The head of Tianxia Sect, Venerable Jianheng, just by knowing his name you can tell that he is also a founder-level figure.
There has always been an unwritten rule in the cultivation world that the titles of king and venerable are basically all incarnations. And except for sects with a long history such as Tianjian Sect and Shangqing Palace, there is usually only one incarnation in a sect, that is, the founder.
Most of their descendants ended up in poverty, and quite a few disappeared in the long river of history.
The Tianxia Sect did not exist in the Xiandao era.
"My name is Yu Fu, and you can just call me He Kun."
He Kun bowed and said, "If people give me some face, I will give them some face."
The principle of reciprocity is applicable wherever it is placed.
The demon god knew that I was escorting an expedition team from the Arctic Circle, but he still watched me covetously. His intention was naturally to test me.
No one is stupid, it’s just that some people overestimate their own abilities.
So since then, other people have avoided He Kun in fights, and no one has provoked him again except for some inevitable aftermath. The Jian Heng Master also spoke politely, explaining what it means to fear power rather than virtue.
"Daoyou, what is the matter?"
"I am here on behalf of a senior and would like to reach a consensus with the Sword Sect."
"consensus?"
He Kun narrowed his eyes slightly, his face expressionless, and all kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind.
Now the Holy Kings near the Arctic Circle have reached an agreement, but Junior Sister did not communicate with them.
"It seems that the Saint Kings have already discussed it. I wonder what opinions they have on our Sword Sect?"
"I dare not say what you think, but the name of the Sword Immortal is still feared throughout the world." Venerable Jian Heng complimented. It was modesty, but also the truth.
Those beings above the Saint King generally won't take action, and there is hardly anything in this world that can cause them to fight for it. In the end, the strongest people active in the world are basically Saint Kings.
The Sword Immortal is no longer the strongest, but he is definitely not the weakest.
With the Heavenly Sword in hand, killing a god is as easy as chopping vegetables. The Fighting Saint King is probably not much different, as can be seen from the attitudes of those predecessors.
"A Saint King will not enter the North Pole. He will not take any spiritual medicine, but only one piece of the innate precious medicine. Is this okay?"
really.
He Kun understood clearly, he had expected this consensus.
The gods who were beaten to a bloody pulp were not fools, and neither were the saint kings blocking the way outside. Smart people tend to have very good tacit understanding with each other.
The Holy King was afraid that the Wuxiang inside would not dare to act rashly, and the transformed gods were afraid that their efforts would be in vain and they would become dormant again. In this way, the two evils were compromised.
The Holy Kings do not kill people, but they collect tolls.
Although there is a little less benefit, it is worth it to think about it from another perspective. If the Saint King joins the game, there is basically no chance of the innate precious medicine turning into a god.
But what does this have to do with the Shenzhou Immortal Way?
Now he is the only one in Shenzhou who has come here, but that doesn't mean he is the only one in Shenzhou. Compared with other forces, any force is insignificant in the face of the entire Shenzhou.
Therefore, the Shenzhou Immortal Dao does not need to reach a consensus with them.
They don't deserve it yet.
The tolls that seem generous to them are actually insignificant when compared to the entire China.
He Kun shook his head and said:
"Fellow Daoist, please go back. Shenzhou has no intention of participating."
Venerable Jianheng's expression froze slightly. He had thought the other party would refuse, but he didn't expect it to be so straightforward.
But he had nothing to say, because the other person had a bigger fist.
At the same time, I am also a messenger, so there is no need to make enemies for no reason.
"Goodbye."
Venerable Jian Heng left.
He Kun looked down and saw that the hole he had just dug was already frozen. He used a little spiritual fire to melt the ice and continued fishing.
Three days later, his work was finished when the last Arctic expedition team left.
Boom!
A loud noise was heard in the distance, and the battle began again.
A huge blade flew from afar and smashed into the ground with a loud bang. The ice surface within a radius of dozens of miles cracked, and the waves were hundreds of meters high.
Then the remaining icy energy above froze all the sea water again, and the splashing water solidified at this moment.
In mid-January, the Arctic Circle completely became a battlefield, and the world's strongest men gathered together.
The area south of the Greater Khingan Range was placed on alert, and some small towns along the Arctic Ocean coast were evacuated.
At the same time, the Shenzhou Immortal Sect did not participate in the fight, but many reincarnations dormant in Shenzhou began to emerge. According to official records, a certain deep mountain forest with abundant spiritual energy originally had 38 reincarnations living in it, and 20 of them left in just a few days.
They are not in the government, nor in the company, and are not members of the regular immortal sects. They are pure civilians.
The government rented some spiritual energy-rich energy holes to them as a way of appeasing them and preventing them from causing trouble.
Now that we have walked most of the way, it is enough to see the magnificence of the Arctic forest.
A small town on the coast of the Arctic Ocean has been transformed into a military stronghold, with a total of 3,000 Qin rapid response monk troops stationed here.
It is also the product of the current transformation of the Chinese military.
There are also methods in the cultivation world that are similar to those in the military, such as puppets, Taoist soldiers, battle formations, etc.
In a red brick house, the wood fire in the fireplace made the room very warm.
Wei Xi sat at his desk, on which were piled dozens of exit applications from immortal sects all over Shenzhou.
People in the immortal sect usually hold public office and work in companies, so they cannot just leave as they please like ordinary reincarnated people.
Tang Ke, an assistant beside him, was puzzled and said, "As a person of the immortal way, you have no worries about food and clothing in Shenzhou. Why do you want to put yourself in danger? In the Arctic Circle nowadays, even if you enter it, you may not come out alive. The noise there every day is like a nuclear bomb."
“People die for money, birds die for food, it has been like this since ancient times.”
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