As soon as he finished speaking, Dongmu Zhenjun floated in the air, and his five fingers in his right hand stretched out his long sleeves, turning into a phantom of a giant claw of an iron mountain. He suddenly grabbed the ruins of Shaoling City, as if he was trying to capture something from the earth?

A rumbling sound was heard, and the earth continued to collapse, and a pagoda slowly broke out from the ground. In a moment, it stood majestic on the ground. The tower was octagonal, several miles in a circle, and the tower was more than a hundred feet long. The spire seemed to be in the sky, seemingly invisible, majestic and magnificent, exuding a solemn and heavy atmosphere, which seemed mysterious and ancient.

"This is..." Mo Wentian suddenly looked stunned, and Lei Wanshan and the other three were even more ineffective. They were all as stupid as if they had witnessed miracles. *********** Bao Ruyi Tower?"

Zheng Yuer seemed to recognize this object, and immediately exclaimed, flew under the tower, and said in astonishment: "Isn't this the best magic weapon of the True Lord of Zhongtu? How could it be under the ruins of Shaoling City?"

"Not bad!" Dongmu Zhenjun nodded slightly and sighed: "Before the king was preparing to help the Wei Kingdom, the monsters entrenched in the three cities of Qingzhou, the senior brother Zhongtu has long investigated. Among them, the golden clawed mink bear in Shaoling City is the most difficult to deal with. No matter who comes, he will seek death."

"So that's what I said? I'm a little confused." Mo Wentian frowned slightly and said in confusion: "Since he knew that the matter of Shaoling City was impossible, why did the True Lord of Zhongtu decide that the three deputy heads would choose one city to experience the experience and the recasting of the city would be the leader, wouldn't he go to die in vain?"

"That's not! Fellow Taoist Wuji must also know that practicing and asking about Tao is the cultivation of fate, and the importance of luck lies in the cultivation talent." Dongmu Zhenjun shook his head slightly and continued: "The monks with luck will naturally seek good luck and avoid bad luck. Even if they encounter danger, they can turn danger into safety. A monk with bad luck will sooner or later be abandoned by the Great Dao and become a stepping stone for others."

Mo Wentian nodded. He naturally knew the importance of luck and understood what Dongmu Zhenjun said. The use of Shaoling City as a place of training was because his luck was not good and he was not attached to the heavenly way. Even if he fell, he could not blame others.

Lord Dongmu Zhen sighed slowly and continued, "But Senior Brother Zhongtu is compassionate after all, and he cannot bear to see all the monks in Yunzhou sects die here, so he left the Eight Treasures Ruyi Tower here, just to save the lives of the monks at critical moments and leave some Taoist statuary for the Yunzhou sects."

Zheng Yuer's brow frowned slightly and said sadly: "Second brother is afraid that he has encountered misfortune, and Yuer has no sense of his breath at this time."

Mo Wentian nodded slightly. After all, Zhenren Renjun is Zheng Yuer's half-brother. He has a blood relationship that is broken and connected. Naturally, he senses something in the dark. It is not surprising that Zhenren Renjun has encountered an unexpected accident at this time. He used insight to calculate and came to such a conclusion.

Zhenjun Dongmu had already known the result, but his expression was not abnormal. Zhenren Renjun died and died, but it was just the end of a big wave. Moreover, this person's talent was mediocre, although he was ambitious, he had no ability, and had no background in the court. At this time, he died in Qingzhou, which would not cause any ripples in the Zheng Guojun's room.

At this moment, there was a creaking sound, and the stone door at the bottom of the Babao Ruyi Tower sounded, as if a monster slowly opened its huge mouth, and the mysterious stone door gradually opened.

A ball of flame floated out of it, and in the night sky, the flames rose into a burly human form. A burst of laughter came out: "It turned out that Senior Brother Dongmu was rescued. Junior brother was trapped inside for several months, and the bored thing was almost fading out of the bird. Today, I finally saw the light of heaven again. I really felt grateful."

Zhenjun Dongmu shook his head slightly and said with a smile: "Junior Brother Nanhuo, Brother Nanhuo naturally wants to save you from the trouble, but his ability is not good. I want to thank the fellow Taoists of Wuji Sect and the True Lord of Tianyu in this sect."

"What?" The Lord of Nanhuo reacted. After a slight reaction of his spiritual sense, an incredible look appeared on his face. The fire flashed through the air and flashed in front of Mo Wentian and others. He shouted in shock: "I am trapped here, it is only three days in just a few days. You two have already achieved the Golden Pill. What a chance of luck?"

While he was talking, he shook his head repeatedly, as if he could not believe it. The clear voice of Zhenjun Dongmu was preaching behind his back: "True Lord Tianyu has received the favor of Zhenjun Zhongtu, and was rewarded for making the Jindan Zhenjun, and used this to become the True Lord of Jindan, and was granted the title of Zhenjun Tianyu. Now he intends to inherit the Great Orthodox Territory of the Immortal Sect. He can be called the supreme leader of this sect. Junior Brother Nanhuo should treat him with courtesy."

"This..., in this way, Senior Brother Zhongtu has made a choice." Nanhuo Zhenjun's voice was a little bitter. He had already heard what Dongmu Zhenjun said. It was a matter of everyone's expectation that Zhenjun Tianyu inherited the Great Orthodox Territory of the Immortal Sect. He had to obey his orders and not cause any more troubles.

Speaking of this thought, Zhenjun Nanhuo felt a little unwilling, but thinking that Zhenren Renjun had fallen and his century of business had been wasted, he couldn't help but feel a little interested. He immediately bent down and bowed slightly and said in a deep voice: "True Lord Tianyu is willing to save him. I have thanked him solemnly here. I will never forget the grace of saving my life, and will definitely be rewarded in the future."

As the head of the Ascension Sect, the True Lord of Nanhuo has always been inclined to the True Lord of Renjun. He had great expectations, but the result was contrary to his wishes. It was normal for him to be depressed.

Zheng Yuer understood a little, paused slightly, and asked hesitantly: "True Lord Nanhuo, don't you know if True Lord Renjun is here?"

Master Nanhuo sighed slightly, shook his head and said, "Ren'er is a person with a poor life. Since Master Tianyu has guessed the result, I will not say anything more?"

Zheng Yuer's expression became even more gloomy. Although her brother-sister relationship was not harmonious with her colleagues, she had a trace of blood and family affection. At this time, she was sure that he had fallen and died, and she felt a little sad.

"It's all the golden clawed mink bear. Ren'er was caught and killed by him. If I want me to encounter this beast again, I have to slim it into skin and cramps." The Lord of Nanhuo was full of anger, as if he was thinking of something at once. He held his forehead and said, "That beast is so powerful, but you have driven away. I think this battle is really tragic."

Before he finished speaking, Zheng Yuer smiled and said, "Nanhuo Zhenjun, Wuji Sect has set up a dragon trapping formation to capture the golden clawed mink bear, and is now in the beast-controlling bag of fellow Taoist Wuji."

"This..." Master Nanhuo was stunned and as if he had used up all his surprise at this moment, as if he saw a child becoming an adult overnight. Even though he knew that Mo Wentian was amazing, he never expected that the Wuji Sect would develop so well. It was impossible for ordinary Jindan Sect to do so.

After a long time of dumbfoundedness, the True Lord of Nanhuo sighed and said, "A few years ago, the True Lord of Wuji showed his strength in the ascension of the Immortals and won the first place in the magical power competition. But I didn't expect that in just a few years, he had such a powerful cultivation level. He is actually the favorite of the way of heaven. The way of cultivation is probably unobstructed, and he has the fortune of winning the Yuanying True King in this life."

"The true Lord of Nanhuo is so serious!" Mo Wentian immediately shook his head and said with a serious face, "It's just that the golden elixir is just the first time it has been completed. The pass is as long as iron. Now he has stepped forward again. The true king of Yuanying is really unpredictable, and it is not something that can be expected."

While the two of them were greeting each other, the light flashed in front of the Eight Treasure Ruyi Tower. Suddenly hundreds of meteors burst out, dragging the dazzling light to shine in the night sky. In an instant, the light only disappeared in a moment, and about a hundred foundation-building real people appeared.

But the monks were a little embarrassed at this time. Not only were their faces extremely pale and their spirits were depressed, but some monks were also stained with blood in white shirts, as if they were not seriously injured. It was obvious that they had experienced a fierce battle, and they were the monks of the Yunzhou sects who had originally followed Renjun Zhenren.

They do not have the magical powers of the Jindan True Lord, and their spiritual senses are limited. After landing, they look around in a daze, and naturally they find it difficult to detect the existence of the True Lord around them. When they suddenly come here, they are all confused and confused, not knowing where they are now?

"This...? Isn't it the ruins of Shaoling City?" An old man with golden hair and beard asked a strange question, as if it was a bit unbelievable. This person is the most famous in Yunzhou. He is Chi Jin Zhenren, the leader of the Golden Ding Sect, ranked first in the sect leader.

"Yes, this place is Shaoling City." A tall and thin old man with a hooked nose spoke silently, with a confused look in his slender and sharp eyes flashing, and he said in confusion: "But the Eight Treasures Ruyi Tower is the best magic weapon of the True Lord of Zhongtu. If there is no noble person to help him, how could we leave easily?"

"Yes! The True Lord of Nanhuo left first, and I don't know what's going on?" An old man in green with a star-headed hair tilted his feather fan and sneered: "True Lord Jinpeng, you are not the best in Yunzhou's life-escaping Kung Fu, why didn't you catch up with the True Lord of Nanhuo?"

"Fuck, I'm building a foundation and winning the power, that's nothing to say. How can I compare with the Jindan True Lord?" The old man with a hook nose looked disdainful and retorted angrily: "You are not a real person in Qianji who claims to be completely calculated, so why not calculate where the Nanhuo True Lord is now?"

The Qianji Zhenren, who had a star-shaped hair, suddenly became silent. Her mouth slightly opened, but she didn't say anything anymore. She just kept shaking the feather fan to show her dissatisfaction.

The three of them are the leaders of Yunzhou, who all have the cultivation of the Great Perfection of Foundation Building and their strength is completely higher than that of the real people around them. Although they were a little uncomfortable at this time, others dared not interrupt a word, and they would not be able to bear to offend either party.

All the monks of all sects were silent. After a moment of silence, the Xuanqi Zhenren of the Xuantian Sword Sect suddenly said "Huh" and raised his head and exclaimed: "Fellow Taoists, you look up. Isn't that Dongmu Zhenjun?"
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