Immortal Mansion Royal Beast

Four months later, in front of Tianmen Mountain, a group of Southern Xinjiang Beast Control Sect disciples, led by more than a dozen foundation-building elders, were waiting silently.

At this time, less than one-third of the Southern Border Beast Controlmen were still willing to follow Lechuan. These people stood behind Lechuan and drew a clear boundary with other monks.

Lechuan was designated to come here to greet him. The master of the Southern Border Beast Control Sect had to show a harmonious attitude during the handover.

Lechuan didn't want to see Zhao Eulian's proud face, but he thought of having to work hard deep in the Baishan Mountains in the future, so he forced himself to endure it.

After careful consideration, Lechuan still didn't want to go back to Zongshan. Although Zongshan was good, the competition was too fierce.

And the position that Yuanying monk promised to plan for Lechuan is very likely to be just an idle job, with no profit to be made. If Lechuan goes there, it will probably be difficult for even his own family to support him.

Although he has only served as the leader of the Southern Xinjiang Beast Control Sect for thirty years, the wealth acquired by the Lechuan family during these thirty years is greater than what Lechuan accumulated in the first half of his life.

For the sake of his family, Lechuan is willing to go to the hinterland of Baishan Mountain to fight again and catch the wind that opens up the war.

Behind Lechuan, stood Fang Qingyuan, Ling Ziqing, Long Shuhong and others. Looking around, they all looked not very good.

After a long time, a flying camel ray that looked like a mountain flew from the sky. When it arrived in front of Tianmen Mountain, the shadow cast by this camel ray was enough to cover Tianmen Mountain.

This is Zhao Eulian's gold-threaded silver-backed ray that has been upgraded to Nascent Soul. On top of this ray, there is also a huge palace, covering an area of ​​more than ten acres.

The figures above moved, and soon several foundation-building monks flew down.

"My ancestor, please ask the musician uncle to come forward and talk."

In front of Camel Ray, the foundation-building monk flew down and extended an invitation to Lechuan in a very polite manner.

Fang Qingyuan was behind Lechuan and could clearly feel Lechuan's accumulated anger, but he couldn't vent it.

"Lead the way."

Lechuan spoke coldly, then flew up and flew towards the huge camel ray in the sky.

When Fang Qingyuan saw this, he also took out his magical weapon and silently followed Lechuan.

When he arrived at the palace above, looking at the masonry of the palace that contained spiritual light everywhere, Fang Qingyuan realized that Zhao Eulian seemed to be really prosperous.

The palace on the back of the camel ray is mostly made of first-level spiritual materials. A few key positions, such as the eighteen large pillars with a radius of one foot, are actually second-level materials.

Looking at the building complex covering an area of ​​more than ten acres, Fang Qingyuan secretly calculated in his mind, if he wanted to build a palace of this size, how many spiritual stones would he need?

After entering the palace, Fang Qingyuan came up with a figure that approximately thirty thousand high-grade spiritual stones were needed.

How did Zhao Eulian become so rich? Even if he was a late-stage Jindan monk, he had gotten rich too quickly in just thirty years.

With such doubts, Fang Qingyuan and Lechuan walked into the hall.

"Brother Lechuan, I haven't seen you for thirty years, and you are still the same as before. You really haven't changed at all."

At the top of the palace, Zhao Erlian sat high on the throne. Next to him were two beautiful concubines, who were actually foundation-building monks.

In the main hall, a group of young women were dancing in neon clothes. On one side of the main hall, about twenty monks were playing music.

What a grand pomp and extravagant style.

In the main hall, apart from Zhao Eulian, Fang Qingyuan glanced around and found three golden elixir monks.

The auras of these three people were mixed. They were not monks from the Beast Control Sect, but rather they looked like guests hired by Zhao Eulian.

"Brother Zhao, thank you for thinking of me. Lemou is very grateful."

After Lechuan finished his polite words, Zhao Eulian pushed aside the female cultivator beside him and stopped the singing and dancing. He walked down to the center of the hall and whispered to Lechuan:

"Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi. I said back then that I would come back."

Zhao Eulian said these words of victory, but Lechuan was not very cooperative. He stretched out his hand to interrupt Zhao Eulian:

"Brother Zhao, there is no need to say these words. These are the leader's token and token. Please keep them and I won't stay any longer."

Lechuan took out the leader's token and token, stuffed them into Zhao Oulian's hands, and then turned and left.

Fang Qingyuan saw Zhao Erlian's face becoming gloomy and uncertain. Apparently, he had not experienced enough of this kind of victory.

Recalling the embarrassment that Zhao Eulian was in when he was defeated, Fang Qingyuan shook his head and followed Lechuan away.

After Lechuan and Fang Qingyuan both walked out of the hall, Zhao Erlian grinned and said to everyone:

"Keep playing music and keep dancing. From now on, we will have the final say in this land."

"Congratulations to the head of Zhao, drink a lot!"

Suddenly, the original joy returned to the hall.

Compared to the joy in the palace above, the people in the realm below were much more negative.

Lechuan led hundreds of monks who were willing to follow him, controlled each spiritual beast, and left Tianmen Mountain directly to fly to the realm of Baishan.

In the previous four months, Lechuan had asked everyone to move away their relatives and family members, and now only a group of monks were left to complete the final handover.

The accounting issues have already been settled clearly, and Fang Qingyuan promised not to leave an extra spiritual stone for Zhao Eulian.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Fang Qingyuan gave some resources from the Southern Border Beast Control Sect to Qi Wushuang of the Qi Fu Alliance to pay for the ten airships.

The contract signed with Qi Wushuang was also officially void.

Things in the world are unpredictable, and even immortal cultivators cannot avoid the influence of the general environment. In this regard, Qi Wushuang did not make things difficult for Fang Qingyuan.

The conflict with the Lingmu Alliance also came to an end half a year ago. After Lechuan gave each of the five sect monks who came to help him a hundred high-grade spiritual stones, he asked them to return to their respective sects.

Situ Jingyu has also returned to her sect. In the past five or six years, she has been fighting constantly. With her military exploits, she has accumulated a considerable amount of wealth.

Coupled with the experience and inspiration she had gained in the past few years, before leaving, Situ Jingyu approached Fang Qingyuan and said that she was very confident that she could break through to the late stage of foundation building this time when she returned.

She hopes that when they meet again next time, her cultivation progress will surpass Fang Qingyuan's. Now she feels that Fang Qingyuan's state is the same as hers, and her heart is full of sourness.

Thinking of Situ Jingyu's unconvinced look, Fang Qingyuan's mouth curved slightly.

"Qingyuan, it's time for you to go."

At this time, Fang Qingyuan heard Lechuan's voice. After looking at Lechuan's back, he patted Yinbao on the head.

Yinbao got Fang Qingyuan's signal and quickly separated from the large group, flying alone looking towards the south.

Seeing Fang Qingyuan leaving, Ling Ziqing next to Lechuan asked:

"Master, what are you doing, little junior brother? Aren't we going to the depths of the White Mountains?"

Lechuan glanced at Ling Ziqing, then at Fang Qingyuan who was walking away, and he said hopefully:

"My master gave him a task, a task that can turn defeat into victory for us!"

Above the vast death swamp, Fang Qingyuan sat cross-legged on Yin Bao's head.

The fiery red robe was blown by the oncoming strong wind, making a rustling sound, but Fang Qingyuan didn't care at all.

When Zhao Eulian left, he was in a state of embarrassment and shabbyness. According to Lechuan, although Zhao Eulian was a golden elixir monk, his wealth only consisted of more than a thousand high-grade spiritual stones.