Immortal Palace Longevity

Although his attitude was slightly cold, True Lord Zihong did not mean to be embarrassed and immediately controlled the silver flying sword to land.

"A hundred years have passed, and I didn't expect that it would be this son who finally set foot on the Yuanying Avenue and took charge of the Yuanyang Sect."

"And Master Changfeng has returned to ordinary..."

Among the crowd, a golden elixir male cultivator with slightly dark skin looked at "True Lord Qingyang" for a few times without any trace, and a complicated look flashed in his eyes.

This man carries a huge black sword on his back, and has the aura of "a heavy sword without an edge, a large sword without any craftsmanship". He is exactly the "Zhenren Zhongxuan" who had a close relationship back then.

More than a hundred years have passed, and his cultivation has reached the peak of Jindan.

But Chongxuan was from the same period as Changfeng, and was even older than the latter. Now that he was over six hundred years old, his energy and blood had already begun to decline.

The physical state does not allow him to hit the Nascent Soul bottleneck.

It's over before it even begins!

Looking at the eloquent "True Lord Qingyang", although Zhongxuan's face was calm, he couldn't help but feel a little lonely in his heart.

The Nascent Soul bottleneck is as difficult as climbing to the sky. Even famous Jindan monks like them will not be able to succeed if they don't have the opportunity.

More than a hundred years have passed, and none of the top golden elixirs of the five sects back then have set foot on the Nascent Soul Avenue.

"People like me, like the great sun at this moment, are about to come to an end."

"And tomorrow, the sun will rise as usual."

While walking, looking at the sun that was about to set in the Western Mountains, Master Zhongxuan let out a subtle sigh, feeling quite a bit lonely like a hero in his twilight years.

In these years, the top golden elixirs of the five sects have hit the bottleneck of Yuanying, but they have all failed like Master Changfeng.

Either he will die directly, or his strength will be greatly reduced and lost to the public.

"Senior Brother Tianfeng once said before he passed away that fellow Taoist Zihong was one of his few friends, and he told Liu not to neglect him."

Under the gaze of thousands of monks, Liu Yu and Zihong stood side by side with a smile on their faces.

As he spoke, he winked, and Elder Jindan immediately stepped forward and led the remaining monks of Waning Moon Valley aside.

As for himself, he led Zihong Zhenren towards the inside.

The world of cultivating immortals is very hierarchical, and a dignified ancestor would naturally not sit in the same hall with low-level monks, let alone eat at the same table.

During this baby-making ceremony, the Qi-refining and foundation-building monks could only sit in the open air and eat in and around the Shanmen Square according to their strength and status.

As for Jindan Zhenren, the standard of treatment is obviously at a higher level. He spends his time in a separate attic room, and occasionally the Jindan elders show up to entertain him.

As for the four sects of golden elixirs, they naturally have to be treated differently. The elders of the golden elixirs will be present throughout the banquet.

After passing through the bustling square filled with tables and chairs of all kinds, it didn't take long for the two of them to arrive in front of a main hall, where the Yuanyang Sect entertained distinguished guests.

The palace is magnificent and covers an extremely large area. Its architectural style is classical and luxurious, and is in line with the grand style.

All the details reflect the profound heritage of nine thousand years.

Outside the hall, two teams of white-clothed inner disciples stared intently, and their cultivation levels had all reached the peak of Qi refining.

They stood on both sides of the palace gate like a forbidden army to prevent irrelevant people from disturbing the ancestor's elegant mood.

In the hall, a huge round table is placed in the center of the hall, on which are already full of spiritual melons, spiritual fruits, fairy jelly and jade dew.

There are only five chairs arranged around the round table, which are obviously the seats of the Yuan Ying ancestors of the five sects.

"Fellow Taoist Qingyang, you don't have to be so polite. Cangyue Valley and Guizong have always been on good terms. Naturally, I will not be your friend this time."

"It's just that the other three factions depend on the strength of fellow Taoists."

After sitting down, Zhenjun Zihong expressed his attitude straight to the point, and then gave a reminder.

"Don't worry, fairy. Since you have invited all fellow Taoists to come, Liu is confident."

Hearing this, Liu Yu smiled faintly.

"oh?"

True Lord Zihong's eyes moved and he looked deeply at Liu Yu.

Seeing how confident the other party was, she was quite surprised, and a little curious arose in her heart.

According to the information received, it has not been more than a year since Qingyang gave birth to a baby.

According to common sense, the realm should not even be stable, but at this time, it seems to be very confident.

"He Laomo" of the Hehuan Sect is not an easy person, and his cultivation level is still a small level higher, which is not within the range that the new Nascent Soul can deal with.

Do you really have something to rely on?

Or are you ignorant and arrogant?

"interesting."

Feeling the solid and stable spiritual pressure fluctuations around the other party, Zihong Zhenjun's eyes flashed, looking forward to the next "good show".

"Um?"

Just after saying a few polite words, Liu Yu's expression changed and he looked towards the mountain gate.

In the spiritual induction, a stream of Nascent Soul spiritual pressure approached rapidly.

"Is it the old devil of Hehuan?"

"Still the old Taoist Yun Yi?"

Thinking like this, he nodded towards True Lord Zihong and quickly rushed to the mountain gate.

The two True Lords of Piaoxue Pavilion are Taoist lovers and they always act together. This time they only felt a surge of spiritual pressure, so they could not be Nascent Soul cultivators of Piaoxue Pavilion.

…

Accompanied by spiritual pressure as high as a mountain or a sea, a huge red escaping light came from the sky, with twenty or thirty monks wrapped in it.

When the light dispersed, the "Old Devil of Hehuan" whom Liu Yu had met once, was suddenly at the front.

"snort!"

He Laomo snorted coldly, as if he wanted to show off his power, but his spiritual pressure did not restrain at all.

At the mountain gate, all the monks suddenly stiffened, as if a huge boulder was pressing on them, and they were a little breathless.

Looking down at the group of low-level monks staggering around, He Laomo, who was wearing a pink robe, had a trace of disdain in his eyes and stood silently in the air without saying a word.

In the distance, Liu Yu frowned as his consciousness took in this scene.

They were only ten miles apart, and he did not hide himself on purpose. It was impossible for the other party not to notice his presence.

But he still acted like this, and his attitude was very arrogant, which clearly showed that he had bad intentions.

"Perhaps in his eyes, I am still just the young Jindan, and I am not worthy of being compared with him."

Thinking like this, Liu Yu had a blank expression on his face, but a cold light was already visible in his eyes.

If he left it alone and let the disciples of the sects below and the vassals of the Yuan Kingdom fall to the ground, although they would not say anything, his reputation would undoubtedly plummet.

The other party was so arrogant, and it would be useless to persuade him with kind words. It would only make him more aggressive. He had to fight back fiercely!

In a short moment, many thoughts flashed through his mind, and Liu Yu had already made a decision.

The mana in his body was running, and his figure flashed, and he appeared at the mountain gate the next moment.

"Boom!!!"

Without a single word of nonsense, the Nascent Soul spiritual pressure, which was as real as a physical one, burst out from Liu Yu's body and headed straight at the He Old Demon spiritual pressure.

"Bang!!!"

In the direct confrontation between the two Nascent Soul spiritual pressures, the surrounding spiritual energy suddenly became extremely chaotic, and explosions sounded in the air one after another.

Invisibly, the two powerful auras kept colliding, and they clashed dozens or hundreds of times in an instant.

The next moment, the spiritual pressure that enveloped many low-level cultivators suddenly dissipated, and they felt relieved all over, and couldn't help but look up.

One was wearing a black robe, and the other was wearing a pink robe, both of them were unusually burly.

About a mile apart, the two men faced each other with their robes fluttering, and the two powerful auras were colliding fiercely.

"Qingyang Zhenjun!"

"Hehuan Old Demon!"

The moment they looked up, thousands of low-level cultivators locked onto the two.

The auras of both were as unfathomable as the sea, and the spiritual pressure that was revealed wantonly made people terrified.

Each of them has an indescribable strong sense of presence.

Just standing there, even if they do nothing, they cannot be ignored.

It seems that everything in the world revolves around the two of them.

In comparison, even the high-ranking Jindan Zhenren seems insignificant at this moment, and has completely become a background and foil.

"Judging from the spiritual pressure, the strength of this He Lao Mo is indeed comparable to that of the uninjured Tianfeng."

"Better than the initial cultivators I have seen before, such as "Qingshui Zhenjun"."

"But this level is still within the scope of coping, and there is no need to use the Ruined Sword or other trump cards."

During the confrontation, Liu Yu thought silently while carefully feeling the opponent's spiritual pressure and breath.

Although it is a ninth-grade Jindan, with a "two-color Yuanying" as the foundation, and also taking "nurturing pills".

But the opponent is one small realm higher after all. If it is just a simple comparison of spiritual pressure, he still began to fall into a disadvantage in a breath.

Because of the position of the sect, the two are inherently hostile and almost impossible to reconcile.

So Liu Yu didn't waste any words, and didn't say a word from beginning to end, showing a tough attitude.

Not giving in!

"This level of spiritual pressure is definitely not something a newly promoted Nascent Soul can possess."

"But the news is absolutely true, there is no way there is any mistake, and it is indeed not long ago that he formed a Nascent Soul."

"What means did Qingyang use to quickly pass the stage of the newly promoted Nascent Soul?"

"Could it be that Tianfeng, the old immortal, prepared a "nurturing pill" for him, or a spiritual object with the same effect?"

On the opposite side, He Wangtian's face was calm, but his heart was full of shock.

Two breaths passed, his spiritual pressure was unreserved, but he just barely had the upper hand, and the shock was beyond words.

For a while, He Wangtian's mind kept thinking, and he thought of all kinds of possibilities.

Nurturing pills are extremely precious, and the main medicine is almost extinct in Tiannan, so this pill has not been refined for a thousand years.

But excluding all possibilities, facing the real situation at the moment, he can only accept reality.

He Wangtian guessed that Tianfeng, the old immortal, should have prepared it for him beforehand.

As for what Liu Yu had collected himself, he subconsciously didn't want to think about it. This was undoubtedly the worst case scenario.

You have to know that in the Nascent Soul stage, the gap between each small realm is very huge.

Generally speaking, even if three Nascent Soul early stage cultivators join forces, they can barely protect themselves against a mid-stage cultivator. The gap can be seen.

However, the spiritual pressure of a cultivator can largely represent the strength of mana, which reflects part of the strength.

The spiritual pressure is only slightly inferior, doesn't it mean that the opponent's strength is not too different from his own?

Qingyang is just a newly promoted Nascent Soul, this conclusion is too absurd!

Even if he takes the "Infant Nurturing Pill" and directly passes the stage of the newly promoted Nascent Soul, he is just an ordinary early stage cultivator, and there is still a huge gap with the mid-stage Nascent Soul.

Wanting to compete directly is nothing but a fantasy.

Although this possibility is very small, He Wangtian was still shocked when he thought of this.

Just because the other party is too young...

"From the perspective of spiritual pressure, this person's strength is definitely not comparable to that of a newly promoted Nascent Soul, and he is even better than many veteran early-stage cultivators."

"It seems that the previous plan will not work."

After only two breaths of fighting, He Wangtian realized this and his face suddenly became gloomy.

Just when he was about to really take action to suppress the other party's arrogance.

In the direction behind him, two Nascent Soul mid-stage spiritual pressures suddenly appeared at the same time.

The Wind and Snow Twin Immortals!

Seeing this, He Wangtian sighed in his heart. Although he was very reluctant, he had to give up.

Among the five sects of Chu State, Piaoxue Pavilion was the most powerful, slightly surpassing the other four sects.

The two True Lords of Piaoxue Pavilion, one man and one woman, were Taoist couples who were good at joint attack and could compete with the late Yuanying great cultivators. They were known as the "Wind and Snow Twins".

Including Tianfeng, who had already passed away, the ancestors of the five sects were all outstanding in the Yuanying realm, and their strength was generally at the middle level.

Because of this, the overall strength of the Chu State's immortal cultivation world was definitely not weak, so it could be ranked as one of the Nine Nations Alliance and the Seven Nations Alliance successively, although it ranked relatively low.

The "Wind and Snow Twins" appeared together, almost equivalent to half a great cultivator, and their strength completely surpassed the other four.

Therefore, the other four sects needed to join forces in pairs to avoid being defeated and annexed by Piaoxue Pavilion one by one.

He Wangtian could not give face to the other Yuanying.

But the "Wind and Snow Fairies" were in front of him, so he couldn't be rude, so he didn't continue to attack.

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PS: There is another big chapter in the early morning, and the infant formation ceremony will be completed in one go.