Three years have passed in a blink of an eye, and the time has come for Qingyinmen to go to Tianxuanmen as a guest.

In the previous life, Jun Ze went to Tianxuanmen or the realm of Jindan Great Perfection, but now he is already a cultivator in the Yuan Infant Stage, and has caught up with Xi Fan's cultivation progress and reached the middle Yuan Infant Period.

Jun Ze in the previous life appeared in front of everyone in Tianxuanmen for the first time, and this time, his name had already been made in the outside world.

I have to say that the physique of the innate spirit body is really a bug on the way to cultivation.

Xi Fan has worked very hard, although he has made progress in the past three years, he is still in the late Yuan Infant period, and there is still a long way to go in the face of stepping into the Transformation Stage.

And Jun Ze, obviously cultivating the same as Xi Fan, easily caught up.

It's really more people than people have to die, and goods have to be thrown away!

This time, since Xi Fan and Jun Ze had already surpassed their peers by too many cultivators, neither of them ended up in the competition.

And although Yiqing's mouth has not changed, the painful lesson of the last time made him want to take a detour after seeing Junze, where would he deliberately get close to find abuse, which made Junze very satisfied.

As soon as he came this time, Jun Xian entered the back room with Mingxu Zhenjun with a solemn face.

Putting down the spiritual tea in his hand and placing it on the soft couch beside him, Jun Xian said in a slightly suppressed tone: "Mingxu Zhenjun, this time the string to Tianxuan is not only for the triennial comparison between the two factions, but also something that makes the string very worried and anxious recently. ”

"Frost Yin Zhenjun is referring to the assassination and massacre that have occurred many times in the outside world."

Looking at Jun Xian's frowning eyebrows, Ming Xuan Zhenjun thought about it for a while, and he also knew what made the originally elegant and gentle frost lead Zhenjun to think about it continuously.

"That's it." Jun Xian's fingers tapped lightly on the tabletop: "They're starting to mess up." ”

"It's been three thousand years, and it's no wonder that they are messing up, but why bother doing evil, those who died in vain are still young children."

"Speaking of which, I can't complain that they kill innocents indiscriminately, thousands of years of penance is only for one day to attain the Tao, but the ascension to heaven is far away, and now you and I have not yet reached their realm, if we are the current people, can we still keep the Dao heart and not do such evil deeds? In recent days, I have been asking myself, Zhong Xian, I asked myself if I could do it. ”

Jun Xian, who was confused, unconsciously called the name of Mingxu Zhenjun's layman, expressing the hesitation in his heart at the moment.

"But Zhong Xian, those targets are still within the understandable range of being poisoned, but right now, not only the targets are suffering miserably, but even the children who are obviously not eligible are also encountering accidents.

They suspect that the 'key' is on those gifted children, and all the children with cultivation talent will be their target next, if this continues, even if the 'key' is found, the future of our Sealed Spirit Continent will be destroyed, and what will be left to us will only be the immortal cultivation realm full of devastation.

Zhong Xian, I admit that I am not a saint, I am so worried just for the sake of my descendants, I am really afraid, I am afraid that even if we can achieve our wish one day, there will be no hope for my descendants. ”

Jun Xian's words were earnest, his words were full of pathos, and his face was full of sorrow.

Although every drink and peck is the Heavenly Dao, but excessive slaughter will only make the Heavenly Dao unbalanced, at that time, will anyone still be able to successfully ascend to the Heavenly Dao under the imbalance of the Heavenly Dao?

"I know, so Tianxuan broke the rule of accepting apprentices once every ten years and changed it to recruit new recruits every year, just to keep some good seedlings of cultivating immortals, so that it would not be too miserable after a thousand years."

Rubbing his fingers against the teacup, Mingxu Zhenjun raised his hand to taste a sip of spiritual tea, the sweet spiritual tea in the past, but at the moment it has a slightly bitter feeling.