Cultivation of disciples and disciples to become gods

At night in winter, although the light is getting brighter, Changyan Peak is located at the end of the five peaks, blocked by the peaks in front of the sun, between the chaos and the first day.

The spirit beast howled and struggled in the cage, with black mist constantly emitting from its body.

"Abai..." Jin Chuliu put his hand on the Yanbai tiger, trembling slightly: "Be patient, be patient..."

The spiritual power poured continuously from his palm into the delirious spirit beast, but it was in vain.

Yanbaihu struggled and rolled in pain, the spirit beast communicated with its master, Jin Chuliu was also tormented by its pain at this moment, holding it tightly, his heart was about to explode with pain.Just when the spirit beast's teeth were about to bite his arm uncontrollably, one hand pressed the spirit beast's neck.

Jin Chuliu raised his head in a panic and called out, "Master!"

Li Yuanbei's eyes were bloodshot, and he conveyed spiritual power to the spirit beast for him, his voice hoarse: "Leave this to me, and you go and take the rest of the disciples to guard the Fengshan formation."

Yanbaihu gradually calmed down, lying motionless on the ground, staring at Jin Chuliu with those eyes as clear as red spirit stones.

Jin Chuliu pinched his palms hard, kept calm, and said, "The spirit beasts are rioting, you can't do it alone here."

Li Yuanbei looked at the iron cage in which the spirit beast was imprisoned, his face sank like water, and he raised his voice and shouted: "The Great Formation of Sealing the Mountain has been opened, if you don't cooperate with the main peak, it won't last long, don't you know which is more important!"

Jin Chuliu gritted his teeth, stood up and shouted to Lin Yuan: "Chang Yanfeng disciples follow me!"

"Fifty of you go to guard the sealing formation of Changyan Peak; Li Moqing takes ten people to guard the southeast corner and guard the forbidden area; the rest follow me to the main peak!"

All the disciples took orders to go, and the wonderful sound bird in the woods suddenly screamed mournfully. The two spirit birds were fighting in the narrow cage, and the blood-stained feathers fell to the ground.

Jin Chuliu stayed behind the disciples and couldn't help but look back.

All the beasts wailed, Li Yuanbei knelt and sat outside the forest garden, his eyes were bloodshot, and injected spiritual power into the spirit beasts without any scruple.

He whispered: "Go."

Jin Chuliu's eyes were sore, he turned and left.

"I am ashamed of Qingheng Mountain...I'm sorry Senior Brother Lu..."

At this moment, an elder of the transformation stage bent his waist down, his dark robe made him look like a black stone, standing alone outside the forest garden.

He was holding a bird's or beast's egg, the outer shell was as white as jade, and he cherished it carefully like a treasure: "When will you wake up?"

Yanbaihu struggled slightly, licked his fingers, and stood up weakly.

Li Yuanbei put the egg in his arms, and walked into the forest garden to appease the other spirit beasts.

He walked to the iron cage, almost couldn't bear to look at the tortured spirit beast, but accidentally saw the spirit grass scattered in the cage.

Li Yuanbei's heart moved, and he was about to reach out to check, when suddenly the mountain shook and fell to the ground.

The white egg bone in his arms rolled to the ground, cracking a thin crack.

Half an hour ago.

"Liu Ke, go get the talisman and fill up the opening to the west!"

"Yes!"

Lu Ziyuan made seals with both hands and poured spiritual power into the formation, her face was a little pale due to the loss of spiritual power: "I will guard the front, and the rest of the formations must not miss a single bit!"

"Yes!" The disciples looked solemn and formed their own formation, maintaining the formation of Changhui Peak.

The Great Formation of Fengshan was formed by the five peaks of Qingheng Mountain. No matter which peak made a mistake, Lu Ziyuan suppressed her tears and added a heart-clearing talisman to herself, gritting her teeth to drive the spiritual power of her whole body.

Although there are no elders in Changhui Peak, she has the largest number of disciples in the five peaks, and she must not let Changhui Peak fall.

The spiritual power melted into the Fengshan formation, like a drop of water falling into the lake, causing ripples in a circle.The Taoist cultivators of the master's school had pure and consistent spiritual power, and the entire mountain was enveloped in a familiar aura, as if someone had opened a barrier for them in a trance.

Lu Ziyuan sensed the familiar aura fused into the formation, and couldn't bear it any longer, tears fell patter, but she didn't dare to relax for a moment.

"Ah……"

Not long after the sun rose, the sky was covered by the churning magic breath. Under the clouds, groups of resentful ghosts gathered in the sky above Qingheng Mountain, slowly condensing into a figure.

Jiao Zhengqing looked gloomyly at Qingheng Mountain, which was protected by a semicircular formation like a glazed cover, and snorted: "The formation that seals the mountain?"

He sighed softly: "I didn't expect that after a hundred years, this deity would be able to see Qingheng Mountain's closing formation once again."

All the disciples present felt the heavy coercion of Mount Tai. Although they were weakened a lot by the mountain sealing formation, a few disciples with low cultivation bases still couldn't hold on and fell down.

Dong Changying gave the instructions one by one in an orderly manner, then raised his head to look at Jiao Zhengqing who was blocked outside the Fengshan formation, and said coldly: "I never thought that you would still want to cultivate into a flesh body."

Jiao Zhengqing laughed out loud when he heard the words, waved his sleeves, landed outside the mountain gate, and talked to him through the barrier of the Fengshan formation: "We haven't seen each other for many years, and you refused to have a good time with me, and you stopped me outside the mountain gate, you can see To me, there is no brotherhood at all."

Fellow?

Jiao Zhengqing said this frankly, as if for everyone to hear, all the disciples present were astonished, and Wuchen also showed a look of astonishment.

And Dong Changying was expressionless, as if the dusty youth a hundred years ago had nothing to do with him: "If you still care about the relationship between your brothers and sisters, you should lie obediently under Pingling Mountain."

Then, he showed a smile that didn't match his age, like a young man's provocation: "If senior brother still misses you as junior brother, he would have killed you with a single sword."

Hearing this, Jiao Zhengqing's eyes were gloomy and cold. He smiled slightly, not caring about the pain caused by the Fengshan Formation on his finger, and pressed it with one hand, as if he was close to Dong Changying's ear: "How do you know whether he can't do it, or whether he can't do it at all? Can't kill me?"

Dong Changying's pupils shrank slightly, Jiao Zhengqing happily watched the change in his face, and without warning, he flung his sleeves away.

Su Baimu, who was covered in blood, was thrown out by him, staggered, and fell to his knees in front of the gate of Qingheng Mountain.

Dong Changying's expression changed.

"You!" He could hardly restrain his anger, closed his eyes, and said again: "Where is Yurong?"

"Yurong?" Jiao Zhengqing tilted his head and thought for a long time before finding out the name of a junior from his memory, and said with a smile, "Oh, so she is that Qin Xiu back then... Don't worry, she's not dead yet."

Jiao Zhengqing looked down at his vaguely visible fingers, and said, "But we won't know for sure in a while."

Dong Changying said hoarsely: "Do you want to destroy Qingheng Mountain's thousands of years of foundation?"

Jiao Zhengqing smiled: "After all, he was also my teacher, how dare I?"

"As you can see, I still lack a body." He raised his hands and touched the black wooden hairpin in the bun, and when he raised his eyes again, he couldn't suppress the shadow: "I want Ji Yaozhen's body!"

"Realist Yao Zhen ascended a hundred years ago." Dong Changying clenched the crutch tightly in his hand, and paused every word: "He left Qingheng Mountain by ascension, and there is no body."

"..."

Jiao Zhengqing was silent for a moment, then his face turned livid, and the black mist all over his body surged violently, and he could hardly form a figure: "Impossible! He can't ascend!"

"He can't even kill me, how can he ascend!"

Dong Changying looked at him madly with cold eyes, and said indifferently: "He is the number one sword master in the world, why can't he ascend!"

Jiao Zhengqing's eyes were red, he pointed at him and laughed arrogantly: "Sword Master? Hahahaha..."

"Dong Changying," Jiao Zhengqing said coldly, "he cultivates the way of ruthlessness, and he can ascend to the sky. How do you feel?"

Before Dong Changying could open his mouth, he waved his hand and turned it into a cold sword. As for Su Baimu's neck, he said in a cold voice: "Withdraw, I will go to the forbidden area to find his grave."

Su Baimu was panting with difficulty, and barely raised his eyes to look at the mountain gate in the big formation that sealed the mountain: "Elder, you can't...withdraw from the formation..."

"It's not your turn to speak."

Jiao Zhengqing pressed down the blade of the sword, and said grimly, "Forget it, it's just a disciple, I'm afraid you Elder Dong will not miss the great cause of the entire sect because of you alone."