"To Jian Jue..."
Yao Ziyi muttered something and looked at Xiang Sheng, his eyes gradually changing.
Xiang Jianjue refused to become a disciple when he joined the sect. His stubborn character was known to everyone in the Wanmai Sword Sect.
Who else could make him obedient except his master, Xiang Sheng, the Earth God of Dongzhou?
"Third Brother, why are you looking at me like an old antique?"
Xiang Sheng sighed helplessly, "Putting aside my identity, I'm less than two hundred years old."
"Less than two hundred years old?!"
Before Yao Ziyi could speak, a scream suddenly came from outside the door.
Li Xiaoliu pointed at Xiang Sheng, his eyes widening. "Junior Sister, that number one on the sword list who pretended to be a Pantheon monk, is it really you?"
Su Qingqing flashed and hugged Xiang Sheng, surprised and delighted: "Junior sister, you are the Earth God, so doesn't that mean I am the Earth God's senior sister? Hahahaha!"
"What Earth God?"
Amidst loud laughter, Shui Yueyao followed out with a bewildered look on her face, her two lively eyes revealing a clear confusion, "Junior Sister is the Earth God?"
Yao Ziyi looked at everyone's reactions, then turned around and saw his second senior brother also looking shocked, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.
"So you really don't know?"
"Didn't I say I didn't know? It's you, Third Brother, who don't believe it."
"Yao Ziyi, let's forget about this time. When my injury gets better, we'll have another fight. If you lose, you'll give me the third place!"
"What are you all talking about! You went out to play without me, and that's fine, but you didn't even explain it clearly!"
Everyone was talking at their own pace, the scene became extremely chaotic, and the feeling of shock quickly disappeared.
Xiang Sheng stood in the midst of the noise, his expression gradually relaxed, and his uneasy heart became calm again.
After traveling through the world of cultivation for so many years, this was the first time she felt at home.
…
Yao Xuanjia couldn't help being annoyed. Seeing that his fellow junior brothers and sisters were becoming more and more noisy, he immediately used his trump card, the confinement technique.
When everyone heard that they were going to be put in solitary confinement, they immediately dispersed, each one running faster than the other.
After saying goodbye to everyone, Xiang Sheng returned to his room and sealed the formation.
Although the palace prepared by the eldest brother is nice, it is too deserted, and she still prefers to retreat here.
She sat cross-legged on the cushion in the quiet room, took out two hundred Wanlian Pearls and placed them together with the spirit stones taken from the sect's treasury, a glimmer of anticipation in her eyes.
With the Wanlian Pearls to temper her body, she no longer has to worry about her perfect body hindering her progress in cultivating her true essence.
She also wanted to know what level of strength she could reach if she used up all the resources in front of her.
As soon as she thought of this, she stopped thinking and quickly cleared her mind, breathing in spiritual energy, and gradually entered a state of meditation...
…
Pantheon.
Somewhere in a valley filled with a thick smell of blood, a pool of blood as smooth as a mirror suddenly began to churn.
When the Thousand-Faced Old Ghost standing by the pool saw this scene, he immediately recalled some past events and his face became slightly gloomy.
Soon, a naked man walked out of the pool of blood.
Seeing this person, the Thousand-Faced Old Ghost's expression turned cold, and he immediately scolded: "Yin Bufeng, what are you standing there for? Come up quickly!"
The man seemed not to hear and continued standing in the pool, motionless.
The Thousand-Faced Old Ghost sensed something was wrong and immediately flashed into the blood pool. He placed his palm on Yin Bufeng's brow and his expression immediately became extremely ugly.
No sea of consciousness!
The resurrected Yin Bufeng was just a walking corpse, without any independent consciousness.
"How could Father's resurrection technique fail?"
The Thousand-Faced Old Ghost was feeling confused and uncertain when he suddenly sensed a presence approaching from behind.
He turned around and saw a man with blood-red hair and green meridians all over his body walking towards him. He was immediately shocked and asked, "Brother, why are you here?"
The blood-haired man spoke calmly, "My father ordered me to leave the mountain."
"Leave the mountain?"
The Thousand-Faced Old Ghost looked anxious: "Could it be that my younger brother failed to do his job well this time and father is angry?"
"you?"
The blood-haired man's eyes showed mockery: "What is it about you that deserves Father's anger?"
When the Thousand-Faced Old Ghost heard this, instead of being angry, he breathed a sigh of relief, "It's good that it's not me."
"Father has ordered you to search for the whereabouts of the fourth divine beast. You no longer need to worry about the white tiger in the Rift Demon Valley."
When the Thousand-Faced Old Ghost heard this, he didn't dare to ask the reason. He just nodded and turned away.
After the man left, the blood-haired man looked at Yin Bufeng in the pool and waved his hand.
Bang!
Yin Bufeng instantly exploded into a ball of blood mist and fell back into the blood pool.
"Even Heaven cannot interfere with extracting souls and ending lives. Father is right. This is Taiyin's method."
A hint of solemnity flashed across the blood magic man's eyes.
If Taiyin is resurrected, that would be fine. We can just kill him again while he is in a weak state after being resurrected.
But if it's fake death...
Since the ancient war, where has Taiyin been and what has he been doing all these years?
They know nothing.
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