Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Under such circumstances, people's hearts were in favor, and even if Leng Feiqiong returned to the position of the head, it would be useless.

She acted cautiously and did not allow the disciples to act recklessly, but people's hearts were moved, and the disciples would always find a way to act.

Then she pushed the responsibility of the action to others, saying that others acted first and she was just protecting herself.

Even if she, the head of the sect, was severely punished, she might not be able to stop the car, and might even cause a backlash from the disciples, and the position of the head of the sect would not be stable.

Leng Feiqiong whispered: "I go back? ... I'm afraid it won't work."

Fakong said: "Otherwise, let Zhao Qianjun take the throne."

Leng Feiqiong's bright eyes flashed, and she fell into thought.

She quickly thought about the advantages and disadvantages of letting Zhao Qianjun take the throne.

Zhao Qianjun was arrogant, impulsive, and reckless. His becoming the head of the sect would make Tianhai Sword Sect extremely dangerous.

This is a disadvantage.

What about the advantages?

Master would never make this suggestion casually. There must be something good about it, but she just couldn't find it for a while.

Fakong said: "Let Zhao Qianjun take the throne, and then reveal his identity, can it dampen the spirit of Tianhai Sword Sect?"

"Well..." Leng Feiqiong thought and said: "Zhao Qianjun is a bold and reckless person, he will definitely not admit this. At that time, he will say that it was the smear of the Six Paths of the Demon Sect, and he wanted to cause chaos in Tianhai Sword Sect through slander."

Fakong nodded slightly.

Leng Feiqiong said: "If the evidence is brought out, he will also say it is fake."

She felt that with Fakong's magical powers, he could find evidence.

Fakong smiled: "In this case, no one can restrain the head?"

"Yes." Leng Feiqiong said: "The elders can remove the head."

"Let them see the evidence?"

"... But they may not believe it, right?"

"How can they not believe the definite evidence?"

"They may think it is fake, and they don't want to make such a scandal at this time."

Fakong's eyes became deep, and he retracted his gaze after a moment and smiled: "Then you underestimate them."

The elders are extremely vigilant against the Six Paths of the Demon Sect.

The younger generation of disciples of Tianhai Sword Sect are very disdainful of the Six Paths of the Demon Sect, and even look down on them from a high position.

But the older generation of Tianhai Sword Sect disciples are very afraid of the Six Paths of the Demon Sect, and they all know how powerful the Demon Sect was in the past.

The elders will never underestimate the Six Paths of the Demon Sect just because Tianhai Sword Sect has the upper hand now, but will be more vigilant and cautious.

The young disciples are eager to try and provoke from time to time, but the older generation is still cautious.

How could he remain indifferent when he heard that the new leader might be from the Six Paths of the Demon Sect?

From what he saw in the future, the elders of the meeting abolished Zhao Qianjun, but some masters of the Tianhai Sword Sect still insisted on supporting him as the leader of the Tianhai Sword Sect.

The Tianhai Sword Sect was faintly split.

At this time, the elders of the meeting took decisive action and sent people to kill Zhao Qianjun directly, which was decisive and ruthless.

However, although this move avoided the split of the Tianhai Sword Sect, it still dealt a heavy blow to the spirit of the Tianhai Sword Sect.

Those young disciples who supported Zhao Qianjun and felt that the elders of the meeting were incompetent and self-defeating were still unconvinced and dissatisfied with the elders of the meeting.

Internal conflicts began to increase, which made the Tianhai Sword Sect lose its spirit even more, and internal consumption is often the most fatal.

Originally, the whole sect had obtained a higher level of sword tactics, and the spirit of the whole sect was improved, and they worked together to rush towards the world's first sect.

After this setback, they couldn't help but lose most of their spirit and fell into civil strife.

"So, the elders can abolish him?"

"Well, they abolished him and assassinated him." Fakong shook his head and said, "You elders are more cruel than I thought."

Leng Feiqiong nodded gently.

She didn't like the elders.

The elders usually don't interfere with the headmaster's actions.

They will only be dispatched when it comes to the headmaster's dethronement or the headmaster is in trouble and can't manage things.

Despite this, she still didn't like the elders.

Because in Tianhai Sword Sect, only they can threaten the position of the headmaster, like a natural enemy.

Leng Feiqiong shook his head.

I didn't expect that after I arrived in Shenjing and entered the palace, I still had to worry about Tianhai Sword Sect. It was simply a life of hard work.

If it weren't for my daughter, I would have ignored them long ago, and let them do whatever they want.

Fakong smiled.

He found it very interesting. This was a typical change. The conflict between local changes and the general trend was clearly presented.

Leng Feiqiong said: "Master, then I will chase Lan Xin back?"

Fakong nodded.

Leng Feiqiong was about to leave to chase Zhu Lanxin, but Fakong waved his hand: "Fu Qingshan."

"Yes." Fu Qingshan walked out of the shadows: "Abbot."

"Let Zhu Lanxin come back."

"Yes." Fu Qingshan remained silent, put his hands together, and turned into a white light and shot out of the yard.

Leng Feiqiong stared at Fu Qingshan's figure.

Unexpectedly, in such a short time, Fu Qingshan seemed to have changed into a different person. Not only did his breath hide, his cultivation soared, and his lightness skills became amazing.

This was obviously the credit of the master.

Fakong said: "You are overthinking. Now your breath is unstable and your mood is not peaceful. Stay here for a day before going back."

"Yes." Leng Feiqiong agreed.

As soon as Fakong left, Zhu Lanxin returned to Leng Feiqiong in confusion and looked at her with a puzzled expression.

Leng Feiqiong then told Zhu Lanxin what happened before, and she was shocked and nodded vigorously.

She wanted to see Tianhai Sword Sect suffer a setback. The worse it was, the better. Seeing Tianhai Sword Sect prospering was suffocating.

Fakong arrived at Zangkong Temple.

Zangkong Temple was very popular. After a few days of fermentation, more and more people knew about the existence of Zangkong Temple.

Originally, this news was circulated among the upper class, and everyone kept it secret. However, the more it was kept secret, the faster it spread.

The monks in Zangkong Temple were the six Falings.

Zhongshan is a holy place for cultivation, and it is most suitable for those masters who are stuck in the realm and can't break through.

The six Fajis are stuck in the Shenqi realm for a long time and can't step into the Grandmaster.

Zhongshan is quiet and deep, and you can see the prosperity and bustle of Zhongling Lake.

This unique environment can condense into a great impact on the state of mind, and it is most suitable for people like the disciples of Vajra Temple who have lived in the ancient temples in the mountains for a long time.

The strong impact will make their mind shaky, and they have to struggle to maintain and repair their state of mind. In this process, they will see their true nature and see their true face, and thus step into the Grand Master naturally.

In the past few days, Fakong has been going to Zangkong Temple every day to perform the Ksitigarbha Vajrayogini Mantra for those who died in accidents and whose life span has not reached 60 years.

With the performance of the Ksitigarbha Vajrayogini Mantra, the reputation of Zangkong Temple has become more and more famous, and it has spread to a hundred miles.

He estimated that as time goes on, the reputation of Zangkong Temple will spread more and more, until it reaches two hundred miles, three hundred miles, or even five hundred miles.

Ning Zhenzhen is in a bamboo forest here, tens of thousands of green bamboos rustle, move with the wind, and form surging green waves.

Four young men are surrounding her, their eyes are as bright as lightning, staring at her face covered with white gauze.

Their eyes want to penetrate the veil and see her true face.

But Ning Zhenzhen had no intention of removing her veil. She looked at the four people calmly, with no other emotions in her eyes, as calm as water.

The four young men had no intention of speaking. One of them turned his head and looked at the other three, and then the four of them silently slapped their palms.

They already knew the weirdness of this forest and had always wanted to leave it, but the forest seemed endless and they could not leave it.

Previously, they thought they had mistakenly entered the formation, similar to the maze, so they marked the places they passed.

But later they found that they had walked for several days but had not found the marks they had made before, which surprised them. It turned out to be a vast and boundless forest.

It seemed that there were no such large forests around.

In short, there was weirdness everywhere here, as if the opponents were immortal and could not be killed.

But at the same time, he was also immortal.

Whenever he was about to die, a sudden force surged in, pulling him back from the critical condition of serious injury and recovering quickly.

They were certain in their hearts, and then they were unwilling to accept it, and they did not believe that they could not kill their opponents, so they killed recklessly along the way.

Unfortunately, they did not kill anyone in the end.

They unknowingly gathered four people and decided to join forces to kill people to see if they could kill the enemy.

The first opponent they saw was Ning Zhenzhen.

Ning Zhenzhen drew the long sword from her waist, turned into a clear light, and then lightly crossed the throats of the four people.

A red line suddenly appeared on their throats, but the red line appeared, but no blood appeared.

Under normal circumstances, blood should have gushed out from the red line and broken the wound, but in fact, the blood did not spurt out.

It seemed that only a layer of their skin was cut.

Ning Zhenzhen could be sure that the tip of his sword had crossed their throats, but the injury automatically became much smaller.

This dojo of the senior brother is getting more and more strange.

It can actually change the injuries of flesh and blood in an instant, which has exceeded the scope of the effect of spiritual energy, and it is magical.

She sighed inwardly and continued to draw her sword. The tip of the sword passed through their eyes and was about to blind them.

Blinding was not a fatal injury, and the dojo should ignore it. Then she could experiment as much as she could on how to really kill them.

The four of them turned pale, blinked hard, and tears fell.

The long sword had been retracted, but the cold sharpness of the sword tip still existed, as if the sword tip was still piercing their eyes.

"Interesting!" Ning Zhenzhen chuckled.

The four of them turned pale, looked at each other, turned around and fled.

They had already seen that they were like mice encountering a cat in front of Ning Zhenzhen, being toyed with by Ning Zhenzhen without the power to fight back.

Their palms had no chance to fall on her. Her body movements were extremely strange, seemingly slow but actually fast, seemingly close but actually far, unpredictable, and the tip of the sword had already passed through their bodies without them noticing.

If it weren't for the invisible force changing themselves and weakening the power of the long sword, the four of them would have been killed long ago.

Fakong appeared beside Ning Zhenzhen, smiled and shook his head: "Why waste time with them."

"Brother, they can't be killed either, it seems meaningless."

"If you don't die, they won't die either." Fakong said: "Only then you can let go. When you improve, the other party will also improve. Otherwise, it's too boring."

"Really can't be killed?" Ning Zhenzhen asked curiously: "How can you not kill them?"

Fakong shook his head: "If the absolute power is strong enough to suppress the surrounding power, you can kill the other party."

"Can I kill them?"

"...No." Fakong shook his head.

Ning Zhenzhen said: "How strong do you have to be?"

Fakong smiled: "When you reach my level, it's fine."

Ning Zhenzhen smiled bitterly.