Fairy Tree

Many people don't know that there is already an undercurrent surging in the Beitian Broken Realm.

Deep in the Thousand Grass Wild Forest, in the endless mountains that can be seen at a glance, countless palaces have been built. These palaces are scattered all over the mountainside and top of the mountain, and there are countless palaces.

On top of the three tallest peaks in the center, there stands a huge castle in the air. The castle is like an upside-down mountain peak, extending just above the white clouds. The huge city is built on the upside-down peak. on top of the mountain.

This is the gate of the Divine Phantom Sect - Three Spirit Peaks. The huge upside-down mountain peak above the Three Spirit Peaks is the important place of the Divine Phantom Sect - the Phantom City.

The Phantom City is not open to the outside world. Only disciples of the inner sect and above of the Phantom Sect can enter. Moreover, restrictions are set up in many places, and corresponding identity tokens are required to pass these restrictions.

The entire Phantom City is in the shape of a staircase. Starting from the city gate, there is a white stone staircase dozens of feet wide, extending to the very back of the city, the Phantom Palace.

The Phantom Palace is the hidden cultivation place of the leader of the Phantom Sect, and it is a forbidden area of ​​the Phantom City. Even the core elders of the inner domain cannot enter without being summoned.

It is said that the Phantom Spirit Sect has millions of disciples, and many of its disciples are capable of raising spiritual pets. In the mid-air around the Three Spirit Peaks, various spiritual pets were seen flying, including double-winged lions, and some. There are cloud-riding tigers, Qujing cranes, and even many poisonous insects and poisons, such as centipedes with two wings, and toads that burst into colorful auspicious clouds in one leap.

The Illusion Spirit Sect not only collects the eggs of various spiritual beasts, ferocious beasts and demonic beasts in the world of immortality, but also tames them through the sect's secrets to become their own spiritual pets.

After building the foundation, disciples of the Illusion Spirit Sect can go to the Beast Pavilion and select their own beast eggs. This process is also random. The beast eggs in the Beast Pavilion are generally above the second level, and they are all disciples of the sect. From then on, They are collected from various places and sold to the sect at a certain price. Of course, there are also some mission items handed in by the sect disciples through missions.

According to legend, there are even beast eggs above the desolate level in the beast pavilion. Of course, this also depends on the opportunities of many disciples of the Illusory Spirit Sect. If you are lucky, if you can select a desolate level beast egg, it will be nothing less than... One step to reach the sky.

Even if the selected beast eggs are not satisfactory, it doesn’t matter. The beast eggs provided by the Phantom Spirit Sect’s Beast Pavilion can only be regarded as the welfare of the sect. If you find higher-level beast eggs in the future, you can also cultivate them yourself. This is the point of the sect. The door does not have any restrictions.

It was very dark in the Phantom Palace, and the only light was a few long lamps on several pillars dozens of feet away, emitting a faint orange light.

Deep in the palace, there is a high platform about ten feet high. On the high platform, there is a person sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, as if he is wandering around and comprehending the rules.

Suddenly, streaks of golden aura appeared in the mid-air around the main hall. The moment these golden auras appeared, the person sitting cross-legged on the high platform had not made any move, but a ferocious head suddenly lifted up beside him. The broad-mouthed fangs and fist-sized eyes emitted a black halo, like a ball of black flames, staring at the golden light.

The golden auras gathered together and then transformed into a white-haired old man.

"Roar~~" A roar resounded in the hall, shaking the surrounding stone pillars and walls.

Through the golden aura, I saw that the person on the top of the high platform was actually a middle-aged man in his forties. He had three long beards that hung softly on his chest. His fair and tender skin was a bit pink. At first glance, he looked like a middle-aged man in his forties. At first glance, it looks quite a bit like an immortal.

He also slowly opened his eyes, glanced at the ferocious head beside him, and said lightly: "Mo Huang, please be patient."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the white-haired old man, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

"It turns out to be Brother Jinsou. I'm afraid we haven't seen each other for ten thousand years, right?" The middle-aged man slowly stood up and walked off the platform with a slight flicker.

"Hey, if this evil beast hadn't met me a few times, I'm afraid it would have attacked me directly."

"Roar~" The ferocious head roared in dissatisfaction, then retracted its head back to the high platform and disappeared without a trace.

"Sect Master Mo, I haven't seen you for a long time. I have made great progress in my cultivation. I have actually advanced to the late stage of transcending the tribulation. I'm really ashamed. I have been enlightened for thousands of years and it is still difficult to make progress. It seems that qualifications are something I have to wait for. There is a difference." Jin Sou glanced at the middle-aged man, then sighed softly and said.

"Brother Jinsou, we haven't seen you for ten thousand years, why are you being hypocritical? It's just an illusion. It has been sealed. Has it come out of the mountain again?" The middle-aged man said with a slight smile.

"Haha, Sect Master Mo's character has not changed after thousands of years. He is still so witty and humorous. Since I appear, it naturally means that the Mitian Illusion has been reborn. It's just that the disciples of Tianmou Palace have not appeared in the Northern Territory yet. ”

"Oh? After the realm owner disappeared, the Mitian Illusion Realm was sealed off from the world. Thousands of years have passed. According to Mo's original speculation, the Mitian Illusion Realm would never be born unless a new Mahayana monk was born. Could it be that Mi Tian Illusion Realm would not be born unless a new Mahayana monk was born? Has a new realm owner appeared in the illusion?" The middle-aged man asked with a bit of surprise in his eyes when he heard this.

Hearing this, Jin Sou shook his head and said with a wry smile: "The Mahayana period is not easy. You and I were both extremely talented people back then. We were also very high-spirited and thought that it would be easy to advance to the Mahayana in the future. Now thousands of years have passed. How has our Tianmou Palace ever truly advanced to the Mahayana stage? Since the disappearance of the Master of the Illusion Realm, we have also sealed off the realm and have not absorbed any more fresh blood. How can we produce amazingly talented people? In fact, it is not just Brother Mo, but I also think that I will never return to the spiritual world in this life."

"Oh? Then why is Brother Jinsou here?"

Jin Sou smiled mysteriously, and a black light flashed in his hand, revealing a token.

Seeing the token, the middle-aged man's face changed drastically, and he exclaimed: "Tianmou Ling? Tianmou Ling is the personal token of the realm master. Seeing the order is like seeing a person. Why is this, Brother Jinsou?"

The middle-aged man saw Jin Sou take out the Tianmou Order. The owner of Tianmou Palace had disappeared ten thousand years ago. Jin Sou came with the order at this moment. Could it be that he wanted to use Tianmou Palace to suppress him?

Jin Sou also heard the dissatisfaction in the middle-aged man's words, his face condensed, and then he said loudly: "Seeing orders is like seeing people, Mo Junwen obeys orders."

The middle-aged man's body was shaken. Although he was dissatisfied, he did not dare to resist the order of Heaven. In the human race in the spiritual world, Mahayana monks are respected. This has been the rule for countless years, whether it is the four major spiritual realms or the ten major sects. Doors are all like this.

Once a Mahayana monk appears in the human race, various sect forces will respect them. If they disobey, they will suffer the disaster of annihilation of the sect. This kind of thing has happened countless times for countless thousands of years.

This is also the reason why the human race can still survive despite its weak situation.

"Mo Junwen pays homage to Palace Master Tianmou." The middle-aged man knelt down on one knee and said.

Jin Sou's expression softened, and he spoke words that stunned Mo Junwen: "I have returned, and the human race will rise strongly. Now I order Mo Junwen to integrate the ten major sects, assemble the immortal army, and wait for the decree. The day when the decree comes is when the human race will regain the Northern Territory."

Mo Junwen was stunned. He was smart and understood from the will conveyed by Jin Sou that Huantianmou might not be dead. Now he has returned. With his Mahayana stage, he had nothing to say when issuing the will, but let him He reorganized the immortal armies of the ten major sects and soon invaded the Northern Territory.

Isn't this asking for death?

The Nine Lines of the Spirit Clan have been running the Northern Territory for a long time. Now the Spirit Clan has three Mahayana monks. One of them has even perfected the power of the rules and achieved the realm of the Spirit Lord. Let alone the human race. It is the high-end combat power of Beitian Broken Realm that has been gathered together, and it is no match for others.

Just as he was hesitating, he suddenly thought of what Jin Sou had said before, "I?"

Two black lights suddenly burst out in Mo Junwen's eyes, which were three feet long, and the entire hall seemed to be suddenly plunged into darkness.

"Could it be said that the Realm Master has integrated the power of rules? And what the Realm Master has understood is the prophecy rule, one of the ten major rules. So, the Great Great Spirit Master?"

Mo Junwen had a look of horror on his face, and he stuttered when he spoke. You can't blame him for this. Anyone who knew that the human race had a great spiritual master would probably lose their composure like this.

Those low-level monks may not have any idea of ​​what the Great Spirit Lord means, but they, the peak beings of the human race, know very well that a Great Spirit Lord represents the fate of the human race and represents the future of the weak human race. It can rise strongly.

"Yes, the Great Spirit Master has gone through many hardships and wandered in a foreign land for thousands of years. By chance, he has understood the Tao and harmonized the rules, and has achieved the position of the Great Spirit Master. Now that he has returned with strength, he will surely lead our people to regain their former status. The Spirit Race will be the sacrificial stone for our human race.”

"Sect Master Mo, take the order."

Mo Junwen took over the Tianmou Order from Jin Sou in a daze, still a little disbelieving, but looking at the heavy token in his hand, he understood that Jin Sou was definitely not joking with him.

He swallowed hard: "The Illusion Spirit Sect accepts the order."

"Okay, Brother Mo, please get up. We were colleagues just now. You and I have known each other for tens of thousands of years. Now we meet again after thousands of years. Why don't you stop hiding your precious Mo Soul Tea and bring it out to entertain me?" What?" Jin Sou raised his hand to support him.

Mo Junwen stood up and suddenly laughed.

"Haha, I didn't expect, I didn't expect that the realm master would return from all the tribulations and achieve the realm of the Great Spirit Master. From now on, our human race will be able to rise strongly." Two drops of tears rolled down from the corners of Mo Junwen's eyes. The ground turned into two groups of pitch-black flames, showing a hint of weirdness.

Seeing this, Jin Sou was also very surprised and thought to himself: "It seems that Brother Mo's Ink True Fire Immortal Technique is close to completion."

At the same time, Jin Sou also felt sad. These human monks had been oppressed by the Spirit Race for many years. They looked respectful on the surface, but in fact they were all depressed and aggrieved. There were even several monks in the Tribulation Stage who ended up being extremely depressed and depressed. This leads to the invasion of inner demons and premature death before the end of life.

So he can understand Mo Junwen's gaffe. This is the bone-chilling hatred that has been accumulated in their hearts for tens of thousands of years, especially the massacre carried out by the Spirit Clan against the human race more than 30,000 years ago. In that massacre, most of them were killed. Ordinary mortals of the human race, and even the immortal world have lost several monks in the tribulation stage. To this day, they still don't understand why the spirit race carried out that massacre.

Mo Junwen and Jin Sou both embarked on the path to immortality at that time, so that disaster was deeply engraved in their bones. However, they have practiced so far and know how to hide themselves and keep this knowledge. The hatred was deeply suppressed in my heart, and I never expressed it.

When he learned that the realm master was not dead, but had also returned from the calamity and achieved the realm of the Great Spirit Master, the hatred deep in his heart could not be suppressed and burst out directly.

Jin Sou didn't speak, letting Mo Junwen look up to the sky and laugh. It wasn't until after a cup of tea that Mo Junwen stopped, gently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said, "Mo lost his composure and made Brother Jin laugh. "

Jin Sou nodded and did not say any words of comfort. He knew very well that the depression in the hearts of people of his generation was tormenting him in despair all the time.

Even many people's sects and clans have died under the butcher's knife of the Spirit Clan. Jin Sou still remembers that an immortal army among the Spirit Clan back then was named Rentu.

"Brother Mo, it is not appropriate for more people to know about the Great Spirit Master besides the masters of the ten major divine sects. The Great Spirit Master is planning something and it will take some time."

"Mo Junwen must keep his mouth shut and never let anyone except the masters of the ten major divine sects know about it. Otherwise, he will be invaded by the devil and his meridians will be burned to death." Mo Junwen's face was serious, and he actually shouted. The inner demon's oath.

"Oh, by the way, the leader of the Black Poison Divine Sect was the traitor to our human race back then. The Great Spirit Master was besieged that year, and this person played a big role in it."

"What? Is it Poison?" After hearing this, Mo Junwen's face suddenly darkened, his eyes filled with murderous intent, and even the surrounding temperature dropped by dozens of degrees in an instant.

"Actually, this matter was not Du Ze's original intention. He is just a poor person who was taken advantage of by the spirit clan. Moreover, he has been punished and imprisoned by the Great Spirit Lord in the Phantom Cave for seclusion. Unless one day he can Advance to the Mahayana stage, otherwise you will not be able to come out in this life.”

"The Great Spirit Master did not kill him. Huh, the Great Spirit Master has mercy. If it were Mo, he would definitely be destroyed physically and mentally."

"The Great Spirit Lord has a great love for our human race. After knowing that Poison Ze was not his original intention, he opened his eyes. In fact, he couldn't bear to let our human race lose a top-level monk who has transcended the tribulation period. Okay, Great Spirit Lord's The decree has been delivered, and Brother Mo is requested to follow the instructions of the Great Spirit Master and secretly stop the human race's immortal army as soon as possible, and wait for action. Jin took his leave. "

"Wait a minute." Mo Junwen stopped Jin Sou and said with a smile: "Brother Jin comes and goes in a hurry, so Mo will not sneak away. This box of Mo Soul Tea is a gift to Brother Jin. When we have time someday, let's have a good time." Reminiscing about old times.”

"Mo Soul Tea?" Jin Sou's eyes lit up and he laughed and said, "Brother Mo is interested, but I will be disrespectful."

Jin Sou took a wooden box from Mo Junwen, put it into the star ring without looking at it, and then said goodbye and left.

As a large piece of golden light burst out from Jin Sou's body again, shooting in all directions, and his figure also split with the scattered golden light, and then disappeared without a trace as the golden light disappeared.

Mo Junwen was bowing to see Jin Sou off. After he left, he stood up and looked at the Tianmou Ling in his hand, falling into deep thought.