Celestial being

Mo Kongkong cursed in his heart and turned around, trying to sneak around the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

Just when he was about to pass by the Confucian scholar, all kinds of illusions suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and the brilliance flickered and was dazzling.

When he came to his senses, he was already firmly grasped by the shoulders of the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

"You who have killed a thousand swords, where did this soul cultivator come from?" Mo Kongkong cursed angrily, his face full of unwillingness and anger.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar didn't seem to hear his scolding. He lowered his head and looked at Mo Kongkong with a look of curiosity in his eyes: "Are you Mo Kongkong, who claims to be a god without a trace? A man with strong Dharma skills actually committed the crime of stealing people's treasures. What did you steal from the Golden Sword Gate this time?”

Before Mo Kongkong could speak, Jiang Wenjian had already chased after the middle-aged Confucian scholar. He took a deep breath and showed gratitude: "Thank you, fellow Taoist, for helping me. This thief is so bold that he dares to steal our sect's most precious treasure. If fellow Taoist hadn't appeared in time, he would have been killed." I'm afraid I'll let him escape again." As he said this, he bowed to the middle-aged Confucian scholar to express his gratitude.

"Ultimate treasure? But that legendary golden mace that opens the sky?" the middle-aged Confucian scholar asked, raising his eyebrows slightly.

Jiang Wenjian nodded subconsciously, but then he felt a sense of vigilance in his heart.

"Fellow Taoist, I don't know where you came from? Where do you want to go to the Tianguang Mountains?" Jiang Wenjian raised his head and looked at the middle-aged Confucian scholar carefully, and asked tentatively, with a hint of alertness flashing in his eyes. .

"I'm ashamed to say that the purpose of my coming here is the same as that of Mo Kongkong." The middle-aged Confucian scholar smiled slightly, with a hint of apology on his face.

Jiang Wenjian was slightly stunned when he heard the words. Before he could recover, he saw the middle-aged Confucian scholar gently raise a palm, and a bright golden light shot out from somewhere on Mo Kongkong's body, and instantly turned into a short mace, steadily Safely fell into the hands of Confucian scholars.

On the short mace, there is a stream of light, and with a sweep of spiritual thought, one can feel a heart-stopping spiritual pressure.

"Let me borrow a few words and say goodbye."

A look of satisfaction flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged Confucian scholar, and he shook his short mace gently, and then the silver moon mark flashed between his eyebrows, and the figure disappeared like smoke, and soon disappeared.

"How dare you, thief!"

Jiang Wenjian shouted angrily, anger blazing in his chest.

With a thought in his mind, he quickly made a hand and chanted a mantra, and the golden light appeared out of thin air behind him. Thousands of golden lights shot out from the Dhamma, rolled out in all directions, and bombarded everything around him indiscriminately.

At this moment, Mo Kongkong could barely break free from his restraints. He suddenly felt the golden light raging in front of his eyes. He felt a chill in his heart. He quickly turned into a shadow and dashed left and right in the golden light. It took a lot of effort to escape from the crazy bombing. range.

His back was already soaked with cold sweat, and he was filled with fear.

After venting his anger, Jiang Wenjian's anger subsided slightly, but when he looked around, there was still no trace of the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

He was extremely unwilling, and his red eyes glanced around, finally locking his eyes on Mo Kongkong, who was not far away and had not left in time.

Mo Kongkong was frightened by his ferocious look, and quickly waved his hand and explained: "Jiang...Fellow Daoist Jiang, the golden mace that opens the sky is no longer in my hands, and I don't know that person. As the saying goes, there is an owner for wrongdoing and debtors, you If you want to get angry, don't come to me."

"Then why are you keeping this storage ring? Do you want to see my joke?" Jiang Wenjian shouted angrily.

Looking at Jiang Wenjian's increasingly unkind gaze, Mo Kongkong took out a storage ring from his arms, threw it to Jiang Wenjian, and said quickly:

"Just when that person disappeared, this storage ring appeared in my arms. I think it was the treasure that the person used in exchange for the Open Sky Golden Mace. I never take advantage of others, so please keep your things. From now on, this matter will be related to I have no connection anymore, don’t look for me again.”

After saying that, Mo Kongkong was afraid of being angered, so he turned into a shadow and quickly fled away.

Jiang Wenjian caught the storage ring, and with a sweep of his mind, he discovered that there were many rare elixirs hidden in it, which were valuable.

It's just that the sect's treasure was stolen. How can these pills make up for it?

The resentment in his heart was hard to quell, but unfortunately he could not find any trace of the middle-aged Confucian scholar, so he could only return with this storage ring and resentment.

…

Thousand Earth Sect.

On the stone path of the sect's secret warehouse, sect leader He Junchen and his junior sister walked side by side.

He Junchen suddenly stopped, turned to his junior sister solemnly, and said slowly: "Junior sister, I am about to go into seclusion. Unless the law is fulfilled, I will not leave the seclusion easily. I will entrust you with all the affairs within the sect. Be sure to proceed with caution and listen to the opinions of several elders, but do not follow them blindly.”

"Senior brother, how sure are you of breaking through this retreat?" Junior sister looked at He Junchen worriedly and asked softly.

"Junior sister, don't worry. I have been preparing for this for hundreds of years. Although I can't say it is foolproof, I am at least 60% sure. However, if there is no strong person in the sect during my retreat, something may happen. Fortunately, my father is alive. If you can refine the earth-covering seal left behind, it should be able to scare Xiao Xiao." He Junchen smiled slightly and said in relief.

While they were talking, the two of them arrived at the door of the secret warehouse.

He Junchen raised his hand, and the mysterious magic formula was flowing on his fingertips. As a ray of light flashed, the door to the secret vault slowly opened.

However, as soon as the door opened, a strange smell hit him.

I saw a middle-aged Confucian scholar standing in the library, holding a small khaki seal, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar glanced at the two of them and said in a calm but unquestionable tone: "This seal is destined to me. I will borrow it for a while and I will return it in the future."

Although He Junchen was shocked, his face remained calm.

He took a breath, stepped forward, cupped his hands and said, "Senior, if you need it, just take it."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar nodded slightly, threw out a storage ring, and disappeared without a trace in a puff of smoke.

He Junchen kept his bowed posture until his junior sister gently pulled his sleeves, and then he slowly straightened up, took a deep breath, and a trace of complicated emotions flashed in his eyes.

"Junior sister, do you know why I am eager to retreat and break through?"

He shook his head slightly, with a hint of sigh in his voice: "After my father passed away, our sect lost the protection of the powerful Dharma Aspect, and its strength is not as good as before. If I can't break through, the future of the sect will be worrying."

At this time, outside the mountain gate, the middle-aged Confucian scholar had restored his true appearance, it was Yuan Ming.

He released the invisibility technique, transformed into a stream of light, and galloped away into the distance.

With a slight wave of his sleeves, he returned to his original appearance.

The golden mace of the Golden Sword Sect and the earth-covering seal of the Houtu Sect were exactly the targets he carefully selected from the list of statues.

The former contains the true meaning of the Golden Emperor, and the latter contains the true meaning of the Earth Emperor.

As his formation cultivation reached level seven, the speed of refining the Heaven-Stealing Cauldron also increased significantly. It would only take another two or three years to refine the Heaven-Stealing Cauldron to the hundredth level.

At that time, he will be able to possess the object and understand its true meaning.

Now, he has collected monks and spiritual treasures that contain the true meaning of the emperor in advance, and is fully prepared for future cultivation.

The rest of the time can also be spent concentrating on retreat.

…

Time flies, and sixty years pass by in a blink of an eye.

On the Zhongzhou Continent, demonic energy quietly breeds, gradually eroding every inch of land.

Many monsters were infected by the evil spirit and began to become demons.

These demonized beasts are inspired to be violent and violent, their combat power is doubled, their ferocity becomes more fierce, and their path to advancement is also greatly shortened.

They are raging all over Zhongzhou, attacking sects, threatening cities, and causing many living beings to live in fear.

The Ten Thousand Demons Mountain Range was originally the nest of monster beasts, but now it has become a place where demonized monsters overflow. However, thanks to the protection of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance, this place is more peaceful than other areas.

Whenever a tyrannical demonized monster appears, the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance will quickly organize manpower to encircle the monster and nip the threat in the cradle.

In addition, the remnants of the Ten Thousand Monster Kingdom have also restrained themselves a lot and no longer act recklessly.

Therefore, the monks near the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains were able to live and work in peace and contentment on this land, and the Nineteenth City became increasingly prosperous and became a rich place.

In Wan Yao Ridge, a majestic stone temple rises from the ground, standing on the top of the mountain.

The lights in the temple were brightly lit, illuminating a statue of the Demon King holding a long sword. The light and shadow intertwined, creating a mysterious and solemn atmosphere.

Outside the hall, all kinds of monsters lined up in two long lines, entered the hall one by one, knelt down and prayed devoutly.

Their expressions were solemn, no different from when humans worshiped immortal gods.

As the team slowly advanced, the monsters approaching the main hall became more and more silent, as if they were intimidated by some kind of majesty.

The demons in the middle and at the end of the queue had hesitant expressions on their faces and were whispering in twos and threes.

"I heard that a level five demonized monster appeared over at Crow Ridge a while ago and slaughtered all the creatures within a hundred miles." A wild boar demon with outturned lips and fangs asked in a low voice.

"I've also heard about this. My uncle escaped from Crow Ridge, and his entire family died tragically at the hands of the demonized beast. I heard from him that the demonized beast had no demonic qualities at all. He said that he would kill people when he saw them and suck their blood after killing them. The more blood he sucked, the more ferocious he became, the more murderous he was, and the more terrifying his power became. Suppression, but the result is one death and one injury, alas..." A green bull demon said, a trace of pain flashed in his eyes.

"What happened next? Which demon king took action to solve the matter?" the wild boar demon asked curiously.

"Since the death of the two demon kings, King Dianpeng and King Flame Wolf, we, the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom, have not dared to send demon kings to take action anymore. After all, the loss is too great and we cannot afford it." The green bull demon shook his head and said bitterly.

"That's true..." The wild boar demon sighed, "If the Demon King doesn't take action, we can only rely on Her Majesty the Queen."

"Her Majesty the Queen has great magical powers and is protected by the King of Ten Thousand Monsters. She is the only one who can protect our Ten Thousand Monster Kingdom." The Green Bull Demon followed in admiration.

There are not a few demon clans like them who tell trivial things about the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains.

Everyone is scared, each has his own melancholy, and each has his own expectations. When this troubled world comes, they are looking for their own way to survive.