Chapter 1042 Yu Zu
February Festival,
All things come from shock,
Shock is thunder, so it is called Jingzhe.
The great shock in the distant sky made Wu Rong, who was returning to Xiaoyuan Cave Mansion, stop.
On the clouds.
His face suddenly became gloomy.
He looked sideways at the Yushan Mountain in the distant sky, which was towering into the clouds like a pillar supporting the sky. It was the starting point of the extension of the four-way spiritual veins and the only top-grade spiritual vein in the billions of territories.
"Am I exposed?" Wu Rong sent a voice into the banner in his heart.
"No."
The hoarse and ethereal voice fell back, which sounded unpleasant but made people feel at ease.
It seemed that no matter how big the event was, it would be like a spring breeze.
Tu Shanjun's voice was unusually flat: "If it was exposed, you would be discovered the moment you first came to Feixian Mountain."
Accompanied by the whirl of a mysterious breath reflection, the tall shadow of the demon god appeared beside Wu Rong, like his shadow.
The shadow of the demon god pinched the spell.
He didn't see anything wrong. If there was only one problem, it might be that he was too thorough. No one could see through Wu Rong.
This was of course because the magic weapon helped to cover it up.
Tushan Jun asked himself, no one would notice that the aura of the great Dao of the Zunhun Banner was falling. He had been hiding it very well.
Looking at Yushan in the distant sky, the shadow of the demon god narrowed his eyes slightly.
After all, he was the Lord of the Great Dao, which was different from the one who was crossing the tribulation at that time.
The Lord of the Great Dao encountered during the tribulation was under the watchful eyes of God, and the strength that could be exerted was not sufficient. Moreover, Tushan Jun practiced the Great Dao of Life and Death, and the Emperor Shadow of the Heavenly Dao suppressed them very strongly.
Now they are on the territory operated by others.
The formation.
The people and horses.
Unknown weapons and treasures, as well as unknown magical skills.
Not to mention that the consciousness of the Lord of the Great Dao can almost encompass the territory.
In layman's terms, the Lord of Dao is the real God of this billion-dollar territory.
If you don't prepare for battle, you will capsize if you slack off.
No one can afford the cost of capsizing.
In this case, perhaps the truth has been revealed, and the other party may have sensed that Wu Rong was carrying a magic weapon.
…
Wu Rong returned to the cave without staying for too long.
Entering the dream world.
Standing in front of the Taoist temple, Wu Rong took a step forward.
Just then, he saw the Taoist sitting cross-legged under the big locust tree in the courtyard slowly opening his eyes.
Wu Rong clasped his hands together and called out respectfully, "Master."
"Do you have any doubts?"
"Yes."
Sitting down at the master's signal, Wu Rong frowned and said, "The shock of Yushan is unusual."
Tu Shanjun said, "Why don't I try it myself?"
Wu Rong hesitated for a moment and shook his head, saying, "Master, I believe in your strength."
"But once we take action, we will alert the enemy. At that time, we are not going all out, so it is difficult to succeed. The other party will also be alert."
"As the Lord of the Great Dao, the backer of the entire Yuren Clan, time cannot erase him. His methods must be extraordinary, and he must have many friends."
"Master can fight a group of powerful people alone, but I may not have such abundant magic power."
"Once there is another Lord of Dao, it will be a disaster for me."
Tu Shanjun nodded slightly.
What Wu Rong said makes sense.
Even a weapon spirit treasure like him has one or two friends. An old guy like this must have many acquaintances, some of whom are brothers in life and death, and perhaps have similar strength.
"We must find an opportunity to kill with one blow."
"Do you have a plan in mind?"
"There are three strategies."
"I would like to hear the details."
"The best strategy is to completely integrate into the Yuren tribe, gain full trust and become the backbone, and take action when the old guy is ready to devour the world."
"The middle strategy is to reveal that I am carrying a magic weapon and attract the Yuren cultivators to target me. I am willing to give the magic weapon to the ancestor."
"The worst strategy is to go straight to Yushan and kill him."
"All good, but not good enough."
Wu Rong looked at the red-haired Taoist at the table.
He only saw Tu Shanjun's calm expression: "Offering a magic weapon cannot arouse the interest of Shoujin Taoist."
"Offer a magic medicine."
"Offer a magic medicine, he will definitely meet you."
"And he will not share it with anyone else."
Wu Rong's pupils shrank suddenly.
Even though he was such a great sage who could make fake and real things, he felt his heart surge and blood rush when he heard about the magic medicine.
He didn't dare to imagine how crazy the old Taoist who had lost his life would be when he got the news of the magic medicine.
Just thinking about it made him shudder.
Tushan Jun put down the teacup in his hand: "Within a few feet, everyone is an enemy country!"
"No, no, no."
"The magic medicine is too expensive."
Wu Rong waved his hand and refused. Of course, he knew that his master had a magic medicine in his hand, but it was a magic medicine after all, the spirit of heaven and earth.
If such an important spiritual object had a mistake, it would be an irreparable loss.
He didn't even want to let anyone know the news.
But the news of the magic medicine could not be concealed after all.
At that time, there were so many cultivators in the forbidden land of the gods, but the news had not spread yet.
"Without a heavy bait, how can you catch a big fish?"
Wu Rong sighed: "I'm afraid I can't control such exciting news."
"In the future, the chessboard you control will only get bigger and bigger. What's so scary about controlling a small piece of news about a miracle drug?"
Tu Shanjun still hopes that his disciples can stand out. A person's vision is not based on the accumulation of false theories, but requires more practice.
If you stand high, you can see far.
"Let me think about it."
...
Yushan.
There is a cloud-top cave in the sky.
Yuren Yue wandered on the long steps, shaking his body, and the wings behind him fell like a cloak.
The Yuren tribe is tall and handsome, all of them are beautiful monks over seven feet tall.
The place where they live is also handsome and bright.
Not to mention the cloud-top cave of the ancestor, the elegance of the blessed land is not something that ordinary people can enjoy.
Yuren Yue, who entered the blessed land, saw the people in the line and nodded slightly. Near the sky, a huge Yaochi was steaming with the mysterious mist of the Dao, and the appearance of the monk lying in the jade pool about six feet away was looming.
"They are all here."
The voice was like a dragon's roar and a roc's cry, and it was awe-inspiring.
The mysterious breath of the Dao merged in the jade pool and became a spiritual inspiration, covering the sky and the sun.
Yuren Yue hurriedly bowed his head and bowed his hands to say yes.
While speaking, he glanced at the other heads of the clan. They were all outstanding feathered people, and their cultivation was not weak.
This puzzled him. Why did they come so neatly? Except for those who were far away or in seclusion, basically all the leaders had arrived.
One of the tall feathered cultivators in golden robes and scales bowed and said, "Did the ancestor summon us for instructions?"
Everyone had different expressions, but they couldn't hide their worries.
Now the old patriarch is in seclusion to impact the realm of Daojun, and it is a time of trouble.
"Recently, I have been restless. I made a divination, and the divination shows that my time is coming."
The old ancestor of the feathered people sighed and said slowly. His voice broke through the jade pool and floated in the sky, spreading in the blessed land, and the many feathered cultivators present heard it clearly.
When they heard the ancestor say that the time was coming, the cultivators breathed a sigh of relief and put down their worries.
They were not worried about the death of Daojun at all.
Unless he is attacked by swords and weapons, even the Five Decays of Heaven and Man will not kill the Taoist Lord. He only needs enough earth essence spirit veins to live as long as the heaven. It will cost manpower and material resources. He can search for caves and heavens for the ancestor. If it doesn't work, he can buy it from the Ancient Immortal Tower.
Even at this price, it is two or three times more expensive than what he would pay.
"Please report to the ancestor. The clan has already prepared the earth essence."
"Very good."
The old ancestor of Yu Ren was neither happy nor sad.
He had already gotten used to it.
He was used to the offerings of the clan members, and he was also used to continuing to live without death, and he was even more used to having everything.
Since he is immortal, he will live forever.
It's a pity that since he got used to it slowly, his progress in Taoism has slowed down, and even the avenue he carries has gradually become looming.
Fortunately, there are still too many gods in this world.
The old ancestor of Yu Ren said loudly: "The next clan leader should also be decided."
Yu Ren Yue suddenly looked up and looked over, with a burning look in his eyes.
How many people have been seeking the throne of the clan leader, but it is just a matter of words in the mouth of the ancestor.
As long as he gets the recognition of the ancestor, he will be the next clan leader of the feathered people, but he has too few chips in his hand.
The great saint belonging to the old clan leader's branch hurriedly stood up and said with a bow: "Ancestor, the old clan leader is still in seclusion, maybe the clan leader can succeed in breaking through the barrier."
"He failed."
As soon as the voice fell, the great saint of the clan leader's lineage felt staggered.
The three words "light and fluttering" had no weight, but made a great saint sway.
More deeply, an old great saint who was breaking through the barrier disappeared silently.
It is really sad.
It is also unbelievable.
The old clan leader is talented and strategic, and his cultivation is stable and solid. He is the great saint who has the most hope of becoming a Taoist in the feathered people in 30,000 years.
Since the old clan leader went into seclusion a hundred years ago, everyone has been speculating and expecting, even the feathered people of other branches are waiting, waiting for the moment when the old clan leader breaks through the barrier and becomes a Taoist.
Unfortunately, it is as difficult as ascending to heaven to succeed.
The Great Sage, who belonged to the clan leader's branch, fell back to his chair.
He closed his eyes sadly, looking sad.
"I don't want to interfere with you, but the clan cannot be without a leader for a day, the elders will be elected as soon as possible."
The old ancestor of Yu Ren waved his hand slightly.
This time, he not only urged the clan members to send the earth element, but also wanted to settle down as soon as possible. He always felt uneasy and the road was beating, and he needed someone to stand up and take charge of the overall situation.
"Yes."
Everyone stood up and bowed.
Just as everyone was about to leave, the old ancestor of Yu Ren spoke again: "Yu Ren Yue."
Yu Ren Yue paused and looked at the ancestor in surprise, but he did not forget the etiquette and hurriedly bowed his hands to say yes.
The old ancestor Yu Ren said: "The man you recruited is carrying a magic weapon and his origin is quite mysterious. He doesn't look like a native of the Eastern Wilderness, but rather a genius from a large clan. You should be a little cautious when employing him, so as not to cause any trouble."
The words of the old ancestor surprised Yu Ren Yue, and also surprised the other cultivators who wanted to leave.
They didn't expect Yu Ren Yue to quietly find a great cultivator carrying a magic weapon.
How come there is no news about such a powerful person?
Yu Ren Yue is very ambitious!
Yu Ren Yue bowed and replied: "Disciple understands."
Walking straight out of the Yu Palace Divine Mansion, Yu Ren Yue flew back to his own palace and called his younger brother Yu Ren Zheng.
Yu Ren Zheng was surprised: "Brother, you are back so soon? What did the old ancestor say?"
"That person is carrying a magic weapon."
"Who?"
"Rong Wu."
"Him?!"
Yu Ren Zheng was shocked.
"Brother, do you mean we take action against him?"
"No, provide him with good food and drink, and don't let people from other branches get in touch with Rong Wu."
Yu Renyue shook his head and said, "From now on, don't worry about yourself, just worry about him. This person is not simple, he is a sharp weapon for me to ascend to the throne of the patriarch!"
Yu Renzheng's eyes lit up and said, "I understand!"
After sending Yu Renzheng away, the gloom on Yu Renyue's face had dissipated.
These expressions should not appear on his face.