Good Fortune Immortal Road

Chapter 179 The storm is rising

Just after Shen Lang killed Bai Haichan with a sword, the group of Jade Palace disciples shouted, saying that Shen Lang should commit suicide and apologize, or else they would lodge a serious protest with the Netherworld Sect.

After hearing the demands of this group of people, Shen Lang's face became even more disgusted with the people of Jade Palace. He pointed his sword in his hand, glanced at these people, and said coldly: "Who among you is dissatisfied? Come up over there and fight with us." I’ll fight.”

On the other hand, these Jade Palace disciples retreated one after another, fearing that Shen Lang would see them. Seeing such a scene, Shen Lang snorted, ignored them, and headed towards the Netherworld Sect's residence.

The monks present also underestimated the Jade Palace in their hearts. They couldn't even see the situation clearly, and they still thought of letting the winner commit suicide to apologize. It was really too stupid.

In a main hall of the Jade Palace, hundreds of millions of miles away, a group of monks in Chinese robes with terrifying cultivation skills also received the news of Bai Haichan's defeat. They were all silent and looked up at the man on the throne above. A middle-aged man.

I saw that this person was surrounded by purple energy, vaguely forming the image of a real dragon. Although he only wore an ordinary Taoist robe, his aura was like that of an emperor. This person was Ying Tianming, the master of the Jade Palace.

Ying Tianming tapped the throne with his fingers, and all the senior officials of the Jade Palace in the main hall remained silent for fear of offending the palace master.

"Bai Haichan is your disciple, Mr. Yu, right?" Although there was a question in his mouth, his tone gave people an unquestionable authority.

A trace of sadness flashed in the eyes of an old man in the main hall, and it was fleeting. If Ying Tianming hadn't been so powerful, he wouldn't have noticed this change.

This monk named Yu Lao was the master of Bai Haichan who was killed by Shen Lang. He was also an outstanding formation Grandmaster in the Jade Palace. He replied with a plain face: "Master Qi Palace, Haichan He is my close disciple."

Ying Tianming didn't seem to hear the blame in the other party's words. Instead, he raised his head and continued to knock on the throne, murmuring to himself: "That Shen Lang is pretty good. If we have more disciples like this in the palace, why can't we worry about it again? The glory of our ancestors.”

The implication was that he didn't care about Bai Haichan's death, and instead admired his opponent more. This made Yu Lao below feel unhappy, but there was a little dissatisfaction in his eyes.

The Yingda Palace Master had a keen eye and could clearly guess what Yu Lao was thinking. However, he did not intend to continue to attack Yu Lao. When the time came, he looked at Zhong Shan, the great elder in the palace.

"Senior Brother Zhong, I have practiced in seclusion these years, so I have troubled you to take care of the affairs in the palace." Ying Tianming raised the corners of his mouth and said casually with a hint of meaning.

But when it fell into Zhong Shan's ears, he felt like being struck by lightning, and he was sweating profusely. Even a master like him in the Immortal Transformation stage was trembling when facing this sect master.

"Palace Master, make atonement. Zhong Shan deserves to die." The usually majestic elder was shaking like chaff on his knees and begging for mercy.

Ying Tianming looked at him with an expression on his face and said calmly: "The Jade Palace is not the inheritance of you and me. If it wants to last forever, it naturally has its rules. Since Senior Brother Zhong admitted that he has made an appointment, how about going to the Tianlao? You should practice hard for ten years before you come out. You are also a person who is close to Transcending Tribulation, so you should just practice with peace of mind."

When Zhong Shan heard this, his heart dropped. Although the environment in the prison was harsh, it could help him stabilize his mind. This time, the palace master only punished him with ten years of hard training because of his current situation. His cultivation level is about to reach the fairyland.

Thanks to the palace master for his great kindness, the huge ambition in Zhongshan's heart was hidden with these words, and the monks who were friends with Zhongshan were all in danger. I don’t know how the owner of Dao Palace will punish him.

Ying Tianming glanced at the monks below with a cold gaze, showing a commanding aura that made them all bow down and worship, not daring to look at the sect leader.

"You are all the cornerstones of our Jade Palace. It is you who have brought the sect's strength, and it is also the sect that has given you this opportunity. If the sect declines that day, you will also fall, and there will be no eggs left behind. Don’t you understand this truth?” The voice was like thunder, making the following highly skilled monks tremble with fear.

After reprimanding these people, Ying Tianming waved his hand and told them not to worry: "I will forget about the past, but from now on, everyone in the palace must be prepared, except for those disciples who are focused on training. , the rest of the people have all left the sect, looking for their own opportunities outside, and muddying the water a bit, let me see who is really trying to get in trouble with our Jade Palace."

In the Yingui Demon Sect, Queen Yin and the two old men beside her also received the news.

One of the old women smiled so much that wrinkles appeared on her face: "That girl Jingjing has a good eye. Although the boy she likes is only in the Responsive Attunement stage, he has killed many geniuses on the Dragon and Tiger List. With this If my strength reaches the Foundation Building Stage, I'm afraid I can be in the top three."

Although in their eyes, the young monk on the Foundation Building Stage can be crushed to death with one finger, what this represents is the potential and future of a monk, and this is what they really value.

Another old woman retorted nonchalantly: "Then we have to wait until he can really get to that point. Otherwise, just looking at his current ranking, he is not as good as Jingjing. Even if he has great potential, he still has to wait until he grows up." It’s useful. Don’t we still see so few geniuses? Not to mention how many people have fallen by the wayside.”

After Yin Hou was silent for a moment, she said with a very serious face: "Don't underestimate that little guy, the trump card in his hand has not really been revealed, otherwise he could be among the top ten on the Tiger List right now. If he is allowed to grow up, he will be a more terrifying guy than the Liquor Sword."

The old woman who spoke before was a little unbelievable, but their sect leader Yinhou was very accurate in reading people. There was no doubt about this. Even she said so, so this boy must have limitless achievements in the future.

Queen Yin seemed to have thought of something and suddenly laughed out loud. The old woman who spoke first asked curiously: "Girl Yuyan, what did you think of that is so funny?"

These two old women are both Yin Queen's master-uncle level existences, and they have cared for her since she entered the profession. For so many years, they have always called Yin Queen by her real name except in front of others.

"It suddenly occurred to me that Young Man Shen's talent and potential are rare to see in ten thousand years, and now the Saint Child, the number one in the Netherworld Sect, was even known as the Netherworld Twins with his dead senior brother. The eyes of this Jiujian apprentice are quite different. Excellent, both apprentices are amazingly talented, but I don't know if this boy Shen will face that guy Yan Zhongtian in the future." Queen Yin expressed her thoughts thoughtfully.

The two old women also fell into silence. There were many talents in the other sect, but they also had to worry. As the saying goes, one of the two tigers will be injured when they fight. It seems that too many talents are not a good thing.

Looking back at my own Yingui Demon Sect, Jingjing has the best talent and potential now, but she is not interested in the sect's position. If she becomes a Taoist companion with Shen Lang in the future, it will be even more impossible to inherit the Yin Queen's legacy. Orthodoxy.

Thinking of this, the three of them sighed. They would rather have more geniuses in their sect. Even if they fight with each other, it is better than having no choice.

There are many rumors about Shen Lang circulating in Netherworld Sect. New disciples regard him as their idol, and many monks who are still starting to look at him with suspicion.

At this time, the ancestor of Jiujian had just received the latest news from Fairy Yuli. The ancestor grinned and laughed, very satisfied with his disciple. Fairy Yuli even loved the house and smiled and said: "This child is really good. , in such a short period of time, he can defeat those geniuses on the Dragon and Tiger List, and his future achievements will be limitless."

When the ancestor of Jiujian heard his lover praising his disciple, he lost his smile and said with disdain: "This brat is pretty good, but many real geniuses don't want to be on those rankings. Their strength Neither can be underestimated.”

Fairy Yuli rolled her eyes at him, knowing that he was deliberately showing off, and kept spinning her two jade fingers around the waist of the Jiujian Ancestor: "How can there be a master like you? The disciple has achieved such an achievement, and his heart is obviously full of joy. And you pretend to be nothing more than that.”

The ancestor of Jiujian begged for mercy again and again under the fairy's female power, and quickly said that he was wrong, but he was just worried that his disciple would be too proud, so Fairy Yuli gave up.

In the secret realm deep in the Netherworld Sect, two highly skilled men were playing chess in a pavilion. One of the older-looking monks suddenly said, "What do you think of the disciple of the Wine Sword?"

The young monk opposite paused for a moment with the chess piece in his hand. He didn't seem to expect that his master would ask such a question. After putting down the chess piece in his hand, he slowly said: "Not bad."

The older monk chuckled, seeming to be a little surprised by his disciple's answer: "In all these years, this is the first time I've heard you rely on others so much. I didn't expect that his status in your heart is quite high."

He knew his disciple very well. Although he only said two simple words, his evaluation was already very high.

The young disciple did not answer. He seemed to be used to his master teasing him like this. This made his master's face darken. The disciple had no choice but to continue asking: "Then do you think you will threaten him in the future?" Your status?"

"You lose." Without giving any face to his master, Bai Zi fell down and slaughtered the opponent's dragon.

His master screamed weirdly and shouted: "It doesn't count just now. My chess piece is obviously not in that place, so this one doesn't count."

As he spoke, he messed up the chessboard. There were no chess pieces left, and the young disciple's face did not change at all. He just said softly: "Master, this is the 6742nd time you are cheating."

His master waved his hand with disdain and said: "What a mess, how could I, the majestic master of the Netherworld Sect, do such a thing? The game just now does not count, let's start over."

Unexpectedly, the two people in front of him were the world-famous Netherworld Sect master, and the disciple in front of him was now the number one Saint Child of Netherworld Sect, known as the peerless genius Yan Zhongtian who would never be born again.

The master and apprentice continued to play chess, and no one mentioned the previous topic again, but from the smile in the eyes of the Netherworld Sect master, one could tell that he already knew the answer.

At this time, Shen Lang was on his way to the Netherworld Sect station. He kept thinking about the brand-new swordsmanship he had learned in these two battles in his mind, and he had an idea in his mind.

Although he narrowly defeated his opponent in today's series of battles, he also learned new swordsmanship. If he can master the remaining swordsmanship, when he once again enters the unity of heaven and man, he will be able to upgrade these swordsmanship to the highest level. Divine Ability level, how powerful will his Dao Foundation be in the future? Thinking of this, Shen Lang had some concerns.

When I was lost in thought, I heard a cold and arrogant female voice: "The little thief is watching his moves."

Hearing the sound of tearing through the airflow, Shen Lang turned around in response, smashed a piece of magnetic star light with his bare hands, and looked at the woman in front of him who had taken action against him.

This woman was wearing a plain white dress, and she had the appearance of a fish and a wild goose, and she was staring at Shen Lang with interest.

The woman suddenly asked: "Are you the little murderer Shen Lang who has become famous recently?"

Hearing the woman's question, Shen Lang frowned. He didn't understand what the other party meant, so he could only answer calmly: "If you want to say Shen Lang, it's me, not some little murderer."

The other party chuckled, seeming a little amused that Shen Lang was so wary. After seeing Shen Lang frown, she said coquettishly: "My master also asked you to take care of others, but I haven't seen you come to me for so long since I came to the capital of Youquan." .”

Hearing what the other party said, Shen Lang suddenly remembered the identity of the woman in front of him, and asked with some speculation: "Could you be Senior Linglong's disciple?"

"Yes, I am Liuli. According to my age, you should call me senior sister." The girl named Liuli said proudly.

(End of chapter)