My Sect is So Upbeat

The remote location, the ancestral land of Nanxu, destroyed most of the Nanhai Province.

Now the trace of Tianjizhou has disappeared, and all the people in Tianji Pavilion have disappeared.

Standing on the edge of Daozhou, Ji He stared at the fluctuations in the whole world, the embers not scattered.

In the other direction, Longjun's clothes shattered, his disheveled trembling and trembling.

As for Baihuatang and the many immortals, as well as Huang Tianqi Duanfei and others from the Valley of the Evilman, they all look far away from the Daozhou scene.

But the master of Daozhou, Nanhai Fujun was so painful that he secretly hid his face and wept.

If you want to rebuild, it will definitely take a lot of time.

The head of Qican Village also disappeared without a trace, not knowing where he was going.

Only in the mid-air of the sky, the strongest person in the Valley of the Evil and the first person in the human slaughter list, who has always been hiding, still hovered and remained silent for a long time.

As time went by, Long Jun finally noticed Ji He and immediately raised his eyes.

"Old stuff!"

He galloped directly.

Ji He shook his head from a daze, and saw Long Jun's face immediately complex.

"I slept for too long, and the world of Nanxu has changed, and I can't see through it. This Heavenly Jige...Do you know where the sacred gate is?"

Long Jun was still thinking about recounting the past with Ji He, but he didn't expect that Ji He would ask about the origin of Tianji Pavilion when he opened his mouth.

He pondered for a while and replied: "I am almost like you and have slept for a long time. As far as I know, Tianji Pavilion possesses various extraordinary abilities."

"Not limited to causal arithmetic, insight into everything, in charge of the universe, and now there is more preaching to solve puzzles, which really benefits me a lot."

When the words fell, Ji He became more complicated.

Because he knew very well in his heart, he also knew how terrifying the real ancient **** gate, the temple of sacrificial bones.

That's why he asked about the origin of Tianji Pavilion.

Judging from the first prospect, this may be an existence of the same level, or it may far exceed it, and it is more mysterious and unknown.

As the Tianji Pavilion was within the scope of the Southern Ruins, he raised his mind, and he had to try his best to make plans for the future and climb a big backing mountain.

So as not to be overwhelmed by frenzy in the future when the Eight Wildernesses are turbulent and miserable.

But obviously, I don't have much chance.

So he asked again: "What can you do to let me get in touch with the Tianji Pavilion?"

Jun Long was puzzled and asked, "Old things, you have always been good at yourselves without being affected by any forces. How did you arouse this mind?"

Ji He sighed and said, "One hundred thousand years ago, I never heard of Tianji Pavilion. Today, one hundred thousand years later, Tianji Pavilion was born."

"You have to understand that we may have entered an era of great competition."

"For example, the Tianji Pavilion, such as the Bone Sacrifice Temple, and other existences that we don't know about are having some kind of collision."

"What they do, and even the results, will affect all living things, and it is no exaggeration to say that they will change the world of martial arts."

"We need to find a backer, this is the wise move for longevity."

"Looking at the endless years of martial arts and countless times, there have been times when the arrogances are fighting, and there have been arrogant people born forever, and there have also been times when dynasties are fighting for hegemony, and the emperors who are famous in history have been born."

"Moreover, there has been an era in which thousands of races have appeared, and finally the human race has become the overlord of the martial arts."

"And right now, I feel that a new era is coming, it belongs to the Great Gods!"

Ji He's words were serious and thoughtful, and had a sense of precaution, which made Long Jun's heart tremble.

As the second-placed old guy on the longevity list, he certainly looks farther than ordinary people, and is more wise and knowledgeable.

These words have a certain truth.

"I can't touch the Tianji Pavilion, but I know a place where the Chamber Division of the Tianji Pavilion can be visited." Long Junsi said.

"What are you waiting for, go now!" Ji He did not hesitate, pulling Long Jun to the distance.

After the two left, all the people who came near Daozhou also started to leave back and forth.

His gaze shifted to the distance, Meng Kun, who hurried back to the holy clan in a panic before the preaching was over.

He has now arrived in the south, passing over Luohan Academy, galloping continuously.

Suddenly, I discovered that this ancient institution was spreading the reputation and words of the Tianji Pavilion everywhere. Some people even meditated cross-legged, seeming to have entered a strange state.

"There was not the slightest reputation of Tianji Pavilion in the south before, and within the Mon ethnic group, there was still a legacy of oral language. Why is this academy, everyone is talking about Tianji?"

Meng Kun was puzzled, but he hadn't delved into it, so he just wanted to return to Meng's house as soon as possible.

As time passed, Nuoda's realm and earth boundary appeared in front of him, the heaven and the earth showed a clear and spiritual scene, and the air was filled with the fluctuations of the holy appearance.

"Uncle Kun is back!"

On the earth, there are many magnificent palaces, and ancient mansions can be seen everywhere, accompanied by mountains, and endless.

This is the territory of the Meng family of the holy clan, a field that has been passed down for eternity.

The young heirs saw the sky and the rainbow passing by, and it was their Uncle Kun.

Meng Kun didn't have time to say hello to them, and went straight to the Presbyterian Church.

At this moment, a grand preaching ceremony is going on outside the elder's hall.

Many of the Meng family's young talents all sit cross-legged, listening carefully to the elders, their understanding of the Three Thousand Dao Daqian, as well as their spiritual understanding and so on.

Meng Kun's head-on collision aroused everyone's attention.

In this preaching, a total of seven elders came forward, all of whom were quasi-sage strong, and they all yelled.

"Little Wang Ba Laozi, what are you doing indiscriminately!"

Meng Kun landed and stood in front of the elders, holding the jade slips he had recorded in his hands.

"You should really see what is the secret preaching!" Meng Kun threw the jade slip to the elders.

They looked at each other, blowing their beards and staring with anger.

Earlier, there was news from Meng Kun that he had witnessed the process of evangelism, and that someone gained good luck from it and was promoted on the spot.

"Buddy, you are still coming. As we all know, preaching cannot be regarded as cultivation. Preaching can only deepen the ability to understand the Tao, and it is not possible to make a breakthrough on the spot."

"If this is not the case, what else do you need to practice?"

"What you said~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Many of our elders think that you have been fooled."

A gray-haired old man frowned and spoke. He is the 16th elder of the Meng family, but he is highly respected because of his great contributions to the Meng family.

Coupled with a long time of erudition, it is also the realm of the third-order quasi-sage.

In many cases, his insights and words are convincing enough.

But today, Meng Kun, no matter what, has to subvert what they have always thought.

"The preaching experience of the goddess of heaven is in the jade slips. It doesn't hurt to take a look at it?" Meng Kun replied.

"You kid, you won't cry if you don't see the coffin, I want to see how she confuses you!" The elders shook their heads and sighed.

Immediately, the true essence was revealed and poured into the jade slips.

I saw the sky above the Presbyterian Hall, beginning to show the picture of Sage Mountain and Qiu Xuanzi's words, whirling away.