The Ancestor of Body Repair

In the west of the central part of Luzhou, there is a large square market located in a small valley. There are many immortal cultivators gathered in the depths of the square city. These immortal cultivators are basically loose cultivators with low strength.

These cultivators are all looking at the scene ahead.

In front of them are two very magnificent attics, one is splendid and golden, with human monks and various monsters confronting each other on the wall, the other is dark, with human monks and a kind of black scales on the skin, which looks similar to each other. Strange creatures that are very close to humans are fighting.

In mid-air, six immortal cultivators in black robes were casting spells on the splendid attic. Various black and yellow rays of light flickered endlessly, and a burst of mana fluctuations came. , let the loose cultivator watching below hold his breath unconsciously.

This is the cultivator of the Demon Spirit Sect's foundation-building stage. He has experienced two sect battles, his strength is amazing, and he is a ruthless generation. If these loose cultivators accidentally offend a few people, they will not know how they died.

In the next half an hour, the murals and appearance of this attic were changed beyond recognition, becoming the same as the dark-style attic next to it.

In the end, the black-robed immortal cultivators cast spells again, combining the front halls of the two attics into one. Various earth attribute spells can be used freely, forming a very grand gate.

Then a white light flashed in the hands of the black-robed cultivator in the lead, and a large plaque appeared. I saw him lift his hand and press it forward, and the plaque was fixed above the gate.

"Magic Pavilion" three big gold characters are printed on it, and there are some black rays of light flowing on it.

Then the people below saw four of the black-robed immortal cultivators, including the leader, vacate their imperial weapons and fly to the east, leaving two young cultivators in front of the attic.

The two of them ignored the many scattered cultivators watching outside and walked directly into the newly built Demon Pavilion.

Seeing the two men in black robes disappearing at the entrance of the attic, many loose cultivators outside gave a sigh of relief and started chatting.

"I didn't expect that during this period of time, the Demon Spirit Sect not only relied on other factions to defeat the Shangqing Sect, but also wiped out the Yueyang Sect."

"Yeah, this Yueyang Sect is a sect with Yuan Ying monks in charge. How could it be wiped out by the Demon Spirit Sect so quickly?"

An old man with a goatee and wearing a black brocade uniform said disdainfully: "What do you know, although the Yueyang Sect is not weak, the Demon Spirit Sect is even stronger. There are four people in Lingmen!"

"what?"

"Four Yuan Ying monks!"

The words of the old man immediately surprised the surrounding loose cultivators. In their understanding, the cultivators in the Nascent Soul stage were at the level of land gods, and there were actually four of them in a sect.

The old man in Jinfu looked at the expressions of the people around him, and suddenly felt a little proud, and continued: "Hey, I have a son and nephew who is a disciple of the Demon Spirit Sect. Some time ago, he was promoted to the foundation building stage and participated in the Yueyang Sect's sect annihilation battle."

"A lot of inside information, I basically know a little bit."

This time it seemed that the pot was fried, and several loose repairers around gathered together to ask some questions.

Suddenly, the loose cultivator surrounding the old man in Jinfu was pushed aside by a rather strong middle-aged man who looked ordinary. : "Everyone, let's chat at the Qingfeng Pavilion on the side."

Then he said to the old man: "Old man, I have a few taels of purple-tip tea leaves here, why don't we go to the Qingfeng Pavilion on the side and taste it carefully?"

When the old man heard "Purple Tip Tea", he opened his eyes and nodded again and again, and then the old man in brocade clothes and about a dozen other immortal cultivators walked to the side.

Qingfeng Pavilion is actually a relatively large hexagonal pavilion. It is located by a small river in the valley of Fangshi. It is a little distance from the shops in Fangshi. It is quite clean, so some cultivators often chat here.

After a while, the group of loose cultivators came to this place. The mana in the hand of the middle-aged man flashed, and a rattan chair made of cyan vines appeared in the middle of the pavilion.

Then he took out a dozen small teacups and a teapot, and at the same time took out a small paper bag, opened it, and poured it into the teapot.

Inside this small paper bag were some purple tea leaves with a hint of aura, and then the middle-aged man released a few more spells. After a while, the dozen or so cups were filled with water. Spiritual tea.

"Don't be polite, fellow Daoists, try this tea first."

Hearing this sentence, the surrounding monks couldn't wait to pick up their teacups, sip the lavender tea, and feel the increased mana in their bodies. They all smiled and relaxed.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man said, "Several Daoists, Rong below, heard about the limelight of the Shangqingmen war before, so they entered the deep mountains and closed the cave, for fear that this would be a widespread war."

"My brother has some skills in making talismans, so he didn't want to hide, so he went to Yueyang Zongfang Market to sell low-level talismans, but when I came out this time, I heard the news that Yueyang Zong was destroyed."

"I am very worried about that brother. I wonder if this fellow Taoist can talk about the situation of Yueyang Sect?"

When the middle-aged man spoke, he looked at the old man with the goatee. The old man had just finished drinking a cup of tea and showed a somewhat satisfied expression.

Hearing the middle-aged man's words, the old man said, "It turns out that it is Fellow Daoist Fang. You don't have to worry about it. What the Demon Spirit Sect has to deal with is only the monks of Yueyang Sect."

"As far as I know, the Demon Sect just swept away the Yueyang Sect's industries in Yueyangfang City, and only arrested the Yueyang Sect's disciples."

"But at this time, Zongfang City in Yueyang was blocked by the people from the Demon Gate. When the inside is cleared, the blockade will naturally be lifted, and then Fellow Daoist Fang will be able to see your brother."

The middle-aged man nodded and said again, "I just heard from the old gentleman that the Demon Spirit Gate easily destroyed Yueyang Sect. I wonder if you can tell us about it."

While speaking, the middle-aged man filled the old man with tea again.

The old man took the tea, looked at the curious eyes of the monks around him, took a sip of the tea, and said quite proudly: "My nephew has told me a lot of things, and Daoyou Fang has asked the right person. ."

"Speaking of which, this Demon Sect is really powerful. There are a lot of spies hidden in Yueyang Sect, and they have controlled Yueyang Sect's prohibition formation, thus making Yueyang Sect the turtle in the urn."

"All the sects in the Wei Kingdom do not know the true strength of the Demon Sect. They have more than 200 monks at the foundation-building stage, a dozen or so cultivators at the core-forming stage, and four monks at the Nascent Soul stage."

"With such a strong strength, it's easy to deal with a Yueyang Sect who has no way out and was severely damaged in the battle of Shangqingmen."