Opening Reward 100 Million Lives

After more than ten seconds, a strange scene appeared in front of the mountain gate of Feixianmen.

Thirty-two high-level Taoist gods lined up.

Everyone had their hips hunched over, knees, elbows, and heads on the ground at five o'clock.

In the direction of Feixianmen apse, he performed the highest etiquette in his life.

The elders and disciples of Feixianmen who stood in front of them were beaming.

If they hadn't dared to be presumptuous in front of the Heaven Shaking Ancient Sage, they would have burst into laughter long ago.

Think about these thirty-two people, all of them are high-level elders of the two holy places.

When we met before, which one is not full of majesty, domineering and arrogant?

And now, all of them are kneeling in front of him, which is really a relief!

But for Guanyang, Huangmeng and others, this humiliating posture is more uncomfortable than death.

They can only try to convince themselves that the identity of the 'Ancient Sage of Shaking the Sky' is much higher than themselves, and it is not shameful to obey the Old Sage!

"Senior, please!"

Wu Shan held back his laughter and continued to perform the final scene.

Then Jiang Cheng rode the chariot contentedly, with a nine-colored halo and sixteen puppets, floating from the Feixianmen to the apse.

Until the divine light disappeared, it was estimated that the 'Ancient Sage Shaking the Sky' should have met with Sect Leader Jiang and entered into a cordial meeting, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The atmosphere at the scene also became alive again.

The Old Sage was in the air just now, and it would be a lie to say that he was not nervous.

Even the elders and disciples of Feixianmen were also trembling, for fear that if they said a wrong word, they would bring disaster to the door.

Looking at the high-level sacred places such as Guanyang and Huangmeng, who were still on the ground, everyone was overjoyed.

"I really never dreamed that our Sect Leader Jiang actually had friendship with the Ancient Sage Shaking the Sky."

"This is more than just friendship? It's just my own!"

"After that, isn't our Feixianmen covered by the ancient sage?"

"No, no one in the entire Canglan Continent dares to provoke them, okay?"

"I knew that the head of Jiang was unusual, and he could eat it anywhere. Some people also said that his fluffed phoenix was not as good as a chicken. It was ridiculous!"

And Jiang Cheng and Wu Shan, the 'cheap master and apprentice', no longer disguised as soon as they entered the apse.

"Haha, Shizun is really brilliant! He played the enemy round and round, and he was convinced!"

Wu Shan was still very knowledgeable, and without Jiang Cheng opening his mouth, he took the initiative to hand in all the 'gifts' he had just received.

"Obviously it was a group of enemies who came to provoke them, but in the end they turned out to be the big bosses who gave us treasures. This operation is really high-end."

"Could it be that Shizun expected that they would come, so he made the decision to pretend to be the ancient sage of shaking the sky in advance?"

"As expected of you, you are really far-sighted and prepared for a rainy day..."

After putting away more than 30,000 bottles of the 9th Grade Emperor Pill, Jiang Cheng was overjoyed.

This wave of promotion to the middle-level Taoist should be hopeful.

However, he did not forget Wu Shan who cooperated with the performance.

So, from the 32,000 bottles of the 9-Rank Emperor Pill, 2,000 bottles were allocated.

"Keep these, and practice well."

After taking the storage ring filled with medicinal pills, Wu Shan burst into tears on the spot.

After experiencing the battle of fighting skills, he couldn't see that Jiang Cheng was a generation of wild goose plucking.

What's more, this time he successfully pretended to be the Heaven Shaking Old Sage, mainly because of his three thousand rules and the breath of the Heaven Shaking Dao.

Those lines of my own can be said by others.

In the end, he was able to get a full two thousand bottles of the ninth-grade Emperor Pill.

"Wuwuwu, Master, you really take care of my disciple!"

"There are only 2,000 bottles of the ninth-grade Emperor Pill, look at your potential."

"Master, you don't know, our Qiyu Temple has no income, and our life has been quite shabby, not like those holy places..."

Jiang Cheng had no time to listen to his complaints.

"Okay, okay, I'm not pretending to be a war emperor this time, not for those little fish and shrimps outside."

"Those 32 high-level Taoist gods are not worth the trouble I spend so much."

Wu Shan thought about it too.

The Youmu tribe, together with the Holy Master and the Taoist gods, were all destroyed by Jiang Cheng. The 32 Taoist gods outside were really nothing.

There is no need to bring out the name of the Heaven-shaking Old Sage to suppress people.

"Then what is your purpose?"

The corners of Jiang Cheng's mouth twitched slightly, "Did you forget that we are going to recruit a million people?"

Wu Shan was stunned for a moment, and then reacted.

"Yes, now everyone thinks that our Feixianmen has the backing of the Heaven Shaking Ancient Sage!"

"There is only one share in the entire Canglan Continent. There is no place that has a better future than Feixianmen. They have to come and flee like their butts are on fire?"

He clapped his hands heavily, his brows dancing with excitement, "Don't talk about a million people, even tens of thousands can do it!"

"Master is wise, the disciple is really convinced!"

"To recruit us by the name of the Emperor of War is simply the hand of God!"

After a hard flattery, he asked a crucial question.

"What if this matter spreads to the ears of Old Sage Shaking the Sky?"

Jiang Cheng's use of the tiger's skin as a banner is cool now, but the consequences of being exposed afterwards are very serious.

Wu Shan thought about it for a while, and felt that if the Old Sage Shaking the Sky had a better temper, all the disciples of Feixianmen should still be able to leave a whole body in the future.

"It's okay!"

Brother Cheng waved his hand nonchalantly.

"I wish he came here."

When the two were chatting, the surrounding sects, large and small, could not be said to be turbulent, at least it could be regarded as the world turned upside down.

The Ancient Sage of Shaking the Sky is actually the backer behind Feixianmen?

This shocking news shocked everyone.

"My God, what's the origin of this Jiang Cheng?"

"Who said he was outdated before?"

"With the **** of the ancient sage, who dares to provoke?"

"Feixianmen is going to soar into the sky!"

"What's the matter, I knew I had joined Feixianmen, so don't stop anyone now!"

The survival law of Xianwuzhou is the ultimate law of the weak, and in order to cultivate a saint, it is almost a model of raising gu.

As a 'fat', the Holy Master must try his best to expand his strength, so as not to be beheaded and served at the dinner table.

They either desperately recruited people to improve their sect strength, or they formed alliances with other holy masters, or they found a backer and became a vassal of the top holy land.

Once the sects are attacked, the Taoist gods who joined these sects will also be destroyed.

As for the sects without the Holy Master, they will not be targeted.

But the strength of the sect is weak and can only survive in the cracks, and it is normal to be bullied.

So here, everyone is thinking about their own safety, and it is a matter of course to go to the strongman who can cover them.

As Jiang Cheng expected, no matter Slashing Industry Sect, Demon Flame Sect, or the disciples of other small and medium-sized sects in the surrounding area, they all heard the wind and rushed towards here.

After just a quarter of an hour, the front of the mountain gate of Feixianmen was already crowded.

Densely packed immortals came from all directions, covering the sky and blocking the sun.