Chapter 85 The Battle between Elders

Yan Xinggong sat on the chair for a long time.

It's rare for an old man to be serious and doesn't smile at all.

"Did I offend God in my last life and didn't allow me to practice in this life?" Zhuo Tian doubted the tunnel.

How much hatred does that have to be? Besides, how can he offend him? It's okay to scold. Anyway, he is used to being scolded... "God doesn't have eyes" has become a saying.

Yanxing Palace has been staring at Zhuo Tian and silent for a long time.

"This is a vision from the sky." It took a long time for the old man to say.

"Well, it's very weird." Zhuo Tian agreed, "Although I have suffered since I was a child, I haven't suffered so much."

Zhuo Tian suddenly remembered a paragraph said by the old hunter who adopted him to six years old in his trance memory.

That day, he packed up his prey and went to the gate to sell. When he came out, it suddenly began to rain heavily. When he walked near the gate city, he saw that the dark clouds over the city were very low and almost sank to the gate tower. He had not seen this strange scene for decades.

But what shocked him most was that a cloud was so different from others.

This is a blood-red cloud in the dark, like a huge blood basin of a monster that has transformed into a black sky. There is continuous thunder in the middle, and countless lightnings are intertwined and attacking each other, as if they are hesitating, and as if brewing how to make the most violent attack.

Finally, he seemed to have made up his mind, and lightning struck out of the red clouds and concentrated on an open space near the gate.

It's raining heavily, and there are no pedestrians on the road.

Only an old hunter witnessed this spectacle in horror from afar and stood in the rain.

He can even be sure that this is some kind of evil spirit, which makes God angry.

But after all these visions disappeared, he saw a newborn child wrapped in cloth under the gate. There were countless traces of thunder and lightning around, but none of them hit the child.

The child did not die in the rainstorm, and he was quite cute.

... Fuck, it's a little imaginary. The old hunter's original words should be good, right? ......

"A vision falls from the sky, if it is in the mortal country, that means that this person may be a rebel in the future, and may overthrow the rule of this country, causing the loss of life, thousands of miles of corpses, and blood flowing into rivers..." Yan Xinggong said slowly.

Zhuo Tian rubbed his nose and secretly guessed whether it was a compliment or hurt me? I don't seem to be such a cold-blooded person, do I?

...And it's still the king's material?!

"What if this person is a monk?" Zhuo Tian asked curiously.

"It's the same, it's destined to be a demon!" Yan Xinggong said, "It will definitely set off a storm of killing in the world of cultivation, countless sects will be destroyed, and countless monks will fall! At that time, the sky will be dark, the sun and the moon will be dark!"

Zhuo Tian shrank his head. Will I have so much energy in the future? Why didn't I feel it...

"I don't know whether to kill you or keep you now." Yanxing Palace Road.

Zhuo Tian was shocked.

Is the old man crazy? Can't I go big in the future? What do you think, is there such a compassionate good man in the world of cultivation? Besides, I am such a righteous person...

"Master, do you think too badly of your apprentice?"

"Alas! Take care of yourself in the future! In the future, don't forget the kindness of the teacher, the friendship of the same family, and the friendship of brotherhood. Yan Xinggong sighed.

Sure enough, this old man is a good man on the surface, but this scheming is really deep.

"Master, that apprentice's total disaster is not a problem. I feel that the thunderstorm is getting stronger and stronger every time. Maybe one day he will have to die if he can't resist it. Life is very difficult!" Zhuo Tian asked, "Is there any solution?"

"There's nothing you can do, just put up with it!" Yan Xinggong's face twitched.

Solve? Can you get rid of the disaster? Isn't that against the sky? If he had that ability, the elder would have become immortal...

"But this upgrade of disciple always provokes a lot of onlookers. What should I do?" Zhuo Tian said distressedly.

"In the future, when you upgrade, I will ask your third sister to protect your law and kill those who approach you without authorization!" Yan Xinggong said, "In the future, you will survive the disaster in the array set by yourself. If I don't drive you away, just pretend that you haven't seen it!"

"Good!"

Zhuo Tian is so happy. With Lan Jiuzhen, the guardian of the female evil god, I'm still afraid of hair.

"Yes, there is one more thing." Yanxing Palace said, "Your second brother and third sister are all inner disciples. In addition to receiving the spiritual stones and elixirs of the inner disciples of the Royal Spirit Sect every month, they also receive an additional spiritual stones and elixir from me, and you will be like them in the future."

It seems that this is to focus on cultivating yourself, right? Zhuo Tian blinked his eyes and thought... No wonder he has cultivated three practitioners. This old man is really willing to pay his money! Who believes that this old man is a good man and has no money?

"Master, can you give it to me first this month? The disciples are dying of poverty!"

“............”

Zhuo Tian smiled and put 500 spiritual stones and 30 small yin and yang elixir into the storage bag. When he said goodbye to the master and was about to leave, he saw Lan Jiuzhen coming in.

Looking at this beautiful and cold woman, Zhuo Tian couldn't help but get goose bumps, squeezed out a smile, and nodded to walk around.

"Don't go first!" Lan Jiu is really indifferent.

I don't seem to have provoked her, right? What do you want to do? Zhuo Tian was alert.

"Master, the suzerain sent two elders to take Brother Zhuo to ask questions."

"I thought of such a big thing, the sect will not ask too much." Yan Xinggong said, "I'll go with him."

"I'll go too." Lan Jiuzhen.

"Stupid girl, this is not going to fight. What are you doing with so many people?" Yan Xinggong laughed.

Out of the cave, two yellow-level elders of the Royal Spirit Sect were waiting on the monster and saluted after seeing the Yanxing Palace.

"Zhuo Tian, do you have monsters? Take him as a teacher." Yanxing Palace Road.

It turned out that the monsters of the two elders were not flying monsters, and somehow they did not fly with magic weapons.

Zhuo Tian embarrassed to release his third-level wind camel.

The faces of the two elders twitched.

This is the Royal Spirit Sect! Even if it is a junior disciple, which one doesn't have a decent monster as a mount? And this one released is actually a camel...

Yan Xinggong's face can't be hung up.

Wind camel? Or the third level? ......I haven't seen it...

"Jiuzhen, accompany your brother to hunt a better monster in the outer mountains after a while." Yanxing Palace Road.

In the end, the old man released his iron-winged golden horned eagle and sat on it with Zhuo Tian.

Seeing that the two elders gave up the monster, drove the magic weapon, and invited them to come up together... Otherwise, the eleventh-order monster of the golden horned eagle flapped their wings, and the two elders could not be found.

The council hall of the Royal Spirit Sect is at the highest peak of Pluto Mountain, which is usually the place where the patriarchs, the elders and elders of the patriarchs discuss and decide on the major affairs of the sect.

The whole mountain has set up a forbidden array, and four yellow elders guard each side. At the entrance, the Yanxing Palace collected monsters. After the two elders who led the way showed their tokens, Zhuo Tian and his party entered it.

The prohibition on the way could not fly, and the four walked forward along the wide slate road for half an hour.

Zhuo Tian found at least two monsters above level 12.

The background of this Royal Spirit Sect is really profound!

The cold old man in the Dacheng refinery workshop was so excited when he saw the ninth-order monster, and also refined a top-quality magic weapon for me... If he saw the present, would he have fainted on the spot?

These monsters above the 12th level should be able to refine magic weapons, right?

For a moment, small stars appeared in Zhuo Tian's eyes.

The mountain mythical beast was wandering, and suddenly there was a cold war, with goose bumps on its body. Looking at it, four people came from afar. One of them is staring at it with ambiguous eyes, as if a starving man is staring at a delicious dish.

It rolled up its tail and twisted its buttocks and trotted behind the building.

At the door of the council hall, one of the yellow-level elders shouted, "The suzerain, Zhuo Tian has brought it!" Elder Yan is also here!"

A peaceful voice came from "I know, tell them to come in."

The two yellow elders made a gesture of invitation, but they did not follow up, but stood at the door to guard one by one.

Inside is a wide hall, which is magnificent and looks like a royal palace in the secular world.

At the top is a wide golden dragon chair, sitting on an elegant middle-aged man with a black beard, which looks no different from ordinary people. But when you glance at it, there is often a breathtaking cold light.

This should be the suzerain of the Royal Spirit Sect.

There are ten wide ebony chairs sitting on each side, with eight white-haired and white-bearded old men.

There is no spiritual fluctuation in these nine people, but Zhuo Tian knows that these are unfathomable practitioners with extremely high cultivation.

He followed the back of Yanxing Palace and felt a little nervous.

I have only been promoted to one level by a small air practitioner. Are you like this?!

While thinking about it, a thin old man sitting at the bottom suddenly stretched out his palm and turned into more than ten-foot in size, and grabbed Zhuo Tian with incomparable pressure!

Fuck! It's over...

Zhuo Tian felt like a newly shelled chick under the claws of a giant eagle at this moment.

If you want to hide, the breath suppresses everything and can't avoid it at all.

Would you like to resist? I can't even think of it.

The gap is too big!

If you grasp it this time, Zhuo Tian may turn into a blood fog!

Yan Xinggong bent slightly and suddenly turned into the same huge palm on his back, as if it was as illusory and illusory. He held it up and "ploped" like two friends stroking their palms gently, without making a loud noise or vibration at all.

However, Zhuo Tian found that Yanxing Palace seemed to be shaken by extremely strong pressure.

Zhuo Tian believes that if he suffers from Yan Xinggong, there must be only one result, or it will turn into gas, and the bone slag will not be left.

The thin old man's condition is not much better. His eyes are raised, his face is pale, and the chair under him is rattling.

This old Yan is really not an ordinary person!

Although he is only a low-level elder, several levels different from the elder of the protection sect, his strength is not weak at all!

What's strange about is why he is just a mysterious elder?

Even Shui Wuya, the patriarch of the throne, and several other elders showed a trace of surprise in their eyes. Although they also know that the Yanxing Palace is extraordinary, they didn't expect it to be so strong... Although the elders who took action are the lowest among them, they are still one of the core elders of the Royal Spirit Sect!

Shui Wuya smiled and said, " Elder Zhao and Elder Yan, accept the skills!"

The hands seemed to brush inadvertently, and the two huge palms suddenly separated as if they were shocked by a huge force.

The people present did not feel any spiritual fluctuations.

Even the dust on the ground did not rise at all.

Yanxing Palace's body has been, but it immediately returned to the unique hunchback of the elderly. He beat his chest and said, "Cough, cough, I'm old and useless."