"I don't know if Murong Xiu can get the longevity elixir when he goes to Penglai this time, if the ancestor leaves, I will have no half-saint in the Qingxu Sect, I'm afraid my status will not be guaranteed!"

This is a plainly furnished room, located on top of a tall tower, the room is covered with various formations, and it is the place where the upper echelons of the Qingxu Gate are discussed.

The one who spoke was a kind old man in white clothes and white hair, although his whole body was white, but his face was full of red light, and his cultivation was even more in the late stage of the emperor, and there was no sign of aging. He is the chief Taishang elder of the Qingxu Sect, and he is also the strongest person on the face of the Qingxu Sect.

Sitting opposite him was the previous generation of the Obsidian Immortal, the middle stage of the Emperor of Strength, looking like a middle-aged man, wearing a long dark crown, wearing the unique blue water yin and yang robe of the door master, with an elegant face with majesty, with a long beard, a faint light, looking like a fairy wind and bones.

The words of the white bearded Daoist made the obsidian immortals sigh, this is the reality of their sect, except for the old ancestor, there have been no new half-Christmas students for many years, even the existence of the peak of the emperor realm.

"Even if you get the Longevity Pill, do you think you can break through to the half-saint in a hundred years?" Obsidian smiled bitterly, there was a huge fault in their sect, and it was not something that could be made up in a short period of time.

"It's difficult, in a hundred years, the old man will reach the peak at most, and the chance of a half-saint is too small, to put it bluntly, the odds are pitifully small."

The long-bearded Taoist shook his head, the Qingxu Sect was calculated by the demi-saints among the demons a thousand years ago, which caused many strong men and geniuses of that generation to fall, and they have not recovered so far.

"It seems that we still have to use the old method to unite with other forces to reduce the pressure on our own sect." The obsidian immortal said firmly, this is the usual technique used by many forces, and it has the best effect.

"Which force are you going to unite with?" The white-bearded Taoist looked up and looked at obsidian seriously.

"Marry Penglai Island! It is easier to obtain the elixir and a powerful ally. Obsidian moved his eyelids and was going to speak.

"Who do you want to marry?" The white beard's brows were already furrowed, and he couldn't help but feel more.

"Murong Xiu!" Obsidian spit out three words, whether it was Bai Xu or Lu Tian, who was eavesdropping, all of them had a change in expression.

Lu Tian didn't move, and the Yuan Shen was still permeating the surroundings, to see what they said.

"Obsidian, she is the old man's personal disciple, and she is the youngest emperor in the sect, is it too much for you to do this." Whitebeard was angry and could no longer remain calm.

"I know this, just because she is your disciple, she has status, talent and strength, so that she can attract Penglai and make them pay more." Obsidian looked a little indifferent, using his fellow disciples as tools, and he made it.

"But with her talent, she may become the next demi-saint in the future, are you going to push her away?" Bai Xu is still unwilling, Murong Xiu is his proud disciple, and he will become an emperor in less than a hundred years, and this kind of talent is far beyond his.

"Then this is in the future, and now the sect is crumbling, and it has been waiting for a hundred years, but what about hundreds of years and thousands of years? Are you sure she can break through before the Ancestor leaves? It's just that you don't have much certainty, she has just broken through to the emperor realm, do you think it's possible? ”

Obsidian's words made Bai Xu not know how to refute, he broke through from the early stage to the middle stage, it took a hundred years, and from the middle to the late stage, it took three hundred years, and five hundred years have passed, but he has not yet broken through to the peak, let alone a half-saint.

It is basically a fantasy to let a person who has just reached the realm of the emperor become a half-saint within a hundred years, and it is better to let the ancestor live for a hundred more years.

Shirobeard fell silent, Obsidian was right, but he still didn't want to agree.

Of course, there are elements in this where the other party wants to suppress themselves, but what is more important is the interests of the sect, if you look at the future of the sect, this matter will inevitably gain the support of many people.

In other words, even if he doesn't agree, if there are enough people who support Obsidian, this matter can still be passed.

Thinking of this, Bai Xu was a little ashamed of his apprentice, he was a master, and he couldn't even protect his apprentice, which was really too much of a failure.

Obsidian nodded on the seat in his hand and looked at Bai Xu seriously: "If you really want to do this, I hope you can support it, otherwise Murong Xiu will resist." ”

"Are you still going to let me, the master, sell my apprentice?" Whitebeard's eyes widened, and he was so angry that he wanted to flip over the table.

"Don't get excited, just let you persuade her well, otherwise he is an emperor, if Tie Xin doesn't agree, it will be difficult for us to do it." Obsidian said disapprehantly, he knew that his words were a little shameless, but he couldn't help it.

"Hmph, what if she just ran away?" Bai Xu's eyes widened with anger, and he said casually.

"Then I can only arrest her back and tie her up and give it to the Holy Son of Penglai!"

Rumble!

A terrifying force erupted from Bai Xu's body, and the tables and chairs next to him shattered in an instant, and the room released bursts of light, blocking the destructive power, otherwise the entire tower would be destroyed.

"White beard, don't get excited, this matter can still be discussed, don't tear down the house." Obsidian knew that Shirobeard was really angry, and didn't dare to stimulate him anymore.

"I won't make a move in this matter, if you can convince her best, if you dare to use force on her, don't blame the old man for not being emotional!" White Whisker snorted coldly, too lazy to talk any more nonsense with Obsidian, turned around and disappeared in place.

"You are too stubborn, but in the future of the sect, a person is not as important as you think." Obsidian muttered to himself, continuing to think about the specifics.

When Bai Xu left, Lu Tian, who was detecting in the distance, also opened his eyes, glanced coldly in the direction of obsidian, and did not make a move, but merged into the void and disappeared.

Obsidian, who was still in the secret room, suddenly felt a chill in his body, as if he was being targeted by something terrifying, which made him feel suffocated, but soon this feeling disappeared, making him extremely confused and uneasy.

For Penglai, Lu Tian knows some news, it seems to be a powerful force overseas, and its strength is stronger than the top holy place in the Central Plains, Fanze Temple, but the base camp is on the ocean, and it is rejected by the six holy places, so it cannot interfere with the Central Plains.

Lu Tian didn't know anything else about Penglai, so he secretly came to a place that was one of the most important places in Qingxumen: the Hidden Scripture Pavilion!

The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is a nine-story ancient pagoda as high as ten zhang, the whole body is black, and the mottled place is filled with the breath of time, which has a history of more than 10,000 years.

There was a powerful formation arranged on it, and it was difficult for the emperor to break in, but for Lu Tian, it was not difficult to sneak in.

After a while, he was like an ordinary disciple, on the first floor of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, he took a book at random, and his Yuan Shen power had already bypassed the formation and scanned all the books here.

The power of the Yuan Shen can instantly remember the words scanned, and the speed is fast, hundreds of millions of times that of ordinary people, and in just a few breaths, thousands of books have entered his mind.