Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

The disciples of Tianhai Sword Sect heard the call and returned to the cliff, no matter they were strong or weak in martial arts.

After returning to the main hall, they knew what happened.

Some wanted to hunt down the six paths of the Demon Sect, some wanted to deal with the Shenwu Mansion, and some went to clean up the mess.

More than one hundred dead masters of Tianhai Sword Sect were sent back to Haitian Cliff and sent to the martial arts training ground in front of the main hall of Haitian Cliff.

The martial arts training ground is a circular field with a diameter of 200 meters, and nearly a thousand disciples of Tianhai Sword Sect have gathered.

They all looked solemn, with anger in their solemnity, and they were staring at the red sandalwood coffins.

There were ten rows horizontally and twelve rows vertically, a total of one hundred and twenty coffins, neatly arranged, forming a strong impact.

In each red sandalwood coffin lay a master of Tianhai Sword Sect, and the expressions of each master were similar, all depressed and angry, unwilling and helpless.

Thousands of Tianhai Sword Sect disciples gnashed their teeth, wishing they could rush out immediately and kill the Six Paths of the Demon Sect and the Shenwu Palace.

Anger and hatred accumulated in their hearts.

They remained silent, and the handsome middle-aged Zhao Qianjun standing at the front of the crowd also remained silent.

His cold and lightning-like eyes swept over each coffin, each dead Tianhai Sword Sect disciple, and their faces, as if he wanted to see clearly the expressions of each of them and the thoughts of each of them at the end of their lives.

His jade-like face twisted slightly, and his eyes became colder and colder.

The atmosphere in the martial arts training ground seemed to solidify.

Zhao Qianjun's eyes suddenly became moist, and tears suddenly flowed out. A string of tears slid across his jade-like face and fell to the white jade ground.

A beautiful woman standing behind him gently pulled his hand, squeezed it hard, and signaled him to hold it back.

Zhao Qianjun gritted his teeth and looked up at the sky, trying to pour the tears back into his eyes and stop them from flowing out.

The beautiful woman looked at him with pity.

Zhao Qianjun lowered his head, forced a smile towards her, and his eyes fell on the dead Tianhai Sword Sect masters again.

Then he looked at the people around him.

Everyone looked at their dead fellow disciples in a low voice.

There were fellow disciples that he was familiar with, and there were also fellow disciples that he had had awkward conflicts with. They were all geniuses with amazing talents.

They had a bright future, but now they were lying in a coffin and were about to be buried underground.

This made them feel an inexplicable melancholy and heavy, as if they would end up like this one day.

Zhao Qianjun's voice was dry, and he said slowly: "It was my incompetence that caused all the disciples to sacrifice heroically!"

He suddenly raised his voice and shouted: "Although they are dead, their heroic spirits are still here, and they will definitely protect us and our Tianhai Sword Sect in heaven!"

He glared with anger and his face was ferocious: "They are gone, but our Tianhai Sword Sect still has countless disciples. With us, Tianhai Sword Sect cannot be destroyed. Not only will it not be destroyed, but we will become even stronger!"

Everyone was refreshed.

Zhao Qianjun said in a deep voice: "We will never let them sacrifice in vain. This revenge must be avenged!"

"Revenge!" Someone shouted along.

Then there was a continuous roar.

"Revenge!"

"Revenge!"

"Revenge--Revenge--!"

...

The roars came one after another, and the low and depressing atmosphere turned into burning and hot blood. Everyone was boiling with blood, wishing to rush down the Haitian Cliff, rush to the Six Paths of the Demon Sect and the Shenwu Mansion, and avenge their fellow disciples.

Even if I die, I will not hesitate.

Zhao Qianjun looked at them with satisfaction, his eyes bright, his jade-like face surging with excitement and madness: "Among all the sects in Daqian, only our Tianhai Sword Sect is the best, no one can match it!"

"The best in the world, no one can match it!"

"The best in the world, no one can match it!"

...

Everyone shouted again.

Fakong stood on the opposite mountain, looking at the giant sword slowly condensing above the Haitian Cliff, shook his head and closed his eyes.

The giant sword above the Haitian Cliff slowly dissipated.

Fakong opened his eyes and his gaze fell on the martial arts training ground of Haitian Cliff. He formed seals with his hands and began to mutter.

The roaring people suddenly heard a muttering in their ears, and they were startled. After listening carefully, it sounded like chanting.

Everyone turned their heads and looked around, trying to find the person who made the sound. Chanting at this time interrupted their boiling blood and energy, which was really disappointing.

But after looking around, they found nothing.

Someone shouted, "Who—?"

"Come out!"

"You're sneaking around, why don't you show up!"

The chanting sound still lingered in their minds, and every word was so clear that they could even remember it.

They couldn't help but concentrate on remembering and thinking about what the scripture was, as if they really understood Buddhist scriptures and Buddhism.

"This is the Ksitigarbha Vajrayogini Mantra!" Someone shouted in a low voice.

Everyone turned their heads and looked over, but it was a middle-aged man who was looking around with a serious face.

"Ksitigarbha Vajrayogini Mantra..." People fell into thought.

Looking at Uncle Zhou's appearance, this Ksitigarbha Vajrayogini Mantra should be very famous, and he should know it too, right?

Zhao Qianjun was refreshed and said, "Master Fakong, why don't you show up?"

The beautiful woman next to him whispered, "Master Fakong of the Vajra Temple?"

Zhao Qianjun nodded.

The faces of the several old men around him were solemn, and their eyes were burning, looking at the 120 red sandalwood coffins.

The young men in these coffins were all pillars of the Tianhai Divine Sword, their foundation, and their direct disciples.

The death of these disciples made them extremely sad and angry.

They had thought about asking Fakong to revive these disciples, but they knew in their hearts that Fakong would never agree.

Even if they sent the strongest Qinggong to arrive in Shenjing to meet Fakong as soon as possible, Fakong would definitely avoid seeing him.

Fakong was a disciple of Daxue Mountain. How could he save the elite disciples of Tianhai Sword Sect when he saw them die? He would only be happy.

Tianhai Sword Sect and Daxue Mountain had already had dirty and conflicting things, and they were eager to see the strength of Tianhai Sword Sect greatly damaged.

What's more, it was Fakong's attendant Lin Feiyang who killed them. It was no different from him killing them with his own hands, and it was even more impossible to save them.

It is very likely that Lin Feiyang did it on Fakong's orders.

At this time, when they heard Fakong's chanting, they suddenly shuddered, and hope suddenly surged in their desperate and sad state, as if they had gone from hell to heaven.

Fakong's chanting continued to linger.

Some people couldn't help but float up to the roofs of the surrounding temples, looking around, trying to find Fakong.

It was impossible to find someone by following the sound. The sound of Fakong's chanting lingered in their minds, and they could not tell which direction it came from.

They could only search with their eyes.

But Fakong was on another mountain, separated by a bamboo forest, and it was impossible to be found.

"Look! Look! Look!"

"Ah!"

"Wake up!"

...

Suddenly, exclamations rang out, and people found that the corpses in the coffins began to move, slowly sat up, and looked around blankly.

One by one, the corpses slowly sat up, holding the mouth of the red sandalwood coffin, with confused eyes.

The people around began to get excited.

Resurrection from the dead!

The Ksitigarbha Vajrayogini mantra of monk Fakong can really bring people back to life!

Hearing is false, seeing is true.

The resurrected person felt that his vitality and strength were recovering little by little, so he slowly stood up and stepped out of the coffin and stood upright.

One hundred and twenty young masters stood together, making Zhao Qianjun's eyes shine and excited.

No matter how heroic the words were, the death of 120 elite masters was a huge loss for Tianhai Sword Sect.

Now that he had lost what he had gained, he was only ecstatic.

The sound of Fakong's chanting disappeared from everyone's mind. He stood on the top of the peak with a smile, looking at the situation on the opposite side, feeling the power of faith rising wildly.

The scope of this small Western Paradise suddenly increased fourfold, and the control of the small Western Paradise became more and more comfortable.

He could clearly feel the hostility and friendliness of everyone in the entire Haitian Cliff towards him. These complex 120 young masters were full of friendliness and respect for him.

He smiled even more: These are 120 seeds!

With these 120 seeds, Tianhai Sword Sect will undergo inexplicable changes to him.

He even has the opportunity to control Tianhai Sword Sect, and it is a very secretive control.

After the Ksitigarbha Vajrayogini Mantra is cast, the person being cursed will unconsciously admire the caster, just like a reborn parent.

This is a very natural thing, and people will not doubt it.

After all, no matter how ruthless a person is, he will be grateful and want to repay the one who saved his life.

These 120 young masters have a promising future and will be the pillars of Tianhai Sword Sect in the future.

Although they only have a lifespan of 60 years.

For ordinary people, a lifespan of 60 years will make them suffer and despair, but for those who have died once, a lifespan of 60 years will make them cherish life more and achieve greater success.

And knowing that they only have a lifespan of 60 years will make their state of mind change inexplicably, making them more determined and harder.

It will be easier to break through to the Grand Master.

Naturally, they are the pillars of Tianhai Sword Sect.

And a lifespan of only 60 years will also make the disciples of Tianhai Sword Sect sympathize with them more and be more friendly to them.

After all, they sacrificed for Tianhai Sword Sect and only have a lifespan of 60 years.

In short, these 120 people are extremely useful, they can have a huge impact, and even if they speak, they will obey unconsciously.

As long as I pass my instructions to myself, pass them to them in their dreams, and implant them in their hearts, they will obey unconsciously, and I and the people around me cannot clearly understand this.

This is the deepest secret, I will never spread it to others, and I will not let anyone know.

Even Xu Qingluo and Fanning will not tell.

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Hai Tianya was jubilant, and 120 red sandalwood coffins had been moved away. In the huge martial arts training ground, people talked to them one after another.

Everyone knew what happened and immediately scolded Zhu Ni and Lin Feiyang.

"Master, I think the most important thing is to get rid of Zhu Ni!"

"Yes, get rid of Zhu Ni!"

"Zhu Ni is too threatening!"

"But how to get rid of her?"

"Assassinate her!"

"I'm afraid it's difficult. She has Lin Feiyang with her. Lin Feiyang is an expert in assassination."

"Hmph, Lin Feiyang is only one person. How many of us are there?!"

"That makes sense. Kill Zhu Ni at all costs!"

There are more than a hundred people whose martial arts have been abolished in the martial arts training field. They all have no cultivation, but their remaining power is still there. They stand at the front, next to Master Zhao Qianjun.

They hate Zhu Ni so much. First, she abolished their martial arts, and then seriously injured 120 people.

Zhu Ni and Lin Feiyang can even flatten Haitian Cliff with their cooperation!