Cultivation System [Transmigration Book]

Kunlun Fairy Mountain, Kunlun Sect.

A group of ascetics gathered in the sect, and the number of ascetics increased over time.

The sect hall was crowded with high-level ascetics, while some low-level ascetics gathered in the vast training ground outside the hall.

Everyone has different expressions on their faces, including excitement, excitement, worry, and fear.

So many ascetics gather here, accounting for almost 50% of the sects in the Misty Continent.

The scary thing is that this data is still being refreshed.

What is it that can cause such a big commotion in the cultivation world of Piaomiao Continent, which has been quiet for many years?

The answer is the large array of yin and yang sacrifices.

At this time, in the meeting hall, the rulers of various sects and some of their core elders were sitting upright.

Kunlun Sect, as the suzerain of the head of the major sects, saw the sound of quarreling and dodging in the audience, and he slapped the table angrily.

Bang!

The hard and thick marble table was shattered by a palm, turning into a pile of white fine ash.

"Quiet!"

Everyone's eyes instantly shifted to the position of the Kunlun Sect Master. No matter who were arguing hotly or scolding vigorously, they all shut up and looked at the Kunlun Sect Master.

The suzerain of Kunlun, Meng Han, was really disappointed when he saw the performance of the audience.

The time for the Piaomiao Continent to be peaceful is too long!

The comfort of the millennium has caused these so-called decent sects to be at a loss when they encounter great difficulties.

After discovering that the Yin-Yang Living Sacrifice Formation had been activated, the Kunlun Sect, as the head of each sect, convened a demon extermination meeting.

The meeting has been going on for several days, but not only has there been no progress, the leaders of these sects have started to shirk responsibility from each other, only thinking of letting others solve the problem instead of taking risks themselves.

Meng Han went back to the mountain alone to preside over the meeting, but for the first time in his life, he regretted that he might as well have watched the situation at the eye of the formation with Meng Nian.

A few days of meetings here with these so-called suzerains who will only shirk their responsibilities is a waste of words.

Meng Han dissatisfiedly glanced at the people present, and said, "Why are there only so many sects participating? The meeting has come to an end, and if those sects evade the excuse that they are too late to attend the meeting, then don't blame me, Meng Han, for not showing face." .”

Everyone bowed their heads and remained silent. Many sects did not participate in the small thought, they also did, but under the pressure of Kunlun Sect, they still came to participate.

Meng Hanqi was extremely cold, and the cold air was wanton all over his body.

"You know what kind of catastrophe it will cause once the Yin-Yang Living Sacrifice Formation is completed! The Heavenly Demon Sect reappears, and we have the responsibility and the obligation to wipe it out!"

The core elder of a small sect whispered dissatisfiedly, "The Yin-Yang Living Sacrifice Formation has been lost for a long time, and it is still unknown whether it can be truly completed."

"Furthermore, the Tianmo Cult was wiped out thousands of years ago. This incident may be just the actions of some great demons, and there is nothing to fear at all."

"Good! Good! Good!"

Meng Han uttered three good words in a row, and laughed back in anger, "You don't care about the Yin-Yang Live Sacrifice Formation, you ignore the Heavenly Demon Sect, but what about the Divine Tribulation? Isn't the appearance of the Divine Tribulation enough to prove that the Piaomiao Continent is about to face a catastrophe? !"

"Maybe it's just that a powerful person ascended and wanted to attack God." An elder argued.

"Try it! God's catastrophe is something you can cross if you want!" Meng Han blocked the elder speechless, "I haven't seen God's catastrophe for thousands of years, but it happened when these two things happened. How could it be a coincidence!"

Everyone was silent, and none of the people sitting here was stupid.

Wouldn't it be a big joke to just let them believe that the Yin-Yang Living Sacrifice Formation, which has been lost for thousands of years, can be successfully completed?

The Heavenly Demon Sect was wiped out by the Dragon Clan in the upper third level. This was a major event thousands of years ago, and no ascetic was aware of it.

Now tell them that the Tianmo Cult has reappeared, isn't this slapping the Dragon Clan in the face?

To make them doubt the failure of the upper triple layer, which is so powerful and terrifying, is to force them to believe that the sun rises from the west.

Simply bullshit!

Besides, is it strange that God Tribulation reappears?

Isn't the lower realm member of the Dragon Clan in the upper third level the son of Meng Han, Meng Junzhu?

His own son is a member of the upper third level, so what's so strange about crossing the catastrophe and meeting the gods?

"You!" Meng Han looked at the expressions of the suzerains and elders who obviously didn't take things seriously, and almost spit out blood in anger.

"If the Piaomiao Continent is destroyed, who can get rid of it?"

"Sect Master Meng, maybe the matter is not as serious as you think."

"No!" Meng Han said coldly, "This matter is probably a thousand times more serious than what we thought!"

"Clap clap clap!"

Three loud applause suddenly sounded in the huge meeting hall.

I saw an old man in a gray robe walking into the hall calmly, causing panic in an instant.

When did he show up?

Those sitting here are either the suzerain or the core elders, and everyone's morality is definitely not low.

Except for Meng Han, no one noticed the appearance of the gray-robed old man at all.

Even Meng Han didn't realize it until the other party came to the door of the conference hall.

"Who is coming? What is it?"

Meng Han yelled violently, and at the same time a strong breath rushed towards the old man in gray robe.

The powerful aura knocked most of the suzerain elders down. When they came to the gray-robed old man, they didn't even move. The aura seemed to be blocked by an invisible wall.

Boom!

The breath that was blown away caused another wave of fire, and all the exquisite decorations in the meeting hall disappeared.

"Hey hey hey!" The gray-robed old man stepped forward slowly, his voice was sharp and piercing, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

"I," the gray-robed old man said step by step, and realized the scene that had been rehearsed for hundreds of years, "One of the three demons under the head of the Tianmo sect, there is no one in gray."

"No one in gray!"

"No, no, no! Didn't he die a thousand years ago?"

"There is no one in gray, under gray witchcraft, there is no one in the world!"

"Run away!"

"Don't kill me! I don't want to die yet!"

"Hey Hey Hey!"

Hui Ren stopped ten steps away from Meng Han. He raised his head to look at Meng Han who was sitting on the seat, but it made people feel that he was far stronger than Meng Han standing in the lower position.

"Aren't you afraid of me?" Hui Wuren observed Meng Han with great interest, and his eyes couldn't help showing a sense of pity.

Meng Han snorted, stood up from his seat, his whole body was full of majesty, and slightly suppressed the aura of no one.

Hui Nobody shook his head, "Unfortunately, I can't keep you."

"Are you here to take my life?" Meng Han clenched the golden sword in his hand, mentally prepared to fight to the death.

There was a weird smile on Hui Renren's wrinkled face, he shook his head lightly, and denied, "No, I'm not here to take your life."

Meng Han paused, just now he said that he could not be kept, and then he said that he was not here to take his life, the other party was playing with him?

Hui Renren slowly raised his hands, a gray dead air overflowed from his slightly stretched robe.

"I'm here to take the lives of everyone present."

At this time, if Yi Shu was present, he would definitely be able to recognize this gray-robed old man as the elder of the three dynasties of the Zhou Dynasty, the national teacher Zhou Heng was talking about.

At the same time, the tomb-building team trapped in the tomb passage of King Zhou's tomb was already in a state of panic.

In one day, there were more than [-] people in the tomb-building team, but now there are only less than ten people left.

Forty living people, such an astonishing number, suddenly disappeared one by one.

No sound was made, no trace of any prisoner was found, no corpse was found, 40 people just disappeared.

The unknown has always been the most frightening existence.