I was forced to control the world of cultivating immortals

This man has a resolute appearance, is dressed in a precious robe, has a restrained aura, and has an extraordinary appearance.

"metropolitan."

When Di Long saw the person coming, he was taken aback for a moment, and then hurriedly clasped his fists and said: "This son has no eyes, yesterday at the Sword Discussion Conference, he rashly provoked her disciple named Ye Nan in front of the Sect Master Yijian." .”

"However, fortunately, Tang Yingruo doesn't have the same knowledge as him, otherwise, our sect might have to..."

Before Di Long finished speaking, he was interrupted by the suzerain, who laughed out of anger, drew his sword out of its sheath suddenly, and slashed at Pan Miao.

puff!

The glaring blood sprayed, and Pan Miao didn't even have time to react. His head fell off on the spot and hit the ground with a bang.

"Next time a disciple dares to do this, if you don't kill him on the spot and give him an explanation, you don't have to be an elder anymore!"

After beheading Pan Miao, Sect Master Jin Yun gasped, said a harsh word, and left with his sword.

"Yes... I will definitely remember next time..."

Looking at Pan Miao's wide-eyed head, Di Long couldn't help but break out in cold sweat and was dazed.

The reputation of the Sword Immortal of Yi Jianzong has long been spread. After all, they can flatten the Tianmen Temple with a single sword. Such terrifying strength is definitely not something they can bear.

It was reasonable for the suzerain to behead Pan Miao without saying a word.

……

Panlongzong.

This place is a mighty mountain gate, huge and magnificent.

However, the top of the mountain peak seemed to be flattened by a towering giant sword, and it became an endless flat land, which formed a sharp contrast with other sharp peaks around it.

On that flat ground, one hall after another was built, all made of precious marble, giving people a sense of majesty and grandeur.

"Master, this is what happened."

In the main hall of the Zongmen, Yuan Hong explained to an old man in detail how the sword fairy pushed down the Tianmen Hall with his sword, and how his identity was exposed at the Sword Discussion Conference.

The old man had grizzled hair, black spots all over his face, leaned on a cane, and moved extremely slowly.

However, his body was filled with extremely terrifying coercive fluctuations, and even the air around him had ripples visible to the naked eye, which made people tremble with fear.

"There is such a thing!"

After the old man heard Yuan Hong's words, the coercion on his body suddenly faded, and a deep shock flashed in his old eyes.

"To be honest, if I didn't see it with my own eyes, my disciples would never believe it."

Every time Yuan Hong thought of yesterday's scene, Yuan Hong was shocked and couldn't calm down. He said in a trembling voice: "That sword fairy is Tang Yingruo's junior, named Ye Nan."

"The Holy Son of Youluo Holy Land, who ranks second only to Taiyan Holy Land in the East China Sea, bowed his head and begged for mercy before he held him for three breaths."

"But that sword fairy was decisive in killing and attacking. With one sword, he exploded the layers of the golden bell defense cut he had set up, and killed him on the spot."

As the words fell, the old man's old eyes flashed with a deep fear, and he sighed: "With this level of strength, the Tianmen Palace will not be wronged."

"That's right, the suzerain originally wanted me to capture Tang Yingruo's Destiny swordsmanship, but after I compared it with their patriarchal king, I realized something was wrong."

Yuan Hong suppressed the throbbing in his heart, and said: "I am not their opponent at all, no, even if the Suzerain personally goes out, I am not their opponent at all. Only you, Master Patriarch, can barely fight that Dharma King."

"However, if that sword fairy makes a move, forgive me for offending you, I'm afraid you won't be able to last three breaths under his hands..."

heard.

The old man smiled helplessly, and sighed again: "Oh, although what you said is ugly, it is the truth. Although I am in a high position, my strength is far different from that of the Holy Son of You Luo, let alone that A sword fairy."

Speaking of this, the old man suddenly remembered something, fear flashed in his old eyes, and he lost his voice: "Quick... quickly prepare some generous gifts, go to Yi Jianzong, and give them the original matter of taking the Sword of Destiny, I sincerely apologize."

Yuan Hong also had this intention.

That day he led people to Yi Jianzong, he wanted to take away Xu Lao's Destiny Sword Technique, and threatened that the latter was just a child in front of his grand master, and he didn't treat Xu Lao as a human being at all.

But after acquiring the move "Sword Breaks the Nine Layers of Heaven", after realizing that Yi Jianzong had an expert in charge, he suddenly became ashamed like an eggplant after the rain.

Now after hearing what his master said, he hastened to pack up the gift, and was ready to go to Yi Jianzong to apologize.

Dozens of hours later, the Western Regions, Tianfomen.

There are many temples here, huge temples rise from the ground, and ancient cypresses stand tall.

In the Guanyin Hall inside the gate, the huge Buddha statue is as high as ten feet, giving people a sense of sacredness and solemnity.

In front of the Buddha statue at this moment, one after another strong man knelt on the ground with introverted breath, closed his eyes piously, and chanted Buddhist scriptures. They are all affiliated sects near Tianfomen and are protected by Tianfomen.

The winding path leads to the secluded place, and the zen house has deep flowers and trees.

"Walking in ten directions, exercising power conveniently, entering the Buddha Dharma Treasury, to the ultimate other shore, wishing to achieve enlightenment in countless worlds..."

In a meditation room, there were bursts of devout chanting from time to time.

"Elder Zun Faming, the elder brother is back."

A young novice monk walked into the Zen room with a slightly terrified expression on his face.

"Oh?"

In the middle of the meditation room, an old man in a red cassock heard this, stopped chanting sutras and walked out.

From a long distance away, I heard a rude shout from outside the meditation room.

"Master, the Sa family is back!"

It was Lu Zhishen who came.

"You bastard... well, whatever, your Zhengguo is different from mine, it's hard, it's hard!"

Elder Fa Ming saw that Lu Zhishen was still so rude, even with meat on his mouth, and wanted to reprimand him, but changed his words when he reached his mouth.

Naturally, Lu Zhishen also knew that Fa Ming loved and hated him, so he laughed and said:
"Hahaha, master, the Sa family has sent back the Taixu jade pot. If there is nothing else, the Sa family will go to have a drink."

Hearing Lu Zhishen's blatant talk about drinking, a look of fear flashed across the eyes of the little novice.

He vaguely remembered that he reported Lu Zhishen a few times before, but instead of punishing Lu Zhishen, Elder Fa Ming yelled at him.

"Go, go, eat well, come back after eating, I have something to do for you."

Seeing that Lu Zhishen's bad habits did not change, Fa Ming did not stop him, but shook his head and sighed helplessly.

"Report-"

At this moment, another young novice rushed in and reported: "Master, a large number of people from the Panlong Sect suddenly appeared, prepared generous gifts, and marched in the direction of the Yijian Sect."

"I inquired a little bit, and it turned out that I went to apologize to Tang Yingruo for my previous rash move."