Waste wood knows everything

The fact that Siran was selected by the Beimingling was both unexpected and reasonable to the elders of Jianzong——

After all, there have never been many strange things that happened to Siran. Even if one day it is said that Siran is actually a fairy descending from the earth, they probably won't be too surprised.

It's just that it's not surprising or not, and worry is inevitable. After all, letting a foundation-building period monk with nearly [-] distraction-level monks, even if it's not deliberately making things difficult, the probability of accidental injury is not small.

In the main hall of Qiantian Peak, Elder Lin collected a bunch of communication jade talismans, and exchanged information with several sects that had a better relationship with Jianzong. For the top, at least it is above the distraction period.

In such a comparison, the two of Jianzong seem a little weak and pitiful no matter how they look at them.

"Yun Mo is better. When he advanced to Nascent Soul, he gained some fame." Qi Feng was a little worried. He looked at Siran who was staring at the void in a daze. "What should I do now? The foundation period is over. , will it be more conspicuous?"

Si Ran was chattering with Baoshu about the conspiracy behind this incident. The covers of the two books were almost wrinkled, and they didn't get any inspiration. Hearing Qi Feng call his name, Siran came back to his senses , looked up: "What?"

Elder Yu added: "I'm thinking about your outstanding cultivation."

Siran: "..."

Times have changed, and now the lower the cultivation base, the more obvious it is.

Siran didn't get any substantive advice from Baoshu, so he acted like a living horse doctor, and asked him for a disguised spell, trying to make himself look less obvious.

He made an OK gesture to several elders with frowning faces, closed his eyes and mobilized his whole body's spiritual power according to the requirements of the spell, and the five elements' spiritual roots also obediently helped direct the spiritual power to run.

So everyone watched as his revealed cultivation gradually climbed up, and didn't stop until he was distracted.

"It's fake, it's faked." False riches feel much worse than the short-term riches brought by Yin title before. It's superficial. Feeling it, he clicked, "Forget it, don't ask for it." There are too many, and it is almost enough to make up the number among 3000 people."

This is the first time I have seen this kind of camouflage that has crossed so many realms. The elders thought it was amazing, and walked around Siran a few times like watching a baby. Elder Li said: "If you don't deserve it anymore A sword?"

On the surface, Siran has always been a disciple of Jianzong, so there is no sword cultivator without a sword.

Siran thinks it's right, but in his storage bag there is only one weapon that has been upgraded from a rookie's small wooden bow to an excellent small wooden bow. Elder Yu is about to offer one as a friendly gift, but Siran's side sinks, and he looks down. A sword that was white from scabbard to hilt hung on his waist.

He froze for a moment, touched the ghost grass on his wrist, it was empty, it really was this little guy who changed.

Siran waved his hand and said to Elder Yu that there is no need to hold the sword. He held the hilt of the sword and pulled out the long sword incarnated by Ghost Misty Grass.

"This sword - yes, it matches Yun Mo's ink sword very well," Qi Feng nodded, "What's its name?"

Siran said solemnly: "Three thousand swords."

"Three Thousand Swords?" Qi Feng was taken aback for a moment, then frowned and thought about it, but still didn't quite understand, "Why is it called this name?"

Siran didn't answer, but raised his head to look at Yun Mo, and Yun Mo just happened to look over at this moment, and when they looked at each other, there was a trace of smile in their eyes.

Ghost Misty Grass is equal to three thousand spirit stones and equal to three thousand swords. I am afraid that only the two of them in the entire cultivation world can understand the special meaning of this name.

Qi Feng waited for a long time without waiting for an answer, but when he saw Siran and Yun Mo expressing affection, he immediately said "hey", and the worries in his heart were washed away by these two people, and he shook his head dumbfoundingly: "Forget it." Forget it, I won't get involved in the little fun between these two people."

He turned around twice with his hands behind his back, and still couldn't help but babbled: "Safety comes first when you go out, Bei Minghai and the rest of us won't be able to follow, when the time comes, there will be people with high cultivation levels. , don’t be reckless when you encounter something, bear it and come back and talk, especially you Yunmo, don’t be so cold, don’t be tough at this time, it’s okay, you know how to think, it’s you, It's been like this since before... But then again, Si Ran is sometimes easily agitated, and the area of ​​Beiminghai is unfamiliar..."

Qi Feng's ramblings have been lingering in his ears for three days, until the day the two of them left, they couldn't stop.

Bei Ming Ling gave a deadline of three days, and Siran and Yun Mo didn't intend to hurry up, nor did they want to step on the spot, they planned to arrive three or four hours before the automatic activation of the formation on the third day, just a little earlier.

Before leaving, the atmosphere at the scene was that of an old mother seeing off.

"No need," Siran had no choice but to push away the pill stuffed by Elder Yu, "I have saved quite a lot, enough is really enough!"

"There are also talismans! Really, show them to you!"

"Spiritual weapon——If I have too much of this, I won't be able to use it if anything happens—ah, I was wrong, I was wrong, I won't run into trouble, absolutely not!"

Yun Mo stood on the side with a blank expression, just like a humanoid ice cube maker, a group of elders abandoned him, and they all surrounded Siran, giving them instructions and stuffing various things.

Yanzhi even packed a big bag of dried bird meat, giving Siran the illusion of a primary school student on a spring outing.

Time became extremely difficult, and after finally coping with the elders, Siran let out a long sigh of relief, and ran to Yun Mo with a piece of dried bird meat in his mouth. Array.

Bei Mingling spit out two faint blue rays of light covering the two of them, suddenly feeling the slight pull in the surrounding space, and the uneasiness that had been suppressed by him for the past few days surfaced again.

This type of teleportation array usually shares a space channel as long as the distance is close enough.

Siran swallowed the last mouthful of jerky bird meat, and grabbed Yun Mo's hand.

Yun Mo quickly held it back, and as if he was afraid of letting go, he inserted five fingers into Siran's fingers, and with such a gesture of interlocking fingers, they disappeared together in the faint blue light. .

It's not the first time for Siran to experience this kind of space teleportation, but he still can't get used to it. The whole person is like floating in the void, unable to reach the world or the ground. This feeling is a bit familiar, but it is an unpleasant feeling. He closed his eyes and held Yun Mo's hand tightly.

A light cluster gradually approached in front of his eyes, which was a sign that the space transmission was about to end. Suddenly he opened his eyelids, lowered his head subconsciously, and his whole body was submerged in the snow-white light circle. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he held Yun Mo tightly. But suddenly the hand was empty.

He was startled, but his feet had already stepped on the solid ground, he staggered a few steps forward, and as soon as he stabilized his body, he looked around and didn't even see the shadow of Yun Mo.

What about the Yunmo people?

Siran looked around vigilantly.

This is a dark cave, very spacious. Looking up, you can faintly see the ceiling with stalactites hanging on it. Except for the dark cave walls, there are basically no other things to see. I don’t know where the dim light here comes from. of.

Siran called out: "Yunmo?"

The moment he yelled out, he regretted it. The voice echoed in circles in the cave, and there was a creepy echo. Si Ran never knew that his voice had such an effect. goosebumps.

He folded his arms and didn't dare to speak again, so he took a few steps around in small steps. The sound of his footsteps was very clear in the silent cave.

After walking a few steps, Siran suddenly stopped.

However, the sound of pattering footsteps did not stop because of his stop, on the contrary, it became more intensive, and the sound was getting closer and closer, as if countless people were gathering towards him.

He was about to break out in a cold sweat, the sound of footsteps stopped abruptly when he got close to a certain level, and the whole cave fell into deathly silence again.

What the hell is this Beiminghai doing!

While Si Ran scolded Bei Minghai in his heart, he couldn't control the hairs on his back. He turned his head with his neck stiff and his eyes closed, and then quietly opened a small slit to come out.

At a distance of three meters behind him, led by a man in white, the dense crowd almost filled the entire cave.

They have different costumes and looks, and some hair colors or eye colors are quite strange, but the same thing is that they all look at Siran with unconcealable hope in their eyes. They are a kind of drowning people. The look of the only life-saving straw.

The moment Siran turned around, everyone knelt down.

When Yun Mo stepped on the ground, there were already many monks from other sects around.

These monks were not gathered together, and most of the high-level monks were a little arrogant. With the number of [-] Beiming Tokens, there was only one person in many sects, so the people present scattered in all directions, as if they were divided into pieces. Fortunately, the space provided by Beiminghai is large enough, so big that it can hardly be seen at a glance.

Sir is not there.

Yun Mo clenched his hanging hand a little bit, and the ink sword at his waist trembled slightly because of his emotions. He took a deep breath, calmed down, and glanced at the surrounding situation.

Almost two-thirds of the monks were present, and many people came one after another. Yun Mo caught a glimpse of two people holding hands appearing in the venue at the same time, which proved that Bei Minghai did not intentionally send the people present separated.

So where did Siran go?

Yun Mo became agitated uncontrollably, but he still looked calm. Time passed by, and the three-day period ended. When the Beiming Token was activated automatically, two plops came from his side.

He turned his head and saw that Qian Yan was sitting cross-legged on the ground with a look of lovelessness, while Si Ran was standing next to him, absently putting his hands together and trying to pull Qian Yan up.

"Oh, this Beiming Token is really meant to be activated as soon as it is activated, and it does not give people any time at all." Qian Yan bared her teeth for a while, seeing Yun Mo walking towards him quickly, she immediately stretched out the other hand movedly. Hand, "It's better to have someone you know, come on, give me another hand, I think my waist is going to break—"

Yun Mo pressed Siran's shoulder, checked him from head to toe with his spiritual sense, and said in a low voice, "Are you all right?"

Qian Yan stretched out his hand and waited: "..."

Not only did he not wait to come to Yunmo, but he also lost Siran, which is very good.

At this time, Qian Yan missed the little round beads that he didn't bring, he got up on his own, patted the ashes on his clothes, and looked around without leaving any traces.

Siran looked obviously in a daze, he patted the back of Yun Mo's hand reassuringly, moved his lips, but just said: "I'm fine."

There was obviously something wrong with his expression, Yun Mo frowned, but realized that Siran deliberately evaded and concealed what happened during the few hours of disappearance.

Is it impossible to say, or unwilling to say, or—— dare not say?

At this moment, Yun Mo also felt a sense of uneasiness in his heart, but he just nodded slightly, let go of the hands that were holding Siran's shoulders, paused, and then patted the fluffy face of the person in front of him lightly. hair top.

The 3000 people selected by Bei Ming ordered all to arrive.

There was a dull sound from the depths of the ground, and a dazzling beam of light rose from the center of the wide field. A figure stood out of nowhere in the beam of light. He fell slowly from a height, and a huge coercion spread out from him. There was no end in sight like a torrential ocean wave, and those present who bowed their heads to wipe their knives, those who closed their eyes and chanted sutras, and those who were dozing with their legs crossed were slightly startled and looked up.

This person is dressed in a dark blue robe, with snow-white hair, but his face is extremely young. He can't be called good-looking, but he is very approachable. There is a smile on his eyebrows and the corners of his mouth. Let go of the illusion of defense.

"Everyone," the voice of the person was also extremely gentle, "My name is Beimingxian, the ruler of Beiminghai's generation. I invite you to come here this time for the sake of the entire cultivation world... Life and death, everyone is the leader of the cultivation world." The top geniuses, and only you, can save the cultivation world from the brink of destruction."

As soon as these words came out, even though the high-level monks insisted on their identities and did not want to make as much noise as the hawkers in the market, there was still an uncontrollable buzzing sound in the venue.

"Life and death in the cultivation world?"

"Amitabha, is there such a thing?"

"Could it be that Moxiu called again? It's not a big problem, just call back like before!"

……

Bei Mingxian's eyes were gentle and tolerant. When the murmurs in the arena gradually died down, he raised his hand and pressed down lightly, motioning for everyone to quiet down. He didn't continue until the whole place was silent, then continued: "At this time, it is indeed about the magic cultivator. , but it’s not just magic cultivators.”

"Everyone knows that Beiminghai not only resists demon cultivators in the extreme north, but also set up a series of barriers in the center of the Central Territory to guard the treasure," Beimingxian paused, " And that treasure is neither a spiritual weapon nor a spiritual object—it is a fairy ladder."

Fairy ladder! ?

How is it possible, the Immortal Ladder does not only appear temporarily when ascending, the enchantment that Bei Minghai established in the Central Territory has been at least tens of thousands of years, how could the Immortal Ladder exist for so long! ?

All the monks present were shocked.

"The fairy ladders in the Central Territory are different from the fairy ladders that appeared temporarily during the ascension. More precisely, it is the source of all fairy ladders," said Bei Mingxian calmly. Without the Immortal Ladder, people in the cultivation world will not be able to escape from this world no matter how they practice. Even if they can forcibly tear apart the space, they will still be lost in the vast chaos... But now, unfortunately, the Central Territory Immortal Ladder is very difficult to escape. It will soon cease to exist.”

Although Bei Mingxian's words shocked everyone, they were not too unbelievable. In the early years, there were rumors that there was a passage between the two worlds hidden in the Central Territory, but it has not been verified.

More importantly, Bei Minghai held too much weight in the hearts of all monks.

After this secluded sect has developed for such a long time, even though it has not intervened too much in the affairs of the cultivation world, its special role in certain key events, its terrifying strength, and its constant The merits of resisting demon cultivators since then have made this sect like a holy place in the hearts of all monks.

Moreover, Bei Mingxian's personal strength is also extremely unfathomable.

After pausing for a moment, Bei Mingxian looked at the expressions of the people below and showed a satisfied expression. He continued: "This is also my Bei Minghai's mistake. I thought that the demon cultivator had already been blocked in Beiming's overseas. Unexpectedly, they He actually learned how to disguise himself as a normal monk, sneaked into the central region, and tried to pollute the fairy ladder with demonic energy. Although Beiminghai set up an enchantment protection outside the fairy ladder, the demonic energy is extremely permeable. When we found out, Most of the fairy ladder has been polluted, if it continues, maybe on a certain day, maybe tomorrow, maybe in a few years - the fairy ladder will collapse!"

Bei Mingxian took a deep breath and said solemnly: "Once the fairy ladder collapses, the cultivation world will no longer be able to communicate with the fairy world. You are all people who are expected to ascend. I think everyone can understand the seriousness of this matter. The most urgent task now , it is to dispel the demonic energy of the fairy ladder as soon as possible, and if you delay for one more day, you will be in danger for one more day!"

"Xianti?" Qian Yan's expression was suddenly indescribable, "No way, how could an existence like Xianti be destroyed by demonic energy—"

Siran suddenly covered his mouth, lowered his voice and said: "Don't talk nonsense."

Qian Yan was taken aback, and lowered his voice: "What's the matter?"

Siran let go of his hand, his face was extremely tired: "It's nothing, just listen to it, don't talk nonsense, or what other people say, you follow the discussion and make a show."

Qian Yan looked at Siran suspiciously, and was about to say "what's the matter with a few words", but saw Siran sighed again, seemed to remember something, covered his face, and said sullenly: "Forget it, what do you want to say?" Just talk, talk more, hurry up now, don't hold back, by the way, what were you going to say just now? What kind of demonic energy? Go ahead."

Qian Yan: "..."

Qian Yan suddenly said: "I don't want to talk about it."

Siran: "..."

Qian Yan touched his chin: "Your strategy is very successful, it seems that people are rebellious, for example, I don't want to say a word now, even if you let me say it, I will never say it ,snort."

Siran: "..."