"Old Ancestor Ge!" Several foundation-building monks from the Ancient Sword Sect first looked happy when they saw the blue-shirted scholar, but then their expressions froze when they saw the other two Yuan Ying old monsters from the Flying Cavalry Tribe following closely behind.

Ge Ziya is one of the middle-stage Nascent Soul monks in Qingdan Palace who has the best chance of being promoted to a great monk, and his strength ranks among the best in the world of Wangyue Cultivation.

The ancestors of the other two Feiqi tribes seem to be not weak either. At least they are rumored to have killed another ancestor of the mid-stage Nascent Soul of Ten Thousand Flowers Valley by joining forces.

Several juniors from the Flying Cavalry tribe also looked happy when they saw the middle-aged couple, and then turned into surprises. The three Nascent Soul Ancestors in front of them seemed to be in extremely strange states. It seemed that their bodies were out of control.

Suddenly, the junior foundation builders who were still in a hostile relationship thought about it and were extremely frightened. Even the Nascent Soul cultivator could not control his body. What incredible danger had he encountered?

At this time, these juniors no longer have any intention of fighting each other. Even the ancestor of Yuanying has ended up in this situation. Wouldn't it be a big joke for them to continue fighting?

In fact, they did not wonder for too long. Lu Xiaotian was also nearby, just sitting cross-legged on a boulder casually.

The monks from the Qiangu Sword Sect and the Flying Cavalry Tribe saw the bodies of the three Nascent Soul Ancestors involuntarily landing less than three miles in front of them, facing an empty-looking stone about ten feet high.

Then the three Nascent Soul Ancestors looked at the huge stone with horrified faces, but the foundation-building monks found it particularly strange in their eyes. It was obviously just an ordinary stone with nothing on it. A few yuan

Why does Ying Patriarch look like this?

The strange situation in front of them made these foundation-building juniors instinctively want to run away as far as possible from this strange place, but their reason told them not to act rashly, otherwise they might suffer a thunderous blow.

Not only these foundation-building juniors, but even the blue-shirted Confucian scholar and the middle-aged couple had no idea what was going on. At a glance, they saw that the boulder was empty, and they didn't see much more than the juniors.

thing.

However, the vision soon became blurry, and the line of sight on the empty boulder was distorted, and a blurry back began to form.

The figure turned around slowly, and it turned out to be a young man with silver hair and a slightly thin face. His eyes were calm, but so deep that he seemed to be able to accommodate all things.

"Senior, senior!" In the eyes of a group of foundation-building monks, several Nascent Soul Ancestors were either bending down to salute or leaning down on the still empty boulder. These foundation-building monks could see that

I just thought it was ridiculous. But a few Yuan Ying ancestors were very cautious about what they were doing.

"What's the current situation in the Wangyue Cultivation World?" Lu Xiaotian asked.

"The overall situation in the Wangyue Cultivation World is calm. In the past two thousand years, although there have been occasional disturbances of various sizes, the foundation of the Wangyue Cultivation World has never been shaken."

The blue-shirted Confucian scholar replied respectfully. The monk in front of him seemed to be young, but the other person's cultivation and strength had reached a point where he didn't dare to peek. The rumored old monster who transformed into gods didn't seem to be as good as the person in front of him.

, it seems unrealistic to say that the old monster of transformation can easily make several of their Nascent Soul monks lose the ability to act independently. The blue-shirted scholar is like the two monks from the Flying Cavalry tribe next to him, although he has various speculations in his mind.

, but he didn’t dare to ask questions easily.

"Oh? What sects are there in the Wangyue Cultivation World?" Lu Xiaotian said casually.

"The stronger ones include Ancient Sword Sect, Qingdan Palace, Lingxiao Palace, followed by Wanhua Valley, Xuanbing Sect, Ten Thousand Beasts Sect, Moyang Sect... all of them are very powerful." The scholar in blue shirt added.

road.

"The strength of Lingxiao Palace has declined so quickly?" Lu Xiaotian said with a little surprise. When he left this world, there were still several statues from the Eighteen Golden People, and some were distributed to Yan Xiaoyu, Xia Ji and his wife, and others.

Yan Xiaoyu, Peng Dayong and others later went to the spirit world through the Renyuan Gate. Lu Xiaotian met them all, and even Peng Dayong was in the Chaos Demon Realm. After a battle with the Buddha Sect, he went to practice everywhere. From the old man's mouth

He learned about the strength of Lingxiao Palace under their rule in this world. There is no doubt that he is there. When Lu Xiaotian left, he left too deep a foundation for Lingxiao Palace.

Unexpectedly, only a few thousand years have passed, and the ancient sword sect and Qingdan Palace once again occupy the top spot in the world of immortal cultivation. They are worthy of being the largest sect of immortal sects with orderly inheritance. Even though they were temporarily overtaken by Lingxiao Palace, time has passed.

After a long time, these immortal sects still showed super tenacity and caught up again.

"Lingxiao Palace used to be the strongest sect. Later, the sect's power mainly moved into the secret territory of Lingxu. The remaining part stayed in the original place, and its strength naturally declined." The scholar in blue shirt felt happy in his heart,

Could it be that the person in front of me has something to do with Lingxiao Palace? Thousands of years ago, Lingxiao Palace was the most powerful in this world.

But since some of the old people in Lingxiao Palace either went to the spirit world or died at the end of their lives. Some of them entered the secret realm of Lingxu. The space in the secret realm of Lingxu was turbulent and cut off from Qingyuan, Chiyuan, Blue Demon and other places. Mochizuki Xiu

The strength of Lingxiao Palace in the Immortal World has naturally dropped to a certain level. The blue-shirted Confucian scholar cannot help but suspect that Lu Xiaotian came out of the Lingxu Secret Realm. If it can really be related to Lingxiao Palace, he will naturally have some doubts about the situation in the Immortal Realm of Wangyue.

Quite a change, but after the joy soon passed, the blue-shirted scholar felt a little uncomfortable. If the monks from Lingxiao Palace who really entered the secret realm of Lingxu returned to Wangyue, the status of both the Ancient Sword Sect and Qingdan Palace would naturally decline.

Quite a few.

While the blue-shirted scholar had mixed feelings, the middle-aged couple of the Feiqi tribe were on pins and needles. Whether the silver-haired monk in front of them came from the Ancient Sword Sect, Qingdan Palace, or Lingxiao Palace, he was absolutely unique to the Feiqi tribe.

This is not a good thing. The success or failure of victory depends on the opponent's thoughts. This feeling of the tribe's life and death being controlled by human hands is too uncomfortable.

"That's it!" Lu Xiaotian nodded after asking a few more questions. He had a general understanding of some of the things that had happened on the Qingyuan Continent over the past thousands of years.

"Before..." The scholar in blue shirt opened his mouth to say something else, but his vision was distorted. The boulder was empty again, and the silver-haired monk seemed to have never appeared.

The blue-shirted scholar and the two monks from the Flying Cavalry Tribe each looked at each other and had no intention of fighting again.

"This is such a serious matter that I have to go back and tell Senior Brother Gongmen, how about we just stop fighting?" The blue-shirted Confucian scholar floated back more than a hundred feet and looked at the two monks from the Flying Cavalry Tribe with vigilance.

"That's what I meant, Fellow Daoist Ge, farewell!" Such a powerful human monk appeared out of thin air, leaving the three of them without the ability to resist. It seems that even the monks from the sky and the moon are no match. For such a big event, the tribe's senior officials
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