Just when the field was quiet, the sect master paused his head slightly, looked up at everyone as if he hadn't woken up, simply supported his head with one hand, and said dreamily:

"Hey, Lao Li, I didn't say you, you're a lot old, and you have to fight and kill all day long."

The hall master of Yanwutang, known as Lao Li, was named Li Wufu, and he obviously knew the temper of the sect master, his face did not change, and he was about to refute.

But I heard the sect master continue:

"Let the younger generation deal with the affairs of the younger generation. It's not time for our old bones to move. We, it's been too long, just enough for the children to temper and temper. ”

Li Wufu was silent for a while, and suddenly said:

"Five hundred years ago, a black sunflower came to the north and fell into the sea of moon sand. He has been hiding under the moon sand for five hundred years, and he has been a rat for five hundred years, and when he is exposed to the sun for the first time today, he dares to stretch out his claws to our Purple Jade Sect.

I am willing to go to the Moon Sand Sea in person, except for the revenge of my disciples.

I want to try it with my life, and ask him if he is already a baby? ”

His words were sonorous and loud, and the hall seemed quieter.

"Hahaha." An old laugh suddenly sounded in the hall, but it broke the somewhat solemn atmosphere.

The sect master stretched his waist, and some of the old faces had a smile of relief, but he no longer hung on his sleeping face, and looked at the people in the audience with a bright face:

"Lao Li, what about Yuanying, my Purple Jade Sect Wangyu Ancestor overwhelmed the demeanor of the two demon clans Yuanying Zhenjun back then, as if it was still yesterday.

Since that Xuankui has been a mouse for 500 years, with the presence of my ancestor, he has already achieved the primordial infant, and he has to continue to hide in the gutter. ”

Glancing at everyone in the field, a serious look appeared on the sect master's face for the first time:

"This matter is over, won't the other party dispatch a Foundation Realm Holy Son? You just want to end up in person, is there no one in my sect anymore? ”

Li Wufu pondered for a moment, and finally nodded.

Perhaps in order to ease the atmosphere in the field, the Sikong Hall Master smiled lightly and said:

"How can it be said that there is no one, I just saw Yu Lifeng Divine Fairy with a sword. I have asserted that my Purple Jade Sect will get another golden pill. ”

At this moment, the beautiful female figure on the golden futon in front of her suddenly chuckled.

Jin Dan spoke up and immediately attracted everyone's attention. The words in her mouth were like dropping a bomb.

"Although the talent of the gods and fairies is strong, I have recently accepted a new disciple in Yanhan Peak. Its qualifications are superb, and they are still above the gods and fairies. Within 100 years, you can enter Jindan. ”

Even if Jin Dan Zhenren said this, everyone in the hall couldn't help but talk about it. Everyone knows a little bit about the origin of the gods and fairies, so the master of Sikong Hall said that he could enter the golden pill, and everyone was not surprised.

However, in the long history of the past, the genius monks who have built a successful foundation in just a few decades are like the Qing of the River, but in the end they are unwilling to demote to the real pill, and they are persistent in seeking only the golden pill. But sitting in front of the avenue and dying in depression all his life is innumerable.

Without him, it is difficult to seek one's own way.

Therefore, when the master of Sikong Hall said that the gods and fairies could enter the golden pill, they would not add time.

Yan Han Zhenren directly concluded that within a hundred years, his disciples could enter the Golden Pill. How can she be sure that she will find her way?

But the words of real people cannot be disbelieved. Therefore, the audience was boiling for a while, and many people talked with a little interest.

After Yan Han Zhenren said this, his body intertwined with light and shadow seemed to glance at the empty golden futon next to him, and then he sat quietly and stopped making a sound.

After a short time, the deliberations gradually came to an end.

Several hall masters on the black futon retreated first, leaving only two or three people, including Li Wufu.

A short, thin-faced man in a power suit, with long hair tied behind his head with a finger-thick iron bar. There seemed to be a small piece of carbon black on his face and body that could never be erased, and seeing that the person on the black futon was almost gone, he was silent for a while, and asked the sect master:

"Sect Master, you give me a thorough understanding of Lao Chen, how many years does the ancestor have left?"

The person was Chen Moyu, the master of the Refining Hall, who had a literary name that did not match his body shape, but he didn't care about this.

The sect master seemed to be about to fall asleep again, and when he heard this, he opened an eyelid and said:

"If it weren't for Lao Chen, you asked, Lao Tzu really wanted Lao Kong to send someone to check on you."

Snorted, said:

"The ancestor is a divine bamboo who came into the world, and he lives with Yu Guo, and it is still too early for the end of his life."

When Chen Moyu heard this, he didn't say anything, just nodded, like a solid and silent farmer fighting iron man, turned around and walked out.

In the third row, the hall master on the black futon also left.

In the second row, on the white jade futon, several people stood up, and one of them, a woman in a green dress with a soft appearance, was beautiful and slightly frowned, and finally couldn't help but speak softly. The voice was gentle, as if a mother was coaxing her baby to sleep:

"Bai Shao dared to ask the sect master, how is the longevity of the ancestor?"

The woman who spoke was the hall master of the Dancao Hall, Yao Bai Peony.

The sect master's two eyes were raised, and he swept over everyone one by one before he said slowly:

"There are still 100 years left."

So several people retired.

In the end, there were only three people left in the temple.

Sect Master, and two Jin Dan.

The sect master had been napping, and the two Jin Dan didn't speak, just sitting quietly, as if they had forgotten the time.

It wasn't until the middle of the moon that the sect master shook his head, opened his sleepy eyes, as if he remembered that there were two people in front of him, smashed his mouth and said:

"You two, why are you still here, the old man still thinks you're gone."

No response.

The sect master didn't care, as if he had slept enough, and didn't squint anymore. His gaze crossed the two Jindan real Dharma bodies that had never moved, as if they were portraits, and carefully looked at the bright moonlight that came in in the half-hidden hall.

After looking at it for a long time, his face was flat, and there was no daytime laughter and scolding, or drowsiness, and he said lightly:

"The ancestor still has ten years to live."

Hearing this, the two intertwined Dharma bodies of light and shadow gradually dissipated on the white jade futon.

The sect master was the only one left in the empty hall, and he was like an ordinary old man at this time.

The moonlight in the hall was like water, and his face disappeared flatly, gradually surging with a trace of sadness.

......

But peak.

It is composed of two peaks, the left peak is like an ordinary peak, wide at the bottom and narrow at the top. On the right peak, on the contrary, the straight peaks are like pillars reaching into the sky, and above it is like a giant elliptical honeycomb more than twice as wide. Look closely, but it is a dense mountain cave eroded by the wind, ghostly axe, layer upon layer, a total of nine layers. The wind flowed through it, and there was a whimper, like music.

Legend has it that the peak is made by Jindan Zhenren but the son of the sorrowful son personally carved the mountain with great mana.

The two peaks depend on each other, like the word "but". Therefore, the left peak is also called the de-peak, and the right peak is mostly called the cross peak.

At this time, several streamers of various colors came from the northeast direction towards the peak.

Many people in the peak saw it, and they all showed excitement.

Because among them, they felt Yan Changyi's breath.

A few months ago, the demon path in Shibao Village was in turmoil, and several inner disciples all stepped forward and took on the second-level task of "killing the demon path". However, the demon path is cunning and ethereal, and many inner disciples have to withdraw from the mission halfway because of other things.

Only Yu Lifeng Yan Changyi, but Feng He Qing and a few others are still insisting.

Presumably, now it must be the way to kill the demons.