City Primordial Witch King

Chapter 691
The best way to help Yunmeng Pavilion is naturally to help them win the dispute with Changshengtang, so that Yunmeng Pavilion can completely get rid of the oppression of Changshengtang. Only in this way can Yunmeng Pavilion give him more help.

Thinking of this, Wei Xiao couldn't help thinking of the "miracle medicine" that was given to Lu Yuqing last time. I don't know if the Yunmeng Pavilion disciple who got the magic medicine drank it, and what is the effect of the medicine?

If the gift this time doesn’t work, Wei Xiao doesn’t mind giving it again, even if it’s like feeding pigs, he still needs to cultivate a group of golden core-level backbones among Yunmeng Pavilion disciples, and these are the Yunmeng Pavilion The basics of a comeback!

While Wei Xiao was thinking about this, earth-shaking changes were taking place on Shujie Island thousands of miles away.

"One, two, three... five, six, seven... hiss..." Xuantian Guan Elder Liu, who was counting, sucked in a breath of cold air, his eyes looking at the sky were almost blind , but still reluctant to move away half a point.

Although I have just seen the vision of the star shining in the sky not long ago, it was seen from the Xuantian Temple to see Shujie Island. Because the distance is too far, it is not really seen.

But now, he was on Shujie Island, under the starlight hanging from the sky, even if the starlight was not shining on him, it still made him very excited.

Beginning at noon, a series of seven starlights of different colors came from the distant universe and landed on Shujie Island.

The seven rays of light blinded almost everyone on the island, and everyone was stunned by the shock, unable to speak for a long time.

Such a thing as the seven stars coming to the door is extremely rare in the entire cultivation world, even in the era when the aura was abundant, not to mention the age where the aura is exhausted, seeing the starlight once is already a pity from the heavens.

But now, he saw Qidao at a glance!
The scene of Seven Stars approaching the door made everyone on the island go crazy. Elders from various families and factions rushed out one after another, demanding to find out who was advancing to the Golden Core Realm.

Elder Liu of Xuantian Temple is the most active one among them. As a sect that has no disciples in the Golden Core Realm so far, all the disciples and elders of Xuantian Temple feel ashamed, while Elder Liu, who is an elder of Famen, is The deepest feeling, the most guilty in my heart.

But it is a pity that when the whole Xuantian Temple was in a mess, and after carefully checking the situation of those disciples at the peak of the Soul Refining Realm, they found out in despair that none of the seven hanging star photos belonged to their own family.

Right now, Elder Liu is completely insane...

"Why?" he murmured.

"Why?" His eyes began to wander.

"What are you doing?" He stood up abruptly, pointing at the sky and cursing.

Regardless of Elder Liu, compared to the bleakness of Xuantian Temple, there is more panic in the residence of Changshengtang.

At the moment when the Seven Stars Linmen formed, all the elders of Changshengtang felt this aura, so Elder Tong, who was in ecstasy, also began to order his disciples to check which disciple had been promoted.

It's okay if you don't check, this check completely chilled Elder Tong's heart.

"Not one! Why is there not one? There are dozens of soul-refining disciples in Changsheng Hall, but none of them can be promoted. Why?" Elder Tong yelled in the yard.

He couldn't figure it out at all, even one of the seven hanging star photos didn't belong to their Changshengtang!

"Whose is that? Check it out for me!" Elder Tong shouted angrily.

"Yes..." The disciple who came to report took the task cautiously, then turned around and ran away, wishing to get away from the furious Elder Tong as soon as possible.

"Master, don't be angry!" At this time, Ding Yi slowly walked out from the side, comforting him softly.

"How can I not be angry? We have so many soul-refining realm disciples, except for you who are more up-to-date, the others are all useless. If this continues, our Changsheng Hall will be surpassed by other sects sooner or later, and the ancestral foundation will be completely destroyed. In our hands!" Elder Tong replied excitedly.

"What's more, the Seven Stars came to the Shujie Island, which means that there were seven Golden Core Realm disciples on the Shujie Island at once, and none of them belonged to our Changshengtang. Yunmeng Pavilion."

"If it's all good if they are all from Xuantian Temple, I'm afraid that among the seven people, some of them belong to Yunmeng Pavilion, and they deserve death!" Elder Tong became more and more angry when he thought of Yunmeng. The pavilion is about to have a few more disciples of the Golden Core Realm, and I can't help but feel angry.

"Master, why worry about this, as long as I'm here, no matter how many Jindan disciples appear in Yunmeng Pavilion, they will all be defeated by me!" Ding Yi comforted confidently.

"Hey! I know how powerful you are as a teacher, but no matter how powerful you are, you will never be able to stand up to the crowd. What's more, the meaning of Jindan disciples is not whether you can fight, but whether you can pass on the sect." Elder Tong sighed He took a breath and explained slowly.

"No matter how powerful you are alone, in hundreds of years, after all of us old men die, Changshengtang will not be able to rely on you alone to support it? If there is no way to cultivate disciples in the golden core state, our inheritance will be destroyed sooner or later. Cut it off!" Elder Tong's tone was a little sad, and his words were quite pessimistic.

"Who will know what will happen hundreds of years later?" Ding Yi smiled indifferently, and said, "If hundreds of years later, I can cultivate to the level of the hall master, even if I am alone, why should I be afraid? "

"Yunmeng Pavilion, Xuantianguan, among their disciples, at most there are only a few outstanding ones, and the disciples are not afraid of them at all!" Speaking of this, Ding Yi's face was full of confidence, and in front of his master Tong Elder, he seemed Extraordinarily proud.

"Well said!" Seemingly infected by Ding Yi's words, Elder Tong took a deep breath and finally regained his confidence.

At this moment, the disciple who reported the letter suddenly rushed in in a panic, shouting: "Report...report!"

Seeing this scene, Ding Yi couldn't help frowning, and shouted: "Say!"

"According to the disciple's inspection, these seven disciples are all... all from the Yunmeng Pavilion... Pavilion!" The disciple finished the news in a trembling, broken voice, and then sat down on the ground with a plop.

The Elder Tong next to him was already full of beard and hair, and he was so angry that his whole body was full of spiritual power, and his robe was bulging.

The disciple who reported the letter was knocked down by Elder Tong's aura...

"Yunmeng Pavilion! What an amazing Yunmeng Pavilion! Unexpectedly, they all belong to them!" Elder Tong said, and slapped the tea table next to him hard, and the whole table was patted with a "clang" Broken.

(End of this chapter)