Biyou Palace in the East China Sea, the ancestral court of Guangjiao in the past.

Even if the Ten Thousand Immortal Sect Ancestor had already died, and this place had been deserted for a long time, it was still difficult to hide its scenery. The autumn water is long and the sky is the same color, and the haze is beautiful.

In the heyday of Guangjiao in the past, Biyou Palace was known as the Ten Thousand Immortals to the Dynasty.

And today, the disciples of the Human Sect, the Pure Sect, and the Immortal Sect have all arrived, but they have reproduced the grand occasion of the past, and the black pressure has pressed down on the crowd, and the qi machine has almost dispersed the clouds.

It's just that compared with this huge momentum, many people's hearts are inevitably frightened.

"Did you hear that?"

"Archmage Xuandu is dead!"

"It's in the quicksand river, it is said that it is to ambush the Taoist in the jade capital city a few days ago. It was a variable, and the Lamplighter was also seriously injured by him. ”

"How so?"

"I have also seen the variable martial arts cultivation, the combat power is extraordinary, invincible in the same realm, and it is completely possible to fight against us. It's just that he doesn't understand the Great Dao, he has no force, but he can't live long, and the most powerful one is said to be only five hundred years, which is not as good as a fraction of us immortals. ”

"Hey, that's a bunch of vulgar martial artists!"

"But people's fists are hard, what can I do? How many thousands of years has the Grand Master of Xuandu practiced so far? It's not that someone has been beaten to death. ”

"Hateful!"

The disciples were secretly communicating, all of them looking indignant, but in the indignation, they were inevitably frightened, and even their voices were deliberately lowered.

After all, the Patriarch has the ability to be a well-known governor.

In heaven and earth, as long as someone shouts the title of the Patriarch, the Patriarch will feel it.

And the one who killed the Xuandu Grand Master is obviously more powerful than the quasi-saint, even if he doesn't have this ability, it's almost the same, so it's better to be cautious.

Among the disciples of the three sects, there are very many people who know Chu Luren, but few people know Chu Luren's real name, but they can't always be called "that person", so soon, the name of Chu Luren among the disciples has a qualitative character, and everyone invariably calls it:

"Yujing Dao people."

"If you want me to say, anyway, we will live for a long time, what are we doing with the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference so early, just put it in a thousand years and boil that Yujing Dao person to death."

"When the time comes, we will hold a meeting of ten thousand immortals on his grave, and he will have no problem."

"Isn't that happy?"

Among the disciples of the three sects, there is also this kind of great wisdom, and the suggestions put forward are ridiculous at first sight, but the more I think about it, the more I feel that it is actually quite reasonable.

"Silence!"

Finally, seeing that the discussion was getting louder and louder, I saw a middle-aged Taoist stride out and stop the conversation of these disciples, but it was a kind old man, with a bare head, a pair of white eyebrows almost the same length as a beard, looking old, and falling down when the wind blew.

However, after seeing the old man, the discussion among the disciples suddenly came to an abrupt end.

The reason is simple.

"I've seen the immortals."

I saw that everyone bowed down one after another to show respect for the old man. It is not to respect the age and seniority of the elderly, but to respect the cultivation realm of the elderly.

Antarctic immortals.

Among the cultivators in the world, the oldest immortal other than the Sect Ancestor was so old that his face could no longer even maintain the appearance of youth.

There have long been rumors among the immortals that if it weren't for the fact that the positions of the ancestors were all fixed, and the Dao Fruits already had their own masters, the Antarctic Immortal Weng was very likely to become the new Sect Ancestor.

At the same time, after seeing the Antarctic Immortal Weng suppress the scene, he leaned on crutches, looked at the endless waves outside the Biyou Palace, and shook his head:

"Your guest has arrived, you can't let him see the joke."

Guest?

Who!?

As soon as the Antarctic Immortal Weng said this, many people were stunned, and even reacted suddenly, and almost immediately looked at the sea along the Antarctic Immortal.

Soon, a shadow appeared on the sea.

As thin as an ant, looming.

However, with each blink of an eye, the shadow grew bigger and bigger. It can be seen that the speed of people coming is even faster than many people imagined.

"Bang la la"

The tide rises and falls, and finally, the figure of the person who came officially came into everyone's eyes, but it was a handsome young man with rich gods and jade bones, treading the waves under his feet, and as he gradually approached the Biyou Palace, many knowledgeable disciples were slightly changing their complexions, because they found out. The sky has changed.

Biyou Palace is located in the center of Lingxiu in the East China Sea, the clock of heaven and earth.

Originally, many fortunes and visions of heaven and earth were centered on Biyou Palace, if not, Biyou Palace would not have been able to serve as an ancestor dojo in the past.

However, with the advent of youth.

It was as if the Biyou Palace had suddenly changed from a color photo to a black and white photo. The love of heaven and earth has shifted to the young people outside the island.

Obviously, there is only one young man, and the number of these disciples exceeds 10,000.

But at this moment, in the face of the young man's gaze, almost all the disciples of the Three Sects had an inexplicable thought: in heaven and in the world, they are all enemies in the world.

"Call young man, don't sneak up on me, an old man."

In the next second, I saw that the Antarctic Immortal's expression changed, and he immediately made a thunderous sound, which instantly shook the atmosphere and artistic conception of "the enemy of the world" in the dark.

"I'm sorry if I hurt my senior."

Seeing this scene, Chu Luren spread his hands and said helplessly: "I have tried my best to suppress it, but the intensity of the suppression is really difficult to control." ”

“.”

Chu Luren's words were careless, but the contempt in his tone was unmistakable, and many of the disciples of the Three Sects turned red on the spot after hearing this.

"Silence!"

It was the roar of the Antarctic Immortal again, and he suppressed all the disciples. Immediately afterwards, I saw the Antarctic Immortal Weng turn his eyes and continued: "Let Daoist friends smile." ”

Just kidding, the Antarctic fairy is not panicked at all. He's a member of the Immortal Sect. And his own godfather, Yuxu Tianzun has reached an agreement with Chu Luren to cooperate. Everyone is a friend rather than an enemy, it is better to say that it is good to enjoy the shade under the big tree, so the Antarctic fairy Weng is ready to lie down and win.

"In the Great Zhou Imperial Court, is there only one Daoyou?"

"That's enough."

Chu Luren's expression was calm, he had communicated with the empress, and he did not let Yue Weiyang and the others come over. Rather, they have more important things.

However, such a style has attracted the angry eyes of many people.

But that's about it.

Xuandu Archmage Zhuyu is in front, and none of the people present are fools, so it is naturally impossible for him to come out and come forward, otherwise he will really die if he tries it.

And yet at this moment-——

"Fellow Daoist, it's really extraordinary."

Finally, an old man walked out of the crowd, at first glance it was no different from ordinary people, but after a closer look, he found that there was a strange aura lingering around him.

Such as heaven and earth.

It seems to be a good turnaround.

"Ancestor incarnation?" Chu Luren raised his eyebrows.

"Poor road, too old man." The old man saluted Chu Luren: "Daoist friends are extraordinary, if you don't do this, I'm afraid you won't be able to stop Daoyou." ”

Chu Luren's eyes bloomed, and the old man did not deliberately hide it, so he quickly saw the root of the old man: "Sect Ancestor incarnation, the stronger the host, the stronger the incarnation Before in the quicksand river, I beat the Xuandu Archmage into a blood mist, but it seems that it was used by you." ”

Taishang Laojun is the embodiment of Wuwei Taoist.

And the host of the incarnation is the Xuandu Grand Master, a quasi-saint.

The previous Mandala Patriarch, the host Jiang Lie was only a merger, at most comparable to the immortals, so his strength was limited. However, Taishang Laojun is different.

The slightest sense of crisis was like a needle prick, which made Chu Luren's skin tingle a little.

Almost at the same time, there was a single person in the Pure Sect.

I saw that the person's treasure was solemn, his expression was serious, and there was a circle of Buddha light hanging high behind him, which was nine colors, which made people kneel and worship at a glance.

Another incarnation of the Patriarch.

And the host of this one incarnation is .

"Lighting the lamp?"

"Good."

Hearing this, the visitor smiled slightly: "Burning the lamp is the Buddha of the past, and I came out of the body of the lamp because now the Buddha and Taoist friends can call me the Buddha." ”

Two incarnations of the Patriarch who are hosts to quasi-saints.

Obviously, this is what Yuxu Tianzun said, the means used by the Wuwei Daoist and the True Saint of Full Wish to deal with Chu Luren's over-specification "BUG".

It's just—

"After pouring so much effort into refining the clone, aren't you afraid of putting the cart before the horse? If the battle of the Patriarch is lost, what is the use of the clone no matter how powerful it is? ”

"Huh."

Before Chu Luren's words fell, Taishang Laojun and the Buddha showed a smile like looking at the turtle: "It's just an incarnation, it has an impact on the body, but not much. ”

"I want to use this to make me lose in the battle of the Patriarch, unless there is another Patriarch."

"However, Daoist friends don't know that the Dao fruit between heaven and earth is a fixed number, so the number of sect ancestors is only so much, this assumption is not valid."

As soon as these words came out, many disciples in the Biyou Palace also smiled.

"It's just a vulgar martial artist, no knowledge."

"The methods of the godson are not something he can understand."

"That is, one more godfather? What are you kidding, if one more godfather can come out of thin air, I will be on the spot! Just eat this Biyou Palace! ”

"Boom !!"

In the next second, a loud sound that filled the world sounded in everyone's hearts. In an instant, a picture flashed in everyone's eyes.

It was a sea of blood.

In the boundless sea of blood, a petite figure slowly climbed up, with a little dazed on her face, but her qi machine penetrated the sky in an instant.

It's -

"Sermon!?"

In the crowd, the Antarctic Immortal Weng was the first to hold back, and he originally stroked his beard and smiled, plucked a few beards on the spot, and looked at the sea of blood in amazement.

In the dream world, the cultivation of people in reality depends on their own realm.

Ye Shengge, relive a lifetime.

Although cultivation does not exist, the realm is still there.

And the realm of her previous life was the fruit of the Dao. (See Chapter 2 for details)

(End of chapter)