Urban Cultivation: I Was Dug Out Again

Qi Xuan passed away peacefully.

When his soul left his body, Mo Tian took out a merit talisman.

"You will definitely be reborn in a good life in the next life, go with peace of mind." The talisman turned into golden light, carrying Qi Xuan's soul back to heaven.

The old classmates beside him were extremely sad to see this magical scene.

Soon the doctor and Qi Xuan's family came in to take care of the funeral, and Mo Tian turned around and left the room.

He had seen too many separations in the past ten thousand years and had long been numb.

One afternoon half a year later, Mo Tian, ​​who was basking in the sun on the roof of the Tianmen Hall, suddenly changed his expression.

He looked up at the sky, his eyes seemed to penetrate the clouds, and a meaningful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Qingyin, activate the sect's protective formation, recall all Tianmen disciples, and let the important figures of the current Long take refuge in Tianmen. Without my order, no one is allowed to leave the range of the Tianmen formation." While instructing Luo Qingyin, Mo Tian stepped on the sword and stood quietly in the sky with his hands behind his back, as if waiting for someone.

Luo Qingyin stepped on the five-colored flying sword and came to Mo Tian's side and asked.

"Master, what's wrong?"

"Hehe, after more than three thousand years, the ancestral star finally has guests. I have to welcome them well. You also stay in the formation and are not allowed to come out without my order."

"Yes, Master, then you should be careful." Luo Qingyin knew the seriousness of the matter. The flesh body crossed the void and came here. He was a peerless strong man in the Mahayana period.

Is Master really sure?

Although the master never said what his realm was, Luo Qingyin was not a novice in cultivation. Seeing that he still needed to step on the sword, he knew that Mo Tian was either a foundation-building or a golden elixir.

Because the Yuanying does not need the help of flying swords to fly.

But even if it is a Jindan, it is no different from an unarmed three-year-old baby facing a strong man carrying an RPG.

But looking at the master's appearance, how can he feel guilty? He is so calm and even a little happy. What the hell is going on?

Luo Qingyin was also confused.

Soon several helicopters flew into the Longyin Base, and a group of Yanxia leaders were escorted into the Tianmen.

"Master Luo, what's going on? Why did you suddenly let us all enter the Tianmen for refuge? Is there a foreign force preparing to invade Yanxia again? Who is so bold?" The current Long Yi asked puzzled.

"I don't know either. It was arranged by the master. It seems that there is a force that does not belong to our planet coming, and the master is preparing to fight." Luo Qingyin told everyone her guess.

"Aliens?" Everyone was stunned.

"Almost, but I think it's more accurate to say that they are from the world of cultivation, and they are very strong."

"How strong?"

"A strong man who can destroy a country with a wave of his hand."

"Gulong~" Luo Qingyin's words scared them.

Raise your hand to destroy a country? What does that mean?

A group of people stood on the square and looked at the old ancestor of Tianmen standing quietly in the sky.

They didn't have to wait for long.

However, three hours later, the originally clear sky suddenly changed color, and countless clouds evaporated into auspicious clouds and rays of light.

The auspicious clouds gathered and soon formed a huge face of a woman, as if a god had descended to the world.

Half of the people on the Zuxing star could see that huge face. The first sight gave people the feeling that it was charming, and the second look was pitiful. A closer look showed that it was extremely holy, as if there were thousands of faces, each different.

"Is this the Zuxing star? Why is the spiritual energy so thin?" A soft and charming voice murmured to herself.

Hearing this, one's blood boils, and one wants to hold her in his arms and comfort her.

"With such a thin spiritual energy, how could a demon ghost pass the tribulation and enter the Dao? It shouldn't be possible." The owner of that face seemed extremely disappointed.

Hearing this, Mo Tian understood that this demon saint must have just sensed the breath of the heavenly tribulation in the void, so he crossed over to check.

It seems that Bai Mei's passing the tribulation was an unintentional success.

"The Sky Fox Clan?" Mo Tian asked indifferently. Mo Tian had a deep connection with this clan. The Thousand Illusion Robe on his body was borrowed from the former patriarch of the Sky Fox Clan.

"Foundation-building cultivator?" Before Mo Tian spoke, the Sky Fox Demon Saint had not noticed that there was actually a little Kalami who was flying a sword and building the foundation.

"You can actually tell that I'm from the Sky Fox clan, that's interesting."

"Let me ask you, are there any sects of cultivators on the Ancestral Star?"

"Yes."

"Then let me ask you again, what realm is the strongest person on the Ancestral Star at the moment? Why haven't I noticed any strong people appearing yet?" She has made such a big fuss, if there is a powerful cultivator, he should have appeared long ago.

"I am the strongest person on the Ancestral Star right now."

"You? A foundation-building great perfection is the strongest person?" That face frowned slightly, making the people who saw it feel extremely sad, ohAh~ I really want to comfort her.

"Yeah, is there a problem?"

"Oh~ I made a wrong bet. It seems that the thunder tribulation was really just an accident. Maybe I got some adventure. Fortunately, I brought a spiritual vein this time, otherwise my people would be finished."

"By the way, do you know why the teleportation array of the ancestral star cannot be opened? Is it because the array is damaged?" This is what she is worried about. If the array of the interstellar teleportation array is damaged, it will be extremely difficult to repair. The various rare materials required are countless, far exceeding the materials required to refine a holy weapon.

"You brought the spiritual vein? Haha, good, good." Mo Tian was overjoyed.

"Hmm? This saint is asking you a question, answer truthfully."

"It's not broken, there's no rush. Give me the spiritual vein first, I need it." Mo Tian said anxiously.

"Don't you know what level I am?" That face was full of strangeness. This foundation-building cultivator thought he was in the Mahayana stage? Even if he was really in the Mahayana stage, he wouldn't dare to talk to her like this.

"I know, Demon Saint, Demon Clan Mahayana Stage, I am an old acquaintance of your Sky Fox Clan's former patriarch Tianli."

"You know Patriarch Tianli? Impossible, Patriarch Tianli has been dead for more than 6,000 years, how could you, a Foundation Establishment Stage, live that long?"

"I really know him, very familiar, you see, he even lent me a piece of clothing to wear." Mo Tiansheng was afraid that she would not believe him, so he immediately changed his robes and restored the original shape of the Thousand Illusions robes.

Looking at the glittering robes, the Sky Fox Demon Saint felt more and more familiar and surprised.

"Sacred artifact? How can you, a Foundation Establishment Stage person, have a sacred artifact-level robe? Why does this robe give me a familiar feeling? The refining method is indeed the method of my Sky Fox Clan."

"Yes, it was lent to me by Tianli, and it was refined by your Sky Fox Clan."

"Wait a minute, did Chief Tianli lend it to you? Why did I hear from the elders of the clan that Chief Tianli's robe was snatched away by a great evil demon? No, you... you are..." Sky Fox Demon Saint had never seen the Thousand Illusions Robe, so he didn't react for a while. Now that he thought of this legend circulating in the clan, he immediately realized who this person in the Foundation Establishment Stage might be.

Suddenly, he couldn't speak clearly.

Mo Tian touched his nose awkwardly. After all, he went to trick the Sky Fox Clan's Tribulation Patriarch, and then was struck into ashes by the Tribulation Thunder, and kindly left him a sacred artifact-level robe. Oh~ At this moment, being exposed feels a bit socially dead, especially with a bunch of disciples watching below.

"Damn, I feel like we're about to hear gossip about our ancestor. Why do I feel like that super strong man is a little afraid of our ancestor?" Bei Xiangyang scratched his head and asked the question that was on everyone's mind like an idiot.