Family Cultivation: I can catalyze spirit insects

Several people greeted them, and they began to keep their eyes closed and wait for the evil conference to be held.

This is six hours.

At this point, the sky had darkened, a round moon, high hanging sky, and bright moonlight.

In the moonlight, a figure came in the air and fell to the door of the temple.

Come, a gray robe old man, wearing a bucket, a bamboo pole hanging on his back, a wine gourd on his waist, lazy.

"Yu Lingzong, Zhou Ziyu, I have seen Yuquan Taoist friends."

"Senior, please." Please. "

Yuquan is a real person with a smile, and his expression is quite polite.

Song Yiming was swept away, but was surprised to find that this week, there was no trace of spiritual fluctuations on his body, just like an ordinary mortal.

"Strange, Zhou Ziyu's cultivation, I can't even see it."

Song Yiming's heart was stunned.

He practiced the "Royal Sutra", and he was ten times stronger than the same -order monk. Generally, Jin Dan was real, and he could see the cultivation at a glance.

However, this week, the fishes are like a layer of mist, which makes people elusive.

"This person has a looming demon. Although it is very light, it is absolutely impossible."

"Could it be a big demon?"

The monster is in the shape of the beast, and it needs to cross the shape of the thunderbolt. The cultivation is at least the Yuanying period.

Song Yiming was shocked, but immediately relieved.

Among the seven surnames, Yu Lingzong is the most mysterious. The disciples of Zongmen are good at the Emperor Ling Beast and fight against the enemy.

There are rumors that the ancestor of the Royal Lingzong is a snake demon, but it has no verification in the age.

Well!

Just after Zhou Ziyu, soon after entering the main hall, in the distance, he flew again.

The glory dispersed, revealing a puppet, height, the height of his body, casting green gold and casting, carrying an ethics of his shoulders, murderous.

"Jin Ting Wang, Wang Yuanjia."

"Qing Ping Li, Li Qingge."

"Guanghan Wu, Wu Bingyan."

On the puppet, three figures jumped down, and he was granted.

These three people, the two women and one man, were swinging on their bodies, and they were all founders.

Jin Ting Wang's, good at the 傀 傀 傀, Wang Yuanjia, eight feet tall, tiger's back, and muscles on his body, like a piece of iron.

Qing Ping Li's, good at alchemy, Li Qingge, wearing a green dress, a jade flute in the waist, a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Guanghan Wu's, good at the technique of the royal sword, Wu Bingyan, wearing a masked gauze, a white palace skirt, tall figure, like a Guanghan fairy.

"Three friends, please."

Yuquan's real person smiled, and the three nodded slightly and walked into the hall.

At this point, the seven ancestors and five surnames, the twelve major forces, all of them.

Om!

Yuquan's real person raised his fingers. In the middle of the hall, a bronze ancient mirror with three feet highs flashed, and a picture appeared.

In the picture, it is a rolling mountain range.

"Everyone, this bronze ancient mirror, has an extraordinary origin, is a Chinese magic weapon, named [Two instrument Mirrors]."

"The picture in the mirror is the place where the ghost disaster occurs, [two bounds mountains], located in the west of Zhao Guo, and borders [the place where the spiritual spirit]."

Song Yiming nodded secretly.

The place of absolute spirit is an endless desert. It is vast and boundless. It is millions of miles.

In the desert, there is a [Spirit Sandstorm]. The monks fell into it.

Throughout the ages, many monks, in order to avoid the huntering of the enemy, and escaped into the place where they were in a soul, the end was miserable.

Although the mountains of the two realms block the sandstorms, there is a spatial crack, which is connected to the Yinji world. Every five hundred years, the ghost disaster will erupt.

In order to resist the ghost disaster, the major sects of Zhao Guo built a pass, named [Zhenguan Guan].

"According to the deduction, three months later, it was the period of the outbreak of the ghost disaster. This time, the ghost disaster was fierce than ever before."

"Once the township ghost is told, the ghosts of the Yinji world will drive straight into and attack Zhao Guo. At that time, the creature must be coated with charcoal."

"Seven ancestors and five surnames must transfer all the main force to the town ghost Guan, vowed to keep the Guan Po, can't put a ghost, step into Zhao Guo!"

Yuquan is a real person, with a calm look and righteous words.

However, everyone listened, but it was difficult.

Town ghosts are the first line to resist the disaster, and it is also the most dangerous place.

With the ghost disaster, the ghosts of the Yin Di Realm poured out like a tide, and they were endless. If there was a slight difference, they would die.

"Yuquan Daoyou, I will send ten elders to build ten elders, bring a hundred disciples, and come to the Zhenguan."

Mo Fei, groaning a little, slowly spoke.

Yuquan's real person heard his words, his face sank.

"Mo Lao, can you be a three -year -old child?"

"Town ghosts, dangerous, non -Jin Dan's real people, you can't defend. You send some founders to build a monk, refine your disciples, and watch the show?"

"Old Yuquan, the old man gives your face to your face, there is no enough benefits, I want to let the Magic Sect, send Elder Jin Dan, delusion!"

Mo Fei sneered, and he didn't give it at all.

The two looked at each other, and the sword was tense.

"Keke, two seniors, don't be angry, say something well."

Song Yiming coughing lightly and hitting the field.

"Resisting the ghost disaster is the common responsibility of the seven ancestors and five surnames. No one can shirk, but the benefits are not less."

"Senior Yuquan, I don't know, what are the benefits of guarding the ghosts of the town?"

Song Yiming bowed and asked Yuquan Zhenren.

"Of course there are benefits."

"Every sect and school, for every Jindan Zhenren, my Yujing Zhao family will agree to one condition."

"As long as this condition does not violate the conscience of heaven and earth, my Zhao family will never refuse!"

Yuquan Zhenren made a vow, and everyone took a breath of cold air after hearing it.

Yujing Zhao family is the first immortal cultivation family in Zhao State, with a history of thousands of years, profound heritage, and a Yuanying Zhenjun sitting in charge.

A condition, seemingly simple, is actually extremely precious.

"My Qingping Li family is willing to send a Jindan elder to guard the Ghost Gate."

"As long as the Zhao family agrees to open the library, let my Li family members go in to comprehend for a month."

Li Qingge was the first to express his opinion.

Yuquan Zhenren thought for a while and finally nodded in agreement.

"Well, as long as you, the Li family, promise not to copy or pass on the skills to others, you can enter the library and meditate for a month."

"Thank you, senior."

Li Qingge smiled and bowed. Seeing this, the other forces expressed their opinions.

Soon, ten Jindan Zhenren were finalized.

"Senior, my Five Poison Sect is also willing to send a purple extreme scorpion to guard the pass. Is that possible?"

Seeing Yuquan Zhenren looking at him, Song Yiming stood up and bowed.

"Haha, I have heard that the Five Poison Sect raises two third-level scorpions with Jindan combat power."

"Tell me, what conditions do you want from the Five Poison Sect?"

Song Yiming smiled slightly, took out a piece of purple ore from the storage bag, and handed it to Yuquan Zhenren.

"Senior will know at a glance."