone room to personally welcome the Venerable out of the customs. With the Avatar Monk in charge, which sect would dare to bully the door.

The more Wen Yu thought about it, the more beautiful it became, the more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that the Venerable in the stone room was pleasing to the eye, and it was too timely, you were the most beautiful cloud in the sky, pouring wine and leaving you behind...... Hey, what's weird?

But when the Venerable One walked out of the stone chamber, he was dumbfounded. This...... Who is it? The face looks so strange.

The Guitian Forest in the back mountain is a place where life and death are closed in the faction, and all the people who enter are monks who are approaching the end of their lives and desperately breaking through, but most of the disciples are gone, and they all come out of the nine deaths, which is easy to forget.

But this is the Venerable Transformation God, which means that she was at least Yuan Ying before she entered, but why haven't you even seen him.

Wen Yu gritted his teeth, no matter what, the sect can't miss this Venerable, just treat it as a gift from God.

So he kept doing it, knelt down with a bang, and shouted, "Disciple, meet the old ancestor." ”

So, Zhu Yao, a young girl who was beautiful and had just had a boyfriend, was so ancestor.

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"Old ancestor, I don't know which blessed land your old man's family wants to use as your cave mansion?" Wen Yule greeted him happily, smiling so hard that he couldn't see his eyebrows.

Old man Zhu Yao: "......"

Please, don't call me my fathers? She still has to get married! "Just call me by name."

"Never." Wen Yu's expression was grim, and he said with a straight face, "The elders and young are respectful and orderly, and the disciple, as the master of the Temple of the Relic God, should lead by example." Please ancestors, don't shirk. "He looked like you were trampling on my dignity as a junior.

The corners of Zhu Yao's mouth twitched, and he endured it silently. If it weren't for your age!

"You can choose a place to live." She didn't have any requirements for where she lived, anyway, her goal was those magic weapons.

When Wen Yu heard this, he didn't take her around anymore, and went directly to the top of a peak with green mountains and green waters.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, it's the highest of all the floating peaks. Next to it is the main peak, and on the right is a forest, but a few miles away there is a dark peak. There was not a single grass or tree on the mountain, and there was no spiritual energy, but it still rose steadily in the air.

Zhu Yao was a little curious, "What is that?" ”

"That's Sword Hunting Peak." Wen Yu explained, suddenly as if he thought of something, "In a while, it will be the day when the factions will search for swords, and then forget the ancestors to protect our faction." ”

"Looking for a sword? What is that? Zhu Yao asked casually.

Wen Yu was stunned for a moment, and looked at her with some surprise, "Searching for a sword is naturally to find a weapon that fits you, or a material for casting. "How long has the ancestor been in retreat, I don't even know this kind of thing." This Sword Seeking Peak rose from the ground thousands of years ago, and there are countless magic weapon casting materials in it, but because this peak was born on the spiritual vein of our sect, the weapons forged with the materials here are inherently spiritual, and they will choose their own masters. Before finding a suitable owner, even if the weapon is cast, it will return here, waiting for the destined person. Therefore, this faction will hold a sword hunting conference every ten years. ”

So awesome? Aren't the other sects red-eyed to death? After all, people only come once in ten years, and you are right at your doorstep.

But in this way, Zhu Yao is looking forward to it, maybe she can take advantage of this sword search conference to learn about the whereabouts of the five magic weapons, and then borrow them by the way. Even if people don't want to borrow it, she can still grab it!

Zhu Yao stayed at the top of the peak for five days, knocking on the side from the mouths of some disciples who came to serve, asking about the current situation of this world. If you don't listen, you don't know, and it's not good to listen to it.

Originally, she thought that the world spirit had given her another vest with its own plot, but it wasn't, no one in this faction knew about her at all. It's just that because the location where she appeared happened to be in the stone room on the mountain behind the house, the hall master naturally classified her as a faction.

No wonder the old man refused to call her by name, it turned out that he didn't know if he didn't call her. I was afraid of offending a god-transforming monk, so I could only hold it with my ancestors. Sure enough, those who can be the head are all thousand-year-old foxes. This is obviously a trap for her.

After knowing the truth, Zhu Yao went directly to explain to Wen Yu that he didn't want to stay in this sect.

Wen Yu stopped him with a handful of snot and tears, crying while talking about his sad history, from the establishment of the sect, crying to the glory of the sect, and crying all the way to the embarrassing status quo now, holding her thighs and refusing to let go.

A white-haired old man over half a hundred years old, crying and shouting for stay, begging for conquest, as a good girl with five lectures and four beauties, she really couldn't bear to kick it away. In the end, he nodded.

Wen Yu's whole body was energetic in an instant, his waist was no longer sore, his feet were no longer sore, his thighs were no longer hugging, and his snot and tears were put away freely, "I haven't asked yet, what is the Venerable Dao number?" ”

The corners of Zhu Yao's mouth twitched, "Yuyao." "Changing your face is definitely a must-have skill for the head of the company.

"It turned out to be Venerable Yuyao." The old man saluted respectfully, "If the Venerable can survive the catastrophe of the gods in my faction and choose to stay in the sect, it can be regarded as having a fate with our faction, and the Temple of the Relics will definitely not forget the great kindness and great virtue of the Venerable Jì." ”

Zhu Yao replied to him with two words, hehe.

The Temple of the Relic God, if she remembers correctly, this should be the home of the Yingluo girl, the sect of the base camp of the descendants of the ancient gods! Isn't it very powerful in the plot? Why is it miserable now, there is not a single God Venerable in the faction.

As if seeing her doubts, Old Man Wen Yu took the initiative to explain, "His Holiness doesn't know, in that battle hundreds of years ago, I sent more than a dozen Yuanying monks to fall, which hurt the foundation, so I fell into such a situation. ”

"Hundreds of years ago?" Zhu Yao was stunned, what kind of war can kill so many yuan babies? "Can't a dozen Yuan Babies join forces?"

Wen Yu sighed, "How can the demon clan be so easy to deal with. ”

"Demons?" Zhu Yao's eyes widened, and a thought crossed his heart, faintly feeling that there was something wrong with this rebirth.

"His Holiness couldn't have imagined that the demon clan would still appear, right?" Wen Yu shook his head with a sad face, "If it weren't for the former hall master's own sister, the Yingluo Palace Lord would be desperate to seal the demon clan with his life, how could there be this peaceful world?" It's only been a few hundred years since the various factions began to attack the idea of my temple of relics. ”

"Wait!" Zhu Yao was a little confused, and looked at the old man seriously, "You said that Yingluo sealed the demon clan hundreds of years ago?" ”

"yes!" Wen Yu nodded, lowered his head and thought for a moment, "I've been thinking about it for hundreds of years...... It's been more than 900 years, right? ”

"Damn!" She finally knew what was wrong, the resentment of the Yingluo girl was a thousand years after sealing the demon clan, and the realm spirit actually sent her to Yingluo before she was resurrected. Not only did she come to the girl's world, but she also traveled back in time to the past.

"Old man, do you know that, girl...... No, where is the body of the Valsora Palace Master? ”

"On the altar of God, of course." He said with a look of course, "Only by sacrificing one's body can one lower the Ancient Seal Technique." ”

"Where's that place?"

Wen Yu pointed to a place to the south, "The holy pool behind my relict temple...... Hey? As soon as he turned around, there was still Zhu Yao's figure in front of him, only a white shadow flying to the south.

It seemed that His Holiness was very curious about that savior, and it seemed that he would not leave for a short time, so he was immediately relieved.

Zhu Yao went directly to the position that Wen Yu was pointing to, in front of him was a clear bottom-out pool, surrounded by flowing magic circles, and a blue-shirted girl was lying on top of the pool. There are chains of spiritual energy attached to the body.

Sure enough, it's the girl in the plot, and she hasn't been resurrected yet.

Finally understand what that subtle adjustment is that the spirit of the world said? He's adjusting the timeline!

At the beginning, she said that she wanted to solve the problem from the source, but she didn't expect the realm spirit to really send her back to the source. The girl has not yet been betrayed by the world.

Damn, it looks like all her plans are going to be adjusted.

originally thought that the main task was to collect those few magic weapons, release the sister's soul, and then conduct a psychological counseling on the sister, with a low success rate, so that she could let go of her grievances and reincarnate well.

In this way, her main task has become how to prevent the world from bearing her and reverse her tragic life.

Suddenly, I felt that a big wave of trouble was coming.

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Zhu Yao can't stay in the Temple of the Relic God now, Yingluo doesn't know when she will wake up, she has to save her in advance before the factions find out. Otherwise, with her as a soft girl who has lost her cultivation, she can only be pinched. There are also those five magic weapons, and she must also do her best to get them.

Those five things are also part of her sorrow.

The journey of the otherworldly psychology and the alien instantly becomes: save the sad soft girl. It's so sour, it's unbelievable!

And the sword hunting conference that Wen Yu said opened in full swing five days later. The monks of all sects and sects gathered in the Temple of the Relic God. Although Wen Yu complained about the style of these sects in his heart, he greeted him politely on the surface.

It's just that there are a lot of people who came this time, and there are many Yuanying real people who lead the team, saying that they are bringing disciples to find swords, but it is better to say that they are here to demonstrate, and it is obvious that the drunkard does not mean to drink.

Wen Yu was so calm that he didn't immediately run to the peak to ask Zhu Yao for help, but still warmly greeted the disciples of various factions. It wasn't until all the famous immortal sects in the cultivation world had arrived, and the leading monks of each faction were seated, that they walked back to the hall.

The factions were obviously impatient to wait, and a monk directly stopped Wen Yu, and said the purpose as soon as he opened his mouth, "Lord Wen Palace, the Temple of the Relic God has guarded the Sword Hunt Peak for so many years, and it is really hard work, and the disciple who searches for the sword once every ten years is really troublesome. Therefore, all the factions discussed, it is better to let this Sword Hunting Peak be in charge of other immortal sects in the future, and it will also solve the worries of the hall master. ”

Wen Yu glanced back at him, Xunjian Peak was originally something that belonged to the Temple of the Relic God, once every ten years, and it was only because the magic weapons in the peak had the ability to choose the master and did not want to be buried, so he invited the factions to enter. They obviously came to grab things, but they still had to move out of the excuse to relieve the worries of the Temple of the Relics.

Wen Yu sneered and walked towards the main seat in the hall, but suddenly his eyes turned, and he did not sit on the main seat, but waved his hand, and asked the disciple to add a seat to sit down at the lower position, and looked at the people present, thinking about someone on the peak, and instantly straightened his waist.

It's time to raise your eyebrows! R1152