Peach Fortune Ring

Before Wu Zhengyang could answer, Song Yan sneered and said, "Naturally, it is the Taiyi Sect. As long as the Taiyi Sect lasts for a day, the world's first-class sects will have no chance to be promoted to super strength, because they control the skills and resources.

There are so many first-class sects in the Tang Dynasty, but none of them can reach the stage of crossing the catastrophe, right? At the same time, as far as I know, any first-class sect that has the potential to grow, the Taiyi Sect will suppress them without hesitation. Why did they do this? Is it just because they are worried that they will become big, thus threatening the status of Taiyi Sect?Even the Tang Dynasty was restricted by them, and it was difficult for them to break through the fusion and cross the catastrophe. This shows how overbearing the Taiyi Sect is! "

Wu Zhengyang's eyes flashed: "Song Daoyou is right, but what can we do, the Taiyi Sect is too strong, so powerful that it is difficult to give birth to the heart of resistance!"

There was a bit of helplessness, a bit of anger, and a bit of depression in his tone.

Let's take resources as an example. The Shaoyang Sect pays a certain amount of spiritual crystals and elixir to the Tang Dynasty and the Taiyi Sect every year, but these spiritual crystals and elixir account for half of the annual income.

The Tang Dynasty made [-] percent, and Taiyi taught [-] percent.

Half of the annual income is paid, and the rest has to maintain the expenses of the sect and the cultivation of the disciples. Therefore, each time a disciple is recruited, the number of disciples must be limited, because the resources of the sect are not enough, and the higher the disciple's cultivation level, The more resources it consumes, especially the fit masters, they consume more resources in their cultivation, which is why every first-class sect can only raise one fit master, because they can't afford to raise one more.

Only when the lifespan of the older generation of body-fitting masters is almost exhausted, can the sect dare to cultivate new body-fitting masters.

As for why the lifespan of the fit masters is about to expire, it is because they have no follow-up cultivation techniques.

Song Yan sensed Wu Zhengyang's emotional changes, and asked again: "Has the suzerain ever thought about such a question? In the long run, the Taiyi Church, which cuts flesh and blood from everyone, is getting stronger and stronger, but the first-class sects in the world can only remain the same. Even when a county's resources are exhausted, it will degenerate, so you will never have the possibility of breaking through the shackles and becoming a superpower!"

"So what?" Wu Zhengyang stared at Song Yan and said.

Song Yan lowered his voice and said, with a bit of bewilderment in his voice: "Now I have an opportunity, but it is a bit risky, it depends on whether the suzerain dares to try it?"

"what chance?"

Wu Zhengyang asked.

"To destroy the Taiyi Sect is too desolate!" Song Yan paused every word.

"How is it possible?" Wu Zhengyang lost his voice.

"Why is it impossible?" Song Yan said with a smile.

"Who are you?" Wu Zhengyang stared at Song Yan coldly, full of vigilance.

Song Yan continued: "It doesn't matter who I am, what's important is that I can help the Shaoyang Sect grow stronger. After the Taihuang Prefecture sub-altar is wiped out, the Treasure House Sect's resources, the noble Sect can take [-]% of it!"

The resources in the sub-forum of Taihuang Prefecture are the resources collected by 38 first-class forces for hundreds of years. Even if they only get [-]%, that is a huge income.

For a moment, Wu Zhengyang's expression changed drastically, and he said after a while: "[-]% is not worth our risk!"

Song Yan smiled, knowing that Wu Zhengyang's heart was moved: "This is just one of the conditions. After the matter is completed, I can give you an advanced exercise that can be cultivated to the late stage of fusion!"

"It's true!"

An abrupt voice sounded, and then a thin old man walked in.

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The skinny old man seemed to be full of energy, but when he looked carefully, he could feel a faint aura of decay in the other party.

"See Old Ancestor!"

Wu Zhengyang bent down to worship, with an extremely respectful expression.

The other party waved his hand, signaling to Wu Zhengyang that there is no need to be too polite, but his eyes were fixed on Song Yan, even with a burning enthusiasm: "What you said just now is serious!"

This person is called Chen Shaoyang, he is the founding ancestor of the Shaoyang Sect, and his life span has reached nine thousand three hundred years.

A cultivator who is out of the body can live for about 5000 years, and a cultivator who is distracted can live for about 8000 years. The lifespan of a cultivator in the early stage of fusion will not exceed [-] years. That is to say, Chen Shaoyang has not many years to live.

Ants are still alive, not to mention the majestic masters in the early stage of fusion.

Therefore, in these years, Chen Shaoyang has not given up on calculating the exercises for the middle stage of the fusion, and at the same time, he is also ordering people to find the exercises for the middle stage of the fusion.

It's a pity that it is too difficult to create kung fu. He has not made much progress. As for the kung fu in the mid-stage of fusion, he has also failed. After all, all the first-class sects in the world want such a kung fu. As long as there is one, everyone will snatch it His head was bleeding, that's why Chen Shaoyang was so excited when he knew that Song Yan could provide the exercises to the late stage of fusion.

Because, if he reaches the middle stage of fusion, his life span can be increased by 1000 years. If he reaches the late stage of fusion, he can increase his lifespan by another thousand years.

"Of course it is true!" Song Yan nodded affirmatively to Chen Shaoyang's fiery gaze.

"What proof?" Chen Shaoyang asked again.

"Senior, please see!"

Song Yan took out a jade slip and handed it to the other party.

Chen Shaoyang couldn't wait to take the jade slips, Yuanshen probed into the jade slips, and suddenly a piece of exercise came to mind.

With his eyesight at the early stage of fusion, it is easy to distinguish the good or bad of the exercises.

Therefore, after he briefly glanced at this exercise that can be cultivated to the early stage of integration, he can be sure that this exercise is far superior to the ones he has practiced.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Shaoyang withdrew his primordial spirit, stared at Song Yan again, and asked, "Aren't you afraid that the old man will rob you of your exercises when you take out your exercises?"

Song Yan shook his head confidently: "I believe that senior is not the kind of short-sighted person. If you cooperate with me, senior and Shaoyang sect can get more. If you want to forcibly take away my exercises, you may not succeed!"

"Where did your confidence come from?"

Suddenly, Chen Shaoyang, who was slightly hunched, grabbed Song Yan with a claw without warning. The seemingly ordinary claw contained the true meaning of the Dao. All trembling.

"Cheep!"

The ink black sword suddenly came out of its sheath.

Bloody!

The true meaning of the way of the sword erupted, turning into a blood-red sword light that precisely hit Chen Shaoyang's palm.

"puff!"

With a burst of strength, Song Yan retreated to the door to stabilize his figure, and Chen Shaoyang was also taken a step back by Song Yan's sword.

Chen Shaoyang never expected that he would be forced to take a step back by a junior in the early stage of distraction. He couldn't help being slightly stunned, but then he praised: "Good! Such a strong sword technique!"

And Wu Zhengyang on the side was also stunned, staring at Song Yan in amazement. He was sure that if it was him who faced the sword, he would only have a [-]% chance of surviving, but thinking that the ancestor was forced to retreat One step, and he felt relieved.

"Thank you senior for your compliment!"

Song Yan put away the Mohei sword and said with a smile.

"Are you the Song Yan who was hunted down by the Taiyi Sect?" Suddenly, Chen Shaoyang said meaningfully.

"Not bad!" Song Yan nodded bluntly.