Immortal Mansion Longevity

Chapter 850 At the end of the war, the fate of Zhuxiu (please subscribe!!)

Liu Yu made a mistake and beheaded the five true monarchs of Xuanbing Palace one after another. In this sect, only one Nascent Soul cultivator, Nangongtian, remained.

At this time, Nangongtian also died.

Then the Nuoda territory of Xuanbing Palace, in the eyes of other Nascent Soul True Monarchs, is just a fat piece of fat.

In the country of Ba, it occupies the most excellent resource point and the most extensive territory, which is only slightly less than that of the Lingyun sect of Dandingzong combined.

Such a large territory cannot be maintained without Nascent Soul cultivators sitting in charge.

No matter how many monks there are in the lower realm, it is impossible to hold on to it. After all, it will be nothing.

Even an ordinary True Monarch would not be able to occupy such a large territory, this is "virtue does not match".

Originally, although five True Monarchs were lost, as long as Nangongtian did not have any accidents, Xuanbing Palace could barely maintain it.

But at this time, with Nangongtian's death, the original giant Xuanbing Palace actually collapsed.

And in Ba Kingdom, Dan Dingzong is slightly stronger than Lingyun Sect, and it is not a problem to grab the fattest and most elite piece of fat.

It was a simple shot, but she did not expect such a big harvest, and the joy in Mo Mei's heart was beyond words.

Even in the city of Yuanying Zhenjun, a smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of his mouth.

If it wasn't for the presence of her comrades, she would have laughed out loud!

"Nangongtian has always been an old enemy of our faction, and now he was beheaded by Fellow Daoist Qingyang himself. I am grateful!"

"We will help each other, this remuneration is absolutely unacceptable to my concubine!"

Seeing the jade card and jade box floating towards him, Zhenjun Momei raised his hand and shot out a wave of mana, preventing things from approaching any further.

Immediately, she said seriously with a serious face.

Apart from Liu Yu, this woman was the biggest beneficiary of this battle.

It can be said that after eradicating the greatest threat, immeasurable benefits are about to be obtained.

Huangmei, Kongzhao, and Zihong are all well aware of this point.

Under such circumstances, if Mo Mei still accepts the reward with peace of mind, she will be a little clueless.

Regardless of the cause and process, she was indeed one of the ones who benefited the most in terms of results.

Win-win!

What's more, 17 years later, Mo Mei will still rely on Liu Yu a lot during the trip to "Yishan Yifu Mansion".

Based on the above two points, she has a very firm attitude and refuses to accept payment no matter what.

"Since the fairy is so polite, then Liu will not be reluctant."

"Fellows should help each other, and we can still help each other in the future!"

After several excuses, seeing that the other party refused to accept the elixir and spirit grass, Liu Yu stopped pushing and said with a smile.

The other party's attitude made him quite satisfied.

Since both of them benefited from this battle, in fact, there is no one helping the other. Even if Mo Mei does not accept the reward, Liu Yu is not in debt.

Of course, he doesn't pay much attention to a few fourth-order pills and a few thousand-year-old spiritual herbs.

Even if the other party accepts it, they won't feel distressed.

But in this way, the impression of Mo Mei will naturally be greatly reduced.

"It should be like this. I will fight side by side several times, and I will keep in touch with you in the future."

"The current situation in cultivating immortals is turbulent. We have had a pleasant experience of cooperating with each other, so we should hug each other to keep warm."

"A difficult one, P Plus support!"

Seeing that the two were still being polite, Zhenjun Huangmei suddenly spoke, glanced at several people and said heartily.

"Amitabha, it should be so. Fellow Daoist Huang Mei is right."

Before he finished speaking, the old monk Kongzhao responded immediately.

Liu Yu already possessed the combat power of a great monk, and lost a chance to gain favor, but they are still familiar with each other, and he is eager to get closer.

Although he is already the True Monarch Yuanying, in today's world of cultivating immortals, it is not enough to fight alone.

Examples such as "Old Monster in Qingshan" are the best lessons from the past.

Facing the sudden disaster, he didn't even have a fellow to give charcoal in the snow, and he didn't even have a single person to speak for him.

He could only watch helplessly as his beloved nun died before his eyes.

On the other hand, Mo Mei, facing the maliciousness of Xuanbing Palace, was able to immediately invite several reinforcements, and finally successfully survived the disaster and turned the crisis into safety.

Among them, although she is a master of alchemy, everyone more or less asks her for reasons, but the usual relationship management is also essential.

The original Mo Mei was only a little arrogant, not to the point of being arrogant, and Dan Dingzong also made good friends with many Nascent Soul cultivators.

Because of this, in the face of the Xuanbing Palace whose overall strength is almost crushed, it is possible to have comrades to help.

"That's right, that's exactly what it is."

After the battle, the five of them stood above the Hehuan Gate, their words were extremely polite.

The war is over, there are no enemy cultivators for the time being, everyone is not in a hurry to leave, just chatting and laughing in the sky.

But the laws of this world revolve around the strong.

Without any amazing words, Liu Yu naturally became the center of the crowd.

Even if he responded flatly and said some ambiguous words, it could arouse the four people's associations.

"According to the old monk's opinion, in the dispute between Xiahou's family in Sang Kingdom and Jin Guangzong, Xiahou's family probably won't take advantage of it."

"Bitao Zhenjun Xia Houying's cultivation is only at the early stage after all, and his character is strong and popular, but Jin Guangzong's Jinguang Taoist has a mid-term cultivation, and he behaves very slippery in the world."

"This battle will most likely end with the Xiahou family."

In the sky, the five people talked loudly, from the Seven Nations League to the Three Great Alliances, and even rose to the level of the two races of monsters, and they all began to point out the country.

"The old monk thinks"

"I think it should be"

"Fellow Daoist Qingyang, how do you evaluate?!"

Unlike low-level monks bragging, Yuanying Zhenjun is a high-level person in the entire Tiannan.

In particular, the five people present at least have the mid-stage combat power of the Nascent Soul, and are already close to the top of the world of cultivating immortals.

The same words were spoken from five people at this time, without any dissonance, as if it should be so.

Every move and every word they say affects the fate of thousands of low-level monks and billions of ordinary people.

"Fellow Daoist Qingyang, farewell!"

Time passed unknowingly, and the exchange didn't end until two quarters of an hour later.

Huangmei, Kongzhao, Zihong, and Momei bid farewell and left one after another.

"Whoosh~"

Liu Yu's robes were fluttering, and she looked at several gleams of light, which disappeared from sight one after another.

"Fellow Daoist Qingyang, what happened 17 years later, I'm thinking about it~"

"I hope Fellow Daoist will not forget."

Suddenly, a voice rang in his ear.

Turning his head to look, he happened to see Mo Mei in the twilight, his eyes flickering and looking ambiguous.

"Fairy, don't worry, Lucky Qinglian Liu is bound to win, and I won't let you forget the promise."

With a thought in mind, Liu Yu replied.

He is bound to win the "Great Fortune Qinglian". Of course, he will not forget such an important matter, and he also needs a guide to lead the way.

Seeing that the woman's face was reddish, she was probably still immersed in the excitement of Nangongtian's death, and taking advantage of the opportunity to ask for an in-depth "discussion", she probably would not refuse.

But Liu Yu is not a womanizer, and the sequelae of the exercises have not occurred, and he has no strange thoughts, so naturally he will not do this.

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After receiving a satisfactory reply, Mo Mei took a deep look at Zhuo Mengzhen, and then suddenly disappeared into the sky at high speed.

In an instant, there were only two figures left on the spot.

"Mengzhen, go down and rest first."

"Follow me back to the sect in a few days."

After pondering for a moment, Liu Yu turned around and said.

Zhuo Mengzhen nodded lightly, and soon after, under the guidance of a deacon who established the foundation, he entered the Yuanyangzong camp to rest.

As the elder of the Golden Core of the Hehuan Sect, this woman is not an unknown person in the five sects of Chu State. If she doesn't wear a disguise, her identity can be easily recognized.

But the ancestor spoke in person, everything is naturally not a problem.

Although the disciples of the sect had doubts, they did not dare to raise doubts.

With the defeat of the old enemy Hehuanmen, Liu Yu's prestige in the sect has greatly increased, and a little gossip is not a problem.

The real achievements are enough to deal with all doubts. Even if a female cultivator from a rival sect is taken as a concubine, no monk will dare to question her face to face.

"Boom~"

The sound of shouting and killing soaring into the sky, accompanied by the roar of magic tools and spells, continuously came from the ground, and could be faintly heard even in the sky.

Liu Yu stood in the air, lowered his head and looked down.

I saw colorful auras flickering above the ground, and the monks on both sides were fighting fiercely.

At this point, both sides have already killed red eyes, and it is difficult to stop easily.

However, due to his previous "mistakes", the scale of victory has been completely tilted at this time. In the battles of Qi refining, foundation building, and Jindan, Yuanyangzong has the absolute upper hand.

If this continues, complete victory is only a matter of time.

However, this is a large-scale war after all, and it is impossible for the victor to have a situation where not a single monk dies.

To completely destroy Hehuanmen, even if Yuanyangzong wins in the end, it will have to pay a lot of casualties.

However, this level of casualties is still within Liu Yu's acceptable range.

Feeling the peeping eyes from outside the battlefield, he has no intention of making another move.

It is really unreasonable to kill low-level monks again and again under the watchful eyes of everyone.

"Huh~"

A trace of astonishment flashed across Liu Yu's eyes as his consciousness swept across a figure.

Following his line of sight, he saw a female cultivator in white, controlling a magic weapon with a black hook, wantonly slaughtering low-level monks of the Hehuan Sect.

"Whoosh~"

While the aura flashed, when the black hook magic weapon appeared again, several low-level monks often froze.

"Pfft~"

Immediately, a thin line of blood appeared on their necks, and the blood gushed out like a spring.

On the face of the shaving woman in white, there was a trace of sick and crazy flush, and her expression was extremely excited.

As a Golden Core cultivator, she activated the magic weapon of the black hook, and the killing efficiency was very high.

In just a few breaths, more than a dozen Hehuan Sect disciples died suddenly, including the Foundation Establishment cultivator.

After a while, even the original white clothes were stained blood red.

The bloody clothes kill the Quartet!

This person is Leng Yuexin.

With the spiritual object given by Liu Yu, she was lucky enough to successfully form the alchemy. After so many years, her cultivation has reached the middle stage of the golden alchemy.

This woman practiced magic arts, as long as she had a large amount of high-quality blood, she could quickly improve her cultivation.

So happy to hear the war, take the initiative to join the war.

After killing dozens of monks, Leng Yuexin usually stays for a while, takes out a blood bead and keeps pinching the formula.

"Crash~"

Under the guidance of the Dao of Blood spell, streams of blood gushed out from the corpses of the dead monks of the Hehuan Sect like water, continuously gathering into fist-sized blood beads.

Within a few breaths, within a hundred feet nearby, dozens of corpses were drained of blood and turned into mummified corpses.

The scene looked unbelievably creepy.

Even the disciples of Yuanyang Sect felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured into their hearts when they saw it, and the frenzy in their eyes disappeared immediately.

Although he knew it was a friendly army, he subconsciously stayed away from this woman.

After absorbing a large amount of blood, the blood beads look rounder and fuller, exuding a bloody glow.

Seeing this, Leng Yuexin's face flushed even more, she suddenly turned her head and looked into the distance, and immediately urged the magic weapon to kill to another battlefield.

In normal times, it is natural that low-level monks cannot be massacred. Otherwise, there is no need for others to eliminate demons and defend the way, and Yuanyangzong will clean up the sect by itself.

But times of war are different, and the general order no longer applies.

Killing monks of rival sects will not be held accountable by the sect.

Therefore, at this time, it is rare to have such a great opportunity, and of course Leng Yuexin cannot let it go.

Take the opportunity to collect a large amount of blood essence so that you can cultivate diligently.

"Soon, soon."

"As long as you collect some more, it will be enough to use it in the later stage of Golden Core."

Thinking of this, Leng Yue's eyes flashed brightly, and her actions became more and more neat.

As a sect that is neither righteous nor evil and absolutely neutral, Yuan Yangzong is very tolerant.

Although there are very few disciples practicing magic skills in the sect, there are still a few of them based on tens of thousands.

Therefore, there is an opportunity to openly kill at this time, and their fighting enthusiasm is much higher than that of ordinary disciples, and they all take the opportunity to collect blood essence.

Their own side has a clear advantage, and they don't need to take much risk. For these people, it is a golden opportunity.

But generally speaking, all the monks in the Yuanyang Sect camp were very enthusiastic about fighting in this downright battle.

After all, the spoils belong to the killer, and the sect will not collect any money.

Killing one more person at this time will give you more loot, and you may go further on the fairy road in the future.

kill!kill!kill!

One side is for cultivating resources, the other side is for breaking through the siege, the monks of the two camps fight selflessly.

In such an atmosphere, a large number of monks died every minute and every second.

"Ding ding ding~!"

In the corner of the battlefield, a foundation-building monk of the Yuanyang sect with an ordinary face and slightly dark skin accidentally went too deep, and was targeted by several monks of the Hehuan sect.

When several magic weapons attacked, he felt a strong sense of crisis in his spiritual sense, and he suddenly woke up.

"No, it's too deep!!"

Looking at the magic weapon whose eyes were rapidly zooming in, the man's expression changed.

"boom!!!"

But in the next moment, the power of the magic weapon level descended.

The power of the magic weapon disappeared in a flash, and the bodies of several Hehuanmen who besieged this person were all torn to pieces and bloody.

The dark-skinned Foundation Establishment cultivator looked back, just in time to see a "Gold Core Loose Cultivator" turn his head, and the figure disappeared in a flash.

"Thank you senior!"

Seeing this, he quickly bowed deeply.

Immediately sensing the lack of mana, he began to retreat to the rear, not daring to rush forward too quickly.

This person is exactly the "Liu An" who joined the sect with the blood of the Liu family when Liu Yu returned to Tiannan.

Although Linggen's aptitude is not good, but his "luck" is very good, and he was accepted by the powerful deacon Wu Cheng'en as his personal heir.

The road to cultivation is much smoother than that of ordinary monks.

Because the cultivation resources are relatively abundant, the cultivation methods are also at the upper level, and the reason is that there are teachers who give advice from time to time.

Although the spiritual root aptitude is very poor, now more than 100 years have passed, Liu An has still cultivated to the peak of the middle stage of foundation establishment.

At about 130 years old, he has cultivated to the peak of the middle stage of foundation establishment. Compared with ordinary monks, he is already very good, and there is a certain possibility of hitting the bottleneck of alchemy.

With Liu Yu in charge of the sect, the Qingyang family took over the power of the sect in an all-round way, and Wu Chengen also took the position of "head".

Although the head of the sect is just a good-looking title, he is actually a big manager or something, but compared to ordinary foundation-building monks, the power in his hands is astonishing.

Under Wu Cheng'en's operation, he was relatively good himself, and with the huge power of the Qingyang family, Liu An successfully became a "true disciple".

"Too reckless."

Ten thousand zhang high in the sky, Liu Yu saw this scene, shook his head slightly and looked away.

It is not a coincidence that senior Jindan passed by and just happened to rescue him.

The so-called "senior" is actually a Jindan slayer specially arranged by him to secretly protect this son.

After all, this son has the blood of the Liu family. Compared with ordinary monks, he still feels a little more cordial.

In addition, he happened to join the sect, and Liu Yu was still a little concerned because he had some of the same blood.

Therefore, this son, the road of cultivation can be smooth and smooth.

Every time we encounter a crisis, we can always use various methods to turn the danger into a blessing in disguise.

After all, Liu Yu is now the ancestor of Zhenjun Yuanying, and it doesn't take much energy to take care of a little monk.

In fact, he just gave a few casual instructions, and his own monks and dead men will take care of everything.

After so many generations, the fetters of blood have long been extremely weak.

It's impossible for Liu Yu to make a special trip like he did when he hit the bottleneck of forming alchemy.

Not to mention the sudden idea of ​​recognizing relatives.

At most, I thought of it by chance, and told the monks below to take care of it.

As for how far Liu An can go in the end, it all depends on his luck.

But he just gave a few casual instructions. For all low-level monks, this is a great opportunity that can't be met!

Because of this, Liu An's fate changed completely. Obtaining some key resources from the sect was much less difficult than ordinary disciples.

……

Under the mighty night sky, Liu Yu stood in a black robe with his hands behind his back, quietly overlooking the entire battlefield.

"Kill kill kill!!!"

"Boom!!!"

On the ground, the sound of fighting did not stop for a moment.

In the selfless fight between the monks on both sides, time passed unknowingly.

The total number of low-level monks was close to [-], fighting from dark to dawn, and from dawn to dark.

The sun rose and the sun set, until after a day and a night, the battlefield finally came to an end.

Looking around, within tens of miles of Hehuan Gate, there are curls of gunpowder smoke rising.

The blessed land of Lingshan, which was once beautiful and beautiful, is now completely unrecognizable, and the majestic Lingshan Mountains have been knocked down.

On the ground, cracks and ravines criss-crossed, like countless deep wounds, which looked a little shocking.

Corpses are everywhere!

If a monk looked from a high altitude, he could find corpses at a certain distance, and the death conditions were often different.

It was not until hundreds of miles away that this situation gradually disappeared, and a tragic atmosphere enveloped the entire battlefield.

At this time, the roar of magic tools and spells has become sparse.

In only a few areas, there are still monks from the Hehuanmen who are stubbornly resisting.

Up in the sky, Liu Yu stared at this scene coldly, without the slightest wave in his eyes.

He has long been accustomed to death!

(End of this chapter)