Chapter 1033 Invitation

Chapter 1033 Invitation

Hua Fei carefully looked at the smiling dark red Taoist.

"Look carefully."

Hua Fei suddenly opened his eyes wide.

He stared at the figure standing still on the cloud.

When he opened his mouth, the corners of his mouth trembled: "You...you...are you...Brother Wu."

Wu Rong smiled and nodded.

Meeting Brother Wu at this moment was even more shocking than meeting the ancestor when he was planning to get paid for a job.

It's not that he thinks Brother Wu is strong, but he is not surprised that the ancestor has returned.

Because he is the ancestor after all.

He is a legendary figure.

He has been such a legend all his life, and it is not surprising to see him again.

But Brother Wu is different.

Although Brother Wu got the true teachings of the ancestor, he left in anger that year.

Without the help and support of the sect, how far can he go alone?

After so many years, he has become an old man.

Like other brothers, he thinks that Brother Wu is likely to die outside.

It is said that Senior Brother Wu and Senior Brother Yu were both heroes in the past. Now Senior Brother Yu has already gone to the upper sect, and sent back a message in the early years saying that he had achieved the state of transformation.

If Senior Brother Wu really died, perhaps we would really sigh at the fate of the two.

Unexpectedly, today I actually saw Senior Brother Wu return.

Hua Fei Zhenjun stepped forward to recognize him and sighed: "Senior Brother! I am Hua Fei, and Senior Brother also gave me some advice in the past."

"Hua Fei, you are old."

Wu Rong sighed, his eyes full of reluctance to recognize him. The junior brother who was also in his prime in the past is now old and frail.

"Senior Brother is still the same as before."

Hua Fei Zhenjun really didn't dare to recognize him.

The Wu Rong in his memory was no different from the Wu Rong in front of him.

If there is really a saying, it is that Wu Rong in front of him is more mature, and there is a bit more vicissitudes between his eyebrows, but overall it seems that there is no change.

"Senior Brother, what is your level?"

"Luckily I made a breakthrough."

"It's not easy."

Hua Fei was sincerely happy.

I can't help but sigh at the high talent of my senior brother.

He has been sitting in the sect market for so many years and has only made one progress. My senior brother went out alone and was able to achieve the transformation of the spirit. Perhaps the opportunity to transform the spirit really requires traveling thousands of miles and slowly exploring.

But he no longer has such ambitions. He didn't have it back then, and he doesn't have it now.

"Who is the current sect master?"

"One transferred from the upper sect is in the realm of the Venerable. Senior brother should also know him. His Taoist name is 'Chonghao'."

"It's him."

Wu Rong nodded slightly.

That's how Taihua defeated Kunpeng and returned to the upper sect, taking over the sect as the Supreme Elder.

I didn't expect this person to sit there for so many years.

Even if the Venerable of the Transformation of the Spirit lives for three thousand years, how many thousand years can he waste in a small place?

It's really hard for the other party to endure loneliness.

"Where are Senior Brother Zhou's family?"

"Speaking of Senior Brother Zhou, the ancestor also came back and asked about this matter. It is said that the ancestor took away Senior Brother Zhou's Yin Shen when he left. Now the Zhou family is also represented by the younger generation, and Elder Zhou doesn't care much about family affairs. As for his cultivation, he should be at the peak of the Nascent Soul."

"Ancestor?"

"Grand Ancestor Taishi."

"When did the ancestor come back?"

"It's probably less than a hundred years since Senior Brother left the sect." Hua Fei searched his memory.

Wu Rong was surprised that the master had come back.

It would have been fine if he had come back, but he also took Senior Brother's Yin Shen away.

The master had never told him about this.

Tu Shanjun did not say it, mainly because the two of them could not find such a topic.

Then there was the matter of collecting the Yin Shen.

Although he was not so resistant, he did not want to publicize it.

He couldn't tell everyone that he had put his apprentice's soul into the banner, making him unable to reincarnate forever, and not be regarded as a lunatic.

Hua Fei continued, "The ancestor came back in a hurry, so he asked me to block the news. Later, he sent me a jade slip, which was the experience of the Nascent Soul. I was able to cultivate to the Nascent Soul thanks to the ancestor's notes, otherwise I don't know how long it would take. It's a pity that the ancestor didn't stay in the sect for long that time."

"So that's it." Wu Rong suddenly realized.

This staggered situation made Wu Rong sigh at the fickleness of fate. If he had stayed for another hundred years, he might have met his master earlier.

It was just a sigh.

He practiced the way of fate and ghosts, and had his own views on fate. He also knew that people's paths were different, and no matter how he pursued, he could not obtain the cultivation of others.

Only by walking his own path can he have a chance to achieve enlightenment.

Therefore, he did not regret leaving the sect early.

That was when he should leave.

There is no better time than that.

"Brother, you are back this time..."

"Nothing, just come back to see." Wu Rong responded generously after seeing Hua Fei's concerns.

He was dissatisfied with Taihua's arrangement, but that was in the past. He had already made his own way and there was no need to remember those things all the time.

He didn't come back to embarrass anyone this time. He just wanted to come back after becoming a saint.

"Alas." Hua Fei didn't want to comment on what happened back then.

He had little experience, and many things were hearsay. He had no right to comment on them. However, he was still happy to see Brother Wu coming back.

No matter what happened back then, they were from the same sect after all.

"Let's talk about it later. I'm going back to the sect."

"Brother, please wait."

"Take care!"

"Take care."

Wu Rong, who climbed back into the cloud chariot, asked, "Master, don't you want to see him?"

"No need."

A slightly hoarse voice came from the sky: "I will make a furnace of longevity pills in the future, and you can give him a bottle."

"Too."

Wu Rong nodded in agreement.

A pot of life-extending pills is much more important than asking for help.

Furthermore, Wu Rong realized more and more how difficult it was for the great monk.

Every move consumes a lot of mana, but the spiritual veins are not enough to support it. No wonder those major cultivation dragons are nowhere to be seen. If there is no mana to supplement, they don't want others to see their embarrassment.

"Sixth grade spiritual vein?!"

Looking at Taiyi Sect's soaring aura, Wu Rong joked: "The sect is getting richer!"

Sixth-grade spiritual veins can already maintain the cultivation of a saint.

Although Xingluohai has been merged into the Eastern Wasteland, the ability to cultivate sixth-grade spiritual veins is enough to show that the Shangzong has paid a lot.

With this spiritual vein and the formation that consolidates the sect, there is no problem in resisting ordinary saints.

If there is another saint in charge, Xingluo Taiyi can still rush to Donghuang, for example, to replace Lu Huangzong's position.

It was because of the death of a saint ancestor that the Lu Huang Sect could no longer stand and had to move out to a good location in the Eastern Wasteland. It is now close to the Xingluo Sea.

It sounds like this place is really remote.

Wu Rong took out the token and was about to use it to step in.

Unexpectedly, ripples appeared in the formation and were not recognized.

After years of iteration, the sect formation no longer recognizes the old token.

If you want to join the sect, you have to say hello, or you have to ask Tushanjun to take action.

Returning to the clan to visit relatives is not like knocking on the door and asking Master to do something.

There are not many things worthy of Master's action. Wu Rong didn't really feel that there was a soul flag to rely on and he would always ask for it. He should solve the problem by himself first.

Take one step.

The cloud chariot quickly spread the clouds under the drag of the rampant ghost.

"Such a big battle?"

"Master, you don't understand. Returning home without wealth is like walking at night in brocade clothes. I just want to come back in glory!"

Wu Rong laughed loudly, and the five small flags behind him stood like swords and halberds. The soldiers were clearing the way, the ghost generals were marching in formation, and the black mist spread for three hundred miles, covering the sky above the mountain gate.

The demon jumped out from Wu Rong's sleeves and rolled on the spot, and his figure suddenly grew to ten feet.

He stepped forward with scarlet eyes.

Just when he was about to shout, he saw a monk in white robes flying out of the mountain gate and flying on the clouds. He smiled and cupped his hands and said: "The messenger from the sect has arrived so quickly. I heard the letter from the sect and thought it would take a few days." to arrive.”

The visitor took a closer look and looked stunned.

It seems that this is not the envoy of the Shangzong in my impression.

He couldn't help but frown and asked: "Who is the senior? Do you know where this place is? This place is Taiyi Sect, and the saint of my previous sect will be here soon!"

Wu Rong hugged his shoulders and smiled lightly: "What? You don't even recognize your own uncle?"

"Uncle?"

Li Ku carefully looked at the monk leading the crowd in front of him, and suddenly said: "Uncle Wizard!"

"You're always back."

"good."

Wu Rong nodded slightly and said in approval: "I heard that your master went to Shangzong a long time ago. Without the supervision of Junior Brother Yu, your practice has not fallen behind."

"Where there."

Li Ku smiled naively: "My cultivation level is far behind. From far away, I thought it was a saint from Shangzong who had arrived."

"Sage of the Shangzong?"

"Yes, I heard from the sect master that the sect sent me a letter, saying that a saint will come and plan a big event, so I can take care of it."

While Li Ku was speaking, he was also secretly surprised. The wizard uncle's cultivation was truly astonishing. After leaving the sect for so many years, he actually became a venerable god.

Another stream of light flew from the depths of the sect.

Taking a closer look, it was Venerable Chonghao.

Zhonghao was also shocked and said warily: "Senior?!"

"Senior?" Li Ku looked startled when he heard this.

He knew the strength of the successor master.

That is the real god-incarnation venerable.

Even in the realm of divine transformation, he is an outstanding existence, and he actually calls the wizard uncle his senior.

Although it is not false to say that the saint of Shangzong is coming soon.

He was just being polite just now.

Buzz!

Another huge spirit boat tore through the domain barrier.

The eyes of the awe-inspiring saint standing on the deck are like the eternal burning sun, bursting out with scorching divine fire.

"What a coincidence."

As soon as Li Ku saw the raised immortal banner, he knew that this time an envoy from the Shangzong had really arrived.

Venerable Chonghao, who was leaning against the saint, looked excited. He even straightened his body when he was saluting just now, and said in a deep voice: "Who is the senior, and why did you break into the gate of my Taiyi Sect!"

"The sect master misunderstood, this is a disciple of the sect, and he is the same generation as my master Yu Long."

Chonghao has not yet reacted.

There was a sound from the giant ship in the sky.

"Fellow Taoist, I have been waiting for you here for a long time!"

As the giant ship sank, the saint in Taibai robes stepped forward, cupped his hands and said, "The elder of the sect specially ordered me to wait, please return to the Middle Earth Immortal Sect."

Wu Rong frowned slightly: "Return to Middle Earth?"

Shang Zong is afraid that the drunkard's intention is not to drink.

There is someone else I really want to invite.