The Wheel-Turning Master

The thunder waterfall poured down, and the violent and blazing lightning instantly submerged Wanshou Mountain.

For a moment, the area within a thousand miles turned into daylight, and the calamity clouds in the sky were still heavy, as if the night had been temporarily driven away.

Even though they were a hundred miles apart, many Qi training and foundation building cultivators could hardly look directly at it. Its huge power also made many low-level disciples kneel on the ground.

After a few breaths, the thunder waterfall dissipated, and Wanshou Mountain was quiet and quiet, without any vitality. The remaining fine lightning threads were running and wandering, like a glutton that had not been full.

After the first calamity thunder, the second one was delayed, and the calamity clouds were still slowly gathering, as if weighing the ability of the person who was to be calamity.

The pressure became heavier and heavier, and the calamity clouds were high above Wanshou Mountain, slowly turning, like a millstone, as if to grind everything here into powder.

After a few breaths, the second thunderbolt tore through the thick thunderclouds and fell with a bang, its power was even greater than the first thunderbolt.

Since then, the thunderbolts did not give a chance to breathe, and continued to fall. For a moment, Wanshou Mountain was submerged in the endless thunder waterfall, and the people watching the ceremony were also covered by the blazing daylight.

"Close your eyes and retreat!" Seeing that many low-level disciples were either dazed or bleeding from the corners of their eyes, Jing Si Tui hurried back and forth to pass on the order.

The Yuanying in the front was fine, but the thunder on Wanshou Mountain was too blazing, and the cause and effect were entangled, isolating the consciousness, and they did not know the changes.

How could such an opportunity be missed? The Yuanying carefully felt the power of the Heavenly Dao in the thunderbolt, hoping to gain more experience and progress in the future.

The fox stood on Xiuxiu's head, with its tail wrapped around Xiuxiu's neck, giving her protection.

"How can human power contend with this?" The fox stood up straight with his feet, stretching his head, looking like an idiot.

"The way of heaven is unpredictable, so there are heavenly tribulations blocking the way. The way of heaven is constant, so heavenly tribulations are used as ladders." Zou Mi looked at the thunder waterfall and murmured, "The power of heavenly tribulations may be large or small, but they come for those who are subject to the tribulation. There is always a glimmer of hope in it, as if there is no destiny."

"It's the same as not saying anything." Fox muttered, glancing at Chen Zhiyuan standing in the air.

Chen Zhiyuan's face showed no sadness or joy, but a curious and inquisitive look.

Six consecutive thunder tribulations fell, like a rushing river encountering a plain, and it slowly slowed down.

Without the light of lightning, the heavy tribulation clouds brought in the thick night.

Now there are only three tribulation thunders left, and judging from the momentum of the tribulation clouds, it seems that they are still condensing and absorbing the dark clouds in the distance.

No one here knows what happened to Xiang Wuhui, and no one hears any unusual movements on Wanshou Mountain. Because the tribulation thunder was surging like a waterfall, everyone couldn't even see Xiang Wuhui's way of dealing with the thunder tribulation.

Soon, the seventh thunderbolt fell, as if the sky had collapsed, and the surging thunder waterfall was like the water of the Milky Way pouring down.

This thunderbolt was even more severe than the previous one, and the power of the Great Dao it triggered was surging and fierce, and the meaning of destruction was fully revealed.

Before the person who was supposed to be in trouble could slow down, the eighth thunderbolt had already torn apart the thick thunderclouds.

"Only by going against the trend can you achieve Huiyuan Gong!"

There was a voice of grief and indignation on the top of Wanshou Mountain, as if it was unyielding to the way of heaven, as if it was indignant about itself, and it actually overwhelmed the thunder.

Then a huge figure rose into the sky, heading straight for the thunderbolt, with the intention of never regretting death and never giving up.

The thunderbolt seemed to understand human nature. Seeing that the person who was supposed to be in trouble was so arrogant, the power of the thunderbolt increased by several points in an instant.

In an instant, the figure was shot down by the thunderbolt, and the huge figure was completely annihilated in the endless thunderlight.

However, the thunderstorm continued. In the thick calamity clouds, golden and silver lightning flashed and appeared from time to time, like a dragon swimming in the dark clouds.

I don’t know how many lightning flashes were in the calamity clouds, surging and wandering for a long time, and finally gathered in one place, and then all poured down on Wanshou Mountain.

The lightning flash was grand, as if the world was created. The people watching the ceremony could not look directly at it, and they only felt panic in their hearts because of the power of the heaven.

After a long time, the lightning flash dissipated. The calamity clouds in the sky slowly faded. No one knew what means the person who was supposed to be calamity used, nor did they know whether he was alive or dead.

When everyone was at a loss, they only felt a subtle breath coming, like waves, layer by layer, continuous, and they didn’t know where it was going.

The breath became more and more vast, and the momentum became more and more powerful, like a subtle wave, which was difficult to stop.

It seemed to be in line with some kind of great meaning, which made people want to worship it. But if there was a slight resistance, it would be like falling into a cage and being trapped in shackles.

The dark clouds rolled and turned into boundless auspicious clouds.

A group of Yuanying fell to the ground one after another, and even the fox jumped off Xiuxiu's head, and all bowed in the direction of Wanshou Mountain.

The aura of the incarnation continued to surge, and the Jindan felt it physically and mentally.

"Ancestor! My ancestor!" Wu Muqian knelt on the ground, crying bitterly, and knocking his head non-stop.

At this moment, no one laughed at Wu Muqian for being a slave of three surnames, because everyone had the heart to worship.

As Wu Muqian knelt down, the Jindan either bowed down or knelt down, all heading towards Wanshou Mountain.

In the area dozens of miles behind him, a group of foundation-building and Qi-training cultivators had already felt the power of heaven and all knelt on the ground.

With Wanshou Mountain as the center of the circle, from Yuanying to Qi-training, regardless of human or monster, all bowed down and kowtowed.

Although the aura of the spirit transformation is like a tiny wave, it seems to extend to an infinite distance.

From Yinshan Mountain, to Yubi Mountain, to Wuque Mountain, and even to Qiaoshan, everyone has feelings in their hearts and unconsciously looks towards the north.

To the north of Wanshou Mountain, thousands of miles away, there is a huge fleet. A white crane is flying in the sky. It looks back at the direction of Wanshou Mountain for a long time, and then it cries sadly and goes north without looking back.

Further north is the endless snowfield, where the wind is raging. Several pairs of eyes are looking around and then rushing north.

"I didn't expect that this Lao Xiang would..." Before the fox could finish speaking, Xiu Xiu held his mouth, with a still expression on his face, clearly saying: You should be more careful. He used to be called Lao Xiang, but now he is still Call Lao Xiang, will the God Transformation Heavenly Tribulation be in vain? It’s time to be called the ancestor!

The fox was so well-behaved that she jumped into Xiuxiu's arms and looked around.

I saw that all the Nascent Souls had finished their salutes, but they were still looking blankly at Longevity Mountain.

"After the strong wind, I always think about the drizzle." Jiang Xingchi twirled his beard and smiled, saying: "I can reach heaven and earth to honor my ancestors, and it is all thanks to your efforts."

All the Nascent Souls looked at Jiang Xingchi with different expressions on their faces, especially the new arrivals from Jiuzhe Mountain, Elder Lu and Elder Qin.

Everyone knows that Jiang Xingchi has healed his "injury" and will no longer be in seclusion due to his "injury".

"Everyone, why don't you come with me to meet the ancestor?" Jiang Xingchi invited enthusiastically.

These people all know that there is no return, but they don't know what they will become after becoming gods, so no one dares to go.

"The heavenly calamity will soon pass. I may want to calm down, senior, and the meeting is not urgent." Guzang Songdao of the Guyang Sect.

All Nascent Souls agreed.

"Then let's go to Songhe Mountain for a talk?" Jiang Xingchi invited again.

Zhu Yuanying also said that Songhe Mountain was too close to Wanshou Mountain and might disturb Xiang Patriarch Qingxiu, especially Du Jueming, who kept shaking his head.

"In that case, I won't go for the time being." Jiang Xingchi was very considerate. "This Northern Expedition is to clear up the source and restore the old people of Zhou Huishan to the old place. Now that the matter has been accomplished, I have also succeeded in overcoming the calamity of my ancestors." "It's time for us to retreat. From now on, Zhou Huishan will be under the control of Brother Meng."

Du Jueming secretly scolded Jiang Xingchi for being a hypocritical villain. He dared to retort a few words before he could, but now he no longer dares to do so.

All the Nascent Souls also remained silent.

"A treasured land should be occupied by a virtuous man." Meng Shanhe said, "I am too old and feeble to grasp the treasured land thousands of miles away."

He stroked his beard and looked at Zhu Yuanying, and said: "Why don't you come to Black Wind Mountain to introduce a person with high moral character and high prestige to be in charge?"

"Zhou Huishan can only be managed by Zhou Huishan's people!" Jiang Xingchi disagreed and said resolutely: "This is my intention, and it is also the intention of Ancestor Xiang!"

For a moment, all the Nascent Souls were silent. They all looked at Jiang Xingchi and then at Meng Shanhe, clearly saying: Look! The people who came to help you ended up swallowing up your hometown!

Soon, a group of golden elixirs came over from a distance and stepped forward to salute.

"Si Tui, are all the disciples okay?" Jiang Xingchi said with a happy face.

"Back to Master, many low-level disciples have suffered some injuries, but they are not in trouble." Jing Si retreated.

Jiang Xingchi nodded with satisfaction.

"Brother Jiang," Meng Shanhe sighed impatiently and said, "Then what happens now? You should tell us the rules."

"Although our ancestors are now successful, the war has been burning for a long time in Zhouhui Mountain." Jiang Xingchi stroked his beard for a long time and said slowly: "I would also like to ask all the brothers and sisters to work hard and order the subordinates to clean up the four directions and restore Zhouhui Mountain to its old form. Let Jing Sihui be in charge of these things so that the spiritual fields will not be left in ruins and the children of school age will not be able to go to school. Let some people from each family work together to discuss the matter."

After hearing this, all the Nascent Souls thought in their hearts, aren't you still driving us? The war makes us work hard, but after the war we still have to help clean up the yard?

"Brothers and sisters, you might as well go to Black Wind Mountain and sit down for a while," Jiang Xingchi said very gently, "I'll go to Wanshou Mountain to see what the ancestor means."

After finishing speaking, he went straight to Wanshou Mountain.

"Junior brother Du, there are many things at home, so I will go back first. You have full authority to deal with it here." Elder Lu, the newcomer from Jiuzhe Mountain, finished chatting with Du Jueming, and then pulled Jing Sixui and said: "Originally, I will take charge first. We, the old men, plan to let you take over the Jiuzhe Mountain Gate. Although you are supported by noble people now, you must not forget your roots. "

Jing Si smiled and said nothing. He had been managing Jiuzhe Mountain for many years. Except for Elder Qin, who had a good relationship with his master, the others all went their separate ways. It was a real friendship.

Wu Muqian stood beside Jing Si as he retreated, his hands on his hips, looking extremely arrogant.

All the Nascent Souls stopped talking and headed towards Black Wind Mountain. Especially the fox, rolling up Xiuxiu, happily rushing to the front.

"Participate in the meeting on your behalf." Gu Qingshui left a word to Lin Bai, turned into blue water, and went to Meng Lake.

"I will not attend the meeting." Zou Mi glanced at Jing Sixui and said, "Tell the master that I am meditating in Qinfangchi. Please don't disturb me if you have nothing to do!" After saying that, he was about to leave.

"Don't worry, ancestor, I will attend the meeting on your behalf! I can be considered an old member of Shouting Pavilion!" Wu Muqian stepped forward and sold the goods, feeling very proud.

"Are you worthy?" Zou Mi was about to leave, but after hearing this, she was not in a hurry. She looked at Wu Muqian coldly and said, "Senior Brother Kong treats you well, but you are rebellious. Such a double-dealing act. Disciple, you are not worthy of calling me an old member of Shouting Pavilion! If you dare to step into Qinfang Pool in the future, I will kill you!"

"You, you, you... my master is the Qiaoshan Jiang family!" Wu Mu was so angry that he retorted with force.

"So what about Jiang Xingchi? Do you really think I can't kill you?" Zou Mi saw the newly promoted god today and missed Kong Shu even more. Naturally, he became extremely resentful towards this traitor.

"..." Wumu Qian saw that Zou Mi was really murderous, and he didn't care about Jiang Xingchi's face. He knew that although he had surrendered by rebelling halfway, he could not compare to Zou Mi, the Nascent Soul who had surrendered. Because of this, it was true that he was surrendering. Both sides were displeased, and everyone secretly scolded the slaves of the three surnames.

But after all, Wu Muqian still wanted to save face after he had just said something big. He immediately looked at Jing Sixui, hoping that Jing Sixui would say something and get off the ladder, but he saw that Jing Sixui was talking to Elder Qin with his head down, as if he had not seen him. The situation here.

Wu Muqian lowered his head and looked around, and saw that all the golden elixirs were looking away, and he couldn't help but feel sad.

Wu Muqian had no choice but to think of the benefits of Brother Zhuan Lun. He looked at Lin Bai eagerly, hoping to just say a word and borrow the donkey from Poxia.

"Lin Zhuanlun!" Zou Mi shouted.

Poor Lin Bai had already avoided it long ago and was chatting with Sister Pei and Girl Jiang when he was called out.

"Senior..." Lin Bai was afraid that Zou Mi would hurt innocent people, so he bowed from a distance.

"Go." Zou Mi said with a stern face, "Stop the face of this shameless and ungrateful person for me, for Senior Brother Kong!"

"..." Lin Bai hurried forward, saluted again, leaned over and persuaded: "Senior Zou, Wu Muqian is ignorant, just leave it to Senior Jiang to handle, why insult him?"

"Have you found all the treasures you stole?" Zou Mi sent a message.

Lin Bai straightened up, turned around and slapped Wu Muqian, shouting: "We had an appointment earlier, Senior Zou and I, Qiaoshan, are one! Senior Zou is from Qiaoshan! How can you dare to mention Senior Jiang if you don't respect your elders?" ? Even if Senior Jiang comes, there is nothing to say! Retreat immediately!"

Wu Muqian was thrown to the ground, half of his face was covered with red palm prints, and he covered half of his face, feeling extremely aggrieved.

Jiang Xiaobai stepped forward and whispered a few words of advice; Jing Sixui finally saw the movement and stepped forward to help comfort him.

Zou Mi seemed very satisfied, "You go to that meeting on my behalf!" After leaving a message to Lin Bai, he walked away.

"Senior!" Lin Bai hurriedly chased after him, "Old Ancestor Gu has asked me to attend the meeting. I..."

The man has gone far away, and there is no way he can catch up.

All the Nascent Souls on the field had left. Lin Bai sighed and looked at Wu Muqian.

Wu Muqian fell to the ground, Jiang Xiaobai and Jing Si retreated to the side, Sun Shiqi held his sword, and the four Jiang family members all looked at Lin Bai.

The other golden elixirs also looked over meaningfully. Some were curious and thoughtful, some were full of admiration, some were surprised and doubtful, and some were eager to ask about the mystery.

Especially the female cultivators, who looked at Lin Bai for a while, Pei Ning for a while, and then Zou Mi who was walking away...

"You said it couldn't be true, right?" Li Wusheng asked Mo Yingcheng in a low voice.

Mo Yingcheng shook his head and said, "It doesn't look like it."

"Even if not, it will be soon!" Li muttered silently.

"Brother Wumu." Lin Bai stepped forward, helped Wumu Qian up, saluted and apologized: "The arrow is on the string, please don't blame me, brother." As he spoke, he took out the elixir and stuffed it into Wumu Qian's mouth.

"That's not necessary." Wu Muqian refused to take the pill, his eyes were red, "No one dares to blame you. You have two Nascent Souls to protect you, so naturally I can't compare to you..." The more he spoke, the sadder he became. As if he had seen through the desolation of the world, he then added, "Only my teacher is my heaven, and only Ancestor Xiang is my heaven!"

Jiang Xiaobai couldn't help but smile and turned his head. (End of chapter)