Begin immortality by slaying demons

The middle-aged man who calls himself Tianjian Sect finished speaking.

The remaining Tao cards shook slightly, and then two more shadows appeared from them.

"We can also promise you the same treatment."

On the contrary, the crescent moon card that initially welcomed Shen Yi and others fell into silence again without saying a word after seeing this.

Such an abnormal scene.

This made many monks who had just stepped out of Nanyang Sect feel a little stunned.

To them, the world outside was extremely unfamiliar, and they never imagined that it would be subject to such hot "competition".

It seemed that he and others really had the appearance of a dragon, and their future was limitless.

Zhu Jue glanced at Jiang Qiulan next to him, only to find that the other person's expression didn't even show a trace of fluctuation.

If there is anyone who feels something is wrong the most.

Then there is a high probability that it is him.

Zhu Jue still knows himself. He is just a martial arts immortal, and Jiang Qiulan has not yet broken through to become a god.

In the Nanyang Sect, he might barely be considered a figure.

But outside... didn't you see that the ancestor of Wutong Mountain was still standing there like a quail?

He really couldn't figure out what qualifications he had to get into the sight of such a big shot.

"..."

After waiting for a long time, there was no response.

The middle-aged man from the Tianjian Sect looked down again, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

A group of creatures who narrowly escaped from a place where their inheritance was cut off.

Among them, the strongest ones are barely able to return to the void, and the rest are ordinary Qi-training monks. Not to mention their shallow knowledge and poor means. Being able to practice in the inner sect is already considered a great favor.

Are you still not satisfied?

He observed carefully for a moment and found that almost everyone was quietly looking at the white-robed young man in the divine realm.

When he caught a glimpse of the white robe again, the middle-aged man couldn't stand it, and his face darkened.

The robe that represents the identity of the sect master can also be defiled by the other party.

"..."

He pondered for a moment, then looked at Shen Yi: "You are very talented, so you can make an exception and become a deacon. In our Tianjian Sect, if you want to have this status, you must be at least a third-level Void Return monk or above, how about that?"

I thought the other party would burst into tears of gratitude.

Unexpectedly, after hearing these words, Shen Yi slowly withdrew his gaze.

He has no advantages and has been a nobody in both lives.

But it is the little people who are so sensitive to these things... Obviously, this is not a gift at all, but more like a request for oneself.

One of the obvious points is...

The first sentence that Crescent Moon Daopai said was obviously treating him and others as fellow sect members of the same level.

And after these words fell.

The so-called Tianjian Sect was obviously a little anxious and directly interrupted the man's words.

Shen Yi didn't quite know what was worth coveting in herself.

Even if it's a Taoist sign.

With the strength of these people, they can just rob them by force, so there is no need to make any excuses.

If you are doing business, you must at least know what you have and how much it is worth.

Before Shen Yi could respond.

A clear and slightly trembling sound had already sounded first.

"Senior, I'm only one step away from returning to the second level of virtual reality. Can I make an exception and become a deacon?"

Ye Wenxuan mustered up her courage and walked up.

Hearing this, the elder of Tianjian Sect slowly closed his eyes, seeming to be thinking about something. Someone had to start this matter, and after a moment he made a short sound.

"Um."

Hearing this, Ye Wenxuan seemed to have received some divine decree, her face was overjoyed, and she knelt down and saluted without hesitation: "Disciple Ye Wenxuan, I am willing to join the Heavenly Sword Sect!"

She's not stupid.

These six Taoist tablets are obviously the alliance sect of Nanyang.

But what is the situation in Nanyang? It has been completely destroyed by demons and demons. It lacks spiritual energy, and there is not even a single senior among them.

To put it less strictly, there is no difference from death.

On top of the Dao card, there was just a shadow that exuded an aura that she had never seen before, and she didn't even dare to think about it.

I don’t know what the person named Shen is still hesitating about.

Is it possible that we still have to guard the shabby Nanyang Sect? Absolutely ridiculous.

"I have been waiting for you for a long time."

The elder of Tianjian Sect did not look at Ye Wenxuan, but continued to stare at Shen Yi.

"I'm new here and don't understand the situation. I have no intention of joining the sect for the time being."

Shen Yi raised her eyes and said, neither humble nor arrogant.

"..."

The elder of Tianjian Sect was silent for a moment, staring at the young man indifferently. After seeing that the people behind him had no complaints, he said meaningfully: "Okay."

After that, the shadow disappeared, and the Tao sign with the long sword engraved on it flew straight into the distance.

Seeing this, Ye Wenxuan quickly got up and followed her in the clouds, for fear of losing her future.

The remaining Tao signs also dispersed one after another.

Only the crescent moon Taoist tablet was left, and he managed to make his serious voice gentle: "We are all the Seventh Son of Nanhong. If you need any help, you can use the Taoist tablet to summon the Qingyue Sect."

"Thank you, senior." Shen Yi handed over.

Crescent Moon Daopai smiled: "There is no need to call you senior...according to the rules, I have to call you Nanyang Sect Master."

Shen Yi had a good impression of Qingyue Sect. She seized the opportunity and asked one more question: "May I ask where the monks from Nanyang Sect have gone?"

Hearing this, the card suddenly stopped.

Then he turned to the wooden man on the cliff.

After a moment, he sighed: "Don't ask, there's no need."

After that, it seemed to be worried that Shen Yi would get to the bottom of it, so it flew away in the air.

The words haven't dissipated yet.

A terrifying aura slowly spread over the Nanyang Platform. Even with Shen Yi's cultivation level of the Immortal Phoenix True Body, she actually fell back a few steps.

The wooden man covered in vines opened his eyes, and even the eyes looked like wooden beads carved out with a knife.

Standing up with a crunch.

It walked towards everyone step by step, and finally stood in front of Shen Yi, who was holding a Taoist sign.

His voice was hoarse and harsh, with a bit of dullness: "I am a disciple of the Nanyang Sect, and I want to go home."

"Well."

Everyone looked at each other, even Nie Jun tensed up.

Shen Yi held the Taoist sign tightly and came back from the excitement of killing the old dog. The world outside seemed to be much more terrifying than he imagined.

He stared at the strange man, but then listened to the other person continue.

"Can you take me...home..."

The wooden man skillfully stood in the middle of the magic circle, and his stiff wooden face actually showed some expectation and pleading.

"..."

Shen Yi pondered for a moment.

Why does it feel weird for a sect leader in the realm of gods to have such a powerful direct disciple?

He thought for a moment and waved to the other party: "Follow me."

Shen Yi said, walking to the edge of the cliff.

Although the wooden man was reluctant to leave, he still walked behind him obediently.

"May I have your name?"

Shen Yi didn't want to interrogate the other party, but it was a big risk to bring such an uncontrollable and powerful existence back to the dilapidated Nanyang Sect.

"My name is...Li Xuanqing." Mu Ren replied honestly.

"What kind of cultivation level?" Shen Yi looked sideways curiously. Nie Jun, Ling Xi and others also looked over subconsciously. They also wanted to know what kind of state they must be in to exude such a powerful aura.

The wooden man pondered for a moment and said slowly: "I once climbed to Bai Yujing. Later, in order to survive, I rebuilt a wooden body. My realm fell. It was about three or four floors, maybe eight or nine. I didn't touch it. It's not very good. clear."

Shen Yi slowly clasped her hands, her expression unchanged.

Is this span too big? And who is Bai Yujing?

However, at least judging from the Crescent Moon Dao Card just now, it seems that this wooden man is extremely reassured. Of course, the so-called Qingyue Sect cannot be fully trusted.

But now that he has just stepped out of Nanyang Sect, he really needs a guide.