"Thank you so much, Brother Meng. If it weren't for Brother Meng's help, I'm afraid our Qian family would all be trapped in it. When Qian An said this, his heart was a little sour, he was the same age as Meng Tongchen, entered the lower courtyard of the Netherworld Hall in the same year, and worshiped under the throne of the handsome ink crow in the same batch. But it's only been two or three months, and the two seem to be very different at this time.

If it weren't for the fact that Deacon Xiao was too confident, Xu Xu Tuzhi would not have immediately fallen into such a predicament. Meng Tongchen was very calm. Looking back now, the appearance of Xiao Yulin's broken body falling in front of him is the deepest memory. This was the first time Meng Tongchen had really faced the death of a monk. Although it is said that there are not a few disciples who died tragically at the hands of the Yin Ghost in the ghost building, after all, they did not see it with their own eyes, and their touch to Meng Tongchen was very limited. And witnessing the whole process of Xiao Yulin from full of confidence to defeat and death really gave him a trace of understanding and touching of the impermanence of life and death.

"If I don't become a god in forty-nine years, will my death be better than this?" Meng Tongchen smiled self-deprecatingly. Sensing the beast cart stop, it retracts its divergent attention.

Lifting the curtain, I looked up and saw a tall and majestic city gate. It is about 10 zhang high, and the whole is made of large cyan striped stones, the arrow tower is towering, and a little cold light is revealed in it, and in front of the brass gate with a glowing spiritual light, more than a dozen soldiers in black armor are stationed to check the passers-by. These black-armored soldiers are tall and bright, and they obviously have good strength, and the armor they are wearing is also engraved with mysterious sigils, which are obviously not ordinary.

"A martial artist who has refined his body, plus that set of rune armor, if he can arrange the formation again, it will be enough to resist the monks in the middle and even late stages of Nazhen. After his gaze swept over those black-armored soldiers one by one, Meng Tongchen opened his mouth and said with emotion, "This Starstream City City Lord is really generous. ”

Starstream City is one of the subordinate forces of the Netherworld. The first city lord is said to have been a disciple of the Netherworld Palace, and after being old and frail and hopeless for promotion, he resigned from the palace and returned home to enjoy the glory and wealth. The hometown of this city lord is a place with prosperous transportation, and he relied on his status as a disciple of the Netherworld Temple and the wealth he had accumulated to build Fang City, which gradually developed into the most prosperous cultivation city within a radius of thousands of miles.

The city lord has been passed down for four generations now, and this generation of city lords heard that the talent for cultivation was a little worse, but they just barely condensed the Dharma and had no hope of continuing to be promoted, so they were even more obsessed with running the industry.

The Qian family came up with a very generous reward, but the spirit stones did not occupy much. In order to exchange the reward for a spirit stone that could be used immediately, Meng Tongchen followed the Qian family's convoy of red iron to Starstream City.

There are a lot of people coming in and out of the city gate, and many of them are accomplished cultivators. But those black-armored soldiers were all treated equally, and there was no sloppiness in the inspection. The Qian family is just a small family, and the cultivation of the highest six layers of Nazhen is not on the stage at all in Starstream City, so naturally they can only wait in line honestly.

Suddenly, the leader of the soldiers, who had been standing at the doorway, watching the crowd with cold eyes, had his eyes lit up and hurriedly ran out. Waving his arms as he ran, he commanded his soldiers to drive a path through the crowd waiting to enter the city in front of the city gates.

Although the leader of the soldiers is only a first-level cultivator, he has always been above the top. His style immediately attracted many people who were familiar with him to turn their heads.

Meng Tongchen and Qian An are also in this ranks. I saw that the leader of the soldiers trotted all the way over, and at the end of the line of sight, a luxurious chariot carved from white jade was slowly coming.

The whole body of the chariot is carved from fine white jade, covered with a canopy, and the figures of two people sitting upright can be faintly seen inside. The eight scaly horses pulling the cart are tall and strong, and their breath is not weak, and two of them are at the level of genuine demon beasts. There are 12 waiters around the chariot, all dressed in Taoist robes and hair, each with a long sword on their backs, and holding an incense burner in their hands, and some of them are worshipping rituals, each of which is different. The twelve of them were all Nazhen cultivators.

A luxurious chariot, a retinue with good strength. These alone were not enough to be truly amazing, there were a few bold monks, who held their own strength, and quietly spread their divine thoughts, wanting to find out the reality of the comer. But as soon as Shen Nian Fang touched the chariot, he felt a fierce sword aura rushing into the sky. If the withdrawal is fast, the spiritual thoughts are swept by the sword qi, and the head is like a needle prick, and if the withdrawal is slow, the spiritual thoughts will be cut off alive, and some of them vomit a mouthful of blood on the spot.

Many people couldn't help but secretly sigh in their hearts, no wonder the leader of the soldiers was servile and charming, such a momentum of travel, and the identity of the person who came was by no means ordinary.

It seemed that the people in the chariot were too shocking, and the vicinity of the city gate was quiet for a while, and it was almost audible that a pin had dropped. After the chariot disappeared into the city gate under the "escort" of the leader of the soldiers, the surging sound broke out violently.

"Which contemplation senior is this? Such a big pomp. "The problem spread very quickly among the population.

"Hehe, although these two are not Ning Yi seniors, they are not far behind. Someone who knew the identity of the person in the chariot smiled and said, "These two are the master and the lady of the Yuhua Gate. ”

As soon as these words came out, there was silence in front of the city gate.

"Could it be that the Feather Sect Master who used Nazhen Cultivation to kill the Condensing Cultivator one-on-one?" someone asked hesitantly.

"Of course, how many Feather Sect Masters can there be?" As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar.

Generally speaking, there is an insurmountable gap between the different realms of the monks. The gap brought about by this kind of great realm is different from the gap in the accumulation of time in the early and middle stages of Nazhen, and it is not something that can be easily smoothed out by one or two mysterious spells and one or two powerful magic weapons. The gap in the great realm comes from the different levels of cognition of the "Dao", and the high-grade spells that seem to be powerful in the Nazhen stage may only be at their fingertips when they reach the realm of condensation; The all-encompassing disparity of this great realm is desperately large, but in the same way, those who can overcome this obstacle will be greatly admired by the monks.

Of course, Meng Tongchen was also surprised, but there was another thing that surprised him: he clearly remembered that the statue that Qingchen's uncle and aunt wanted to worship was called Yuhua Immortal. Does it happen to have the same name, or is there indeed a shadow of this Yuhuamen behind that incident?

Which disciple of the Eighty Cheng Yuhua Sect entrusted the master of the famous sect to do it, right?

Meng Tongchen had seen many examples of this kind of fox and tiger power in his previous life, after all, although the master of the Yuhua Sect was the top group of Nazhen monks, he would never look down on the offerings of these fools and foolish women, but his disciples may not.

Still thinking about it, it was the turn of the Qian family's convoy to enter the door. So Meng Tongchen put away his thoughts. After all, the most important thing now is to change to the spirit stone first, and then buy back the Renshui Tiantao Sword.