Begin immortality by slaying demons

The Wu Temple was the foundation of the Qian Dynasty.

The status is extremely noble.

The reason why the Demon Suppressor and the Demon Catcher can be independent from the court is precisely because they are under the jurisdiction of the Martial Temple.

Master Wu is one of the temple's blessings, so his words can completely represent the meaning of the Martial Temple.

Can you not reply?

Jiang Chengyun was completely confused. In the land of Jiuzhou, no matter it was the imperial court or the Jianghu, whoever was a martial artist would not want to join the martial arts temple.

This place has the best treasures, the most elixirs, and countless precious martial arts.

And when it comes to backing, who else can compare to a living cultivator in the realm of gods.

They don't even need to take the initiative to invite them to attract talented people from all over the world.

But at this moment, Mr. Wu is actually waiting for General Shen's reply.

"Stay in the Martial Temple and serve the golden body."

There was a hint of complexity in the old man's turbid eyes. This boy's condition was unheard of. He could eat up the aura of the golden identity, which made all these bad old men feel distressed.

But this also proves how valuable this person is.

It was really hard to let the other party run away like this.

After discussion, it would not be a loss to simply keep this kid.

Jiang Qiulan stood with his hands down and looked at Shen Yi quietly.

Pretty much what she expected.

With the young man's talent, no one can ignore his existence, not even the Martial Temple.

What makes Jiang Qiulan a little surprised is that these temple celebrations are so proactive, and they have completely lost the proud and otherworldly posture.

The other party should have only met Shen Yi once.

What happened during the training in the martial arts temple?

"what is the benefit?"

Shen Yi looked over curiously.

"benefit?"

Mr. Wu's eyelids twitched slightly. After so many years, this was the first time that the Martial Arts Temple had invited others.

And this guy is negotiating terms with himself?

He closed his eyes, calmed his mind, and then opened them again: "The reason why our group of people stay here has only one purpose... that is to condense the golden body and the Dharma, and break through to the realm of god transformation, and here is the most abundant The power of incense and desire.”

Master Wu shook his head: "Don't rely on your youth and talent to think that time is long. Thousands of years are just a blink of an eye. When you really start to get involved in this way, you will find that time is far from enough."

"So... don't waste your precious life on useless things, such as Qingzhou. When those Hunyuan warriors take their hands, they will naturally know how to solve it."

Just a few words made Jiang Chengyun feel inexplicably depressed.

It may be solved once Grandmaster Hunyuan takes his hand. It sounds easy, but in fact it represents the wails of tens of millions of people in Qingzhou, the fall of the generals of the Demon Suppressing Division, and the tragic deaths of many demon hunters.

But in the face of thousands of years of time, these things seem so insignificant.

People are like weeds, multiplying very quickly.

The general is slightly more precious, but as long as the incense and willpower are enough, it is not impossible to reproduce it.

In the eyes of Wu Miao, it was just a temporary defeat. All he had to do was solve other troubles and take his hands off to take the territory back from the demon's hands.

As a demon hunter in Qingzhou, I can't even blame him for this.

Because if other troubles cannot be solved, it will not be as simple as losing Qingzhou temporarily.

"..."

Shen Yi was silent for a moment, then finally raised her eyes and said, "Then let's forget it."

The incense and wish power that can be used at will, coupled with Guan Jue Daqian's innate understanding, is equivalent to a future monk in the realm of gods.

The problem is...the talent is fake.

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Chengyun fell into an even stronger confusion than before, and even felt like his brain was dizzy.

Mr. Wu has made it very clear.

As long as General Shen nods, it is by no means as simple as joining the martial arts temple and becoming a disciple, but really being cultivated as a successor.

How important is this?

But was rejected so easily.

Could it be that Mr. Shen truly cares about Qingzhou?

Thinking of this, Jiang Chengyun looked at the young man again with deep admiration in his eyes.

"well."

Master Wu seemed to have expected this answer.

Only people of the same kind understand their own kind best.

There was a time when they were so arrogant. They always felt that there was no one like them in the world. Breaking through the realm of cultivation was as simple as eating and drinking. They didn't care about the time or the patience.

The old man stood up, took out a long jade box from the storage treasure, put it on the table, and said angrily: "Let's write down the name of the head office."

The other party is still young now, and there will always be a day when he regrets it. This is an experience they have all experienced once. Although they hope that the other party can avoid detours and learn lessons...forget it, at least they will not be beaten by those immortal sects.

Anyway, this kid is also a demon-suppressing general. When he returned to Qingzhou, he still cultivated the way of the Yinshen. Just slow down.

The three people in the courtyard cast their gaze on the jade box on the table.

Jiang Qiulan seemed to have guessed something, something strange flashed across his clear eyes.

According to Master Wu, he wants to recruit Shen Yi.

Then the contents of this jade box may not be as simple as a middle-grade treasure.

Sure enough, as the old man reached out to open the jade box, a treasure phantom selected exactly according to the shape of the sword on Shen Yi's waist suddenly revealed its true appearance.

"I was worried that you wouldn't be able to use it smoothly, but I took a long time to select it."

The straight blade has a cold color as a whole, and the light is restrained. It is covered with tooth-like scales, and there is a black light like mist on the lines.

"The name of the sword is Qianyuan, a top-grade treasure."

"There's nothing special about it. It can kill the demon king's body, and it also has the function of guarding the heart and soul... If you meet the Xiaoyue Demon King, its magical power can cause the soul to collapse and separate from the body. If you wear this sword on your body, it can protect your soul. No worries."

The old man took out his long knife and threw it towards the young man in Xuanjia.

Shen Yi took it in his hand and looked at it carefully: "Isn't there a scabbard?"

"..." Mr. Wu exhaled slightly: "Should I give you another robe?"

Really give it away?

Shen Yi raised her head and saw that the old man had turned around and left the courtyard, leaving only one sentence: "Since you accepted the sword, it seems you are satisfied with it, then the matter of registering the martial arts temple is settled."

It's more than just a top-grade sword.

It is specially used to deal with the demon king in Qingzhou.

The final condition turned out to be to join the Martial Arts Temple, a good thing that others could only dream of.

Even Jiang Qiulan has never experienced such treatment.

She found that since traveling with Shen Yi, she suddenly had many novel experiences.

At this moment, she suddenly found that the young man in Xuanjia had taken off the sword from his waist, then tried the scabbard with Qianyuan, and finally looked at her: "Can you return half of it first?"

"..."

Jiang Qiulan walked over and reached out to catch the ink knife. It felt cold to the touch, and there was a lingering scent of monster blood floating in it.

It's clearly the same as in memory, but it seems completely different.

The other person seemed to have walked a long way for an old friend, gifted this experience to himself, and was about to embark on a new journey.

She looked at the black scabbard with gold patterns on Shen Yi's waist, and a slight smile appeared on her lips: "Okay."