No one really thinks I'm a master, right?

Chapter 120 It's up to you to save the world
"What? There is such a thing?" Mi Ling was shocked, and said why no one came in for hundreds of years. It turned out that such a major event happened in the world, and even Zulong was seriously injured, and his aura almost faded away.

"No, if you don't tell the truth, I know the strength of Shangqingguan best. It's good if we don't go and kill the mere overseas evil gods. They still have the courage to fight here?" Mi Ling thought about it, and something was still wrong.

"Senior Mystic Spirit doesn't know something, but this junior listened to Master, it is the evil gods of Buddhism, the Holy See, the Olympic Holy Mountain, and the mainland of Asgard, all of them, together with the army of mortals, invaded the land of China. Fortunately, there is me, the patriarch of Shangqingguan. They almost defeated the enemy with one force and severely damaged the overseas evil gods, but in the end they all unfortunately fell." Yi Fan said seriously.

"Fall, fell? All three thousand disciples have fallen?"

Mi Ling was shocked and grabbed Yi Fan's shoulders, his eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe it.

It has been hundreds of years, and it is said that there should be experienced disciples entering the secret realm, but the mysterious spirit waited and waited for hundreds of years and no one was seen. This situation has not been seen in thousands of years since he enlightened his wisdom.

Mystery also thought about whether something serious happened, foreign enemies invaded?
He knows how powerful Shangqingguan is, and it is very valuable not to invade others. He really can't think of any enemy that can seriously damage Shangqingguan?
And even if a strong enemy is coming, Shangqing Temple will open a secret place to avoid it. How could it be possible that no one has been seen for hundreds of years?
The only possibility is that a huge change occurred, the collective was trapped, or the collective fell. . . . . .

For thousands of years, Mi Ling has watched one after another of disciples come in to experience training. Every disciple, including Patriarch Changmei, Patriarch Dangmo, Patriarch Lingxiao, etc., all disciples who enter the secret realm will respectfully call him A lifetime ancestor or predecessor.

He also regards these people as his disciples and even relatives.

He also witnessed with his own eyes the ancestors of the Qing Dynasty who ascended to heaven.

Ru Jin suddenly heard the bad news, how did you make Mi Ling believe it?

Mi Ling let go of Yi Fan, and walked out of the door blankly, looking at the endless prairie standing for a long time, his face became more and more ugly, a pair of old fists creaked, and two lines of clear tears slid down his old face .

It should be true, although he is very reluctant to believe it and face it.

But facts are facts.

In the past few hundred years, the secret spirit could not wait for a person to experience it, nor could it wait for an elder to repair the formation. Even the spiritual energy was getting less and less, and the connection between the secret realm and the Shangqing Temple was almost severed.

If it weren't for the secret spirit sacrificing thousands of years of cultivation to maintain the huge space barrier channel between the huge secret realm and the human world, I am afraid that it would have been stripped away by the powerful space storm and exiled in the endless void of the universe.

Today, a mere registered disciple of Shangqing Temple cultivated Tiangang Step Ninth City and crushed Ling Xiao, blasting open the gate of the secret realm with an incomparably domineering posture, which made the already exhausted secret spirit even more overwhelmed.

However, his mood was extremely happy, because a disciple who had not established a foundation had such strength, so it would definitely be fine for the Shangqing Temple, and there must be something important that was delayed.

But he never expected that what he was most worried about happened.

Three thousand disciples of the Qing Dynasty all fell, and none of them survived. . . . . .

"call!"

On the endless prairie, a fresh breeze suddenly rose, and it became stronger and stronger, and soon connected to the sky and the earth, turning into countless huge hurricanes. Wherever it passed, there was no grass growing, and the ground was in a mess, which was extremely terrifying.

Yi Fan looked up, and the cloudless high sky instantly gathered endless dark clouds, pea-sized raindrops poured down, lightning as thick as a child's arm pierced the sky, and deafening thunder rolled endlessly.

"Ah ah ah, I'm going out and destroying you little gods!!!"

"Boom!"

Just like the God of Thunder annihilating the world, thousands of thunderbolts struck down together, and a sea of ​​fire spread outside the hut. The hot fire waves made even Yi Fan's body feel slightly uncomfortable.

Surrounded by the scorching fire, Yi Fan understood the grief in Mi Ling's heart very well.

Although he is not familiar with the three thousand Shangqing seniors who sacrificed, if the Shangqing Temple is broken, if Baimei and others are killed by the enemy, then I believe Yi Fan will dare to step out of this Qingtian.

After a long time, the mysterious spirit seemed to calm down slowly, looking at the scorched land in a daze, speechless.

"What's your name!"

"Back to senior, junior Yi Fan!"

"Oh, what? What did you say your name was?" Mysterious Spirit's expression changed drastically, he turned around suddenly and asked eagerly.

Yi Fan didn't understand, so he had to say again: "Senior, my name is Yi Fan!"

"Yi Fan, you are actually called Yi Fan, okay, okay, that's it, that's it, I finally understand, I finally know what's going on, hahaha!" The mysterious spirit suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, the sound shaking the whole world.

"The great way to simplicity is easy, the change of yin and yang is easy, and the mother of all things is easy. However, the great way starts from the ordinary and returns to the ordinary. Heavenly secret, heavenly secret, your divination should be on this person!"

Yi Fan was confused when he heard this, it was all happening here and there.

"Yi Fan, it seems that it is God's will for you to join my sect!"

"Senior, I don't quite understand!"

"I don't care if I don't understand, because I don't understand either!"

Yi Fan: "..."

The mysterious spirit smiled and continued: "I'm not teasing you, I'm asking you, who is the current leader?"

"Master? I haven't officially entered the profession yet, so I don't know the master's name, but my brothers and sisters all call him Master Baimei."

"Baimei? I've never heard of such a person. Could it be the grandson of Changmei?"

Mi Ling thought for a while, but still couldn't recall which great god Bai Mei was, so he simply waved his hands and said, "It's not important, after you go back, you will find your master, and he must teach you the technique of "Tian Yan Shen Divination". And you must cultivate to great success, and the cultivation base must be above Mahayana before you can deduce the whereabouts of your ancestors, otherwise not only you, I am afraid our entire Shangqing Temple, but the entire world of cultivating immortals will have heaven. Great disaster, you must keep in mind, be careful and serious."

"The junior should keep in mind the teachings of the senior. However, the junior's qualifications and cultivation are too low. So far, he is only in the Qi training period. Not only has he not yet established the foundation, but he has not even fully understood the basic swordsmanship. I'm afraid what the senior said about "Tianyan" It is difficult for juniors to understand the art of divine divination." Yi Fan said in a low voice, a little timidly.

"Fart, I have lived for thousands of years and have seen countless masters of the Shangqing Patriarchs. No one has ever been able to practice the Tiangang Steps to the Great Perfection in the physical state, even the limited number of Patriarchs such as Ling Xiao. You can only comprehend it in the Mahayana stage. If you say that your qualifications are low, then aren't Ling Xiao and the others just idiots?" Mi Ling shook his sleeves and his beard trembled with anger.

"Uh, Mahayana?" Yi Fan's eyes rolled, secretly thinking, could this guy be very strong?

But even if it is very strong, it is only compared to those of the same generation on the outside. Among other things, my elder brother alone is far away. That kind of realm, that kind of cultivation, that kind of Taoist heart, I am afraid that I will never be able to do it in my life. Unattainable.

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