Hong Su's understanding of aura is always vague, only knowing that this is a good thing, with aura, you can grow spiritual grass spirit beasts, and if you cultivate, you will get twice the result with half the effort. Now that the aura of the Taiyan Sect is declining, it is naturally not good news. However, Red Crisp doesn't care about those, she heard that Hairpin Star is not dead, and has become the daughter of the Demon King, although she can't figure out what this is all about, but as long as Hairpin Star is alive, Red Crisp is very happy.

I don't know when I will see the eldest lady again, she sat in the courtyard and sighed.

Hongshu didn't go down the mountain, so naturally he didn't know the tragic situation in the world today. Her little worry was not worth mentioning in the eyes of the rest of the sect.

At this moment, there are many people sitting in the Jinhua Hall of the Taiyan faction.

The people who can take charge of the affairs of the major sects are here, and it is the recent flood in the capital that is discussed.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are all here today to solve the problem of flooding everywhere." It was Fu Ronghua, the head of the Yinfeng Sect, who spoke. He is used to being exquisite, and he is good friends with all the major sects, and no one can be offended, so it is best for him to start at this time. He said: "Recently, the rain has been non-stop, and the floods have been raging, and I think all the factions have been deeply troubled by the flood. Now we can only work together to find a perfect way to overcome the current crisis. ”

The flood affected not only ordinary people, but also sect monks. Since they have enjoyed the prestige of the sect among the people, such a natural and man-made disaster like this, each sect naturally has to send disciples down the mountain to help. However, the flood was endless, and the other end was just getting better, and the other end was bursting. The people were forced to run to the mountains, and the land outside the sect gradually became an ocean. If this continues, the sect monks will not be able to escape this catastrophe. Eight Chinese Net

"It's not just the flood." Aunt Rongshuang of the Xiangling Sect said with a cold face, "Isn't there something wrong with your sect's spiritual vein?" ”

Fu Ronghua froze. This is also a fact, originally there was a spirit stone mine in their sect, and it was only by relying on this mine that the Yin Feng Sect could rise rapidly in the immortal cultivation world. And in recent years, especially in the past two years, the spirit veins have been depleted so badly that there are no more spirit stones in the mine. The sect began to advocate frugality from top to bottom, and even he, the head of the sect, could only wear the old clothes of previous years.

Rong Shuang said lightly: "You don't have to hide it, it's not just the Yinfeng Sect that wants to come to the spiritual veins to dry up." Whether it is an accident or not that the disciples of the sect have broken through the difficulties in their cultivation over the past few years, everyone here knows it in their hearts. Now it can still maintain one or two, and when the spiritual veins are completely exhausted, the sect will fall, but sooner or later. ”

Lingxin Daoist snorted coldly: "Master Rongshuang, if you have something to say, you might as well say it directly." ”

"There has never been such a flood in the capital for hundreds of years, the flood does not know when it will be resolved, but the speed of the depletion of the spiritual veins is accelerating, if the rain does not stop, in another half a year, I am afraid that the capital will not be the capital in front of me."

She was not alarmist, and it was clear to those present.

Zhao Mai stroked his beard and said with a smile: "What does the head of Rongshuang mean?" ”

"I don't know if you still remember that legend a thousand years ago."

Shaoyang Zhenren, who had been sitting silently on the high seat, raised his eyes slightly, and his expression finally fluctuated slightly.

Fu Ronghua looked at the woman in yellow suspiciously: "You mean, the legend of the flood in Duzhou a thousand years ago?" ”

I don't know how long the mainland of Toshu has existed so far. Everyone says that the Hayama Sage, who ascended three hundred years ago, was the first monk to ascend to immortality in Dushu, but this is not necessarily the case.

Long before the sage of Hayama, there were monks who ascended to immortality, but the relevant scriptures are not found, just because a thousand years ago, there was an unprecedented flood in Duzhou.

The flood lasted for several whole years without abdicating in the slightest. It is said that at its worst, an entire mountain range can be flooded overnight. The whole of Toju became an ocean, and there was not a single piece of land. Whether it is a human race or a demon race, no one has escaped.

Legend has it that until a monk appeared, he used all means to find the entrance to the human world and the fairy world, and gambled a game of chess with the gods as a mortal.

He won that game.

The gods gave the monk the method of water control as a prize for the chess game. The monk used the method of water control given by the gods to relieve the flood.

The floods in Duzhou gradually receded, and the original monk also achieved complete merit and soared to immortality. However, after that flood, almost all the immortal cultivation sects were destroyed, and the only words that recorded history were drowned by the surging waves. Only legends are left by word of mouth, and I don't know if it's true or not.

"Are you saying that the Flood today is similar to the Flood of a thousand years ago? We want to be like the monk back then, go to the immortal realm to seek immortal solutions to our difficulties? Fu Ronghua shook his head, "Master Rongshuang, don't laugh, it's just a legend!" ”

"That's not just a legend." Rong Shuang said lightly: "The place where the fairy world and the human world meet in the legend is the ruins of the Golden Gate. She looked at Shaoyang Zhenren, "Don't real people know?" ”

Shaoyang Zhenren was silent.

Those present were also surprised. That legend was really ridiculous, and the monks only regarded it as a legend, who had ever heard this statement, and for a while, their eyes were on Shaoyang Zhenren.

"The ruins of the Golden Gate?" Lingxin Daoist frowned, "That's not the place where Qinghua killed the Demon King?" Shaoyang," his tone was sharp, "do you know this?" ”

"In the first war, I didn't go to the ruins of Kinmen." Shaoyang real people gather their eyes.

"But you know how the ruins of the Golden Gate open, don't you?" Rongshuang is aggressive.

When the Qinghua fairy killed the demon king in the ruins of the Golden Gate, and then sealed the ruins of the Golden Gate, from the beginning to the end, everyone did not see the true appearance of the ruins of the Golden Gate. It wasn't until after the death of the Demon King that the Demon King's Yuan Force dissipated, and the Qinghua Fairy appeared with the Demon King's corpse, that everyone believed in the fact that the Demon King was dead.

But how the Qinghua Fairy killed the Demon King, others can't know, and the truth is only known by Shaoyang Zhenren, who is the senior brother of the same sect.

"Now that the flood is raging, the world is a vast ocean, and the spiritual veins of the major sects are gradually drying up, and it is difficult to protect themselves." Rong Shuang looked at Shaoyang Zhenren coldly, and his tone was cold as if there was frost: "The chess of the Emperor Tai is in the ruins of Kinmen, find the chess game, seek the immortal method, maybe there is still a glimmer of life in Duzhou." At present, all factions are prosperous and lossy, and at this time, the real people still refuse to tell us the way to enter the ruins of the Golden Gate? ”

The eyes of everyone in the hall fell on Shaoyang Zhenren.

The white-haired man sat quietly, his eyes down, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a long time, he calmly spoke: "It's not that I won't tell you. But even I can't enter the ruins of the Golden Gate. ”

Lingxin Daoist frowned: "Why? ”

"Only the demons have the key to open the ruins of the Golden Gate." He said.

"Brother Shen!"

"Hmm!"

Shen Changqing walked on the road, and when he met someone he knew well, he would say hello to each other or nod his head.

But it doesn't matter who it is.

There was no superfluous expression on everyone's face, as if they were very indifferent to everything.

on this.

Shen Changqing is used to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, it is an institution that maintains the stability of Great Qin, and its main responsibility is to kill demons and monsters, and of course there are some other side jobs.

Arguably.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone has a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is accustomed to seeing life and death, then he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The Demon Suppression Division is huge.

The people who can stay in the Demon Suppression Division are all powerful masters, or people who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppression Division is divided into two professions, one is the town guard and the other is the demon exterminator.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts with the lowest level of demon slayer.

Then step by step, he is expected to become a town guard.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level of the demon slayer envoys.

Have memories of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of an attic.

Unlike other places full of slaughter, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, and in the bloody Demon Suppression Division, it presents a different tranquility.

At this time, the attic door is open, and there are occasional people entering and exiting.

Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment, and then stepped in.

Access to the attic.

The environment has changed in vain.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with the faint smell of blood came to his face, making his brow furrow instinctively, but quickly stretched.

The smell of blood on everyone's body in the Demon Suppression Division is almost impossible to clean.