Zhang Lingruo glanced at Liu Yuxuan, who was still indignant, turned his head to look at Zhao Changhe, and said with a smile: "Hanshui Yuanjun was born in casual cultivation, he was poor when he was a child, but he happened to get the help of demons, so after he became enlightened, he not only took extraordinary care of loose cultivation, but also sheltered a lot of monsters in the swamp river system, and his 'Hanshui Dojo' is also located in the tributaries of the Shaojiang River, where there are many creatures of various races living and practicing all year round. ”

"These are well-known things, you ......" Liu Yuxuan didn't finish speaking, he was swept by Zhao Changhe's cold gaze, closed his mouth in a sneer, and retreated to the back.

The red lips opened slightly, and Zhang Lingruo continued: "However, Hanshui Yuanjun also has an inner mansion, called Datong Water Mansion, but few people know it. It means that it is hoped that whether it is a monster or a ghost, a human race, a demon race, a large or small sect, or a scattered cultivation family, they can all coexist peacefully and the world will be the same. ”

"How is this possible? How did this Lord Yuanjun reach such a profound realm and still have such naïve thoughts?" Zhao Changhe's face changed slightly, and he spoke in surprise.

"What this Lord thinks, let's not speculate for the time being, but since it is confirmed that it is this Lord Hanshui Yuanjun, then this inheritance hall will not be as simple as imagined. Zhang Lingruo looked at the huge golden-red hall and said softly.

The whistling sound in the sky continued to sound, and many lights fell here one after another, and various forces gathered more and more. However, in just two days, the disciples of five large sects gathered here, as well as countless scattered cultivators and small sects of the family, etc., there were thousands of people.

A huge demon cloud came from afar, covering the sky and the sun, and bursts of roaring sounds came down, and countless eyes looked up.

"Wa Emperor Ancient Sect!"

"People of the Demon Clan!"

There were bursts of discussion, but no one dared to show a strange look, whether it was five large sects, or countless small sects and small families, as well as many scattered cultivators, they all showed a slight look of respect on their faces.

The Wahuang Ancient Sect and the Shangqing Holy Sect are the two major overlord sects in the Shanshan realm, dominating millions of miles of territory, majestic and majestic, and no one dares to have the slightest disrespect.

The demon cloud fell, and the figures of more than ten disciples of the Wahuang Ancient Sect with snake tails appeared, led by a young man in red, with an extremely handsome face and a cold expression, he glanced at the golden-red hall and did not speak.

"The Demon Sound Sect, the Poyue Sword Sect, the Linghua Sect, as well as the Daji Temple and the Bliss Zhai, several large sects on the edge of the Shanshan Realm, you are all here. A white-haired young man behind the red-clothed young man glanced at the five large sects that had arrived, and said with a smile.

The many disciples of these large sects, no matter what dirt they had with each other before, all stepped forward and saluted in unison at this moment: "I have seen Senior Brother Hongzhao, I have seen Senior Brother Yan Wuji. ”

The young man in red was noncommittal, but kept looking at the hall, not knowing what he was thinking.

The white-haired young man Yan Wuji waved his hand lightly and said, "Don't be polite, this place is all people from my Shanshan realm, so there are not so many rules." Yuanjun inherits, and those who are destined can get it, and anyone can enter it. ”

As a disciple of Tianjiao of the Wahuang Ancient Sect, Yan Wuji didn't attach much importance to this Yuanjun inheritance, but he had other important matters with Hong Zhao and others.

When the disciples of the five major sects heard this, their faces changed slightly, but they didn't dare to say anything, but they just whispered.

Those scattered cultivators were overjoyed, and their eyes gradually became hot as they looked at the golden-red hall.

Although this place is the junction of the Shanshan Boundary and the Heyin Boundary, there are almost no forces in the Heyin Boundary, and the shore on one side of the Heyin Realm is extremely desolate, and almost all the forces gathered here are located within the Shanshan Boundary.

There are also many large sects that are farther away, but there are no disciples here at all, it is just a inheritance of the Yuan Shen Realm, and it is not enough to make a big move.

Even if these disciples have come here, most of them are just holding the purpose of training, and the only ones who really come for the inheritance of this Yuanjun are probably only those who are scattered cultivators and small families and small sects.

"Wuji, this Datong Water Mansion is the inner mansion of Hanshui Yuanjun's dojo. Hong Zhao retracted his gaze and spoke softly.

"Oh, Hanshui Yuanjun, is that fool who compares demons to demon clans?" Yan Wuji's words showed not the slightest respect for this half-step distraction realm power.

Hanshui Yuanjun is also extremely famous in the Wahuang Ancient Sect, but because his idea of enlightenment is too much to defile the demon clan of the Wahuang Ancient Sect.

The demon clan was passed down with the bloodline of supreme power before the unknown years, and the body is different from the human race, and it is a race of its own. Within the Shanshan realm alone, there are the human body snake-tailed demon clan of the Wahuang Ancient Sect, and the six-tailed fox demon clan of the large sect Daji Temple.

Monsters are all non-humanoid creatures, formed by penance and incarnation, with a low status, and few monsters can cultivate to the depths of the mystical law, and ordinary monsters often fall into the prey of the two clans.

And the demon clan hates others the most to compare it with monsters, and this Hanshui Yuanjun just hit the tip of the knife. As the overlord sect, although the Wahuang Ancient Sect rarely does things to bully the small because of his face, there was also a master of the distraction realm who came with anger, wanting to capture and suppress the Hanshui Yuanjun.

Later, it was said that after the distraction of the Heavenly Monarch and the Hanshui Yuanjun had a discussion, he did not make a move, but retreated silently, and passed down the order, and the disciples of the Wahuang Ancient Sect passed by the Hanshui Dojo from now on, and they all had to stay away.

Hong Zhao frowned and said, "Your words are so vulgar at the moment, what's the difference between you and him?"

Yan Wuji raised his eyebrows slightly, but he didn't answer again, but turned his head to look at the distant sky, with a hint of amusement in his eyes, and said: "Shangqing Holy Sect has come to several waves of disciples, and our Shanshan realm, except for the last Shanshan Festival, has not been so lively for a long time. ”

The rest of the people all felt a slight vibration in the air, and they all raised their eyes to look.

A huge silver-white carriage, pulled by four snow-white spirit beasts, brought up dazzling light rays, and countless silver-white points of light escaped, falling from the sky.

Several of them slowly walked out of the white carriage, and the first one was a young man in white, with an endless furious look in his eyes.

Hong Zhao tilted his head slightly, glanced at him, and in an instant, countless electric lights exploded around, and in the swamp tributary behind the golden-red hall, the rushing river water rose dozens of waves more than ten zhang high, endless, and invisible ripples echoed in all directions.

"The Holy Son of the White Deer. Hong Zhao retracted his gaze and spoke indifferently.

The furious color in Bai Lu's eyes disappeared, and a smile appeared on his handsome face, and he said, "Hong Zhao, how did you come here?

"Just passing by, just join in the fun. Hong Zhao glanced at Yan Wuji beside him, "Wuji, haven't you been talking about Bailu for a long time since I came out of the Taiqing Illusion Realm last time?

Yan Wuji's face was a little unnatural, he glanced at the white deer who was looking at him at the same time, and was about to speak, but several whistling rays of light fell from the sky, which was magnificent.

"The Holy Son of the White Deer. ”

"I've seen the White Deer Holy Son. ”

It was a few disciples of the Fourth Mountain Law Mountain who came, and when they saw Bailu and a few people, they stepped forward and bowed and retreated to the side, forming a small circle of their own.

"The Holy Son of the White Deer, it is said that he was the first of the Eight Mountains in the Qi Sea Realm of the Shangqing Holy Sect fifty years ago, and he was canonized as the Holy Son, but at this moment, he has already reached the Daoji Peak Realm. ”

"The White Deer Holy Son has only been practicing for more than a hundred years, but he can already compare with the Tianjiao of the Wa Emperor Holy Sect like Hongzhao, and this kind of qualification ......"

"The Shangqing Holy Sect will give birth to two Holy Sons every fifty years, and I don't know how many people have been awarded the title of Holy Son over the years? There was a look of envy looking at Bailu's loose cultivation, and the sour taste in his tone went straight to the sky.

Fifty years ago, in the Great Competition of the Shangqing Holy Sect, the first of the eight mountains of the Daoji Realm was the Holy Son of Feng Shao, and the first of the Qi Sea Realm was this Bailu.

He also received the title of Holy Son, infinitely honored, and was also accepted as a disciple by the great power, and in just a hundred years, his cultivation has reached an incredible level, and in the Daoji realm, he can almost sweep away all the heavenly pride.

And Zhao Tianhe, the Breaking Yue Sword Sect, Zhang Lingruo and others of the Demon Sound Sect, who had been showing off their martial arts before, had already retreated to the side at this moment, and they were not even qualified to come forward to salute.

Although they are both Daoji Peak Realms, their identities and status are different from each other. The gap between the large sect and the overlord sect is too huge, just like the difference between heaven and earth, and people can't raise the slightest idea of resistance.

The White Deer Holy Son glanced at the golden-red hall and asked, "When will it open?"

He didn't have an idea about this inheritance, and he didn't bother to look at it carefully, but just asked casually for the sake of the few followers behind him.

And his questioning was undoubtedly aimed at the two of them, Hong Zhao and Yan Wuji, and the others were not qualified to let him speak at all.

"Half a day. Hong Zhao said.

"Too long. Bai Lu frowned slightly, and a purple light in his hand flowed, and it rushed into the sky in an instant, forming a dark purple cloud of light, in which there seemed to be endless thunder brewing.

"Psychic magic weapon thunder spirit bead!" exclaimed a person who knew the goods.

More people were speechless, looking at the white deer under the light of thunder, like a god descending into the world with complicated eyes.

"Go. With a flick of his finger, there was endless purple thunder roaring out of the thundercloud, the thunder was deafening, and the lightning was across the sky!

An extremely thick golden-red light shield appeared above the Datong Water Mansion, and the next moment, endless thunder bombarded it, and countless lightning flashes flowed, as if it was about to tear the entire hall to pieces.

Even if it is a psychic magic weapon, there are strong and weak ones, and obviously, this thunder spirit bead is the one that is extremely strong. Before the thunder light dissipated, Bailu casually threw out the thunder spirit bead, turned into a shocking purple light, and slammed it towards the door of the main hall of Datong Water Mansion!