Chapter 307 Giant Wild Sect

Jinyang followed the route given by Qingjiao, and at the same time, he understood more about what kind of terrain this is. Legend has it that in the secret world of Buddhism, it is not exactly mountains and trees. In this secret world, there are four huge lakes, and the middle basin is really the position of a double king.

Just as they were acting in Jinyang, the outside world was boiling at this time. At the core of the explosion of the Western world, a huge channel appeared. A huge amount of vitality spewed out, and the people who occupied the core were full of their mind, and closed their most energetic waves. One breath made this exhaustion. The position, the monks with a little dry power, are very comfortable and full of magic power.

The spraying time is not long, and each one is refreshing and full of mana. Looking at the crystals on the edge of the channel, many people's eyes turned red.

"The predecessor of Daomen said that this passage appeared for an hour. After an hour, no matter how much you get, if you don't come out, you will die!" A guy who was not tall and stood with a straight waist was not full of mana, but a vast sword spirit, and the long sword behind him exuded a shining blue light.

"The predecessor of Taoism, what kind of senior?"

A man standing not far away asked loudly, carrying a long sword, the fourteen of the elder of the Sword Sect, stared at each other, and two swords flew out and shot in front of the man. In an instant, the hem of the robe was torn.

"It's a peak immortal."

whispered, and the guy standing in front of the passage said, "I just want to remind you that I don't want to lose too much in this eventful time." After saying that, the elders of Jianzong slowly walked into it. The people around looked thoughtful one by one, and a pair of eyes kept looking around. After a while, many people's hearts thumped. It's not a reminder of Daluo Jinxian, is it?

Only Daluo Jinxian can have a pivotal power in the war of the three thousand worlds.

The Daluo Jinxian who had been standing in the dark were full of their hearts. Of course, they knew the words of the elder of Jianzong. At this time, the elder of Daomen was just that they stood in the distance and watched. After a while, all the people who rubbed their fists and palms went in, but they didn't see any movement of Daluo Jinxian.

"Everyone went in?" In a large hall, an old man in a white robe opened his eyes and looked at the Elder Jianzong in front of him. Yes, everyone from Daluo Jinxian went in. The elder of Jianzong replied respectfully and with his fists.

Sitting in the center of the hall, he slowly buried his head. The elder Jianzong then slowly retreated and went down to the hall. The old man in the temple muttered to himself, "There will be no good result if these people go in, but Daluo Jinxian won't go in?" A trace of anxiety flashed on the old man's thin face, and his eyes glanced at the hall on his side, as if he could see through the white-bearded old man in the left of the hall.

"Brother, these are not what you should care about." A faint voice sounded in his ear, and the thin old man on his face was expressionless and said, "Brother, this is your decision. As long as you can return my Shangqing town to the treasure, I have nothing to say." The old man turned back on his sleeve and lowered his head again without a sound.

"Those great golden immortals have other uses." Just as the old man was ready to be silent, a voice sounded in his ear again. He lowered his head and sat quietly. The old man shook his body and fell into meditation.

In the hall next to him, it was the elder of Yuqing sitting on it. No one thought that the two elders who appeared here today were Taoist Gate, all of whom were powerful and invincible.

"Brother, do you know what we are facing now? "I can't help it--" The old man with white beard said slowly, and the faint voice remembered in the hall, and even the Taoist boy standing in front of him did not hear any sound.

The eyebrows and beard were all snow-white elders and looked up at the outside. His eyes seemed to be able to see everyone's hesitation. A jade fairy spirit shot out at his fingertips, rushed out of the hall and islands, fell on the passage, and turned into a huge seal.

As soon as the immortal spirit of the elder of Daomen flew out, dozens of pairs of eyes stared at him at the same time, and turned into a seal in the little blue light. Suddenly, the expression of hesitation turned into expressionless and speechless.

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The sectarian monks who fell in the secret world are all overjoyed. The environment in the secret world is still ancient times. The vitality is stronger than the holy place of their sect. Standing in it, even the mana is boiling, extremely abundant, and a breathing time can rush through their own day of practice.

"Ju Yezong again, everyone leave quickly!"

Just as people were breathing energy, a man with a green bell in his hand roared. At the same time, standing behind it, the twelve monks are full of Aoki's spirit. Facing more than 30 monks, they are still domineering and arrogant. More than 30 monks opened their eyes one by one, and many of them became ugly. Juyezong is the eighth sect. The twelve monks are all immortals. The person holding the Aoki God Bell is the young suzerain of Juye Sect. It is said that he is the illegitimate son of Juye Sect.

However, when everyone looked dark, a teenager in a six-vortex white robe, waved his hand, pointed to the young master of the loud Giant Sect and shouted, "Why should you let us get out of here? Look, the beauty of the mountains and rivers here is hundreds of times bigger than a big tree. Only in ancient times can it be seen. Get out of here!" The young man in white spoke harshly, and staring at him downplayed the change of hatred.

"Who is this teenager?"

The people behind him whispered, "It seems to be the son of the king in white." He thought of it gently in the crowd. The person who heard this took a deep breath. Looking at him, his eyes suddenly became respectful, and he couldn't help lowering his body.

"It turned out that he was the descendant of the king in white. He was so powerful."

When the young patriarch of Juyezong heard their words, his face also changed. Looking at the young man in white who stared at himself, he was about to come up to argue. The young patriarch of Juyezong took a deep breath and said, "It turns out that he is the son of the king of Dharma. The young patriarch of Juye Sect is reasonable. The young prince doesn't need it. I'll leave right away.

The young patriarch of Juye Sect looked at the big trees under him and secretly scolded the damn king in white. He could become an uncrowned king in a star domain. His son actually came to oppose me. It was really abominable. The peak immortal behind the young patriarch of Juye Sect looked at his leader, his face changed slightly, and a trace of contempt flashed.

"Please--

The prince of the king in white raised his hand and gave it away. The young patriarch of Juyezong was a little stiff. He could feel the eyes behind him, "Father's choice must not be wrong!" His lips squeezed tightly, nodded, turned to look at the monks who had no respect for him and could not hide their contempt, and said, "Let's go."

"Is this the young patriarch of the Giant Wild Sect?" There was a big laugh from behind him, and there was a joy in the eyes of the prince in white.

The young master of Juyezong's teeth were tight and shouted, "Let's go!" He looked at the center of the secret world first. The immortals who fell behind him shook their heads one by one and did not catch up with them, but looked at their eldest brothers.

"Aren't you going?"

The son of the king in white looked at them, and the fan in his hand slowly fanned.

"Let's go." The eldest brother of the twelve monks glanced at him, turned around and left, but in a different direction from the young suzerain of the Giant Wild Sect. The king in white nodded straight, and there was a trace of evil meaning at the corners of his mouth.

The monks who were righteously spoke by him looked at each other. When they were about to say something, the prince of the king in white glanced behind him, snorted coldly, and flew away, even the people behind him who were saluted respectfully ignored it.

The monks were stunned one by one.

In their case, the edge of the secret world keeps happening. The sectarian abuse is all dominated by one, extracting the ancient resources in this secret world. Those monks without deterrence can only be driven away, and the local resources, minerals and vitality are all taken away by the occupied sects without pity. Millions and tens of millions of years of ancient trees have been cut down, and pulling back alchemy is also the best thing. In the outside world, there is a top-quality spiritual crystal that can sell tens of thousands, and the big trees here are endless.