Floating in the air, looking at the mountains that spread out around the forbidden land, the disciples in the forest flew longitudinally, the cranes in the sky were flying, and the streamers were everywhere.

On the hills everywhere, faintly visible rich spiritual light continued to erupt from the spiritual veins and spread to all sides.

He was also confined in an area by the Sanpin Sect Protector Great Array, forming an aura environment far beyond the outside world.

On several main peaks, in various spiritual fields, many spiritual creatures have already grown strongly.

Originally, many of them could not be used because the planting time was too short, but because of a spiritual energy tide, many of them had some climate, and there was no shortage of medicinal years old.

Scenes emerged in Wang Zijia's heart, and Wang Zijia showed a satisfied smile.

Wan Yuzong in ancient times should be like this!

The Demon Suppression Sect has developed like this for eight thousand years or something, and it should also have a certain climate!

Especially for a few decades, for more than two or three hundred years, there should be a third tide of spiritual energy, if you seize the last opportunity, you should be able to cultivate a lot of sacrificial wine, and real monks will come out!

All kinds of thoughts came to mind, and Wang Zijia walked around the Demon Suppression Sect, and then floated to the main peak.

"I've seen the ancestor!"

"Meet the Patriarch!"

“······”

It wasn't until Wang Zijia landed in the peak hall that many disciples reacted, and they were stunned for a moment, and immediately saluted.

Wang Zijia responded with a slight bow, and stepped into the main hall of the main peak with his own care.

In a moment, Tetra Pak came in a hurry.

Now he is mainly responsible for the overall planning, and the remaining two deputy head sects and the elder Mo Yunzi and the demon venerable Ling Yanlan are running all over the world.

"I've seen the ancestor!" Tetra Pak gave a full salute to Wang Zijia, after all, it was the first time Wang Zijia came to the main hall of the main peak.

Wang Zijia sat on the huge jade seat in the center of the main hall, nodded, and said, "How is the collection of spiritual objects after the tide now?" ”

"Ancestor, it's advancing rapidly." Tetra Pak hesitated for a moment before adding:

"However, because I have waited until now, only the core continent has not been lost, and the remaining two continents have all been lost, so the progress of collecting spiritual objects on the other two continents is almost zero."

Wang Zijia frowned and said: "Pass down the decree, disperse the action, in case of danger, there is no need to open the altar, just invite this seat directly." ”

"This seat will sit here for the moon, and the collection of spiritual objects in this continent will need to be completed for most of the rest of the month."

"Respect the Patriarch's Decree!" Tetra Pak immediately saluted.

"In addition, it will be passed on to all sects, and after a month and a half, the third forbidden area will be assembled." Wang Zijia thought for a moment, and said with a solemn face:

"This matter cannot be delayed any longer. As soon as the second aura tide passed, the upper limit of the strength of the Qinglian Realm would only slowly increase. ”

"Once promoted to the Infant God Realm, the third forbidden area may have a catastrophe, and even the risk of extinction. At that time, even if it is this seat, I am afraid that there will be nothing that can be done! ”

Hearing this, Tetra Pak suddenly raised his head and looked at Wang Zijia with a shocked face. With some confusion and confusion.

Wang Zijia explained: "The middle three realms of the fourth to sixth realms are called the three realms of the Divine Monarch. ”

"The reason why it has such a title is because at this stage, Shinto is the strongest of all the ways."

"That third forbidden area is obviously a forbidden area for gods. In a small world like Qinglian, once it explodes, the destruction of the world is just idleness. ”

"I am telling you this because I hope that when you preach the decree of the Fa, you will tell all the factions about the dangers, understand the power of it, and be less likely to touch the fish."

Tetra Pak slightly retracted his mind for a moment, and then said respectfully: "The disciple knows, and when the time comes, he will definitely mobilize all factions in the world and gather outside the third forbidden area." ”

Wang Zijia nodded and said: "It's okay to spread it to the high-level, it's useless to tell the bottom about this kind of thing, and it's easy to cause panic, but it's not good." ”

"Disciple understands!" Tetra Pak replied.

Seeing this, Wang Zijia waved his hand and sent the guest off: "Go down, this seat is waiting for all parties to play." ”

"Yes!" Tetra Pak heard this, saluted again, and hurriedly retreated.

Wang Zijia sat cross-legged in the main hall.

In this way, Wang Zijia either sealed a few techniques into books every day, or made two jade talismans, or asked his disciples to play, or sent doppelgangers, or went to rescue in person with multiple purposes.

However, in January, Wang Zijia quickly became familiar with the changes in his strength.

Because of the feeling of self-expansion and discomfort brought about by the rapid improvement of strength, it quickly subsided.

In addition, there is a steady stream of spiritual objects that have been brought into the door, and various demon corpses have also been sent back one after another.

After extracting the value degree, the five ghosts of the real human realm plus the sky-devouring toad that kept catching up, the corpses were no longer piled up.

Even because the volume of the Holy Land is not enough and there are not many people, even if the whole sect is dispatched, it will not be able to stuff the stomach of the five ghosts and one Gu.

As for the Hyakmu Meat Field, which was carried back by the five ghosts, he could only stand aside for the time being.

········

Time flashed, it was a month and a half.

With the overtime of various sects and factions, the collection of spiritual objects in the central continent inhabited by the human race has gradually come to an end.

At least because of the aura tide, most of the high-end goods above the second grade were in the bag.

In fact, there is not much, at least not much for Wang Zijia.

Distributed to the Qinglian Realm, where the wine sacrifice monks now have a population of more than 10,000 people, the resources are even more tight.

On this day, the periphery of the Third Forbidden Land.

The various members gathered in a town that had been evacuated.

In the huge square, there are thousands of people. Almost all of them were sacrificial wine.

In the past ten years, the Qinglian cultivation world has developed very rapidly. From the original only more than 1,000 sacrificial wines, it has increased more than tenfold in ten years.

Among them, the disciples of the Holy Land accounted for more than half.

Most of the remaining ones are scattered among the major and large sects on the mainland, and even more disciples in the childhood stage have emerged.

From tens of thousands at the beginning, it has changed to hundreds of thousands today.

A small sect, a patriarch of the sacrificial wine realm, with hundreds of children to practice.

In most sects, a few sacrificial wine elders led the growth of thousands of disciples.

The fundamental reason for this is in addition to the immortal venerable transmission of the Dharma, the wide opening of the immortal road, and the popularization of cultivation knowledge. is also because under the tide of aura, there are too many people who have epiphany.

"Old man Bai, didn't you say some time ago that you were going to merge the sect into the Holy Land, why are you still messing with us bitter haha?"

"Hey, I thought I didn't want to, but it's a pity that the times are different!"

"What? The Demon Suppression Holy Land doesn't even want to merge the sect now? ”

"Do you still think that more than ten years ago, the three holy lands had just merged with the sect and were in ruins?"

"Actually, it's not that you don't want to, it's just that you can simply merge the sect and break up and reorganize. If you want to retain the organizational structure, it is a bit unqualified to count as a new pulse. In the end, I thought about it for a while, so let's live like this! ”

"Alas, speaking of which, the Baiyun Temple that Old Man Liu made at the beginning was similar to ours, you look at others, they are already the vein master of one of the hundred and three veins of demon suppression."

"But no, back then, many small sects that I couldn't look down on were merged into the Holy Land in time, and now they have dominated one side, it's really unwilling!"

"What's the way to do this, with Immortal Venerable in charge, listen to the sermon all the time, this epiphany, can you not take off!"

"Immortal Venerable······ It is worthy of being the Daozi of the Upper Realm, and the hundreds of people in the lower realm in the first few times are not as good as the Immortal Venerable! ”

"Have you seen other Nether True Immortals?"

"What kind of true immortal, last time I saw two immortals in the lower realm, almost all of them were in the childhood stage. Unlike Immortal Venerable, they don't know the specific cultivation. ”

"Immortal Venerable should be a real person cultivator!"

"I don't look like it, it's just that now our Qinglian Realm is restricted, and we can only exert the strength of real people."

"I don't look like it, I have also been fortunate to see the Demon Venerable and the newly promoted Moyun Zhenren, and there is no such unrivaled posture as the Immortal Venerable."

“······”

Because the sect is far away from here, there are early and late arrivals, the earliest arrived yesterday, and the latest has not arrived.

On the huge deserted square, at this moment, thousands of sacrificial wine monks who could dominate one side of the Qinglian Realm gathered, discussing and waiting with people they knew well.

During this process, there were sects that hurried from time to time.

This bustle lasted until noon. Most of the sects with known wine sacrifice monks in the door have already arrived.

"Tweet !!"

While everyone was waiting, a phoenix roared throughout the nine heavens.

Everyone looked up in unison, only to see that above the nine heavens, a huge firebird with a wingspan of at least tens of meters pierced through the clouds and flew downward.

The firebird is fiery red all over, and its feathers are as brilliant as the sunset, shining with colorful golden light in the sun.

The head is crowned with a spiritual crown, and the tail is supported by three tail feathers more than ten meters long, just like the legendary mythical bird Phoenix.

On the back of the firebird, there are several people standing at this moment, and the head is a handsome man who is not like a mortal at all.

It was the Upper Realm Immortal Venerable.

Beside him was Mo Yunzi, the only elder of the Demon Suppression Sect and the only true monk in this realm.

A little further back, it is the three deputy heads of the sect, the holy lords of the three holy lands.

Behind the firebird, there is a huge paper house palace, which is the travel method of the former mourning hall Yizhuang Palace Holy Land.

After merging into the Demon Suppression Sect, this magic drive was cultivated several times by the digital device cultivation force, and an unknown number of spiritual materials were invested. There is already a vague posture of becoming a three-grade spiritual weapon.

At this moment, the palace is no longer densely packed with various paper figures, but four paper puppets from the hands of Xianzun who are like living people, with wisdom and comparable to real people.

For various reasons, this paper house palace has become one of the magic weapons of the Demon Suppression Sect, representing the card of the Demon Suppression Sect.

"Meet the Immortal Venerable!"

"I've seen Immortal Venerable!"

“······”

When the firebird flew over the crowd and hovered, everyone saluted in unison.

Wang Zijia stood on the back of the Spirit Fire Sparrow, with his hands behind his back, the wind blew his hair and robe continuously, looking at the thousands of disciples below who saw the ceremony, in the backdrop of the colorful halo of the Spirit Fire Sparrow, a momentum of domination over the world, and the momentum of self-respect was born from his body.

Temperament, in a certain environment, can really be raised.

(End of chapter)