Cultivation of Immortality Begins from the Red Mansion

Ji Lingyu chuckled and said: "When I go out, a certain person pretends to be a Blood Demon Sect monk with this fake Blood Demon Sect blood path technique, which is so fake that it is unfavorable. It is no wonder that the high-level monks of the Blood Demon Sect are investigating and arresting me."

Xiaoyaomeng saw that he was quite proud at this time, and couldn't help pouring cold water on him: "You have to be careful, now the Zhongdu Imperial City Conference is about to come, and the old ghost Nascent Soul of the Blood Demon Sect has also arrived here with the genius monks of the Blood Demon Sect. They realize it’s better to not have you.”

Ji Lingyu's expression changed, and his sharp eyes rolled around.

"The Nascent Soul monks of the Blood Demon Sect are also here at this grand event in Zhongdu? Are the Nascent Soul monks of other major sects also here? Why are there Nascent Soul monks gathering here? Don't they usually not appear in front of people?"

Xiaoyaomeng laughed loudly after hearing this: "Nascent Soul monks also need to communicate, and the secret realm of the Zhongdu Dynasty is related to the proud sons of the great sects. How can it be without the protection of Yuanying monks, but generally it is only in the early stage of Yuanying The monks are out and about.”

Ji Lingyu was quite speechless. It's great that the genius of the sect is so good. There are Nascent Soul monks to ensure his safety when he goes out.

In this case, you have to be more careful and don't expose your skills in front of others.

But he shook his head. During the competition, the skills will always be exposed, and they will definitely be seen through by the high-level monks of the Blood Demon Sect and the Blood Spirit Palace...

What should I do?

Don't you want to participate in this competition and enter the secret realm of the dynasty?

Ji Lingyu thought for a long time, his eyes sharp and cold.

Cultivation is so difficult now, how could you not go if you have the chance? Even if your identity is exposed, you can only take the risk.

Xiaoyao dreamed that Ji Lingyu's expression was changing, and his face was sharp and ferocious.

She couldn't help but lower her voice, and some didn't dare to look directly at him.

"Ji, Ji Lingyu, don't look like this. I'm a little scared."

Ji Lingyu's expression softened when he saw her looking like a quail.

He laughed and said, "No need to be nervous, Fairy Xiaoyao. Now that Mrs. Xiaoyao has arrived at the Imperial City of Zhongdu, I would like to pay her a visit. No matter if the senior hits or scolds me, I will never say no. After all, I made my fault first." ."

Xiaoyaomeng pursed his lips: "I don't know what the hell you are planning. I can tell you that several Jindan brothers from Xiaoyao Sword Sect have arrived here. Put away your little thoughts. They are all sword cultivators, and they have terrible eyes. You can’t knead the sand.”

Ji Lingyu didn't say much and didn't seem to hear the words.

Xiaoyao Meng stopped talking. She stood up, grabbed the fruit plate on the table with her left hand, and picked up a peach-like fruit that glowed red.

One bite and juices splashed out.

"Let's go, mother is a guest in the palace of the Seventh Palace Lord. Why don't you think Sister Feng is here? I still sneaked out."

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The northern inner city wall shrouded by the shining gray sky formation is majestic and solemn, reflecting the dark and simple light.

A huge city gate hole over a hundred feet in the middle was now closed, and two side doors more than ten feet wide were opened on the left and right, with a gray light barrier covering the inside.

In front of the side city gate, two rows of young monks in black armor stood straight. They were all in the late stages of foundation building.

Xiaoyaomeng ignored them and entered directly into the city gate. He used the magic formula in his right hand to create a simple token with black light.

In the city gate on this side, the gray light curtain barrier disappeared instantly.

She recalled the token with her right hand and moved forward quickly.

Ji Lingyu followed Xiaoyaomeng into the side entrance of the inner palace of the northern imperial city without any hindrance.

This palace city with a radius of dozens of miles is paved with gray stones, and black halls stand alone. It is quite empty and deserted, and there are not a few maids and servants.

Xiaoyaomeng led Ji Lingyu through a wooden corridor on the side, and arrived at a hall with a faint black light on the side and large black columns several feet wide on both sides.

The door of the palace, which is dozens of feet wide, is wide open and has no formation restrictions.

Xiaoyaomeng didn't hesitate, raised his foot and crossed the one-foot-high threshold of the palace, and walked to the right.

Ji Lingyu quickly crossed the abrupt threshold and followed him.

When I came in, I saw that this side hall was a hundred feet wide, with two rows of wooden chairs, and several monks were already sitting there.

To the left of the central seat, a middle-aged man in black brocade clothes looked to the right with a smile on his face, as if he was saying something.

On the right was a beautiful mature woman in white gauze palace attire, Mrs. Xiaoyao. She was looking at the two people who had just come in. When she saw the young man in white behind her, she frowned and seemed a little displeased.

There are several young men and women in the two rows of seats on the left and right below.

On the right is the seventh young master dressed in white. She still looks like a young master and looks quite handsome.

On the left is a young man in white clothes, with a stern face and a serious smile.

There is a woman in white sitting next to her. She is in her thirties, with a slender figure and a cold and arrogant expression.

Xiaoyaomeng stepped forward and said, "Mother, Daoist Ji has something to do with me. I went out for a while, and now he is here to apologize to you..."

The people above all looked over, and Mrs. Xiaoyao snorted coldly.

"Ji Lingyu, I asked you to take care of Meng'er along the way, but you left her and the injured Seventh Palace Master on the boat, and ran to the imperial capital of Zhongzhou alone. Now you still dare to come here to see me?"

Ji Lingyu's face showed bitterness, he stepped forward and bowed and said: "Senior, please, it's not that I don't want to protect Fairy Xiaoyao and the two returning to the East China Sea, but I have a lot of grudges with the Demon Sect of the East China Sea, so I don't dare to show up in front of others, so as not to provoke Fairy Xiaoyao. Right and wrong.”

Mrs. Xiaoyao's expression softened slightly, and she looked at Ji Lingyu for a moment.

"In that case, I can't blame you. It seems that you have improved your skills a lot now. I will compete with Meng'er's fellow disciples later. I will see you later if I have something to do."

"Senior, since I am so elegant, I will definitely learn the skillful swordsmanship skills of the Xiaoyao Sword Sect."

Ji Lingyu responded neither humble nor arrogantly.

At this time, the middle-aged man in black brocade clothes on the left smiled and said: "Since Mrs. Xiaoyao still has many important matters, I will take my leave first."

He looked down at the young man in white again and frowned.

"Lao Qi, you must do your best to be a landlord and make your Taoist friends from the Xiaoyao Sword Sect feel at home."

"Yes! Your Majesty, walk slowly!"

The Seventh Young Master stood up and responded respectfully, but Mrs. Xiaoyao did not speak.

The middle-aged man in black brocade didn't delay when he saw this. He looked at Ji Lingyu, got up and walked to the back door on the left.

Ji Lingyu was shocked. This middle-aged man with a square face and a rich body was the Emperor of Qin?

Just looking at myself, I felt a little palpitated. Could it be that the peak Golden Core cultivators were so powerful that they could see through me at a glance?

Compared with him, Master Tianxuan seems to be more mysterious and dangerous.

Just now he smiled and called himself junior to Mrs. Xiaoyao, so the beautiful woman above him is the Nascent Soul cultivator! ! !

Ji Lingyu couldn't help but be more respectful to the audience.

At this time, the woman in white sitting on the right said: "Junior Sister Xiaoyao, if you don't introduce this fellow Taoist, you brought him here. It seems that only Senior Brother Wu and I don't know him." "

Ji Lingyu looked up and saw that the woman in white turned her head to look at him with a rather cold expression, but also showed some curiosity.