The people who came were two foundation-building monks, and the Flying Dragons Gang had invested enough money to catch her.

In order to escape, Chu Yu used a long-cherished broken talisman treasure.

This rune treasure can only be used once, and it is comparable to the full force of a false Dan monk.

Chu Yu seriously injured one person, so he got a chance to escape.

She struggled to deal with another person with her hole cards and died in the world.

It seems that after embarking on the path of cultivation, she has been on the run.

But Chu Yu is used to it.

She was at the tenth level of Qi refining, and after running for less than a day, she was forced into a dead end by the Zhuji Monk.

When all thoughts were lost, Chu Yu met the later master for the first time.

This is a woman who looks similar to her age on the outside, with willow eyebrows and starry eyes, foggy sideburns, and a dark gauze skirt swaying in the wind.

She happened to pass by, and with the snow, it fell from the sky. With just a wave of his hand, the foundation monk turned into powder.

"Finally I found a good seedling." The woman said lightly to Chu Yu: "Two years later, the Tianyin Ascension Immortal Conference, if there is a fate, you and I will meet each other." ”

The woman left her words and drifted away.

Chu Yu has been practicing for six years, and today I know that he is a dark spirit root that he has not encountered in a hundred years.

——

The Tianyin Ascension Conference also has a nickname in the cultivation world, called the Demon Ascension Conference.

This meeting is held every ten years, and it is specially established for the world's scattered cultivation, and 10,000 people compete for the law and take those who are in the forefront to enter the sect.

There is an additional reward for the top three, Tsukidan.

On the stage, a female cultivator wearing a strong suit and a black veil on her face attracted special attention.

Compared to ordinary casual cultivation, she seems to have countless means. Sometimes the talismans are frequent, sometimes the spells are continuous, the shots are ruthless, and they are either dead or injured, which is unpredictable.

This is a twenty-three-year-old Chu Yu, refining qi perfectly.

After fighting in the Northern Regions for several years, fighting with people and beasts, and growing up from battles, she is no longer the ignorant girl who is just starting out.

She became the dark horse of that demon ascension conference, and tried her best to win the top three with a strange Taoism.

It was also from this time that the name of "ghost fairy" began to spread in the northern domain.

After the meeting, she saw the woman who had saved her again.

Only then did Chu Yu know that the woman was actually the Heavenly Yin Ancestor, a Yuanying monk at the peak of the cultivation world.

The ancestor accepted her as his own inheritance, took her to his residence, and taught her the "Netherworld Technique", which was more suitable for the cultivation of the dark spirit root.

Looking at the small bed that belonged to him in the cave, Chu Yu's eyes were hazy with tears.

It was the first time since the death of the last Master that she wept.

Not because of sadness, but joy.

After eight years of practice, she finally has a place to stay.

——

After moving into the cave, she chose to retreat at the suggestion of her ancestors.

Chu Yu successfully built the foundation, which was not difficult for her, everything was accumulated.

Chu Yu, who was out of the customs, met Senior Sister Bai for the first time.

The white-haired woman brought her new clothes and ritual weapons, and took her on a tour of the sect.

They flew over the majestic main hall, the magnificent scripture pavilion, the misty holy place, and the crowding peaks......

Everywhere she went, someone smiled and saluted her, commensurate with her seniority.

Chu Yu has just arrived, and he is still a little uncomfortable.

Seeing so much deceit in the world, she couldn't believe that monks could interact with each other so plainly.

It turns out that when monks meet, it doesn't necessarily have to be life-and-death, fighting, killing.

Under the guidance of her senior sister, she got to know many people.

For the Tianyin Sect, she felt at home for the first time.

——

On the snowfield, the demonic aura is monstrous, and the beast tide is surging.

Fengyuan Northern Region, a rare monster frenzy in a century.

This chaos swept all directions, whether it was a small faction in the mountains or a large sect in the high gates, they were all dragged into this unwarranted disaster, and no one was spared.

Under a cliff, a group of twenty disciples of the Tianyin Sect fought fiercely with the demon beasts.

In the center of the crowd, a beautiful and dusty woman was calm and calm, and with a wave of her hand, there was a lot of spiritual light in the sky.

This is a thirty-three-year-old Chu rumor, in the late stage of foundation building.

Because she swallowed the Dingyan Pill, her appearance stayed at the age of twenty-three.

"Senior Sister Chu! There are too many monsters in this batch, I'm afraid we won't be able to resist it! ”

"You go first! I'll break it off! ”

Chu Yu's figure flashed, and she jumped in front of everyone, and with a wave of her big hand, heavy ghost shadows floated on the ground, separating her from the rest of the people.

"Senior sister!" Some people have red eyes and tearing eyes.

"Why don't you go quickly? Don't you think you're long-lived? ”

She is already the best among her peers, and she is famous for her ghost law, and no one in her class dares to mess with her.

At this time, she can no longer rely on others, but become the support of others.

——

When the beast tide calmed down, Chu Yu had not yet breathed a sigh of relief, and bad news came from the sect.

The master passed away.

It's not that he died in a fight, but that his life was over.

The sect held a grand funeral for it.

Chu Yu and Bai Yue saw the two of them standing in front of the master's coffin, silent.

Shizun's time is short, and Chu Yu has long known it, which is why she is in a hurry to find more heirs.

It's just that Chu Yu didn't expect this day to come so soon.

Without the master, there are only two Yuanying monks left in the sect, so you can imagine what kind of turmoil will occur.

"Senior sister, I want to retreat and get married." Bai Yuejian's attitude was resolute, "Although this retreat is nine deaths, I have to fight once......"

As the personal inheritance of the master, Bai Yuejian in the later period of Jindan must support the beam.

"Senior sister, I understand." Chu Yu forced a smile, "Don't worry, I won't make trouble for you." ”

"What are your plans?"

"I'm going to travel. You've worked so hard, how can I not fight hard? ”

The two future Tianjiao looked at each other and smiled.

——

Above the high mountains, dark clouds and thunder sounded.

The black-pressed crowd surrounded the mountain peaks and stood out of thin air, and those were the enemies who chased and killed Chu Yu here.

"Slut, return the ancient spirit plant of this seat!"

"Chu Ye! The deity shouted three numbers, if you don't come out, I will lead someone to level your mountain! ”

"Zihuang Sword, such an anti-heaven magic weapon, how can you control it with a loose cultivation like yours! Don't hand it over to the old man yet! ”

These monks are densely packed, or they step on fierce beasts, or hold magic weapons in their hands, and each of them is fierce and evil.

They have ghosts in their hearts, and they are all thinking of killing people and seizing treasures.

"Hahahaha, if you want something, then come and grab it!"

"Chu Ye" laughed loudly, turned into a purple glow, and burst out of the air.

In the wind and rain, the clothes are fluttering, and the long hair is fluttering.

One man and one sword, standing on the top of the mountain, without fear.

The purple sword shines on the women, and the sassy victory is over the meteor.

This is the Chu rumor of the Jindan period.

Confident, flamboyant, arrogant.

Even if there were 10,000 people in front of her, she dared to single-handedly fight a sonorous avenue.

Mo Dao Fan Dai has no British color, who said that women are not as good as men!

"The Zihuang Sword is my ——!" A monk suddenly stretched out his claws and grabbed Chu Yu.

With his move, the rest of the cultivators finally couldn't hold back and made a decisive move.

The aura is surging, and the heavens and the earth change color.

A Jindan battle that is enough to go down in the history of Fengyuan kicked off.

(End of chapter)