10,000 years after the Infinite Ancestor ascended to the Immortal Realm...

Qiyun Mountain Wuji Palace...

"How good is this, this sect master has been in retreat for ten years......

"Yes, the Great Elder, they said that if the sect master does not go out, he will forcibly break into the secret room and wake up the sect master to get out of the pass. ”

"Hmph! Wudang old thing, if he cares about the safety of the sect master, he actually doesn't want to see whether the sect master is dead or alive, so as to occupy the power of the sect. ”

"The inappropriate son of man, Wudang has already controlled the Council of Elders, and he still wants to control the Wuji Palace. ”

"Don't make any noise, don't mess up. ”

......

Inside the secret room of the Infinite Palace...

The secret room, which had not been cleaned for a long time, was covered with dust, and the dim light of the ever-bright lamp flickered on and off, and a thin white-haired old man sat cross-legged on a futon in the secret room.

Zhang Miao slowly opened her eyes, countless memories poured into her mind like a tide, and the fragmented pictures quickly continued to weave in Zhang Miao's mind.

Where am I? My head hurts.

"I'm Huayang Zhenren?"

Zhang Miao sat cross-legged on the futon, looking down at her dry hands, with a slightly complicated mood.

As a modern netizen, Zhang Miao often reads some time-traveling novels on the website, and naturally has fantasies about traveling through other worlds, but Zhang Miao never expected that she would really cross over when she woke up.

Outside the Wuji Palace, the Great Elder Wudang Zhenren led more than a dozen elder elders and hundreds of inner disciples to slowly rush towards the Wuji Palace.

At this time, Zhang Miao was very depressed, although Zhang Miao had accepted the fact of crossing, but the current situation was really not optimistic.

First of all, according to the memory of the original owner of this body, he, who is now his own Huayang Zhenren, is the eighty-fourth sect master of the Xuanyang Continent's top immortal sect, Wuji Immortal Sect.

Although it is said that the Wuji Immortal Gate is no longer as brilliant as it used to be, with the strength of the Huayang True Person's Tribulation Great Perfection, the Wuji Immortal Gate has barely maintained its position as a super-first-class force in the Xuanyang Continent.

Originally, Huayang Zhenren worked hard for the sect, and the sect has had a little bit of prosperity in the past hundred years, but ten years ago, when Huayang Zhenren went out to hunt for treasure, he suddenly encountered more than a dozen masters of the catastrophe period to set up an ambush and besiege.

Huayang Zhenren relied on the magic weapon Chaos Bell left by the Wuji Ancestor when he ascended, and he managed to save his life under the hands of more than a dozen masters of the Tribulation Period.

dragged his seriously injured body, Huayang Zhenren fled back in embarrassment, and hurriedly retreated before he could explain two sentences, but he still didn't get through, and his neck was crooked...

Now, Great Elder Wudang Zhenren led the elders of the Council of Elders and hundreds of disciples to surround the Wuji Palace.

......

"Wudang, what are you going to do?" the hot-tempered black silkworm real person blew his beard and glared at Wudang at the bottom of the stairs and scolded angrily.

Wudang Zhenren was wearing a white python robe with gold trim, holding a whisk in his hand, glanced at the several elders who were blocking the gate of Wuji Palace, and said slowly:

"Black silkworm, what are you asking me for? The once-in-a-century ancestor worship ceremony is about to begin, and when the envoys from the major sects on the mainland come to watch the ceremony, but the sect master can't come out of retreat at this time, wouldn't that make the monks of the world laugh?"

The green-robed female Taoist on the steps sneered and said:

"Uncle, you can really act, my master can't go out of retreat, naturally there is a reason why he can't retreat, his old man has his own plans, what kind of onion are you? Bringing people from the Council of Elders, and fooling so many disciples, what do you want? Do you want to force the palace?"

There was no wave on the face of the real person, and a short and fat Taoist beside his left hand couldn't stand still, jumped out and scolded, and said:

"I, the Great Elder is worried about the safety of the Sect Master, it is rumored that the Sect Master was already seriously injured when he suddenly returned, and now ten years have passed, who knows if the Sect Master is dead or alive?"

As soon as these words came out, all the disciples were in an uproar.

"What?

"How is that possible?"

"Yes, the sect master is the power of the Tribulation Period, who can hurt the sect master in the Xuanyang Continent?"

"But the sect master hasn't shown up for ten years?"

"Is it ......?"

Seeing the hundreds of disciples in the square talking to each other, the remarks gradually developed in a bad direction, and the faces of the people on the steps suddenly changed greatly.

Damn, these bastards?

The black silkworm cursed secretly in his heart, and then jumped out and said:

"Moyang, you don't have to talk nonsense there, when did the sect master get hurt?"

Moyang Zhenren snorted coldly and said with a playful smile:

"Then you call the sect master to come out!"

"You!" The black silkworm's face was red but helpless, and he pointed to the Moyang real person under the steps with one hand and gritted his teeth: "The sect master is in retreat, how can you see it when you say it." ”

"Hmph, I think the Eighty Cheng Sect Master was imprisoned by you. ”

As soon as this remark came out, the audience was in an uproar, and Moyang Zhenren saw the stitches and yelled:

"These people must have imprisoned the sect master, so follow me to rescue the sect master. ”

Immediately raised his arms and roared:

"Hand over the Sect Master!"

"Hand over the Sect Master!"

"Hand over the sect master!" Looking at the hundreds of disciples who were angry, several elders in front of Wuji Palace suddenly blushed, and they didn't know what to do for a while, and the initiator of all this, Wu Dangzhen, really raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

In the hustle and bustle, Wudang real people walked up the steps step by step and walked towards Wuji Palace.

Wuji Palace is the place where the ancestor of Wuji Immortal Sect ascended back then, it is the retreat place of the sect masters of the past dynasties, and it is also the symbol of the power of the entire Wuji Immortal Sect.

Wudang never thought that power would be so close to him.

As long as I take a few steps, I Wudang will be the new sect master, and I Wudang will definitely lead the Wuji Immortal Sect to glory again.

Just as Wudang was constantly yy in his heart, a vicissitudes of sound came out of the palace gate, pulling Wudang back from fantasy to reality.

"Enough!"

There was silence...

"The sect master is out of the customs!"

"Master is out!"

"Sect Master!"

Several elders in front of Wuji Palace, led by black silkworms, were overjoyed.

Immediately slammed to the ground in front of the Wuji Palace Chief, and the hundreds of disciples under the steps first bowed down, and then all of them knelt on the ground.

The audience was silent, only Wudang Zhenren and a few of his irons did not salute, and a few people stood in the crowd looking very abrupt and extremely embarrassing.

The sudden change not only brought Wudang back to reality from YY, but also knocked Wudang's heart from heaven to hell, Wudang only felt his head buzzing, and the cold sweat on his back instantly wet his clothes.

It was not only Wudang Zhenren who felt this way, but even several elders who did not bow also felt the same way, especially the few people who had just made a statement.

"Welcome to the Sect Master. Wudang Zhenren slammed at Wuji Palace, and cold sweat slowly slid down his forehead and cheeks.

Several elders also fell to their knees suddenly, not daring to make a sound.

Squeak————

The palace gate of Wuji Palace slowly opened, and Zhang Miao, oh no, the figure of Huayang Zhenren slowly emerged with the sunlight.

"Sect Master, you..."

The silkworm real person closest to the palace gate was stunned and asked suspiciously.

"Shut up. ”

Zhang Miao interrupted the silkworm's voice.

Excellent psychological quality to the extreme.

Don't panic! No matter what, I'm still the sect master.

At this moment, you must not expose the secret that your cultivation has been dissipated, otherwise you will be a knife and I will be a fish, and when the time comes, not to mention that the position of the sect master is not guaranteed, I am afraid that Wudang, who lowered his head under the steps in the next second, will slap himself to death with one palm.

"Wudang, what do you want?" Zhang Miao glanced at the Wudang real person who was leaning down on the steps and saluting.

Wudang Zhenren's face suddenly changed wildly, and his body pressed even lower.

"Sect Master, the Xuantian Grand Ceremony is imminent, and all the major sects have sent envoys to come, I'm worried that the sect master won't be able to get out of the customs as scheduled, so... So risk death and knock. ”

"Knock on the pass, uncle, how many hundred people will you bring with you?" The woman in red on the side, who was about sixteen or seventeen years old, said hatefully.

Zhang Miao glanced at the woman in red kneeling beside her.

This should be Ye Hongyuan, the little disciple of Huayang Zhenren, who remembers that Huayang Zhenren treats Ye Hongyuan like his own daughter, and before he was seriously injured and retreated, he was also the most fierce crying of Ye Hongyuan.

Thinking of this, Zhang Miao smiled softly at Ye Hongyuan:

"Yuan'er, have you ever fallen behind in your cultivation over the years?"

Hearing the voice of Huayang Zhenren who was also a father and a teacher again, Ye Hongyuan's nose was sour, and she held back her tears and said:

"Master, the mandarin has never fallen into cultivation. ”

Zhang Miao paused slightly, and then frowned and said to Wudang:

"Wudang, Wudang, do you think I don't know what you think?

As soon as these words came out, Wudang was so frightened that his hairs stood up.

"Don't dare, don't dare. Immediately his forehead slammed to the ground.

"Senior brother, you just give me 100,000 guts, and I don't dare to betray my senior brother, senior brother Wudang really has no choice, so I can make this decision. ”

"Hmph, it's all gone, this seat has just come out, and it still needs to be recuperated. Zhang Miao took a slight breath, still very nervous in her heart, and forced her momentum.

"Obey the orders of the Sect Master!"

Several elders and hundreds of disciples slowly faded away.