Chronicles of Celestial Origins

After working back and forth for several months, Tang Ning transferred more than a million low-grade spiritual stones to Netherworld Gufang City in exchange for more than 8,000 medium-grade spiritual stones.

After handing the last batch of spiritual stones to Yu Xun and receiving 1,600 middle-grade spiritual stones from him, Tang Ning breathed a sigh of relief.

The work was finally over. His original idea of ​​moving all the materials in the cave to prevent the Demon Sect disciples from finding them came to an abrupt end at this moment.

It only took him more than two months to move the spiritual stones from one storage room to the Netherworld Valley. If he had to move all the seven or eight storage rooms in the cave, it would not take him more than a year or two. .

Besides, where should I move to? It’s a long journey! It's hard work. If you don't move away from Jiangdong, it will have no effect. If the Demon Sect disciples know about this, they will still search in Jiangdong.

Tang Ning picked up a few things in the cave and put the usable and slightly valuable ones into a few storage bags. The rest was left intact and untouched.

It is better for people to be content and not be too greedy. He comforted himself and collected the formation flags one by one. This was the most valuable thing in the cave. Considering the power of this defensive formation, it would be impossible to obtain it without hundreds of thousands of spirit stones.

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The endless plain is filled with clear blue sky, and two figures are chasing each other in mid-air.

Yang Yunzhi turned around and saw the figure behind him getting closer and closer, feeling anxious.

Not long after, a ray of golden light came from behind. It was a golden long sword with cold light shining. The sword turned into several feet in size and slashed down.

Yang Yunzhi had no choice but to pull out a black bell with his left hand, which turned into a ten-foot-long bell and covered his body.

There was a loud bang, and the giant sword struck the Xuan Bell.

Xuan Zhong shook violently. She was also affected by this fluctuation, and her body swayed slightly.

After such a delay, the man was already in front of him. The golden giant sword slashed down in the air, and Yang Xianzhi knew that his cultivation level was not as good as that of the man, and his magical weapon was not as powerful as his opponent. Such a head-to-head competition in spiritual power would only lead to death.

Right now, he is in mid-air, unable to reach the sky or the ground, and many spells cannot be used.

At that moment, he ran straight down to the ground, with the man and the golden giant sword following closely behind him.

"Let's see how long you can hold on?" The man laughed and controlled the giant sword to slash down continuously.

Yang Yunzhi's face turned slightly pale, and he formed seals with his hands, condensing several feet-long golden spears, and stabbed the man.

The man pinched a spell in his hand, split the golden giant sword into four, and slashed at the golden spears. When the two collided, there was a sound of gold and stone hitting each other. Yang Xianzhi took this opportunity, flipped his left hand, and struck several golden spears. The mysterious needle came out of his hand and went straight to the man's face.

The man was concentrating on dealing with the golden spear. After a few blows with the giant sword, the golden spear was about to disappear. At that moment, when he saw the golden needle coming, he retreated violently, formed seals with his hands, and a golden wall instantly condensed, covering Xuan Xuan. The needles are all present.

He made a seal in his hand, and the golden giant sword merged into one. The sword energy surged another two or three feet, and it slashed straight down towards the black bell.

After several loud bangs, the big black bell finally couldn't withstand the attack of the big sword and cracked a hole.

Seeing this, Yang Yunzhi knew that misfortune was inevitable. She closed her eyes and recalled everything she had experienced for half her life. Her family had made a living by herding horses for generations. When she was young, she and her father often galloped on the grassland. She saw eagles striking the sky and the sun setting in the west. With spiritual roots, he was selected by the messenger of destiny and entered the Qianyi Sect, bidding farewell to the mortal world.

Many years later, she walked out of the mountain gate and returned home. Her father and mother died of illness, leaving only one brother, who was married and had children, and spent his days herding horses and sheep. She did not show up to meet him, but followed him quietly for three days before drifting away. From then on, she cut off the last trace of worldly ties and devoted herself to practice. She never thought that she would die here today and her whole life would end here.

The big black bell broke inch by inch, and the golden sword slashed down on her face. The strong wind stirred up made her clothes rattle.

The expected sharp sword did not hit her, but instead she heard the slightly painful shout of the Demon Sect disciple. She opened her eyes and saw a man with handsome features, ten feet away, with his five fingers turned into claws, pointing towards the Demon Sect. The disciple grabbed his head, and the surging spiritual energy around him kept squeezing into his body.

The demon sect disciple's face was red, veins popped out on his head, and his whole body's spiritual power was spinning wildly, resisting the external spiritual pressure.

With a loud shout, his whole body's spiritual power suddenly erupted, breaking through the external spiritual power constraints. He escaped from the clutches of the handsome man in a series of figures. Without looking back, he quickly picked up the magic weapon and flew away in the air.

The handsome man snorted softly, and a ray of green light shot out from his waist. In a few breaths, he caught up with the Demon Sect disciple and struck him from above. The Demon Sect disciple took out a crimson shield and turned it into a ten-foot-long shield to block it. Overhead, people continued to run.

The green light hit the red shield, cutting it and the Demon Sect disciples, including the flying magic weapon at their feet, into two like cutting tofu.

With a bang, the body of the Demon Sect disciple split into two, fell from the air and hit the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

The green light returned to the man's hand in a few flashes, and it was a three-foot-long green wooden ruler.

"Disciple Yang Yunzhi has met Uncle Tang." Yang Yunzhi was overjoyed and hurried forward, bowed and said softly.

This man was none other than Tang Ning. On his way back to his sect from the Jingping Mountains, he saw a flash of light below that seemed to be fighting between monks. He stopped and took a closer look. He vaguely saw one of them wearing Qianyi Sect clothes, which looked like a sect. The disciples in the sect are at a disadvantage and are in a critical situation.

He decisively came to help. He originally planned to subdue the man first and ask about the situation before dealing with him. Unexpectedly, the man resisted desperately, so he beheaded him.

Tang Ning saw that she was thin, had a weak face, and looked timid. She looked familiar, but couldn't remember where she had seen her before.

From what she said, it was obvious that she knew him, so he guessed that he might be a disciple from the Intelligence Division Action Team.

So he asked: "Which team are you from, and what mission are you going out to perform?"

Yang Yunzhi was stunned for a moment, and then replied: "My disciple belongs to the Qingxuan Palace Division. A few days ago, a small group of demon sect monks occupied the sect's silver ore industry in Xuwu Mountain. The sect ordered our troops to go and kill those people. Retake the land of earth and silver ore."

The Qingxuan Palace Division was not an action team under the Intelligence Department, so Tangning blurted out: "Since you are a disciple of the Qingxuan Palace, how do you know me?"

"Tang Shishu's fame is well-known in the sect. No one knows it. The disciples also saw him display his wonderful magic and magical powers outside the competition venue." Yang Yunzhi said.

Tangning smiled and glanced at the broken black bell at her feet: "Why are you Qingxuan Palace disciples so incorruptible? In a life-and-death struggle, can't you afford a good magic weapon? Even the magic weapon of the Demon Sect disciples can't afford it." If you are better than you, why should you fight them?"

Her mysterious black bell is a top-grade magic weapon, but the Demon Sect disciple's golden sword is a top-grade magic weapon.

Yang Yunzhi's face turned slightly red: "Disciple originally had a good magic weapon, but the back part was damaged."

"Which senior brother are you leading the team? How come you are the only one fighting with that demon sect monk, and where are the others?" Tang Ning couldn't help but see that she only had the eighth level of Qi refining, but she was facing a tenth level of Qi refining. asked

"The leader of the team is Senior Uncle Chen Da from our headquarters. Several senior brothers from our headquarters and I were ambushed when we were chasing the disciples of the Demon Sect. We each ran away, so we were separated from our senior brothers from our headquarters."

"Oh? Senior Brother Chen Da." Tang Ning thought of the man with thick eyebrows and big eyes in the competition venue.

In recent years, Jiang Yuhuan, Wei Yaqin and other new generation disciples who shined in the last competition have now established their foundations and become the backbone of the Qianyi Sect.

With a move of his hand, he took the storage bag on the waist of the Demon Sect disciple into his hand, threw it to Yang Yunzhi and said: "It is no longer what it used to be. The Demon Sect's Taoism has risen, and it has the resources to compete with our Xuanmen. We will fight against them in the future. It will become more and more intense, and you disciples at the bottom level must also know how to protect yourself. It is not easy to practice a practice. Spend more spiritual stones on magic weapons, and you will not suffer any losses. "

"Yes, I will follow Uncle Tang's teachings."

Tangning didn't say anything as her body flashed into light and flew away.

"Uncle Tang." Yang Yunzhi suddenly shouted

Tangning stopped and looked back.

"Thank you."

Tang Ning looked at her watery eyes, and suddenly flashed in her mind the little girl with pear blossoms and rain in the mountains of Sheofan, and the white goose that resolutely crashed into the cliff. Their appearances gradually merged into one. No wonder she looked a little... She looked familiar, it was her.

Seeing him disappearing away, Yang Yunzhi felt a little sad and sighed slightly. Master Tang Xian... still couldn't remember him after all.

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Not long after Tang Ning returned to the sect, a woman with red lips and white teeth came to him, bowed and said in salute: "Disciple Wei Yun has met Master Tang. Master, please come to visit me."

Tang Ning nodded. This woman was Kong Fanxing's new disciple this year. She was currently serving in the intelligence office. The two came to Kong Fanxing's cave. In the pavilion, Kong Fanxing and Zhu Xu were sitting opposite each other, playing chess with each other. .

Tang Ning has also played chess with Kong Fanxing here several times in the past few years. What a lucky draw! Usually it's a thousand spiritual stones.

He didn't know much about playing chess. He had only read a few chess books and had no actual combat experience. Therefore, his chess skills were far inferior to Kong Fanxing's, but he couldn't bear to ignore him when he came to visit his cave. Each time he ended up in disastrous results.

Zhu Xu was different from Tang Ning. He knew chess and was a master at it. However, he lost more than he won when playing chess with Kong Fanxing.

Tang Ning sat aside and watched. The two black and white twins were fighting inextricably. They thought hard about every step they took. In the end, Zhu Xu was still defeated by Kong Fanxing, and was defeated by his hand by half an eye.

Kong Fanxing laughed loudly and was very happy: "Senior Brother Zhu, you are still half a step behind in chess!"

Zhu Xu didn't say anything, with a sullen face, he reached out and handed the black porcelain bottle to Kong Fanxing. He had always been like this, so he couldn't show his happiness or anger.

Kong Fanxing took the porcelain vase and put it away, looked at Tangning and said, "Junior brother Tang is back. Senior brother Zhu just lost. Let's play a round. The old rules are, one for three."