Chapter 537 Recruitment
"What elder, there is no one you are looking for here. This is the place where the sects are fighting. Anyone who doesn't care should leave quickly." Xu Zhao said bluffingly.
The Houtu Sect Jindan, who was also thrown away by the self-explosion of the Jindan, had a face as golden as paper. He endured the severe pain in his internal organs and the dizziness caused by the displacement of the Yinshen, and used his spiritual eyes to look directly at the barefoot white-robed monk.
Just one glance immediately shocked him.
He quickly buried his head, cupped his hands and said, "I don't know how disrespectful I am, senior."
Xu Zhao also seemed to have recovered, took half a step back and quickly apologized: "Senior, please forgive me."
The barefoot and white-robed monk looked sideways and slowly raised his palm. The pressure fluctuations solidified the entire battlefield like a disaster in the world.
All the monks, whether they were fighting or on the verge of life and death, stopped moving under this inexplicable rhythm.
"What is that?" The foundation-building monks who were fighting against each other felt that they could not use their magic power and spiritual consciousness, and even their pupils seemed to be widening and shrinking as if they could not follow their own thoughts.
At this time, they finally realized what kind of cultivation the barefoot monk who stepped into the battlefield in front of them had. He was the top monk in Xingluo Sea, and he was the Nascent Soul Lord that they could never see.
The ancestors of his Golden Pill were kneeling respectfully on the clouds without even daring to look up.
The original sect war also collapsed in an instant.
The head of the Huo Lie Sect's general affairs looked at the sky blankly, the tears in the corners of his eyes not yet wiped away. The accident of his ancestor's death made him, a disciple, deeply saddened, and he was even more saddened by the fact that the Fire Sect was about to be destroyed.
Now that the unknown Yuanying monk appeared on the battlefield, it gave him hope, but on second thought he felt something was wrong. It was impossible for the Tianpeng Sect to let the Yuanying ancestor come to help them.
The Nascent Soul Lord must have had an extraordinary purpose, and it might be a greater disaster than the annihilation of the sect.
The barefoot white-robed monks paid no attention to these monks with different thoughts, and they had no time to deal with the battlefield in front of them.
Shi Shiran walked up to the black sun, raised his hands and said, "Headmaster of Taiyi Sect, True Lord Taiyi, come to greet me, the Supreme Elder of Taiyi Sect."
Tushanjun inside the banner no longer knew what kind of expression he had on his face. He stared at Taiyi Zhenjun without any response, because he had no magic power to support him. This spiritual treasure was no different from a dead thing.
The Yin Shen of Fire Sect Zhou Wensong finally entered the banner.
In fact, when he picked up the Zunhun Banner and injected his magic power, it meant that he had stored the Yin God here, but Tu Shanjun did not tell him clearly at the time.
I just didn't expect that this kid Zhou Wensong would rather blow himself up than ask for help.
There are advantages to entering the banner. At least Zhou Wensong's true spirit and Yin Shen were preserved and were not annihilated in the self-destruction.
After speaking, True Lord Taiyi stretched out his hand to hold the Zunhun Banner.
Mana poured into the soul flag, and the side of the soul flag slowly unfolded. At the same time, Tu Shanjun's body quickly condensed. The moment Taiyi Zhenjun obtained the soul flag, the original crack that could not be healed was healed. Disappear.
Zhenjun's magic covers the cloud head, and Tushanjun uses the magic to walk out of the soul flag. While moving his body, he senses whether he has any symptoms and whether the soul flag can be completely repaired.
The abundant mana made him extremely happy.
The most regrettable thing in the world is that you obviously have strength but can't fully use it. At least then you can try your best, instead of having the ability but being helpless.
Taiyi Zhenjun threw the Zunhun Banner back, Tushanjun reached out to catch it, turned it into a three-foot-long banner and put it into his sleeve robe.
He cupped his hands and said, "Please help me, fellow Taoist Taiyi, please."
Taiyi Zhenjun smiled and nodded.
In the middle stage of Nascent Soul, he forced the disciples of the major sects of the Eastern Wilderness Realm to retreat. He was still a master of formations and a master of alchemy. How could he abandon Lord Tushan and ignore him? This was one of the cornerstones of the sect.
Besides, these were all agreed upon back then.
"How did you find me?"
"Of course I don't have the ability to deduce calculations like this, but he knows where you are."
As he spoke, True Lord Taiyi turned over his hand and took out a rope, which was tied to a black coal ball. He was about to grin when he saw Lord Tushan. He kowtowed pitifully and said, "Sir, spare my life, please spare my life."
Taiyi Zhenjun said with a smile: "This thing can really run away. I caught him several times before I caught him. If he didn't have splitting headaches from time to time and just ran for his life, I wouldn't have been able to catch him."
"The less it dared to go anywhere, the more I rushed there, and that's when I found fellow Taoists."
Tu Shanjun curled his lips. He often recited the spell to retrieve the treasure. Of course, it was the devil who suffered. His palms turned into claws to take the demon head over, and the rope binding the demon head was untied when Tu Shanjun took action.
"I called you to come, why don't you come?"
"Sir, spare your life, I really can't do anything about it." The devil just kept kowtowing and begging for mercy, without justifying his actions at all. In fact, he understood everything. He was going to die if he came, but if he didn't come, he could at least save his life.
"I asked you why you didn't come. It turns out that you have generated your own magic power. Are you afraid that I will take over your body?" Tu Shanjun snorted coldly and said lightly, then pushed the demon into his sleeve and said, "I'll deal with you later."
Seeing Tu Shanjun take back the demon head at the peak of the golden elixir, Taiyi Zhenjun had no objection. After all, both the collar around the demon head's neck and the demon head itself were Tu Shanjun's things, and he just returned them in full.
After dealing with the demon, Tu Shanjun looked at the four sects on the battlefield and asked, "What should they do?"
"What do fellow Taoists mean?"
Tu Shanjun said: "Since establishing a sect requires a backbone of basic strength, maybe we can pick some and take them away. We can't support it alone."
There are many things required to establish a sect, not only to reclaim wasteland, but also to build a sect, and then to stabilize the mortal city and clean up the surrounding wild beasts.
Do these things have to be done personally by the two Nascent Soul Lords?
The Supreme Elder personally cut down trees and stones to build the sect, which makes people laugh out loud when told about it.
Tu Shanjun is not afraid of being laughed at. Some chores can be done by the red scarf warrior, and his magical power of spreading beans into soldiers is also quite good.
However, many times it requires flexibility. How can a dead thing like Red Turban Rikishi be accomplished?
Then there is the consumption of mana.
No matter how big the business is, there is no extra mana to support it.
"This is indeed a problem, but they all have sect inheritance, so I'm afraid they won't agree to leave with us." Zhenjun Taiyi pondered slightly.
Speaking of which, he still wanted to recruit good family members with a clean family background. Since these people had joined the sect and then left the sect to follow them, it would always make people feel less reliable.
Tu Shanjun saw Taiyi Zhenjun's hesitation and said calmly: "Don't worry about loyalty. After all, these are just outer disciples. What really needs to be considered are the inner disciples and true disciples."
"Moreover, I believe that as long as we treat others sincerely, we will receive sincere responses from others."
The devil who was thrown into the sleeve robe couldn't help but smile crookedly.
Huahua said, in fact, the old devil is the best at deceiving people, and he looks more like a devil than this purebred devil.
The old devil doesn't care at all whether they are loyal or disloyal. He only cares about whether they are useful. If they are valuable, keep them. If they are not, they should be appeased to avoid any resentment.
He quickly covered his mouth. He almost got carried away just now. It should be noted that it is not dead yet. It is only because it is still useful that the old devil has some patience with it.
Upon hearing this, Zhenjun Taiyi realized that this was true, so he looked at the monks on the battlefield and said, "This grass-roots sect is in need of people with lofty ideals. Anyone who is interested can sign up."
"Because the sect was founded, no one will be refused, and all monks can enter the sect."
"I have all the magic secrets, talismans, elixirs, and magical powers."
"If you are qualified, you can also become my disciple."
"My Lord Taiyi!"
The voice of the great monk Yuanying resounded throughout the Fire Mountain, and could be heard clearly from ten miles away. The fighting parties had long since lost the intention to continue the fight.
Damn it, the True Lord Nascent Soul has already appeared, who dares to act rashly?
I'm afraid I don't know how to write the word "death".
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The foundation-building monk in the city at the foot of the mountain opened his eyes wide and muttered, "True Lord? Great Monk of Nascent Soul."
"Ancestor, the true king wants to accept a disciple."
The eyes of the monk next to him, who is the youngest in the family and has reached the eighth level of Qi training, are gleaming with excitement, and he can't help but jump with excitement. If he is chosen by the True Lord and accepted as his disciple, it will no longer be said that he is well-developed, but that he will be 'ascended'.
When one person attains enlightenment, chickens and dogs ascend to heaven.
The entire family can turn over and become the biggest vassal in an instant, and it is guaranteed that the golden elixir ancestor will be born in the family.
Fangshi.
Those casual cultivators were breathing heavily, staring at the top of the flaming mountain with red eyes. Unless they established a foundation and became guest ministers in this life, they would have to rely on themselves in this life. Now that the true king is going to found a sect, as long as they are monks Don't refuse anyone who comes.
"Hahaha, what an opportunity, what a great opportunity!" The old man with white hair and beard laughed loudly as he ran on the street.
His cultivation level is not high, he is only at the sixth level of Qi training, and he is so old. It is impossible for him to achieve anything in this life. He was thinking about whether to take a few mortal concubines and have children, but he did not expect that he would encounter this problem. To great opportunity.
The sect is a grass-roots sect, it is still the sect of the ancestor of Yuanying. With two years of salary, he can become a monk in the late stage of Qi training, and even have the opportunity to build a foundation. By then, he can live to be two hundred years old.
Whether it is becoming a deacon of a sect or marrying a wife and having children to build a family, it is not a problem. The most important thing is that he will have the ancestor of Nascent Soul as his backer, so he will not be bullied in the future.
He didn't want to hang around in this quagmire for the rest of his life, trembling with fear every time he saw a sect disciple.
The long streets of Fangshi have long been dyed red.
The male cultivator carefully picked up the storage talisman, while the female cultivator next to him stared at the malicious glances around him. His magic power was activated, and his robe also had two slits. It looked like he had gone through something. Fight.
The sturdy male cultivator said with firm eyes: "Madam, let's join the sect. Living like this is not a way of life for people. If you want to live like yourself, you have to change your way of life."
The female cultivator who originally had a stern look turned around and became gentle: "Okay!"
She has long had objections to this kind of life, but she can only get more resources by adding more blood.
Whenever she saw a man going out, she felt that he was going to die, so she followed him every time. If she was going to die, at least they could die together.