Gan Ping hurried all the way back to Hualong Peak, returned to the peak in a puff of smoke, and hurriedly opened the prohibition of the mountain, looking at the prohibition of the light above his head, his heart settled down. To say that you are not afraid is a lie, and anyone who faces an opponent who has murderous intentions and is dozens of times stronger than himself will feel uneasy. Thinking that Fang was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered in front of that Mu Sheng, and he had no power to fight back, Gan Ping's face couldn't help but look ugly, this feeling that life and death were not in his own hands was what he hated the most. "Xianling Sect, Zhang Musheng ·····" His eyes flickered, and Gan Ping looked at the sky outside Hualong Peak with a blue face, standing for a long time without saying a word.

July 27, auspicious, everything is appropriate. It is the day of the sect ceremony, the Miaocheng Sect has been established for more than 10,000 years, and the extreme prosperity of the year has come to this embarrassing realm step by step, although it is slightly flawed, but compared to the countless decay of the sect for more than 10,000 years, it is more than Bishan drum. You must know that there is no good time for a hundred days, there is nothing immutable in the world, especially in this sophistic cultivation world, at least for the sect that counts the days in a hundred years, it still exists for more than 10,000 years and does not decline, and the Miaocheng Sect is indeed an outlier.

However, this sect ceremony is extremely important for the long-term prosperity of the Miaocheng Sect. This sect ceremony was more than 8,000 years ago, after the Miaocheng Patriarch in the sect ascended, the people of the same generation also either ascended or fell under the catastrophe. At that time, the Miao Cheng Sect actually had an embarrassing situation, although it was in full swing, but there was a crisis of breaking the dynasty, for no other reason, although there were many masters of the Miao Cheng Sect, but it was extremely bad at teaching disciples, and there was no intention to accept apprentices, which led to such an embarrassing situation.

Speaking of that generation, the real person in charge of the sect was also extremely courageous, and immediately set a few rules, since then, there has been a distinction between the inner and outer doors, and there is also the separation of the peaks, and the Jingshuo Pavilion has been set up. Regardless of the level of achievement of the disciples in the sect, they must talk about their cultivation experience and send it to the Jingshuo Pavilion for collection, and they can exchange it for some rewards.

It is also the establishment of this 30-year sect ceremony, which will be held once every 30 years, in addition to paying tribute to the ancestors of the sect, but also selecting outstanding disciples in the sect and advancing to personal disciples. This series of measures has enabled Miao Chengzong, who is facing an embarrassing situation, to survive the crisis step by step and has come to the present.

At the most glorious moment of the second Zeng Zong, there was a sect ceremony, and dozens of disciples emerged. At that time, the Miaochengzong family was dominant, entrenched in the southern wilderness of Zihua Immortal Mansion, and its prestige was enough to be called like the sky.

However, when the long river of time washes away the lead and the glory is gone, what remains is still the breeze and white clouds, and thousands of years are enough to make countless large and small sects disappear in the long river of time and become a legend. Miaosheng has inevitably reached the verge of decay, thousands of years of time, so that the family in the sect is numerous, and now the Miaocheng sect is far from having the authority it had back then.

The looseness of the power made the edge of the sect shrink uncontrollably, and finally trapped on this Yulong Mountain, even the two sects of the Immortal Tomb and the Falling Moon dared to bully them, and they were really in an extremely embarrassing situation. The real person without anger sat on the high hall, the door of the Tonshan Hall was opened, and from the seat of the real person in charge, the entire square of Yinxuan Peak was in full view, countless disciples were busy in a hurry, and there were several female disciples in the main hall arranging incense and candles.

The huge nine-legged tripod at the entrance of the Tungshan Hall was rising in the middle of the Dao Dao green smoke, making the vision of the Angry Real Man looking out more and more illusory. I remember that it was the great ceremony of the sect seven hundred years ago, and I was careful to bypass this big ding, and came to worship the ancestor in this Tonshan Palace, which was the first time I came to the Tungshan Palace.

I think that at that time, I was really an ignorant little boy, I just meditated and practiced swords every day, although the days were boring and hard, but I was also at ease, and I could also teach and oppress my junior brother from time to time, which was also considered to be fun in the bitterness. Thinking of this, the corners of the mouth of the solemn and angry real person sitting on the chair flashed a soft arc, the Wuyun junior brother at that time was really slippery, the master often traveled, and the heavy responsibility of disciplining the disciples fell on him, not only to cultivate by himself every day, but also to urge the junior disciples to practice hard.

Unexpectedly, this time it was hundreds of years to come over, and he became the head of the Zeng sect, and the two junior disciples were also the first of each peak, which was something that I didn't dare to imagine back then. It's the sect ceremony every 30 years, and there are only three people who set up a personal disciple today, which is really ashamed of the ancestors, I remember that there were dozens of people who were set up as personal disciples with me, but unfortunately after hundreds of years of big waves, most of those people have fallen and dissipated.

Everyone in the world thinks that if you cultivate immortals, you will have an eternal life and be at ease, but you don't know the suffering. Although the life span is long, but the road is also extremely bumpy, and the people who can get to their point are all people with excellent qualifications. If it weren't for that, with the long life of an immortal cultivator, the number of immortal cultivators in this Zihua Immortal Mansion would already be more than the number of people in the secular world.

The greater the ability, the heavier the burden, the immortal cultivator does not have to run around for a living every day like people in the world, but he has to face the infinite thorns given by the mountains on the path of cultivation, eradicate all kinds of demon beasts that harm one side, and suppress the demons sealed everywhere. Speaking of which, all living beings are suffering, perhaps, only by cultivating the Great Dao of immortality and flying to the legendary fairy realm can we get rid of our troubles.

Breathing a sigh of relief, the angerless real person couldn't help but laugh dumbly, he didn't expect that he would be so sentimental, maybe it was because he saw the hope of the prosperity of the sect, so he had a lot of emotion. Thinking of this, the figure of a little boy seemed to appear in front of the angerless real person, always so gentle and elegant, not shocked, like a scholar more than a monk.

It's ridiculous that Zhang Musheng actually wanted to make a move on Gan Ping, he didn't know how many pairs of eyes stayed on Gan Ping, not to mention that the immortal capital peak sound, it was the place where those Taishang elders comprehended the Lianshan I Ching, if the person who was about to become a personal disciple in the sect was killed under his nose, where would he put his face?

Pouting slightly, the angerless real person showed an expression that was quite inconsistent with his identity and personality, and now he is much more relaxed, with the Lianshan I Ching and the witch god essence blood presented by Gan Ping, the Taishang elders in the sect who are about to fall have a great grasp of breaking through the current realm. It is conceivable that in a few years, there will be several masters of the Miaocheng Sect to survive the catastrophe, and with these people, the decline of this sect will be contained.

It's a pity, that kid doesn't seem to be here, otherwise, he would be the best candidate for the next session of the real person in charge, whether it is his mental qualifications, he is the choice of landscape change, not to mention the unparalleled luck. Although most of the monks who can cultivate to their own level are people with excellent luck and good luck, luck like Gan Ping is indeed very rare. Not to mention anything else, the fire monkey beside him with more than fifty percent of the bloodline of the divine beast was enough to make Mo Lingfeng's crazy beast control red-eyed.

What's even more rare is that Na Gan Ping and this fire monkey practice together every day, and under the blood connection, they have become a symbiotic existence, regardless of each other. Speaking of this kind of spirit beast with unlimited growth potential, the benefits to the Miao Cheng Sect are far more than those of several personal disciples. After all, this kind of divine beast has a lifespan much longer than that of immortal cultivators, and if this fire monkey can break through the limit of the bloodline in the future and truly become the body of a divine beast, then it will be worry-free again for ten thousand years.