I have been living in the forest for hundreds of years, and the world calls me the master of the res

Jing Yangzi sat in front of the case and looked at the Qinglian Sword Sect and others quietly.

As the head of the Dongtu Sect, they are the center of attention wherever they go.

When mentioning Dongtu, the name Qinglian Sword Sect cannot be avoided.

Thinking about it, a chill came from outside the palace.

The three people from Guhuamen walked in slowly.

The Qinglian Sword Sect and others, who were talking and laughing, suddenly turned their attention to them.

"Guhua sect disciples have met senior Jing Yangzi!"

Without even glancing at the Qinglian Sword Sect, the three of them walked to the front of Jing Yangzi's case, and the female disciple named Tu Yu spoke again.

Jing Yangzi nodded and stretched out his hand to signal the three of them to wait aside.

"Two Nascent Souls and one Pill Formation.

Guhuamen is coming in a menacing way. "

Jing Yangzi looked at the three figures and shook his head slightly.

From the other four gates, only one Nascent Soul came.

At this time, a group of people walked in outside the hall.

"Hey, Zhao Chan, are you here too?"

One of them was a young man with a wine bottle hanging on his waist and a black stubble on his chin.

After looking at the group of Qinglian Sword Sect.

He immediately and enthusiastically greeted one of the women holding a sword.

"I do not know you."

The woman from the Qinglian Sword Sect glanced at him lightly, then looked away and said calmly.

As soon as these words came out, many disciples from various sects around him almost laughed.

"Ugh……"

Zhong Xiang sighed helplessly.

Suddenly the small bamboo in her hand began to tremble violently.

Zhong Xiang thought she felt the same way, so she just patted Xiao Zhu's back lightly.

"Disciples of Dayi Cult, I have met senior Jing Yangzi!"

Yi Yangyang led his two junior brothers to meet Jing Yangzi first.

Jing Yangzi seemed to appreciate Yi Yangyang quite a lot, and nodded with a smile.

When Luo Yuan and other Qianluo Sect disciples came forward from behind, Jing Yangzi only waved his hand calmly.

The difference is very obvious.

When Ming Ruoqing finally came in, Jing Yangzi got up from behind the desk.

He looked at the five young disciples in front of him.

"You must also know that there is a demon dragon born under the abyss.

According to the disciples who came back from Yuanxia, ​​the demon dragon was in the realm of Nascent Soul and occupied an ancient palace in Yuanxia.

We won't go to the abyss during this day. You can go there to hunt the dragon during this day. Who can win the treasure depends on the ability of each party. "

Jing Yangzi looked into the void a little while talking.

A curtain mirror appeared in the middle of the hall.

In the mirror was a five-clawed dragon that was completely black and wrapped in demonic aura.

Situated in an extremely dilapidated palace.

The huge eyes were filled with bloodlust and cruelty.

Staring at the faint light falling from the abyss.

He raised his head angrily and groaned...

"Real dragon?"

A disciple of the Yi Sect was surprised when he saw this.

It was as if he had not received the news when he arrived.

"What a real dragon is, it's just a remnant soul of a real dragon.

It is this remnant soul that we seek. "

When Yi Yangyang saw the giant dragon in the mirror, his eyes were full of desire.

Most of the other disciples are like this.

If you can get the remnant soul of the real dragon.

Then whether it is to devour it to nourish one's own soul.

It is also invested in refining treasures and elixirs, which are extremely precious items in the world of mountains and seas.

Its value is no less than hundreds of thousands of spirit stones.

"First of all, I would like to remind you that if you die under the abyss, you will fall into the devil's abyss forever!"

Seeing the excitement of these juniors, Jing Yangzi only said calmly.

Countless Dao League disciples die every year under the abyss.

Turn into nutrients under the abyss.

Jing Yangzi has seen many juniors who consider themselves geniuses.

He began to look forward to how many people would be left here one day later?

"Thank you, senior Jing Yangzi, for reminding me, then our Qinglian Sword Sect will take the first step!"

The woman named Zhao Chan bowed her hands to Jing Yangzi and took the lead in leading the group away.

He was not shaken at all by Jing Yangzi's words.

The other sects were not willing to lag behind and walked out of the hall one after another.

I came here just to give Jing Yangzi some face.

Just take a walk.

Each school already knew these things when they came.

After everyone had left, Luo Yuan also led the team out of the hall.

"Except for Zhong Xiang who will go down to the abyss with me, you guys will stay here and wait."

Halfway through, Luo Yuan suddenly turned around and said to the Qianluo Sect disciples behind him.

Having more people is not necessarily a good thing, it is really not necessary.

"What about Xiaozhu?"

Zhong Xiang was a little reluctant to let go of Xiao Zhu.

I took her with me during this period of time, and I never wanted to leave her.

"Take her with you, junior sister, you have to keep an eye on her."

Luo Yuan looked at Xiaozhu who had his head lowered, nodded and gave instructions.

Luo Yuan naturally knew the value of this spirit turtle.

Maybe if you take her with you, you can get something unexpected in the abyss.

Xiaozhu breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this.

Not only did she see the sixth senior brother in the hall just now, she also saw junior sister Yan Huan.

Although the junior sister has turned into a human form, Xiaozhu will never mistake her for the aura that belongs to the same lineage.

Seeing the shocked look in Sixth Brother's eyes just now, I guess he also recognized them.

The fact is indeed what Xiaozhu thought.

Song Siming was thinking about Xiaozhu and Yan Huan while walking.

He was completely unaware of what Song Yantong said next to him.

It wasn't until she patted her shoulder with the scabbard that Song Siming came back to his senses and looked at the other party in confusion.

"Junior brother, what's wrong with you?

I've been calling you for most of the day. "

Song Yantong met Song Siming's puzzled eyes and asked doubtfully.

Because the two of them were so close, Song Yantong could see Song Siming's movements and expressions.

Totally different from the past.

"Could it be that you have fallen in love with the female Taoist friend from Qianluo Sect?"

A male disciple of the Sword Sect walking in front turned back and asked with a smile.

Just now he saw Song Siming staring at others.

It's hard not to wonder if he fell in love with her at first sight.

"Senior brother is joking."

Song Siming smiled helplessly, but couldn't explain anything.

Improving your cultivation is the right thing to do.

Women only affect the speed at which he draws his sword.

"What's the point? It's normal to find a Taoist companion.

Have you ever heard of the Acacia Sect? "

Seeing Song Siming's upright look, the male disciple shook his head and asked with a strange smile.

"Let's stop here for the gossip."

The leader, Zhao Chan, interrupted the conversation of several people.

At this time they had already emerged from the formation.

She immediately wielded her sword and flew towards the entrance of the Demonic Abyss in the distance, which was filled with boundless gray-black miasma and full of weirdness and gloom.

When Song Siming and others saw this, they didn't dare to fall behind and rushed to catch up with their swords.

A distance of hundreds of miles can be reached in an instant.

It was a cave entrance that stretched for nearly a hundred miles, like a large sinkhole.

From the air, it looks like a piece of white paper, most of which has been covered with ink.

Full of divisions and holes.

The surrounding land was also filled with deathly silence.

It is rare to see ordinary living creatures.

Even the flowers and plants are dead.

The black tone of death continues to spread outward.

The entrance to the cave is bottomless, as if a giant beast is opening its mouth to devour people.

Countless black and red miasmas are surging back and forth.

Like venomous snakes, they kept spitting out letters and patrolled back and forth full of malice.

……