A crisp crane call sounded, and several cranes spread their wings and flew in the sky. The cranes were slender and graceful. Accompanied by the breeze, they passed through the dreamlike clouds and mist, and finally fell into the fairyland-like square Tianchi.

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Taking a few steps on the shallow pool with their long legs, the cranes folded their wings, fluttered their feathers, and strolled around in different postures.

This is a spirit beast raised by the Guiyuan Sect. Compared with the naturally aggressive spirit beasts raised outside, the spirit beasts here are relatives.

The floor of the huge square is made of white marble, and the carved patterns are as if they were made from nature, which is beautiful and grand.

Disciples in white clothes with green trim holding swords stood guard on both sides of the square, and disciples of sects in various sect costumes were scattered in twos and threes around the square.

They are all elite disciples brought by the elders of their respective sects.

Nowadays, the elders are discussing matters in the temple. They are not qualified to stand inside and listen, so they exchange their experiences with fellow Taoists.

Seeing the return of the Guiyuan Sect's crane attracted the attention of some sect disciples.

Ye Dongqing, a disciple of the Medicine Sect dressed in purple, smiled coquettishly at the three senior sisters: "The crane of the Guiyuan Sect is the most spiritual beast I have ever seen."

Ye Qingdai smiled gently, "Not only the cranes, but also the spiritual beasts raised in the Guiyuan Sect's animal garden are all very spiritual."

Ye Dongqing asked: "Really? Third Senior Sister, please tell me!" Ye Dongqing came to the rumored No. 1 Sect for the first time and was extremely curious about everything.

Two stunningly beautiful female cultivators looked at the two junior sisters indulgently.

Several male cultivators dressed in uniform light green sect costumes came over. The leader's face was good-looking, but his frivolous eyes ruined the beauty.

"Zelan, so you are here. I have been looking for you for a long time."

Li Shengyuan looked at the frosty Ye Zelan, his eyes unabashedly revealing, causing the three junior sisters of the Ye family to protect him in front of the elder sister and glare at him angrily.

Ye Qingdai angrily scolded: "Li Shengyuan, watch your dog eyes!"

The four sisters of the Ye family are the direct disciples of Ye Chanyi, the deputy sect leader of the Medicine Sect. They are all adopted abandoned children. They are extremely talented in elixirs and have their own unique looks.

The eldest disciple Ye Zelan has a cold temperament, just like the snow lotus blooming on the top of the iceberg, cold and elegant.

The second disciple Ye Peilan has a cheerful and straightforward personality, the third disciple Ye Qingdai is gentle, and the youngest disciple Ye Dongqing is lively and cute.

The four sisters are very popular in the world of cultivation and have many admirers.

Li Shengyuan is one of Ye Zelan's admirers.

However, this admirer is very annoying. As the only son of the leader of the Wentian Sect and the young leader of the Wentian Sect, he has a very high status, but perhaps he is overly pampered and has an unstable mind about cultivation. His cultivation relies entirely on the accumulation of pills.

Come to think of it, no female cultivator who is flirtatious and has some character would fall in love with such a male cultivator who relies entirely on his parents.

"How dare you! How dare you be disrespectful to the young sect master!" the dog leg next to Li Shengyuan scolded.

Li Shengyuan smiled and said, "Zelan, I have already mentioned this to my father. He has promised to marry the Yaozong, and then you will be my Taoist companion."

"Nonsense! My master will never agree!" Ye Dongqing said angrily.

Ye Zelan frowned slightly and said coldly: "Thank you for your love, Zelan's status is shallow and not worthy of Young Master Li. Please choose someone else to love."

"It's worthy, it's worthy." Li Shengyuan's eyes wandered over that cold and stunning face. He liked this face and its temperament, and he would feel a sense of accomplishment only after conquering it.

"Fellow Taoist Zelan, are you here?" A spring-like voice suddenly sounded. Everyone looked up and saw a handsome young man walking over surrounded by followers.

With a smile on his face and a gentle smile, he stood out among all the handsome men and beauties. He seemed to be the center of attention, causing a commotion in the square.

Lu Junyang looked at Ye Zelan, "Didn't you make an appointment to ask Uncle Mo for advice on alchemy?"

Uncle Mo is the master of the Guiyuan Sect’s Medicine Hall, and his alchemy skills are no worse than those of the Yao Sect. From the Yao Sect to the eldest disciple, everyone who comes to the Guiyuan Sect hopes to communicate with Uncle Mo for advice.

Of course, not everyone is qualified to communicate with Uncle Mo.

"Young Master Li is here too?" Lu Junyang raised his hand to Li Shengyuan, "Did the Guiyuan Sect fail to entertain you well?"

Li Shengyuan snorted coldly and said with a strange tone: "How could it be? Who dares to criticize your Guiyuan Sect's hospitality?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the disciple of the same sect suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and he pulled at Li Shengyuan's sleeves.

Li Shengyuan's face turned even more ugly and he said no more.

The disciples secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Before going out, the sect master had told them that they should be optimistic about the young sect master and not let him cause trouble in the Guiyuan Sect. If the young sect master offended the direct disciple of the Guiyuan Sect master, they would inevitably suffer.

Ye Zelan looked at Lu Junyang, her face softened significantly, her bright eyes flashed with a hint of joy, she replied: "I'm sorry, we sisters forgot the time while looking at the cranes, we are going to visit Uncle Mo right now."

Ye Zelan said, took his three junior sisters to leave, and then left.

Ye Dongqing covered her mouth and snickered. She pushed the third senior sister, pointed at the senior sister, and then laughed softly.

Ye Qingdai gave her a helpless look. Why are you teasing Senior Sister?

A thin layer of red appeared on Ye Zelan's snow-white skin. She pretended not to notice the little moves of the junior sisters and spoke normally, "Let's go visit Uncle Mo."

"Ah? Isn't this Senior Brother Lu's excuse to rescue Senior Sister?"

Ye Zelan said seriously: "Whether it's an excuse or not, I still have to go." The other sisters had no objection.

In the square, when Li Shengyuan saw Ye Zelan and the others leaving, he snorted and turned around to leave.

The disciples of Wentian Sect resigned with Lu Junyang, and then hurriedly followed. Unexpectedly, as soon as they stepped forward, they were kicked by Li Shengyuan who suddenly burst out.

When the disciples of Guiyuan Sect saw it, they frowned and were very unhappy, "Elder brother..."

Lu Junyang looked at Wentian Sect, then shook his head, "That's it." It's not appropriate to meddle in other people's business at this stage.

Lu Junyang looked to the left and forward, his eyes showing worry.

From the front of the square, walk all the way inward, step on the ninety-nine steps, and the majestic and majestic hall suddenly appears in front of you.

Passing through several cloud pillars carved with auspicious clouds and walking into the main hall, dozens of powerful representatives from various sects in the world of cultivation were sitting on the seats on the left and right of the main hall, staggered in two rows.

These people may have white hair and white beards, or they may be handsome men and women, with various styles of beauty, and all of them are immortal.

Those who can occupy a place here are all powerful men with a high level of cultivation and a high status. After countless times of cleansing their muscles and cutting off their marrow, and tempering by lightning tribulations, their facial features have been optimized, even if they have ordinary looks.

It has an indescribable charm that makes people feel very comfortable.

However, in the world of cultivation, one is not judged by appearance, but by strength.

As the host, Lu Chongyun, the leader of the Guiyuan Sect, sat on the seat directly in front.

They all had serious faces.

There are countless sects, large and small, in the world of cultivation, among which the most famous ones are Seven Sects, One Valley, Two Pavilions and Three Aristocratic Families.

All the sects are vaguely headed by the largest Guiyuan Sect, all because Guiyuan Sect has the number one person in the world of cultivation, Heng Wudaozun.

Although there are different opinions from the outside world, Guiyuan Sect has always denied that they gathered here not only to discuss how to face the dilemma, but also to confirm whether anything happened to Dao Zun Hengwu.

The world of cultivation has now reached a critical moment, and everyone has gathered here just for this crisis.

An old man sitting down spoke first, with a heavy look on his face, "Now the demons have gathered their troops, sharpening their knives and pointing at the world of cultivation. The demons are watching with eager eyes. The world of cultivation is in danger!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone became uneasy. They were all mighty men who had lived for hundreds or thousands of years. They had gone through those bloody years of fighting with their eyes open and with their eyes closed. Many mighty men had fallen in those wars and finally recuperated.

Will there be another war in three or four hundred years?

A grumpy elder said, "Without the Demon Lord, how can we be afraid of him? If they want to fight, then we will stay with them until the end!"

"But if the demon world takes advantage of people's danger..."

Regardless of what we think in our hearts, on the surface everyone agrees that we love peace and do not want to take the initiative to start a war, but if the two worlds take the initiative to start a war, they will not be beaten passively.

"Amitabha."

Sitting on the first seat to the left of Lu Chongyun were several Buddhist cultivators from the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect. They were twirling Buddhist beads, reciting scriptures silently, and did not participate in the discussion.

Old God Lu Chongyun was there, listening to the quarrel below, and his sharp and weathered eyes seemed to be able to clearly see their hidden thoughts.

Li Nantian, the leader of the Asking Heaven Sect, said in a deep voice: "Sect Master Lu, please tell the truth whether Taoist Master has died."

As soon as this question came out, the hall instantly became quiet, the chanting of Buddhist monks also stopped, and they opened their eyes and looked over.

Lu Chongyun took his time and said, "I have said it before, senior brother has not fallen."

He said with certainty, "This battle cannot be fought."

"If Taoist Master is fine, why doesn't he show up?"

"yes……"

"Why exactly? Sect Leader Lu should know, right? Still can't you tell us?"

Lu Chongyun was questioned repeatedly, but the old god was still there.

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded in the main hall, "The demons have retreated, and there is nothing to fear from the demons."

At the same time, a tall white figure appeared above the main hall.
Chapter completed!