The sky cleared and the rain stopped.

All the coercion disappeared, as if it were an illusion, and only the many foundation-building monks were left gasping for breath, greedily absorbing every breath of air, and they were in shock.

The look of horror in the eyes of Princess Red Kite and General Moyu flickered away.

"Haha, Brother Peacock!"

Wednesday Yan laughed heroically, stepped forward and pulled the Peacock Demon King, very intimate: "I thought that my brother would take a nap after drinking, so I didn't call it, it's my brother's." ”

"Come on, come on, these are your juniors, accompany me today to see what materials can be made in the sect, and in the future, you can cultivate and take care of one or two, and then you and I will get drunk and rest."

He pointed to the foundation path below.

"Brother Zhou said that my heart is ......"

The Peacock Demon King was overjoyed, hooked his shoulders and sat next to Wednesday Yan.

The other side.

"The peacock is used to it, and it's the same in the demon country, so there's nothing bad about it." The Lord of the Red Flame Nation said apologetically: "Elder Taishang, don't blame it. ”

"Where does the lord of the kingdom say?"

The white-eyed old cultivator was displeased: "I don't know what Brother Peacock is like, I just like to make trouble on weekdays, where will I put it in my heart." ”

"It's the concubine who is too worried."

……

In an instant, laughter and laughter resumed in the hall, and only a few juniors were left looking at each other.

“…… I have already prepared the Golden Fruit of the Nine Tricks that I promised the lord of the country, and I will offer it with both hands when I have done a battle with the Blood Slaughter Palace. ”

The white-eyed old cultivator smiled and talked a few words, once again focused on the disciples in the main hall, and coughed lightly.

"Disciples."

"According to the instructions of the patriarch, the Nine Apertures Golden Fruit will be given to the disciples who have made great achievements in the sect and have the strongest qualifications and fighting ability."

Nine tricks bear golden fruits!

Lei Linghe, Zhou Sleepy Dragon and other foundation-building monks showed an incomparably hot light in their eyes.

This kind of spiritual creature alone can increase the probability of becoming a pill, and if you add more than a dozen rare auxiliary elixirs that the sect has collected and determined over the years, it can increase the hope of a pill!

If you can get the favor of the fairy road again,

You will be able to make great progress in mana, prolong your life for 600 years, and be among the land immortals!

"Fighting Table, Kai!"

The white-eyed old man repaired a little foot.

Dao Dao aura staggered, rumbling, four more than ten zhang size stone pillars rose from the ground, a stone platform in the center was revealed, faintly there were fluctuations in the space emanated, surrounded by the seal carved to expand the space of the rune, the inside is much larger than the outside.

"The winner of the fighting method, the ancestor of the sect will give the nine golden fruits."

"All disciples should remember that if the victory or defeat is separated, you must not deliberately hurt people, otherwise you will blame the sect for being ruthless."

The white-eyed old decay spread and glanced at everyone warningly.

"Yes!"

Many of them built a foundation in their hearts.

"That being the case, if any disciple intends to pick the Nine Apertures Golden Fruit, he will enter the Dharma Fighting Platform."

The white-eyed old man repaired his head.

Many Zhuji were silent, looking at Zhou Zhulong, Lei Linghe and others, and then glanced at the young man in Tsing Yi who was sitting upright.

My heart was suddenly depressed, and there was no movement.

If it was in previous years, there would have been countless pulls at this time, and many benefits would have been distributed.

Although the peak monk of the foundation building is strong, he is not invincible after all, and the mana will inevitably be greatly damaged under the wheel battle, and it is not difficult to be overturned by the latecomers.

Therefore, every peak foundation building monk who has the heart to compete needs to manage the wings and accommodate followers, which is also what the sect is happy to see.

But at this point, none of this seems to be of much use.

"Elder Taishang, the disciple has a question."

Zhou Zhulong gritted his teeth, knelt on his knees, and sobbed.

"Ask."

The white-eyed old cultivator was not surprised.

When it comes to the Jindan path, no foundation building peak monk will be afraid, even in the face of Jindan.

"The patriarch has a saying, those who have made great contributions to the sect compete for the golden fruit of the nine tricks."

"Since the beginning of his youth, the disciple has fought for the sect for two hundred and sixteen years, one person in the late stage of the foundation of the blood slaughter hall, and nineteen people below the middle stage of the foundation building, countless qi and demon cultivators, conscientious and conscientious, and dare not slack off."

"Not only disciples, but also many brothers and sisters who work tirelessly."

"There are countless people who died in the war, and they spared their lives for the sect, so that we can achieve the great cause of our sect in the country of Yue for 3,000 years."

Zhou Sleepy's tears flowed out, like a childish child in front of Jin Dan, and he said unwillingly: "If there is a person, since he entered the sect, he has not gone out of the mountain gate and has not made an inch, can he compete for the golden fruit left by the ancestor?" ”

"Is this fair?"

"Is it in line with the patriarch's teachings?"

His voice was like a cry, his forehead was pounding on the ground, and blood was gushing like a spring.

The other foundation-building monks were silent.

Looking back on his nearly 200 years of cultivation and fighting, as well as the many brothers and sisters who died in the fighting, he couldn't help but feel related.

"Alas, idiot......"

There was a hint of softness in the white-eyed old cultivator's eyes, but he didn't blame it.

These foundation-building monks were all raised by him from the dolls, and the credit and hard work were all in his heart.

How can there be no feelings?

However, the immortal cultivation world is cold and cruel, and this kind of emotion is useless.

Many look at one place with jealousy, resentment, or unwillingness.

Jiang Ding's expression was faint.

After the divine consciousness unfolded, and it was easy to find the Nine Heavens Ruins, the monks who had built the foundation in the past seventeen years.

There are quite a few, and there are twelve of them still alive, all of whom were monks in the early stages of foundation building.

It should be the accelerated exchange of Tsukidan caused by war and exploits.

The cold sword intent spread, and with a warning, it fell into the souls of these twelve people.

Someone turned pale.

Some people looked at Zhou Zhuolong, the pinnacle of foundation building, uneasily, and didn't dare to do anything.

Wait a moment, but there is still no one.

In the sword intent, there was some more definite killing intent, especially the disciples of the Qi training period who appeared on the battlefield of the Nine Heavens Ruins and the Blood Slaughter Palace.

I saved you once back then.

You need to repay now, or you die.

used to be the second on the list of dragons and phoenixes, 'half-ghost' Wu Makong, his body trembled, and finally couldn't help it, stood up, his heart was horizontal, and he said impassionedly:

"Do you have any military exploits?"

"Uncle Xiao was in the Nine Heavens Ruins back then, and personally killed hundreds of Blood Slaughter Hall Qi Cultivators, personally killed the three sons of Blood Slaughter, Blood, Poison Zombie, and Hundred Devils!"

"If these three sons don't die, they must have become mid-foundation building monks by now, how many deaths and injuries will the three of them cause on the battlefield?"

Many Zhuji thought about the scene where the three sons of the blood slaughter appeared on the battlefield together, and their scalps were numb.

"Besides, where did the Zhuji Dan used by your nephews and disciples come from over the years?"

Wu Ma Kongyue said, there was less uneasiness in his heart, and in the end, fortunately, regardless of the cold gaze of the foundation building peak, all the distracting thoughts were suppressed, and he said loudly: "Fighting for the sect for nearly two hundred years, killing thirteen foundation building monks, this skill is better than killing the three sons of the blood slaughter, how is it?!" ”

"Nearly two hundred years, is that all?"

Zhou Sleepy's face was blue and white, staring at Wu Makong with a murderous gaze, his lips squirming, but he couldn't say anything.

Bloody slaughter of three sons!

This is the golden pill seed carefully cultivated by the Blood Slaughter Palace, invincible in the same rank, and must become the strongest among the foundation building monks, how can it be compared to the thirteen ordinary foundation building monks?

"Not to mention!"

Wu Makong took a deep breath, smelled a glimmer of opportunity, and decided to fully approach the half-step Jindan combat power of the sect: "The first battle to obtain the Zhuji Dan used by the sect for more than 100 years, and the first war to bless the sect for more than 100 years. ”

"Such a great cause, nearly two hundred years of hard work, can it be completed?"

"This kind of ordinary person, let alone 200 years, is given 2,000 years, working hard for the sect, fighting endlessly, what can he do?"

"The Patriarch's Will."

"Talent, merit, and fighting methods are all indispensable, and our juniors should keep them in mind!"

Wu Makong looked at Elder Taishang, and Jiang Ding each bowed and slowly retreated.

"Junior, dare to insult me......"

Zhou Sleepy's killing intent skyrocketed, staring at him with a cold gaze, and transmitting his voice gloomily.

Wu Makong's body trembled, and he did not respond to his words.

"Sleepy Dragon."

"But do you still have questions?"

The white-eyed old cultivator sighed lightly and asked again.

"Elder Taishang, disciple, don't dare to have any more."

Zhou Sleepy Dragon said astringently.

His face was gloomy, as if he had been drained of his spirit, and he stood up and returned to the crowd.

same

(End of chapter)