Immortal Mansion Longevity Chapter 850

  Liu Yu made a mistake and beheaded the five true monarchs of Xuanbing Palace one after another. Only one Nascent Soul cultivator, Nangongtian, remained in this sect.

  At this time, Nangongtian also died.

  Then the Nuoda territory of the Xuanbing Palace, in the eyes of other Nascent Soul True Monarchs, is just a fat piece of fat.

  In the country of Ba, it occupies the most excellent resource point and the most extensive territory, which is only slightly less than that of the Lingyun sect of Dandingzong combined.

   With such a large territory, it would be impossible to maintain it without Nascent Soul cultivators.

  No matter how many monks there are in the lower realm, it is impossible to hold on. After all, it will be nothing.

  Even an ordinary True Monarch, it is impossible to occupy such a large territory, this is "virtue does not match".

  Originally, although the loss of five True Monarchs, as long as there is no accident in Nangongtian, Xuanbing Palace can barely maintain it.

  But at this time, with Nangongtian's death, the original giant Xuanbing Palace actually collapsed.

  In Ba, the Danding Sect is slightly stronger than the Lingyun Sect, and it is not a problem to grab the fattest and most elite piece of fat.

  It was a simple shot, but she didn't expect such a big harvest. The joy in Mo Mei's heart was beyond words.

  Even in the city of Zhenjun Yuanying, a smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of his mouth.

  If it wasn't for the presence of her comrades, she would have laughed out loud!

   "Nangongtian has always been an old enemy of our faction, and now he was beheaded and killed by fellow Taoist Qingyang, I am grateful!"

   "We help each other, this remuneration is absolutely unacceptable for my concubine!"

  Looking at the jade card and jade box floating towards him, Zhenjun Momei raised his hand and shot out a wave of mana, preventing things from approaching any further.

   Immediately, she said seriously with a serious face.

   In this battle, this woman is the biggest beneficiary besides Liu Yu.

   It can be said that after eradicating the biggest threat, immeasurable benefits will be obtained.

   Huangmei, Kongzhao, and Zihong are all well aware of this point.

  Under such circumstances, if Mo Mei still accepts the reward with peace of mind, she will be a little clueless.

   Regardless of the cause and process, but in terms of the result, she is indeed one of the people who benefited the most.

   Win-win!

  What's more, seventeen years later, during the trip to "Yishan Yifu", Mo Mei still has to rely on Liu Yu a lot.

  Based on the above two points, she has a very firm attitude and refuses to accept payment no matter what.

   "Since the fairy is so polite, then Liu will not be reluctant."

   "Fellows should help each other, and we can still help each other in the future!"

  After a few pushbacks, seeing that the other party refused to accept the elixir, Liu Yu stopped pushing and said with a smile.

  The attitude of the other party made him quite satisfied.

  Since both of them benefited from this war, in fact, there is no one helping the other. Even if Mo Mei does not accept the reward, Liu Yu is not in debt.

  Of course, he doesn't pay much attention to a few fourth-level pills and a few thousand-year-old spiritual herbs.

  Even if the other party accepts it, they won't feel distressed.

   But in this way, the impression of Mo Mei will naturally be greatly reduced.

   "It should be like this. I will fight side by side several times, and I will keep in touch with you in the future."

   "Now the situation in Xiuxian is turbulent, and we have had a pleasant experience of cooperation, so we should hold together to keep warm."

"A difficult one, P Plus support!"

   Seeing that the two were still being polite, Zhenjun Huangmei suddenly spoke, glanced at several people and said heartily.

   "Amitabha, it should be so. Fellow Daoist Huang Mei is right."

   Before he finished speaking, the old monk Kongzhao responded immediately.

  Liu Yu already possessed the combat power of a great monk, and lost a chance to gain favor, but they are still familiar with each other, and he is eager to get closer.

  Although he is already the True Monarch Yuanying, in today's world of cultivating immortals, it is not enough to fight alone.

   "Old Monster in Green Mountain" and other examples are close at hand, which is the best lesson from the past.

  In the face of a sudden disaster, not to mention that there is no one to speak for him, not to mention his comrades, he can only hold on with his own strength, and finally ends up dead.

  I could only watch helplessly as my beloved nun died before my eyes.

  On the other hand, Momei, facing the maliciousness of Xuanbing Palace, was able to immediately invite several reinforcements, and finally successfully survived the disaster and turned the crisis into safety.

   Among them, although she is a master of alchemy, everyone more or less asks her for reasons, but the usual relationship management is also essential.

  The original Mo Mei was only a little arrogant, not to the point of being arrogant, and Dan Dingzong also made good friends with many Nascent Soul cultivators.

  Because of this, in the face of the Xuanbing Palace whose overall strength is almost crushed, it is possible to have a colleague who can help.

   "That's right, that's exactly what it is."

  After the battle, the five of them stood above the Hehuan Gate, their words were extremely polite.

  The war is over, there are no enemy cultivators for the time being, and everyone is not in a hurry to leave, just chatting and laughing at high altitude.

  But the laws of this world revolve around the strong.

   No need for any amazing words, Liu Yu naturally became the center of the crowd.

  Even if he reacted flatly and said some ambiguous words, the four of them could still think about it.

   "According to the old monk's opinion, in the dispute between Xiahou's family in Sang Kingdom and Jin Guangzong, Xiahou's family probably won't take advantage of it."

   "Bitao Zhenjun Xia Houying, after all, has only the initial stage of cultivation, and has a strong personality and is not popular with others, while Jin Guangzong, Jin Guang Taoist, has a mid-term cultivation and is extremely slippery in dealing with people."

   "This battle will most likely end with the Xiahou family."

  High in the sky, the five people talked loudly, from the Seven Nations League to the Three Great Alliances, and even rose to the level of the two races of monsters, and they all began to point out the country.

   "The old monk thinks"

   "My concubine thinks it should be"

   "Fellow Daoist Qingyang, how do you evaluate?!"

  Different from low-level monks bragging, Yuanying Zhenjun, looking at the whole Tiannan, is a high-level one.

  Especially the five people present, at least have the mid-stage combat power of Nascent Soul, and are already close to the top of the world of cultivating immortals.

  The same words were spoken from the five people at this time, without any dissonance, as if it should be so.

  Every move and every word they say affects the fate of thousands of low-level monks and billions of mortals.

   "Fellow Daoist Qingyang, farewell!"

  Time passed unknowingly, and the exchange didn't end until two quarters of an hour later.

  Huangmei, Kongzhao, Zihong, Momei, bid farewell and left one after another.

  Liu Yu's sleeves were fluttering, and she looked at several flashes of light, which disappeared from sight one after another.

   "Fellow Daoist of Qingyang, what will happen seventeen years later, I will be thinking about it~"

   "I hope fellow daoists don't forget."

  Suddenly, a voice sounded in his ear.

   Turning his head to look, he happened to see Mo Mei in the twilight, his eyes flickering and his eyes looked ambiguous.

   "Please don't worry, fairy, the good fortune Qinglian Liu is bound to win, and I will not let you forget the promise."

  With a thought, Liu Yu replied.

   He is bound to win the "Great Fortune Qinglian". Of course, he will not forget such an important thing, and he also needs a guide to lead the way.

  Seeing that the woman's face was slightly reddish, she was probably still immersed in the excitement of Nangongtian's death, so taking advantage of the opportunity to ask for an in-depth "discussion", she probably would not refuse.

   But Liu Yu is not a womanizer, and the sequelae of the exercises have not occurred, and he has no strange thoughts, so naturally he will not do this.

  Receiving a satisfactory reply, Mo Mei took a deep look at Zhuo Mengzhen, and then disappeared into the sky at a sudden speed.

  In an instant, there were only two figures left on the spot.

   "Mengzhen, go down and rest first."

   "Follow me back to the sect in a few days."

   After pondering for a moment, Liu Yu turned around and said.

  Zhuo Mengzhen nodded lightly, and soon after, under the guidance of a deacon who established the foundation, he entered the Yuanyangzong camp to rest.

  This woman, as the elder of Hehuanmen Jindan, is not an unknown person in the five sects of Chu State. If she doesn't wear a disguise, her identity can be easily recognized.

   But since the ancestor spoke in person, everything is naturally not a problem.

   Although the disciples of the Zongmen had doubts, they did not dare to raise doubts.

   After defeating the old enemy Hehuan Sect, Liu Yu's prestige in the sect has greatly increased, and a little gossip is not a problem.

  The real achievements are enough to deal with all doubts. Even if a female cultivator from a hostile sect is accepted as a concubine, no monk will dare to question her face to face.

   "Boom~"

  The sound of shouting and killing soaring into the sky, accompanied by the roar of magic tools and spells, continuously came from the ground, and could be faintly heard even in the sky.

  Liu Yu stood in the air, lowered his head and looked down.

  On the ground, colorful auras flickered, and the monks on both sides were fighting fiercely.

  At this point, both sides are already red-eyed, and it is difficult to stop easily.

  However, due to his previous "mistakes", the scale of victory has been completely tilted at this time. In the battles of Qi refining, foundation building, and Jindan, Yuanyangzong has the absolute upper hand.

   Continue like this, complete victory is only a matter of time.

  However, this is a large-scale war after all, and it is impossible for the victorious party to die without a monk.

  Want to completely destroy Hehuanmen, even if Yuanyangzong wins in the end, it will have to pay a lot of casualties.

  However, this level of casualties is still within Liu Yu's acceptable range.

  Feeling the peeping gazes outside the battlefield, he has no intention of making another move.

   Under the watchful eyes of everyone, killing low-level monks again and again is really unreasonable.

   "Huh~"

  Spiritual consciousness swept across a figure Liu Yu's eyes flashed with surprise.

  Following his line of sight, he saw a female cultivator in white clothes, controlling a black hook magic weapon, wantonly slaughtering the low-level monks of the Hehuan Sect.

   During the flickering of the aura, when the black hook magic weapon appeared again, several low-level monks often froze.

   "Puff~"

   Immediately, a thin line of blood appeared on their necks, and the blood gushed out like a spring.

  The shaving woman in white had a morbid and crazy flush on her face, and her expression was extremely excited.

  As a Jindan cultivator, she activates the black hook magic weapon, and the killing efficiency is very high.

  In just a few breaths, more than a dozen Hehuan Sect disciples died suddenly, including the Foundation Establishment cultivator.

   After a period of time, even the original white clothes were dyed bloody.

  The **** clothes kill the Quartet!

  This person is Leng Yuexin.

  Relying on the spirit item given by Liu Yu, she was lucky enough to successfully form the alchemy. After so many years, her cultivation has reached the middle stage of the golden alchemy.

  This woman practices magic arts, as long as she has a large amount of high-quality blood essence, she can quickly improve her cultivation.

  So happy to hear about the war, and take the initiative to join the war.

  After killing dozens of monks, Leng Yuexin usually stays for a while, takes out a blood bead and keeps pinching the spell.

  Under the traction of the blood path spell, streams of blood gushed out of the corpses of the dead Hehuanmen monks like water, continuously gathering into fist-sized blood beads.

   Within a few breaths, dozens of corpses were drained of blood and turned into mummies within a hundred feet nearby.

  The scene looked unbelievably creepy.

  Even the disciples of Yuanyang Sect felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured into their hearts when they saw it, and the frenzy in their eyes disappeared immediately.

  Although he knew it was a friendly army, he subconsciously stayed away from this woman.

  A large amount of blood is absorbed, and the blood beads look rounder and fuller, emitting a **** glow.

  Seeing this, Leng Yuexin's face flushed even more, she suddenly turned her head and looked into the distance, and immediately urged the magic weapon to kill to another battlefield.

  In ordinary times, it is natural not to massacre low-level monks. Otherwise, there is no need for others to eliminate demons and defend the way, and Yuanyangzong will clean up the sect itself.

   But the war period is different, the general order no longer applies.

   Killing a monk of a rival sect will not be held accountable by the sect.

  Therefore, at this time, it is rare to have such a great opportunity, and of course Leng Yuexin cannot let it go.

  Take the opportunity to collect a large amount of blood essence, so as to cultivate diligently.

   "Soon, soon."

   "As long as you collect some more, it will be enough to use it in the later stage of Golden Core."

  Thinking in this way, Leng Yue's eyes flashed brightly, and her actions became more and more neat.

  As a sect that is neither righteous nor evil, and absolutely neutral, Yuanyangzong is very inclusive.

  Although there are very few disciples who practice magic arts in the sect, based on the base of tens of thousands, there are still a few of them.

  Therefore, there was an opportunity to openly kill at this time, and their fighting enthusiasm was much higher than that of ordinary disciples, and each of them took the opportunity to collect blood essence.

  Your side has a clear advantage, and you don't need to take much risk. For these people, it is a golden opportunity.

   But generally speaking, all the monks in the Yuanyangzong camp had a very high fighting enthusiasm in this downright battle.

   After all, the spoils belong to the killer, and the Zongmen will not charge any money.

   Kill one more person at this time, you will get an extra loot, and you may go further on the fairy road in the future.

kill! kill! kill!

   One side is for cultivating immortal resources, the other side is for breaking through the siege, and the monks of the two camps fight selflessly.

  In such an atmosphere, every minute and every second, a large number of monks died.

   "Ding Ding Ding~!"

  In the corner of the battlefield, a foundation-building cultivator of the Yuanyang Sect with an ordinary face and slightly dark skin accidentally went too deep, and was targeted by several monks of the Hehuan Sect.

  When several magical weapons attacked, he felt a strong sense of crisis in his spiritual sense, and he suddenly woke up.

   "Not good, too deep!"

  Looking at the Magical Artifact whose eyes were rapidly zooming in, the man's expression changed.

   "Boom!!"

  But the next moment, the power of the magic weapon level descended.

  The power of the magic weapon disappeared in a flash, and the bodies of several Hehuanmen who besieged this person were all torn to pieces and bloody.

  The dark-skinned Foundation Establishment cultivator looked back, just in time to see a "Golden Core Loose Cultivator" turn his head, and the figure disappeared in a flash.

   "Thank you, senior!"

   Seeing this, he hastily bowed deeply.

   Immediately, sensing the lack of mana, he began to retreat to the rear, not daring to rush forward too quickly.

   This person is exactly the "Liu An" who joined the sect with the blood of the Liu family when Liu Yu returned to Tiannan.

  Although the spiritual root aptitude is not good, his "luck" is very good, and he was accepted by the real power deacon Wu Chengen as his personal heir.

  The path of cultivation is much smoother than that of ordinary monks.

  Because the cultivation resources are relatively abundant, the cultivation methods are also at the top level, and the reason is that there are teachers who give advice from time to time.

  Although the spiritual root aptitude is very poor, now more than a hundred years have passed, Liu An has still cultivated to the peak of the middle stage of foundation establishment.

  Around one hundred and thirty years old, he has cultivated to the peak of the middle stage of foundation establishment. Compared with ordinary monks, he is already very good, and has the possibility of hitting the bottleneck of alchemy.

  With Liu Yu in charge of the sect, the Qingyang family took over the power of the sect in an all-round way, and Wu Chengen also took the position of "head".

  Although the head of the sect is just a good-looking title, he is actually a big manager. Compared with ordinary foundation-building monks, the power in his hands is astonishingly great.

  Under Wu Chengen's operation, he himself is relatively good, and coupled with the huge power of the Qingyang family, Liu An successfully became a "true disciple".

   "Too reckless."

  Thousands of feet high in the sky, Liu Yu saw this scene, shook his head slightly and looked away.

  It is not a coincidence that senior Jindan passed by and just happened to rescue him.

  The so-called "senior" is actually a Jindan slayer specially arranged by him to secretly protect this son.

   After all, this son has the blood of the Liu family. Compared with ordinary monks, he still feels a little more cordial.

  In addition, he happened to join the sect, so Liu Yu was a little concerned because he had some of the same blood.

  Therefore, this son, the road of cultivation can be smooth and smooth.

  Every time we encounter a crisis, we can always use various methods to turn the danger into a blessing in disguise.

   After all, Liu Yu is now the ancestor of Zhenjun Yuanying, and it doesn't take much energy to take care of a little monk.

  In fact, he just gave a few casual instructions, and his own monks and dead men will take care of everything.

  After so many generations, the fetters of blood have long been extremely weak.

   It is impossible for Liu Yu to make a special trip like when he hit the bottleneck of forming alchemy.

   Not to mention the sudden idea of ​​acknowledging relatives.

   At most, I thought of it by chance, and told the monks below to take care of it.

   As for how far Liu An can go in the end, it all depends on this child's good luck.

   But he just gave a few casual instructions. For all low-level monks, it is a great opportunity that can't be met!

  Liu An's fate was completely changed because of this, and the difficulty of obtaining some key resources from the sect was much lower than that of ordinary disciples.

  Under the mighty night sky, Liu Yu stood in a black robe with his hands behind his back, quietly overlooking the entire battlefield.

   "Kill, kill, kill!!"

   "Boom!!"

  On the ground, the sound of fighting never stopped.

   During the selfless fight between the monks on both sides, time passed unknowingly.

  The total number of low-level monks was close to 70,000, fighting from dark to dawn, and from dawn to dark.

  The sun rose and the sun set, until after a day and a night, the battlefield finally came to an end.

  Looking around, within a radius of tens of miles of Hehuan Gate, there are curls of gunpowder smoke rising.

  The blessed land of Lingshan, which was once beautiful and beautiful, is now completely unrecognizable, and the majestic Lingshan Mountains have been knocked down.

   On the ground, cracks and ravines crisscrossed, like countless deep wounds, which looked a little shocking.

   Dead bodies are everywhere!

  If a monk looks from a high altitude, he can find corpses at a certain distance, and the death conditions are often different.

   It was not until hundreds of miles away that this situation gradually disappeared, and a tragic atmosphere enveloped the entire battlefield.

   At this time, the roar of magic tools and spells has become sparse.

  Only a very small number of areas, there are still monks from Hehuanmen who are stubbornly resisting.

  Up in the sky, Liu Yu stared at this scene coldly, without the slightest wave in his eyes.

   He has long been accustomed to death!

  (end of this chapter)

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