Fantasy: I become stronger when I meet a strong opponent. My cultivation has no upper limit.

Not long after, the results of the Battle of Huangzhou were also spread, sweeping through the remaining three Daozhou like a storm.

"Let me kill you! Ye Junlin of Xuantian Sect is actually a Mahayana realm cultivator? Even the 굛귷sages sent by Yuhua Sect were killed by him?"

"What? The army of one million monks was wiped out? What a crime!! My brother is still inside! Hey, it seems that my sister-in-law can only be left to my care..."

"With such a bloodthirsty spirit, the white-haired old devil must be punished by God! He is simply the number one executioner in the Eastern Region!"

Throughout Florida, monks with sad faces can be seen everywhere, chanting sutras to save the souls in the distance.

The Xuankong Temple, which was originally full of fanfare, fell into silence after learning the news.

땤In a certain attic in Lingzhou, an incredible exclamation came from.

"Impossible! That guy from Huangzhou is actually so strong?! Isn't he the reincarnation of a great master from the immortal world?!"

Xue Tianyi's intense movement was interrupted. After listening to the report from his subordinates when he was angry, Xie Yi's face was full of astonishment.

The guard said bitterly: "Young man, it's true."

Xue Tianyi was really frightened, and his back felt cold. Fortunately, he didn't do anything, otherwise even his father wouldn't be able to save him!

"Quickly, find a few more female cultivators for me, and I will be able to calm you down!"

"ah??"

"Why are you still standing there? Can't you understand people? If I tell you to go, just go! Otherwise, I'll bring your mother over to make up for it!"

Hear the words.

The guard looked panicked and hurriedly retreated in fear. He didn't want his mother to be tortured to death by Xue Tianyi.

Xue Tianyi let out a heavy breath, threw himself on the bed and continued to work.

Inside the curtain, the howl of a slaughtering pig sounded again.

At this time, after hearing the news of the defeat, the entire Yuhua Sect was in huge shock. Both the younger brothers and the elders felt extremely unbelievable.

How many years has passed since the Yuhua Sect suffered a defeat in a foreign war? Is this the first time that it has happened?

Especially the death of 굛귷core elders, which has undoubtedly shaken the foundation of the sect!

You know that each of them has the power of life and death over the people below them. Normally, they are like gods in the sect, with a high status.

As a result, this time it was all gone forever!

Dang, Dang, Dang!

The death knell tolled and echoed in the sky.

The atmosphere within the sect was depressing, with sobbing heard from everywhere.

"You, what you said is true?"

In the True Inheritance Hall, Chen Xiao, who was recovering from his injuries, stood up staggeringly if he was struck by lightning, his eyes filled with horror.

"Holy 떚! Old 꽬늉늉 is true! Now this matter has been spread in the Eastern Region, our Yuhua Sect has lost completely this time!"

Law Enforcement Hall Mo Lao's eyes were red and he cried.

Chen Xiao staggered back, fell to the ground, and said with a sad smile: "Ye Junlin, you are so scheming. You are already a Mahayana master, but you conceal your cultivation. Are you deliberately playing tricks on me?"

He originally thought that if he worked hard to cultivate the combined state, he would have the capital to compete with Ye Junlin.

But he didn't expect that reality slapped him in the face so quickly!

That guy is not a combination, he is Mahayana!

"Holy Saint, you must not be discouraged. That white-haired old devil has lived for tens of thousands of years. Otherwise, how could he have such profound cultivation? You are still young and it is too early. Mahayana has nothing to do with him. Words are the end, but for you, it is a necessary stage!”

"After all, you have the appearance of becoming an immortal!!!"

Seeing that Chen Xiao was in despair, Mr. Mo quickly spoke words of encouragement.

Chen Xiao's gloomy eyes gradually brightened, "Yes, I will overcome the tribulation and become an immortal in the future! How can I just admit defeat like this? Isn't it just the Mahayana realm? I will be able to break through sooner or later!"

"That's right!"

Mr. Mo nodded.

Suddenly, Chen Xiao seemed to have made some kind of decision, and gritted his teeth and said: "Mr. Mo, please inform the superiors that I have decided to refine the Sun Highest Object in advance, just to improve my cultivation and strength as soon as possible!"

"What? Holy 떚, you are going 놚 now..." Mr. Mo's face was full of shock, and he almost suspected that his ears heard it wrong.

That object of the Sun is called the Sun True. It is said that it fell from the sky millions of years ago, causing Qingzhou to be thousands of miles away. Burned to the point of death, when there was no way to do anything, the ancestor of the Yuhua Sect finally took action and sealed the great power of the Sun deep in the forbidden area of ​​the sect.

It wasn't until Chen Xiao, who was carrying the Immortal Body of the Sun, appeared that the senior leaders of the sect remembered that this object of the Sun was suitable for Chen Xiao's envoy.

However, because the power of this object is too overbearing, even if it is very compatible with the Sun Immortal Body, due to Chen Xiao's current insufficient cultivation, he can only postpone the refining.

In the view of the sect, one must at least reach the Mahayana realm before they are willing to hand it over to Chen Xiao for refining!

Because when refining, it will be very painful and difficult!

If you cultivate to a higher level, this feeling will be alleviated and you will be more sure of success, but it will be a failure and you will definitely die if you have a backlash!

Now, Chen Xiao, who has not yet reached the body state, actually proposed to refine the sun essence, which made Mo Lao feel very embarrassed.

After all, Chen Xiao has been in the Yuhua Sect for millions of years, and his talent and physique are extremely good. He is the best candidate to become an immortal in the future.

Among them, if there is any accident, the gain outweighs the loss!

"Sheng 떚, I understand your mood, but you should calm down..."

"Mo Lao! Please believe me! I just want to become stronger now. The sun is really preparing for me. This is something that has been destined for a long time!"

Chen Xiao's eyes were firm and he said word by word: "This saint is reborn in nirvana!"

Infected by the young man's belief, Mr. Mo was greatly shocked. His eyes showed deep admiration and he sighed: "Okay, I will report the truth truthfully. Please be mentally prepared for this."

Looking at Mr. Mo's leaving figure, Chen Xiao sat cross-legged on the futon again, his thoughts suddenly came to him, and he felt like he would risk his life to survive without breaking or establishing.

In his mind, recalling the beautiful figure in red, Chen Xiao felt a sense of shame of being defeated. A look of resentment appeared on his face, and he said in a cold voice: "Next time, I will take your life!"

놚If you want to kill your enemy, you should start by killing his apprentice!

The Battle of Huangzhou caused an uproar in the Eastern Region. Xuantian Sect's status soared crazily. Not only was it officially one of the Great Immortal Sects, it also successfully broke into the top five.

땤Ye Junlin's reputation has naturally skyrocketed. After being fabricated by various good people, nicknames such as the white-haired old devil, the white-haired murderer, the white devil, and the leaf devil are all placed on his head.

His cruel reputation was widely circulated, and even the crying babies stopped crying when his reputation was mentioned in the middle of the night!

After all, he slaughtered an army of millions of monks and killed countless golden Yuanyings in his hands. There was also evidence of any combination of gods, and even the so-called venerable ones in the Mahayana realm had fallen.

With such a shocking record, who dares to think about the bright side?

There was a lot of discussion in the four states of the Eastern Territory, and countless forces were in awe of Ye Junlin!

At the same time, they couldn't help but set their sights on the Feather Gate, wanting to see how the Feather Gate would react to the outside world.

But what is surprising is that Yuhua Sect was really hurt by this loss, so it did not take the next step of retaliation.

…

A few months later.

Xuantian Sect, Piaomiao Peak.

The sun was shining high and the birds were chirping.

Ye Junlin wore sunglasses and sat comfortably on a recliner. He picked up a goblet made of thousand-year-old glass and said in a pretentious tone: "Mr. Hong, please give me a cup of Lafite from 귷괗~"

"Okay, Mr. Ye." Hong Qianye seemed to be used to it. His face was very calm. He put his hand on his chest, gently bent down to salute, then took out the obsidian bottle and slowly moved it towards the goblet. Pour in the red liquid.

The red liquid smells mellow and fascinating.

This is brewed from ten thousand years of blood grapes, which is of great benefit to the body of the practitioner.

Ye Junlin took a sip gently, with an intoxicated look on his face, and praised: "Very Good!!"

Hong Qianye's expression was calm, and she cursed in her heart: "Yes, 꺗 has gone crazy. This guy's brain is really sick. When will this miserable 꿂떚 of mine be cured?"

He was speechless about Ye Junlin's behavior, but he could only cooperate with the performance due to his lust and power.

Ye Junlin didn't pay attention to Hong Qianye's look that looked like she was mentally retarded. At this time, he was shaking the red wine glass, closing his eyes and humming a tune, immersed in his own world.

At this time, the system prompt sounded, [Ding, the number of signatures today has been refreshed, would you like to check in? 】

"Sign."

Ye Junlin's heart moved and he muttered silently.

[Ding, congratulations to Su 덿 for his explosive character and obtaining a supreme mount! 】

Ding dong!

The cup fell to the ground, and a pool of red wine spilled on the ground.

"Disciple, I know my mistake!" Hong Qianye was startled, and quickly bent down and lowered his head as a conditioned reflex, thinking that it was because of himself that the silver-haired young man in front of him was dissatisfied.

But Ye Junlin's mind was entirely on the reward. He was breathing a little quickly and secretly asked anxiously: "Tong, tell me more fully, what kind of mount is it?!"