Outside the sect, spiritual light was lingering and rays of light were passing through in all directions.

Ever since the Fuguang Immortal Sect announced to all quarters and the birth of the Fuguang Spiritual Juice, the ancestors and other cultivators of all the major first-rate sects and forces have flocked to the Fuguang Immortal Sect.

A first-rate sect refers to a force under the Hedao Holy Land that has at least one cultivator who has reached the Great Perfection of the Refined Void.

Such forces are unevenly distributed in each region. For example, in the area of ​​Huai River, there are only two people who have reached the great perfection of Lianxu, which is already a good place for cultivating immortals.

In the Shangjuntian territory, there are hundreds of areas where there are no cultivators who have reached the Perfection of Refined Void.

If you count them, there are more than a thousand cultivators who have reached the Great Perfection of Refining Void in the Juntian Realm. This number may seem large, but if you look at the entire upper, middle and lower Juntian, it is not so conspicuous.

When a cultivator advances to the realm of Refining Void, his lifespan is 30,000 years. If he can cultivate to perfection in Refining Void, he can borrow at least another 20,000 to 30,000 years of lifespan from heaven and earth.

If we count that one cycle is fifty thousand years, there can be thousands of cultivators who have reached the perfect stage of refining emptiness, which is not a lot.

Moreover, 90% of those who have achieved perfection in refining the void have done so by spending time and honing their skills bit by bit.

A force with a cultivator who has reached the perfect state of refining emptiness at its head is enough to overwhelm the local river basin, but it does not have the ability to spread the sect's reputation throughout Juntian.

Although everyone agrees that those who have reached Perfection in the Void Refining Stage are first-rate forces, the gap between first-rate and second-rate is still huge.

For example, the ancestors who came to the Fuguang Immortal Sect this time are all from top forces such as the Tianxing Immortal Sect, the Sun and Moon Immortal Sect, the Demon Sect’s Soul Summoning Cave, and the Evil Sect’s Yinxie Sect. Each family has several cultivators who have reached the Great Perfection of the Refining Void.

The strongest cultivator in the sect has at least comprehended two or three major rules and has reached perfection in the realm of refining emptiness, just like Wu Zhongguang, who was Mixuzi's protector.

To be honest, every cultivator at this level can trigger the sixty-nine heavenly tribulations. Of course, whether they can trigger it or not depends on fate.

Of course, there are also top-level Juntian realm masters like Yin Yihan, the elder of the Immortal Palace, but there are not many of them. It just so happens that Shi Yunan, the great elder of the Fuguang Immortal Sect, is one of them.

Although the Fuguang Immortal Sect is no longer a holy land of Hedao, the sect's business is still very close and the elixirs used by him, the great elder, are the best in the entire Juntian, and his combat power is much higher than that of the cultivators of the same level.

Inside the Fuguang Immortal Sect.

It was still the sect's main hall, with all kinds of auras converging. On the mountain below where the hall was suspended, there were several huge monsters crawling on the top of the mountain.

Including these huge monsters, there are still more than thirty powerful auras in the hall.

Among these more than thirty auras, more than a dozen came from Juntian's top-notch sects and forces, announcing the Juntian realm, and what they announced were the forces behind the dozen or so cultivators present.

To put it bluntly, among these dozen forces, you are the only one who represents the entire Juntian.

What, you don't want to be represented? Never mind, come in person and see if I can let you go back alive.

As for the remaining dozen or so people, they came here to try their luck, dreaming of the possibility of finding something good.

By the way, the Fuguang Immortal Sect has no sect leader, and the great elder Shi Yun'an is the leader. Such a grand occasion naturally requires him to appear in person and take charge.

Inside the main hall, the monks sat separately.

There are two steps to obtain the Fuguang Spiritual Liquid. The first step is to defeat other cultivators, and the second step is to take out the spiritual liquid.

Of course, the Fuguang Immortal Sect doesn’t care how you fight. We can provide the territory, and we don’t mind if you beat your dog brains out.

The cultivators who came to participate were defeated and were inferior in skills. Naturally, they could not blame the Fuguang Immortal Sect for not being able to obtain the spiritual juice.

As for the step of extracting the spiritual fluid, it will naturally cost a little.

The Fuguang Spiritual Juice is produced from the oldest tree ancestor in the sect. This tree has lived for more than 300,000 years and has been reborn from withering several times. The spiritual juice is the essence of the spirit produced by the tree ancestor.

Shouldn't we exchange such precious spiritual essence for some spiritual objects? The Fuguang Immortal Sect does not participate in the exchange process. The cultivator only needs to enter the spiritual wood space opened up by the Tree Ancestor, and if the spiritual objects he takes out satisfy the Tree Ancestor, he will naturally be able to obtain the Fuguang Spiritual Essence.

…

"Hey, why didn't the monks from Juntian Pavilion come?"

Inside the hall, the cultivators from various forces looked over and saw Wan Yinzong of Wanxiang Mountain knocking on someone's table with his small hammer.

"Juntian Pavilion is a wealthy family, and probably doesn't care about this little thing."

Compared to the communication in the hall, Shi Yunan didn't think so.

If Pei Tianlan hadn't forced him, he would never have taken out the spiritual fluid so early. Instead, he would have slowly chosen a suitable time to allow the sect to gain the greatest benefit from it.

Moreover, Pei Tianlan has not left since the last time. He has been wandering around in Fuguang Fairy City. It is not normal that he has not appeared until now.

"Don't do anything weird to me." Shi Yun'an muttered in his heart.

The time has not arrived yet. According to the scenes in previous years, it will attract a lot of cultivators every time. The number of cultivators who have reached the Perfect Refinement Stage will exceed fifty, and the most at one time has attracted hundreds of cultivators.

The Fuguang Immortal Sect would never let go of such a good opportunity and would take the opportunity to hold several high-end barter exchanges to make huge profits.

Although more than a dozen top-tier sects represent Juntian, they still have to do what they should do. Every time they announce it to all directions, they will leave enough time to wait for fellow Taoists to come and create an atmosphere.

There is nothing else but fairness.

The cultivators who came to the Fuguang Immortal Sect were not in a hurry. They were all the backbone of their respective sects. It was not easy to meet each other in the past, so they just took this opportunity to communicate with each other.

The Fuguang Immortal Sect also provided good service, providing plenty of various spiritual fruits and spiritual dews.

A few days later, from the direction of Fuguang Immortal Sect, a middle-aged monk wearing a green robe, a purple jade crown and a slightly hunched appearance appeared from between the clouds.

With every step he took, wind and thunder would rise up under his feet. The silver light was like a ray, coming from far away and leaving a sea of ​​thunder stretching for thousands of miles in the sky. It was so powerful that it attracted attention from all directions.

The Fuguang Immortal Sect's mountain protection formation, at the moment of being washed by the lightning, broke through into clusters of dazzling colors.

The person who came directly covered the mountain gate of Fuguang Immortal Sect with the sea of ​​thunder under his feet.

"I am Pei Tianlan from Juntian Pavilion, and I have come to get the Fuguang Spiritual Juice!"

The rumbling thunder mixed with shouts reached into the Fuguang Immortal Sect, causing the cultivators inside to be shocked.

The cultivators from all parties waiting inside the Immortal Sect's mountain gate changed color when they heard this.

What the hell? Are they treating them like nothing? Shi Yun'an frowned. How many disciples in the sect are practicing, how many are refining pills? Do you really think you are invincible in Juntian by being so domineering and overbearing? But before he could speak, a figure had already crashed into the hall.

"Juntian Pavilion is so arrogant, take this from me!"

A thick, dark yellow light flew out from the Fuguang Immortal Sect, wrapped in a rotating sledgehammer, and crashed towards the mountain gate.

“Boom!”

As the rotating hammer flew sideways, billowing red flames continued to emerge, and the raging fire swept in all directions.

The sledgehammer grew to a thousand feet in size, and the three rules of earth, fire, and gravity were superimposed together, forming a hammer shadow field.

"Fellow Daoist Wan from Wanxiang Mountain, I have long wanted to learn from you!"

Above the sea of ​​thunder, Pei Tianlan looked at the sledgehammer that was coming at him, his brows calm. He raised his hand nonchalantly and lightly grabbed the spinning sledgehammer.

There was no dazzling fluctuation, and the void seemed to become sticky all of a sudden. The hammer that rushed over was like falling into a quagmire, the flames burst with a crackling sound, and the mysterious light was annihilated inch by inch.

The handle of the rapidly rotating hammer was suddenly grasped by the palm, and the surging colorful lightning quickly enveloped the hammer, and between the electric sparks, the colorful lightning rolled back.

"Fellow Daoist Wan, return your spiritual weapon!"

Wan Yinzong's eyes widened. His own natal spirit hammer was actually taken. There was no doubt that although he attacked first, he was at a disadvantage.

He has fought with Xuan Yao, another Hedao seed from the Hedao Holy Land, in Juntian Pavilion many times, but this is the first time he has met Fellow Daoist Pei, who is famous in Juntian.

Then, the essence and magic power surged out of his body, and his body became a hundred feet in size in the air. Layers of dark yellow light rolled up around his body, and he turned into a vast ocean of gravity.

A big hand reached out and grabbed the returning sledgehammer.

“Boom!”

The moment the sledgehammer returned, the colorful fairy thunder attached to it exploded, tearing apart the gravity field. Arcs of lightning intertwined, and the air rushed into the sky, forming layer upon layer of air waves, raging in all directions.

The lightning fell with crackling sounds, scaring the disciples of the Fuguang Immortal Sect so much that they retreated violently.

Wan Yinzong, who caught the sledgehammer, was pushed back hundreds of miles by the lightning. Just when he was about to crash into a mountain below, he stopped in embarrassment.

"How is that possible!"

At this moment, the expressions of the many cultivators who had reached the Perfect Level of Refinement who were waiting in the Fuguang Immortal Sect changed drastically.

They have all reached the perfect state of refining the void, and one can tell at a glance which one is stronger and which one is weaker in the scene before them.

"Both of them are seeds of the Holy Land!"

…

"Open the mountain!"

Wan Yinzong grabbed the axe again, and his blood surged, his robes broke apart, and veins bulged out on his limbs like swimming dragons.

The surging blood and magic power intertwined into a colorful ocean, which he poured into his arms in one breath, and he raised the giant hammer in his hand again.

Above the void, there was a giant hammer that was as big as three thousand six hundred feet, with mysterious ochre and red patterns flashing all over it, and runes hanging under the hammer.

Snap!

The mountain protection formation guarding the Fuguang Immortal Sect shook violently, and large areas of spiritual restrictions shattered into ruins.

Outside the mountain gate, above the sea of ​​thunder, Pei Tianlan still raised his hand calmly.

Rolling lightning emerged from his palm, and the five-colored fairy thunder turned into yin and yang thunder. Countless black and white arcs surged out from his body and turned into two black and white thunder dragons, circling around each other and rushing towards the giant hammer.

“Boom!”

The falling giant hammer was surrounded by two thunder dragons, one above and one below, and then pierced by countless electric arcs, and it shattered and dissipated into magic power and essence in the air.

"drop!"

After breaking the sledgehammer with one blow, Pei Tianlan spoke.

As soon as these words came out, five colors gathered above Wan Yinzong's head, yin and yang intertwined, purple lightning and silver light illuminated for thousands of miles, and transformed into a colorful thunder dragon, pouring down with an endless sea of ​​thunder.

In the blink of an eye, the protective gravity field surrounding Wan Yinzong was swept away by the sea of ​​thunder.

"Friend Pei, stop it!"

In the Fuguang Hall, Shi Yunan rushed out quickly. After seeing the scene of the lightning explosion clearly, he subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

The Fuguang Immortal Sect did not want to interfere in the fight, and if a Hedao Seed from the Hedao Holy Land died in their own sect, it would become a mess.

…

“Boom!”

Under the cover of the thunder dragon, roars were heard, and Wan Yinzong's blood and energy exploded to disperse the lightning, but the severe pain and burning smell on the surface of his body could not be concealed.

“I lost!”

Just as some cultivators present had said before, they were all Hedao seeds from the Hedao Holy Land, but now, after three moves, the methods revealed by Pei Tianlan from Juntian Pavilion were indeed much better than his.

If the other party wanted to kill him, he was afraid that he would not be able to avoid it.

Inside the mountain gate of Fuguang Immortal Sect, apart from the thunderous sound of electric arcs that had not yet completely dissipated, all the cultivators present were stunned.

Everyone present has reached the pinnacle of refining the void. The eldest senior brother of Wanxiang Mountain has also reached the pinnacle of refining the void, and is recognized by all the cultivators present as the top level of refining the void.

However, he did not expect that he would be defeated miserably by the Hedao Seed of Juntian Pavilion in just three moves.

Could it be that even among the same holy places of Hedao there are differences in level?

Pei Tianlan seemed to be understating it just now, as if he had not yet exerted his full strength.

This is a bit unbelievable. How can Pei Tianlan, who has only joined Juntian Pavilion for a short time, be stronger than Xuan Yao, who was cultivated by Juntian Pavilion with all his efforts? This is a bit unreasonable.

"He is still in the late stage of refining emptiness!"

The old soul-seeking demon in the Soul Summoning Cave felt a surge in his throat, and he swallowed hard, shrinking his head.

As soon as the Soul-Seeking Demon spoke, the people present suddenly reacted.

If he could further cultivate to the perfection of refining emptiness, wouldn't he be able to take a few moves under the hands of the Hedao Patriarch? ...

Pei Tianlan controlled the sea of ​​thunder and walked step by step into the Fuguang Immortal Sect.

"Fellow Daoist Wan, I appreciate your concession."

"Wan admits defeat with all his heart. I am not as good as you."

Wan Yinzong's blood was surging in his body as he repaired the marks left by the lightning burns, his eyes staring deeply at Pei Tianlan.

As expected of a cultivator from Juntian Pavilion, his foundation is so strong that it is shocking.

In the past, he only competed with Xuan Yao, but now it seems that his and Xuan Yao's strength is probably not as good as the cultivator in front of him.

"I have heard of Pei Daoyou's name for a long time, and I am amazed to see you today."

"Fellow Daoist Pei ascended to heaven, and is a role model for our generation of cultivators."

"It is a great honor to meet you today, Mr. Pei."

The monks present began to compliment him one by one.

Above the sea of ​​thunder, Pei Tianlan glanced at the cultivators present, with a hint of disappointment between his brows.

Those before him should be the strongest in the Juntian Realm, which was quite different from what he had imagined.

Then, his eyes fell on Shi Yun'an, and he said straight to the point, "I, Pei Tianlan, want the Fuguang Spiritual Juice this time."

When these words were spoken, the monks present felt a jolt in their hearts.

Although they knew they would return empty-handed when Pei Tianlan appeared, everyone was still reluctant to accept the fact that this man named Pei was so strong.

In the past, cultivators would fight many times to compete for the Fuguang Spiritual Liquid. Some stronger cultivators, if unlucky and injured, would miss out on the spiritual liquid.

"Who objects?"

Seeing that no one responded, Pei Tianlan's tone became cold.

As the words fell, the five-colored fairy thunder under his feet surged again, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a vast sea of ​​thunder.

The boundless and immense aura spread in all directions, and some ordinary Void Refining Perfection cultivators simply shrank their bodies and began to tremble.

"Brother Lin, why are you shaking?"

"Who... who is shaking, I... I am not shaking."

…

The sea of ​​thunder surged, and Pei Tianlan stood among the electric arcs, with a huge yin-yang flag floating around him.

"Opposition, come up and fight!"

The brilliant roar of thunder and silver rang in their ears, shocking all the monks present.

There are cultivators who want to see Shi Yun'an. This person is so ostentatious and presumptuous in your Fuguang Immortal Sect. Don't you care?

But when he looked up, Shi Yunan, who was here just now, was gone.

Damn old thief, he escaped so quickly.

"War but not fighting, retreat but not retreating, what's the meaning?"

…

"Let's go together. No matter how strong he is, he is only one person!"

"I'm withdrawing. I came here to gain new knowledge."

Soon, one figure after another retreated quickly, and those who remained on the scene were all cultivators from top-tier forces, with combat power in the range of six thousand.

"Let's go together!"

A faint voice sounded in the sea of ​​thunder.

“Arrogant!”

There was an old ancestor roaring. Everyone present was a well-known person. They called themselves the ancestor of the sect and came all the way to the Fuguang Immortal Sect from billions of miles away. They could not bear such a great humiliation.

"Thunder gathers!"

In an instant, in the rolling five-colored sea of ​​thunder, colorful thunder dragons swam across the sky, cutting through the sky and falling towards the monks who were still standing there.

Before the thunder dragon fell, more than a dozen figures flew out in a panic, each of them trembling violently and filled with panic.

They couldn't bear just the edge of the sea of ​​thunder.

Boom! The next moment, the sword light, the knife light, the sea of ​​fire, the glacier, the strong wind, the huge rock, and the falling thunder dragon's sea of ​​electricity collided together.

Instantly, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, balls of fire exploded one after another, forming strong winds that rushed straight into the sky.

These energies were unable to get close to the center of the sea of ​​thunder and were shattered into nothingness.

“Puff, puff, puff!”

In the chaos, figures kept flying out with arcs of electricity coming out of their bodies, and then fell awkwardly in the air.

"The strike has already been made. I hope fellow Taoists will not make any more mistakes. If anyone draws the sword again, I guarantee that they will not even be able to enter the reincarnation cycle."

In the sea of ​​thunder, Pei Tianlan had colorful thunder above his head, electric light lingering around him, and his eyes were as bright as lightning, piercing through all directions.

These people are okay. If they are all killed and turned into puppets, they can be added to the formation in the Hunyuan Jade Disc. Unfortunately, it is better not to do this in front of everyone.

"I'm leaving now."

"I quit!"

The monks who were blasted out one by one in a mess had bitter smiles on their faces.

What's the point of arguing? A group of people were directly knocked down by a sea of ​​thunder.

The seeds of the Holy Land were so terrifying! One person alone suppressed more than 30 fellow Daoists in the field.

With such a fighting force, could it be that he could reach the sky? Of course, no one fought desperately, but the scene in front of them was shocking enough.

Even the ancestors of Juntian Pavilion did not have such fame when they were refining the void.

Perhaps only the true teachings of the great holy land in the Haotian Realm have such a great reputation.

Seeing someone speak, the monks who were originally hesitant also spoke up.

"It seems that you have already decided the winner."

At this time, Shi Yun'an's voice was heard in the main hall of Fuguang Immortal Sect. In a flash of light, Shi Yun'an, who had retreated behind everyone before, appeared in front of everyone.

"This time, the Fuguang Spiritual Juice will be handed over to Fellow Daoist Pei from Juntian Pavilion."

For a moment, the cultivators in the field had different expressions, but no one jumped out to object.

After the victory or defeat, Shi Yun'an's face regained its smile. Although he still had to hand over the spiritual juice to Pei Tianlan, the reputation of the Fuguang Immortal Sect was preserved.

"Elder Shi, where is the spiritual juice?"

However, Pei Tianlan's voice froze Shi Yun'an's smile, and he cursed in his heart, "You little beast, wait a minute and you'll die."

"Fellow Daoist Pei, the spiritual juice is in the tree ancestor cave of my sect. I will personally take you there to get it later."

"My fellow Taoists are all very busy with the affairs of the sect, so I think we should not delay any longer."

Pei Tianlan swept his eyes across the many cultivators present; his gaze was indifferent, but all the cultivators he saw, especially those from the Demon Sect and the evil sects, were suddenly startled.

Why does it feel like there is something malicious in Brother Pei's eyes?

They haven't offended Pei Tianlan.

"Oh, since Elder Shi and your clan have something to do, I will not stay any longer. Goodbye, fellow Taoists, see you later."

"Elder Shi, goodbye."

一道道身影连大殿也不进了，抱拳一礼后纷纷朝外遁去。

裴天澜看着离去的修士眸光略显游离，可惜了，这么多道友，都是傀儡和分身的好材料。

“快走，快走，我观这姓裴的不像好人。”

“同走同走，那眸光总感觉有点事情，咱们魔修得罪他啦？”

看着刚刚还热热闹闹的场景，一下子曲终人散，施云安不由得愣了一下，如此虎头蛇尾的场景，还是这么多年来第一次。

“施长老，你说何必麻烦这么一遭，早给我不就得了。”

眼看诸修散去，裴天澜看着施云安轻笑。

施云安动了动嘴角，“规矩不能破，跟老夫来。”

语罢，施云安朝着扶光仙宗深处飞去，他真的没想到裴天澜的战力如此恐怖。

看着施云安的背影，裴天澜嘴角一斜，迈步跟了上去。

经过刚刚独对三十余位炼虚，对于顶级炼虚修士的战力层次，他心中自有了更加清晰的划分。

三千战力范畴的，这种就是一个小规则三转的，就像是当年的黄有道。

六千战力范畴的，至少一种大规则三转，如护道者武仲广。

一万战力范畴的，如灵木仙宫的尹一瀚，宫静芝，万相山的万胤宗，包括眼前的施大长老。

这等战力层次的修士，刚刚的三十余位炼虚中，应该也有两三位。

其实这个描述也不算准确，在六千和一万战力之间，还有七千、八千、九千战力的，因参悟规则数量层次，功法、血脉、体质等等不同，战力也不一而论。

武仲广这个被他划入六千的，未必会比在场的划入战力九千的弱，当初眼界差一些，给武仲广的实力估量低了。

可对于如今的沈炼来讲，无论九千，还是战力三千，都没啥区别，懒得去改了，一群菜鸡你们自己玩吧。

毕竟斗法这种事情，生死之间还有运气成分，逆境翻盘也是常有的事情。

现在的他，只看一万战力范畴及以上的。

一万以上还有‘超万’战力层次，之前服用过悬命秘丹的弥虚子，短暂达到过的范畴，可以初步和小规则合道打一打。

当然，现在的弥虚子不用悬命秘丹，也迈入了‘超万’这个层次。

至于本尊也处在‘超万’战力层次中，虽说同在一个层次，但真要打起来，本尊还是要比弥虚子更强一筹的。

这些划分层次，属于沈炼自己心中的判断，在仙灵界可没有这样的划分。

理论上，只要迈入三千战力，就有可能渡过合道天劫，一旦成为合道道尊，精气神将获得全面洗礼，三千战力自然就能拔到‘超万’层次。

至于‘超万’以上的战力更细致划分，沈炼还没有划分出来，主要是碰到对应战力的合道老祖太少，只能暂时笼统的概括一下，让自己心中有数。

……

随在施云安的身后，裴天澜一路来到了一株参天巨树之下，此树虬曲如苍龙，干瘪的树皮厚厚的如柴山，散发着浓郁的生机之力。

鼻子轻轻嗅了嗅，眼前顿时一亮。

“道友，我宗镇宗宝树不外借别宗修士参悟生之规则。”

施云安头都没有回转，幽幽的声音就响了起来。

“道友自己去取灵浆吧，能不能取到就看道友造化了。”

如山一旁巍峨绵延的巨树下方，施云安指了指拱起来深邃如幽门的树洞。

“道友应该知道，此灵树和灵木仙宫有渊源吧，所以能不能获得灵浆，就看道友舍不舍得灵物了，道友之前答应的灵晶可以拿出来了。”

说完，施云安露出一抹快意。

“道友，贵宗还时时祭拜灵树？”

裴天澜打量四周的时候，看到了一座树外祭台，上面的灵果、灵兽还都新鲜的很，明显是刚刚祭拜不久。

“灵树护住了我宗道统不灭，自然要时时祭拜。”

施云安双眸挑了挑，话音一转，“裴道友，灵树内自衍世界，道友请吧。”

裴天澜点了点头，化为流光冲入了树洞。

看着裴天澜消失，刚刚还很淡然的施云安，快速的跑到了祭台外。

身上灵光一闪，一道五颜六色还嵌着羽毛的花袍披着了肩头，双手朝上，在祭台外跳了起来。

“树祖有灵，树祖有灵，此人大有来头，身上有大把的宝物，树祖不要客气，多多索取多多索取。”

“树祖你听到了吗？此人不差灵晶……”

“咯咯！”

银铃般的笑声从树杈某处响起，一道身穿青衣的少女跳了下来，灵动的大眼睛眨呀眨，笑的前仰后合。

“大长老，我道你让人准备祭品做什么，原来是要坑人呀，树祖呀树祖你听到没？”

“慕荷。”

看到突然有人蹦出来，施云安老脸一红，将身上的鸟衣收了起来。

堂堂宗门大长老如此行事被小辈抓到，他的老脸有些挂不住。

“你是不当家不知道宗门境遇，树祖若是多从裴道友身上获取几块灵晶，咱们不就能少供养一些灵物，节省下来的灵物给你修炼不好吗?”

少女明眸皓齿，贝齿如玉，歪着头打量着刚刚裴天澜进去的地方。

“大长老，你说此人叫裴天澜？”

“不错，慕荷你快回去修炼吧，不然出来让此人盯上就麻烦了，防人之心不可无。”

慕荷眸中闪过一抹狡黠，不过回头面对施云安的时候，这一抹灵动收敛一空。

看着少女不以为意，施云安正色道，“老夫可是为你好，你现在的境界还太低，冒然被人抓去当道侣，万一不怀好心可就麻烦了。”

“咯咯，裴天澜……”

“你笑什么？”

慕荷轻哼一声，“没什么，大长老你说的对，外面的坏人太多了，我去修炼了。”

看到少女离开，施云安松了口气，他倒不是老顽固，不让门中弟子结道侣，而是慕荷的境界太低了，目前还在化神巅峰而已。

其身上的造化很强，万一缔结的道侣有什么坏心思，境界差距太大极有可能惨遭厄运。

……

三天后。

树洞的位置涌出了浓郁的生机，裴天澜脸色有些不好看的从树洞中走出。

看到裴天澜的脸色后，施云安脸上略显忐忑的心却一下子快乐起来。

看样子成了。

“裴道友，灵浆取到了。”

“施长老，你家这棵树太狠了，要了我四千多块灵晶，把我在宗门获得的赏赐全都吃光了。”

闻声，施云安心中狂喜，以往的时候，树祖也就吞两千块左右灵晶的灵物，甚至有一年只吃了一千块灵晶的灵物。

不枉他不顾身体又跳又唱的。

……

巨树内部。

生机雾气如汪洋，五颜六色灵气中心位置，是一座五彩树轮形成的树桩。

此刻，树桩上并排有两个小脚丫摇晃。

“干得不错，你一块我一块，我一块你一块。”

慕荷晃动着脚丫坐在树桩边缘，将面前堆积的灵晶分开。

只不过，分的时候有一点点不一样，分向她自己的时候是两块，落入树桩中心凹陷区域内的灵晶是一块。

“你一块。”

“我一块。”

很快四千五百块灵晶，被‘平均’分成了一千五百块和三千块。

三千块的部分被慕荷一下子收入了怀中。

“小树你不亏，你这次坑了他这么一大笔，以他的小心眼指定给你记仇了。”

“我不是分你的灵晶，我是拿你的灵晶来保护你，你信不信，下次他再来有可能连你的树根都刨了，灰都得给你扬了。”

“到时候还需要我出手保你。”

“放心吧，我收灵晶办事，你只要跟我混，保你平安。”

“我跟你说，这人的心眼就这么一点点，你现在说不定已经在他小本本上了。”

说着，慕荷将两根手指起，比划在了眼前，忽然间又想到了什么，‘扑哧’一声笑了起来来。

……

“大黑，给我记上。”

扶光仙宗外，一艘飞舟划过长空。

盘坐在灵舟上的‘裴天澜’有些不高兴，太黑了，一滴扶光灵浆竟然要了他四千五百块灵晶。

对于扶光灵浆的获取他早就知道，历来也就是两千多块灵晶就能换回来。

到了他这里，一下子价格翻倍了。

他像狗大户吗？

这事说起来很扯淡，扔到两千块灵晶的时候，就陷入到了进退不得的境地，不再投入的话前面两千块就白扔了。

就这样，一下子被套牢，前后扔进去四千五百块灵晶，才换来了一滴扶光灵浆。

恨恨的回头看了一眼扶光灵宗，“待我回来，都是我的。”

飞舟一路穿过云山雾海，掀起一片空间涟漪后消失不见。

等到再次出现，飞舟已经进入了一座宽大的洞府中，洞府内，一位同样身穿青袍，带着紫色玉冠的‘裴天澜’盘坐。

从飞舟上跳下来的‘裴天澜’，身形和面容浮动起来，化为了沈炼的模样，随手间将一面日月旗抛了出去。

“老弥啊，我帮你扬名了，自此钧天境上下你的名号将响彻四方。”

Shen Lian went up and patted Pei Tianlan on the shoulder. He had gone to Fuguang Immortal Sect in his real body before, and of course he used the name of Pei Tianlan.

"No wonder so many monks like to become famous. It feels so good when they beat others to a pulp!"

"I didn't even use much strength, and these people fell down. I really enjoyed the process of beating up my little Taoist friend."

"The strength has been demonstrated, the reputation has spread, so we must be careful next time."

"Let's go. Now that we have the Fuguang Spiritual Fluid and various spiritual objects, it's time to prepare to overcome the Small Rules and Dao Tribulation."

Under the cover of night, a streak of light flew out of the territory of the Fuguang Immortal Sect and disappeared into the vast sky and earth.

…

The sea of ​​fog rolled, the spiritual barriers were like stars, and the brilliant rays of light were looming in all directions.

The huge spiritual ban seems endless at a glance, with no end and no beginning in sight.

Among the clouds and mist, Shen Lian looked out at the forbidden sea of ​​clouds.

This is a place with weak spiritual restrictions on the way to Zhongjuntian Realm.

After breaking through the small realm three times in succession, causing strange phenomena in heaven and earth, he didn't dare to show off anymore. This time, he arranged for the place where the Saint Demon would cross the heavenly tribulation of the Hedao Realm to be located.

During the years he was in seclusion, Mi Xuzi collected enough elixirs to advance to the perfect state of refining the void. After the Saint Demon had passed the tribulation, Shen Lian also planned to find a place in Xia Juntian to advance to the great perfection of refining the void.

Lower Juntian is the most filthy place among the Three Heavens and Nine Realms. There are still living creatures in the Middle Juntian, but large areas of Lower Juntian have become a wasteland.

This time he chose such a remote and abandoned place, as he didn't believe he would run into any blind guy again.

In the sea of ​​clouds, Shen Lian took advantage of the moment when the spiritual barrier dimmed and rushed over with a whoosh. By the time the spiritual barrier lit up again, there was no movement in the clouds.

When walking from Upper Juntian to Lower Juntian Realm, you can just dive straight down. Walking through the Sea of ​​Nothingness will be faster, but you may encounter space instability.

Shen Lian had good luck. Relying on his control over the rules of space, he had a smooth journey.

A few years later.

In a sea of ​​fog filled with turbid air, mountain peaks can be seen emerging from afar, and between the mountains and fields there are patches of sticky black water, as still as dead water.

This is not the Lower Juntian Realm, but the lower area of ​​the Middle Juntian Realm.

Many places in the fairy world are areas with mountains from top to bottom, and Zhongjuntian is naturally the same.

The thick and foul air has overflowed through the seal of the star sea, flooding many areas in the lower part of Zhongjuntian.

The spiritual energy in the turbid air is dry and there are not many living creatures, creating a scene of withering.

Ninety percent of the turbid air between heaven and earth is trapped here, ensuring the cultivation environment for the monks in the Haotian and Cangtian realms.

In some places among the mountains and fields, there are still ruins of cities, mountain gates, etc. It seems that a long time has passed and these ruins have been weathered, and they will turn into powder with the slightest disturbance.

Along the way, apart from occasionally encountering some strange creatures in the turbid air, there were only a few waves of normal immortal cultivators, and the strongest one was only at the God Transformation level.

Shen Lian didn't even bother searching in the turbid air before he came across a spiritual forbidden loophole leading to Xia Juntian.

In truth, the spiritual restrictions between the lower and middle Juntian have become like a tattered fishing net, full of holes. Otherwise, the turbid air would not have surged upwards and poured into the middle Juntian.

Shen Lian had also done some research on the Lower Juntian Turbid Air Realm before coming here.

Xia Juntian is actually not the lowest level of the fairy world. There is an area with even more dense turbid air below Xia Juntian.

Rumor has it that the turbid air inside is so thick that it has condensed into blocks.

In addition, there are some places with abundant spiritual energy in the turbid air world. There is also a rumor in Juntian Realm that a cultivator accidentally got caught in a space rift in the Void Star Sea, fell into the turbid air sea, and then encountered a fairyland with shining spiritual light.

There is a reason for this situation. The establishment of the ban on the Three Realms and Nine Heavens Star Sea prevents the fresh air from above from coming down and the turbid air from below from going up, which has affected the operation of heaven and earth to a certain extent.

There are many places with abundant spiritual energy scattered in the fairy world. In the past, these places could wander between heaven and earth with the collision of clear and turbid air.

Now because of the ban, it can only fall into the turbid sea.

However, Shen Lian didn't care about the chance of falling. It was none of his business whether he fell or not. He knew his own luck. He had to cover himself with the quilt when he cried, for fear that others would hear and laugh at him.

The turbid air in the Lower Juntian Realm is really thick, so thick that if you stand still, you will turn into a clay sculpture in a moment.

"That's it."

Shen Lian slowly landed on a piece of land covered with thick dust. There was no need to look around. He walked around the area and found no one was breathing.

The demonic energy on his body flashed, and the Holy Demon jumped out.

"Make a good breakthrough. I'll be waiting for you billions of miles away."

After all, he was his own clone. Thinking of the supreme will of the fairy world, Shen Lian couldn't help but express a few words of concern.

"Fellow Daoist Saint Demon, if any disaster occurs, please do not give me up. Remember, if you confess, you will be treated leniently. If you are struck by the thunder, you will be punished severely. I will celebrate the New Year."

"You are fine, I will protect you."

After giving the earnest instructions, Shen Lian looked back every few steps at the holy demon clone sitting cross-legged in the turbid air, then turned his head and quickly fled into the distance.

If someone else was going through a tribulation, he would at most avoid them by tens of millions of miles out of respect for the order of the immortals. But this was his own clone after all, and he would avoid them by hundreds of millions of miles out of respect.

If anything happens, you will have time to prepare.

There was no longer the light of the sun and the moon in the turbid air. After ten years had passed in the hourglass in his hand, a loud thunder sounded between heaven and earth.

"ah……"

The monk in green robe and purple cap, who was hiding deep in the turbid air and dust, suddenly started to run away.

"Don't chop, don't chop, I was wrong, I was wrong, I will change..."

In the diffused turbid air, a ray of silver light crossed tens of thousands of miles like a meteor, then suddenly stopped. After looking up and down, he subconsciously shrank his neck and slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.

"I was scared to death."

"I thought I was going to... What am I afraid of? It's not like I'm going to be criticized."

After touching his head and tidying up his robe, Shen Lian turned around and returned calmly. As a top-level cultivator with a combat power of 'over ten thousand', what did he have to be afraid of? He just passed through Hongyanfang without getting hurt by a single leaf, let alone a thunderbolt.

"Fellow Daoist Saint Demon, you must hold on. The heavenly tribulation is not to be feared. I would rather die than let it go."

(End of this chapter)