Chapter 147 The Holy Son Fifty Years Ago

Chapter 147 The Holy Son Fifty Years Ago

Zhang Lingruo glanced at Liu Yuxuan, who still looked angry, turned to look at Zhao Changhe, and said with a smile: "Hanshui Yuanjun was born as a casual cultivator. He was poor when he was young, but he got help from monsters by chance. Therefore, after he became enlightened, , not only takes extraordinary care of casual cultivators, but also protects many monsters from the water system of the Zhujiang River. His 'Hanshui Dojo' is also located in the tributary of the Shaojiang River, where many creatures of all races live and practice all year round."

"These are things that everyone knows, you..." Before Liu Yuxuan could finish his words, he was swept by Zhao Changhe's cold eyes, and he closed his mouth and retreated to the back.

With her red lips slightly parted, Zhang Lingruo continued: "However, Hanshui Yuanjun also has an inner palace called Datong Water Palace, but few people know about it. It means hope, whether it is monsters, ghosts, human beings, monsters, big or small sects Or a family of loose cultivators can all coexist peacefully and the world will be unified."

"How is this possible? How could Lord Yuanjun reach such a profound realm and still have such naive ideas?" Zhao Changhe's expression changed slightly and he spoke in surprise.

"We should not make any assumptions about this lord's thoughts for the time being, but now that it is confirmed that it is this lord Hanshui Yuanjun, then this inheritance hall will not be as simple as imagined." Zhang Lingruo looked at the golden red The huge hall said softly.

Whistling sounds continued to sound in the sky, and many brilliance fell here one after another, and various forces gathered more and more. However, in just two days, disciples from five large sects gathered here, as well as countless casual cultivators and small sects from aristocratic families, totaling thousands of people.

A huge demonic cloud came from afar, covering the sky and the sun. Waves of roaring sounds were heard, and countless eyes looked up.

"Huang Guzong!"

"People from the demon clan!"

There were waves of discussion, but no one dared to show a strange look. Whether it was the five large sects, countless small sects, small aristocratic families, or many casual cultivators, they all showed a hint of respect on their faces. color.

The Wahuang Ancient Sect and the Shangqing Sheng Sect were the two dominant sects in the Shanshan region. They controlled millions of miles of territory and were so majestic that no one dared to show any disrespect.

The demonic cloud fell, and more than ten disciples of the ancient Wahuang Sect with snake tails appeared. The leader was a young man in red, with an extremely handsome face and a cold expression. He glanced at the golden-red hall and did not speak.

"Moyin Sect, Poyue Sword Sect, Linghua Sect, Daji Temple and Jilezhai, several large sects on the edge of Shanshan, you all came together." A white-haired young man behind the boy in red looked at Taking a look at the five large sects that had arrived, he smiled and spoke.

The many disciples of these large sects, no matter how bad they had been with each other before, all stepped forward and saluted together: "I have met senior brother Hongzhao, and I have met senior brother Yan Wuji."

The young man in red did not comment, but kept looking at the hall, wondering what he was thinking.

The white-haired young man Yan Wuji waved his hand gently and said: "Don't be too polite. This place is all people from our Shanshan realm, so there are not so many rules. Yuanjun's inheritance, those who are destined to get it, anyone can enter." "

As a talented disciple of the ancient Emperor Wa Sect, Yan Wuji didn't pay much attention to the Yuanjun inheritance. He just had other important matters with Hong Zhao and others. He heard that the Yuanjun inheritance hall had appeared here, so he stopped by to watch the excitement. .

When the disciples of the five major sects heard this, their expressions changed slightly, but they did not dare to say anything more and just responded in a low voice.

The casual cultivators showed joy on their faces, and their eyes gradually became more intense as they looked at the golden-red hall.

Although this place is the junction of the Shanshan and Heyin boundaries, there are almost no forces from the Heyin boundary. One side of the Heyin boundary is extremely desolate, and almost all the forces gathered here are located within the Shanshan boundary.

There are also many large sects that are farther away, but there are no disciples here at all. They are just the inheritance of the Yuanshen realm, and they don't need to go to war.

Even among the disciples who have come here, most of them only have the purpose of gaining experience. The only ones who really come here to inherit the inheritance of Yuan Jun are probably those casual cultivators and people from small aristocratic families and small sects.

"Wuji, this Datong Water Mansion is the inner palace of Hanshui Yuanjun." Hong Zhao retracted his gaze and spoke softly.

"Oh? Mr. Hanshui Yuan, is that idiot who compares monsters with monsters?" Yan Wuji's words showed no respect for this half-step divine master.

Hanshui Yuanjun is also extremely famous within the ancient Wahuang Sect, but his desire for enlightenment really tarnishes the demon clan of the Ancient Wahuang Sect.

The demon clan was passed down from the bloodline of the supreme power unknown years ago. It is different from the human clan and forms its own clan. Within the realm of Shanshan alone, there are the snake-tailed demon clan of the ancient Wahuang Sect and the six-tailed fox demon clan of the large sect Daji Temple.

Monsters are all non-humanoid creatures, which are transformed into spiritual intelligence after hard training. They have a low status, and there are very few monsters who can cultivate to the depths of the mystic arts. Ordinary monsters often fall into the prey of the two tribes.

The demon clan hates others comparing it with monsters, and Hanshui Yuanjun just hit the tip of the knife. As the overlord of the sect, Emperor Wa's ancient sect rarely did anything to bully the small for the sake of face, but there was once a time when a superior in the state of distraction came with anger and wanted to destroy Han Shui. Yuanjun captured and suppressed him.

Later, it was said that after a discussion between the Master of the Distracting God Realm and Hanshui Yuanjun, he did not take action, but quietly retreated, and issued an order that the disciples of the ancient Wahuang Sect would pass by the Hanshui Dojo from now on. , all need to stay far away.

Hong Zhao frowned and said, "Your words are so vulgar now, how are you different from him?"

Yan Wuji raised his eyebrows slightly, but did not answer any more. Instead, he turned to look at the distant sky, with a hint of amusement in his eyes, and said, "Several waves of disciples have come from the Shangqing Holy Sect. Our Shanshan realm, Except for the last Shanshan Dharma Conference, it has not been so lively for a long time."

The rest of the people felt a slight vibration in the air, and they all looked up.

A huge silver-white carriage, pulled by four snow-white spirit beasts, brought out dazzling rays of light, and countless silver-white light spots escaped and fell from the sky.

Several of them slowly walked out of the white carriage. The first was a young man in white, with endless violence in his eyes.

Hong Zhao turned his head slightly and looked at him. In an instant, countless electric lights exploded around him. In the tributaries of the swamp water behind the golden-red hall, the endless river water raised dozens of waves that were more than ten feet high. Absolutely, invisible ripples echoed in all directions.

"Sage Bailu." Hong Zhao retracted his gaze and spoke calmly.

The violent look in Bai Lu's eyes disappeared, and a smile appeared on his handsome face, saying: "Hong Zhao, why are you here? A inheritance from the Yuan Shen realm,

Can you watch it too? "

"I just happened to be passing by to join in the fun." Hong Zhao glanced at Yan Wuji beside him, "Wuji, since the last time I waited for Zi Taiqing to come out of the illusion, haven't you been talking about the White Deer for a long time? Now that we have seen each other, why are you even talking about it? You don’t even say hello?”

Yan Wuji had a slightly unnatural expression on his face. He glanced at the white deer who was looking at him at the same time. Just as he was about to speak, several more whistling rays of light fell from the sky, with majestic momentum.

"The Holy Son of White Deer."

"I've met Holy Son Bailu."

It was several disciples from the Fourth Mountain of Law who came. When they saw Bailu and the others, they stepped forward, bowed, and then retreated to the side, forming a small circle of their own.

"Saint Son Bailu, it is said that fifty years ago, he was the first in the Eight Mountains Competition at the Qi Sea Realm of the Shangqing Holy Sect and was awarded the title of Holy Son. However, he has now reached the Daoji Peak Realm."

"Sage Bailu has only been practicing for more than a hundred years, but he is already comparable to Hong Zhao, a prodigy from the Holy Sect of Emperor Wa. Such qualifications..."

"The Shangqing Holy Sect gives birth to two Holy Sons every fifty years. How many people have been awarded the title of Holy Son over the years? In my opinion, this White Deer is not that good either." The casual cultivator looked at Bailu with envy, and the sourness in his tone reached to the sky.

Fifty years ago in the Shangqing Holy Sect Competition, the number one in the Eight Mountains in the Daoji Realm was Feng Shao Shengzi, and the number one in the Qi Sea Realm was Bai Lu.

He also received the title of Holy Son, was blessed with infinite honor, and was accepted as a disciple by the Great Power. In just over a hundred years, his cultivation has reached an incredible level. In the Taoist Realm, he can sweep away almost all geniuses.

However, Zhao Tianhe of the Poyue Sword Sect, Zhang Lingruo of the Demonic Sound Sect, and others who had shown off their power before had already retreated to a corner and were not even qualified to step forward to salute.

Although they are both in the Daoji Peak realm, their status is completely different from that of Yunni. The gap between the large sects and the overlord sects is so huge, like a world of difference, that people cannot even think of resisting at all.

Holy Son Bailu glanced at the golden-red hall and asked, "When will it be opened?"

But he didn't have any ideas about this inheritance, and he didn't bother to look at it in detail. He just asked casually for the sake of the few followers behind him.

And his question was undoubtedly directed at Hong Zhao and Yan Wuji, and no one else was qualified to let him speak.

"Half a day." Hong Zhao said.

"Too long." Bai Lu frowned slightly, and a purple mysterious light flowed in his hand, and instantly rushed into the sky, forming a deep purple light cloud, in which there seemed to be endless thunder brewing.

"The psychic magic weapon Thunder Spirit Bead!" A knowledgeable person exclaimed.

More people were speechless, looking at the white deer under the light of lightning with complicated eyes, like a god descending into the world.

"Go." With a tap of his finger, endless purple thunder roared out from the thundercloud, the sound of thunder was deafening, and the lightning flashed across the sky!

An extremely thick golden-red light barrier appeared above Datong Water Mansion. The next moment, endless thunder bombarded it, and countless electric rays circulated, seeming to tear the entire hall into pieces.

Even psychic magic weapons have strengths and weaknesses. Obviously, this Thunder Spirit Bead is the most powerful one. Before the thunder light dissipated, Bai Lu casually threw out the Thunder Spirit Bead, turning it into a shocking dazzling purple light, and slammed it towards the entrance of the main hall of Datong Water Mansion!