"After six hundred years of development, the Taichu Immortal Sect has basically not changed much, which is unreasonable for the world's first orthodox inheritance of the Immortal Cultivation Sect. After jumping out of sight, Zhixin'er did find a lot of unreasonableness, although what her mother said was that the sect did not mean to expand outward, but with this statement alone, it was obvious that she could not be convinced.

As a sect, whether it is an elder or a disciple, if you want to improve your cultivation, you need to consume resources, and if you don't expand outward, where will the resources come from?

After returning to the residence, Zhixin'er saw Zhimo sitting on the stone platform at the door in a daze.

For the sect, Zhimo is undoubtedly an even better genius than Zhixin'er, with a deep background and talent, and he has become the core of the sect at a young age.

"What are you hiding?"

Zhimo looked into the distance, he didn't know what he was thinking in his head, and he didn't notice Zhixin'er's arrival.

"Did you notice it too?" Zhi Xin'er asked, she felt that she needed to have a good talk with her younger brother, about the Taichu Immortal Sect, about her mother, and about that Grandpa Xue.

The voice startled Zhimo, and after seeing that the person who came was the elder sister Zhixin'er, Zhimo breathed a sigh of relief.

"When did you come back?"

When he grew up, Zhimo's personality has changed a lot, and he doesn't stick to his sister Zhixin'er like he did when he was a child.

"Just came back. ”

Zhixin'er sat next to her younger brother Zhimo.

"What did you find?"

It seemed like casual chatting, but Zhixin'er knew that her younger brother Zhimo must have noticed something, otherwise he wouldn't have shown such an expression.

Knowing what he said, he was silent.

"Something to do with Grandpa Xue?"

"I don't know. ”

Zhimo shook his head.

"Hu Gou'er is dead, and the last time I saw him was seven days ago, in Taichu City under the mountain. ”

Hu Gou'er was the little beggar who participated in the entrance assessment with Zhimo, and he was also one of Zhimo's few friends, Hu Gou'er's death made him involuntarily think of the letter he received not long ago, the letter from his father who had never met him.

"Didn't find the killer?"

"I couldn't find it, I used all means to find this only on the spot. ”

Zhimo took out a brush from his sleeve and handed it to Zhixin'er. Both of them are the third generation of immortals of Taichu Xianmen, naturally they have seen this brush, and they heard their mother know how to paint that Xue Zhenren had been a painter in Suzhou Mansion for a long time before founding the sect, and this brush was given to him by his mother.

"Maybe I have a solution. ”

Zhi Xin'er thought of her Taoist companion, although her cultivation is not very good, but she knows a lot, and she is proficient in everything. As she spoke, she took out a jade talisman from her sleeve, and after striking it twice, a message instantly rose into the air and disappeared into nothingness. After a while, the same streamer flowed back from the void,

"Come over tomorrow, and then we will know the real murderer. ”

Zhi Xin'er tapped her hand on the jade talisman and spoke.

Jade talisman arraignment?

Zhimo glanced at the jade talisman on his sister's wrist with some curiosity, but did not ask, but nodded, indicating that he understood.

Night.

White Jade Building.

Zuo Meng stood on the top of the white jade tower, the breath of the person on his body was getting weaker and weaker, so many years have passed, the divinity of the creator in his body has become stronger and stronger, although it is still hidden in the body of 'Xue Chuan', but the essence has been very different, it is close to awakening, Zuo Meng, who is really integrated into this era, can clearly feel that he can get more feedback from this era, far beyond the two eras harvested before.

"Let's get started. ”

Zuo Meng's hand stroked from above the law, gently.

Moisturizing things silently.

This is the method he learned in this era, and he doesn't know how much more clever than the means of destroying the world in the previous two eras.

An invisible force was integrated into the law, rapidly advancing the final great change that had been left for nearly a hundred years, and at the same time, a little invisible spirituality began to merge into Zuo Meng's body, the body of the Creator, rather than the shell of 'Xue Chuan'.

Inside the Primal Immortal Gate.

Sitting on the Forgotten Peak, a young disciple yawned and came out to find something to eat.

Not everyone in the Taichu Immortal Sect can open the valley, some beginner disciples, those with poor qualifications can't open the valley, they are similar to ordinary people, they have practiced some internal skills to strengthen their bodies, but they still need to eat and sleep.

"What is this?"

The young disciple found a steamed bun in the kitchen, and just took two bites, when he found that there was a black mass on the stove next to him.

The size of a palm, and it doesn't move.

The moonlight on it couldn't show its original appearance.

The young disciple was a little curious, and remembered the adventures that the storyteller had told him, and his heart was hot, and he reached out to probe it.

As soon as his hand touched, the young disciple sensed that something was wrong, and his hand went straight through the black shadow, as if he had penetrated into another space, and then a powerful suction force came from the opposite side of the black shadow.

"Save ......"

The young disciple instinctively felt that something was wrong, and just wanted to call for help, he was violently pulled by the suction force on the opposite side, and such a big adult was swallowed up by the black shadow with a 'whoosh'. The dark shadow shook twice in the distance, then slowly faded away.

Almost at the same time, the Taichu Immortal Gate, the Great Chu, the Extraterritorial Barbarians, the Demon Domain, and even the nest of the golden ants all appeared with black strange shadows, and all those who touched the black shadows were all devoured without exception.

Blessed land cave days.

Zuo Meng stood on the top of the White Jade Tower, thousands of spirits integrated into his body, all of which were living beings, hundreds of millions of living beings. After integrating into this era for so long, Zuo Meng finally came to the last step, and all those who had studied his exercises became the objects of his harvest. Just like the name of the demon monk in Tianhan Temple back then, what is even more tragic is that the demon monk name tried his best to see Zuo Meng's true body before he died, and these people didn't even know how they died.

Dense points of light, along with these spiritual integrations, Zuo Meng's breath became more and more ethereal, and there were some different things on his body.

the precipitation of the years;

Human nature;

It's more of apathy.

This harvest surpassed the past, and made Zuo Meng understand a truth, no matter how strong a person's efforts are, there is a limit, but the efforts of a world will become infinite!

Early the next morning.

Zhimo pushed open door after door.

The inside of the gate was empty, empty, this was already the ninth outer gate peak that Zhimo had found, and all the disciples of the Primal Immortal Sect had evaporated out of thin air like air.

"What about people, what the hell is going on!"

The great change came so suddenly, the previously lively Outer Gate Peak, after looking for the tenth peak, Zhimo decisively gave up continuing the search, but flew to the area where the inner gate was located, and the people in the inner gate were also less than half, but the strange thing was that the remaining people didn't seem to notice the few people at all, and they still practiced as usual, living exactly the same life as yesterday.