Chapter 510 Knocking on the Gate

"The road to the mountains and rivers is long, and there is little leisure in the world."

'Shua'.

A middle-aged man with a graceful appearance, like a handsome young man in troubled times, opened a folding fan, fluttered it slightly, walked on the top of a towering mountain, shook his head and sighed softly.

There was also an old man with a bitter face and sallow complexion behind him.

The two stood on the mountain peak, overlooking the mountains and rivers below.

There was no place to climb around the mountain peak, and the steepest part was even almost vertical.

But no one knew how the two climbed up.

Seeing the middle-aged man's appearance of being devoted to the mountains and rivers, the old man was a little unwilling:

"Old Sect Master Ji, several nephews in the sect are fighting each other for the position of the Sect Master. I am an old man and can't persuade them. You should come forward and say something. Don't let them completely ruin the foundation of our Dongsheng Sect for hundreds of years!"

The middle-aged man laughed and said:

"Don't talk nonsense, Junior Brother Gao, what old Sect Master? I, Ji Lan, am less than 400 years old now. According to my lifespan, I am just a young man in my twenties for ordinary people. I have a lot to do, a lot to do!"

Hearing this, the old man surnamed Gao hurriedly explained:

"Yes, Sect Master, you know that's not what I meant."

Ji Lan's smile faded, and he gently raised his folding fan to block him:

"No, the identity of Sect Master was a hundred years ago."

The wax-faced old man surnamed Gao hesitated to speak, and then sighed:

"Brother, I still remember the first time I met you, you had not yet made a name for yourself in the inner sect, and you spent a lot of effort on a bottle of foundation-building pills. How could I have thought that you would have a chance to step into the Nascent Soul stage..."

Hearing the words of the wax-faced old man, Ji Lan's eyes could not help but flash with a touch of reminiscence.

Recalling the many hardships he experienced in his youth and the many opponents he met, now all of them have returned to dust, and he was a little crazy for a while.

It took him a long time to come back to his senses, and he shook his head and said:

"Time flies, so many years have passed in the blink of an eye, who could have predicted what would happen in the future?"

"Yes, who could have predicted it."

The wax-faced old man sighed, and then changed the subject:

"But brother, please come forward and say that now in the Dongsheng Sect, since Brother Hui and Sister Yuan have passed away one after another, I am the only one left in the old generation of the sect. In the past, those nephews still cared about my face, but now that I am about to pass away, they have already... Alas!"

After listening to these words, Ji Lan was slightly silent.

His eyes swept over the wax-faced old man with white hair and a dead aura, and he sighed softly:

"Junior Brother Gao, you are still too obsessed... Hundreds of years of foundation, so what?"

"I used to work hard for this hundreds of years of foundation, just like you, and I felt that the affairs of the sect were the biggest things in the world. But after I entered the Nascent Soul with the help of the Lord, I suddenly looked back and found that this so-called hundreds of years of foundation was just a burden that held you and me."

He looked proud:

"Nascent Soul cultivators have a lifespan of 1,500 years. I can build two or three hundreds of years of foundation like this... But then what?"

He stared at the wax-faced old man and asked back:

"For this foundation, should I give everything I have?"

"Is this what I want?"

"Wouldn't that mean I built a cage and trapped myself in it?"

"Isn't that ridiculous?"

Hearing Ji Lan's words, the wax-faced old man didn't know how to answer for a while.

After a long silence, he finally spoke:

"I don't know whether it's funny or not, but if there is no cage... what's the meaning of my presence in this world?"

"Just be a spectator who is not stained by the dust?"

"Like the stubborn stone under your feet, it has stood here for countless thousands of years, watching the prosperity and desolation of the world? But it has nothing to do with it?"

Ji Lan was slightly startled.

It seems that he didn't expect that this junior brother who usually respected him so much, today facing his senior brother who has reached the Nascent Soul Realm, he would have such courage to speak his mind.

But after looking at the other party's extremely old face, the desire to argue in his heart dissipated, and he shook his head:

"Forget it, you are now in the game, I will not argue with you, when you are at the same level as me, you will know."

The wax-faced old man couldn't help but smile bitterly:

"Brother, do I still have this chance?"

"I know that people's hearts change with time, and I also know that rise and fall are the way of heaven, and I know that everyone has their own ambitions... But Dongsheng Sect, after all, is the place where you, brother, were raised and grew up. How can it be just a cage?"

Ji Lan was silent.

The wax-faced old man continued:

"Even if you regard Dongsheng Sect as a burden, it is not your fault, but Dongsheng Sect's fault. You don't have to care... But can you help me once for the sake of our many years of fellow disciples? Not for Dongsheng Sect, but for me, your junior brother."

For the first time, Ji Lan's face showed hesitation.

"Everyone has their own aspirations... What you said makes some sense..."

The wax-faced old man was overjoyed:

"Brother, you..."

However, before he finished speaking, Ji Lan suddenly raised his hand, his expression suddenly solemn.

At the same time, he quickly said in a deep voice:

"Don't talk!"

The wax-faced old man was a little surprised.

But he saw Ji Lan looking at the sky with an extremely solemn expression, as if he had noticed something that shocked him.

The wax-faced old man also looked up quickly.

However, except for the rolling sea of ​​clouds in the distance, it was a vast expanse of blue, clear and bright.

The wax-faced old man couldn't help but feel puzzled.

However, at this moment, a voice with a different accent and a little surprise suddenly came from the sky:

"A mere cultivator in the early stage of the Nascent Soul can detect us through the hidden formation... The cultivator of Feng Linzhou is quite capable."

A cultivator of Feng Linzhou?

The wax-faced old man was startled, and then his heart was shocked!

A cultivator from another continent? !

As soon as the thought came to mind, a shocking change occurred!

He felt an irresistible pure magic power instantly surrounding him. At the same time, a teleportation array pattern appeared in front of him, twisting rapidly, and a hole was formed almost at the same time.

At the moment the hole was formed, Ji Lan did not hesitate at all, and quickly dragged the wax-faced old man into the hole.

"It's Brother!"

The wax-faced old man was relieved.

At the same time, he was secretly happy.

Brother still couldn't forget the friendship of so many years.

It seems that the battle for the position of the leader of the Eastern Saint Sect will not cause any more waves this time.

The wax-faced old man thought about this.

Then his whole body shook violently!

He lowered his head in a daze, but found that his body - where there should be a body, was now empty.

"Brother!"

Swish!

After passing the hole of the teleportation array, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed.

However, Ji Lan's face was filled with a trace of extreme grief and anger.

The wax-faced old man in front of him, only a head was left.

He stared at Ji Lan with his eyes wide open.

The light in his eyes was fading little by little.

But there was still a trace of murmur in his mouth, which gradually faded:

"... Senior... Brother... Dong Sheng..."

"Senior Brother Gao!"

Feeling the complete extinction of the other party's aura, Ji Lan couldn't help but feel sad.

He didn't feel it before, but now he saw his only remaining fellow senior brother die tragically in front of him. While feeling sad, he suddenly felt a loneliness he had never felt before.

It was a kind of loneliness of his past that was completely cut off in the years.

From today on, no one will remember what he looked like when he was young, remember his romantic anecdotes when he was young, and remember everything when he was young.

There will never be anyone who can recall the past they have experienced together with him...

The death of a person begins with being forgotten.

And his first half of life... is already dead.

But at this moment,

The wax-faced old man's head suddenly turned, with a strange light flashing in his eyes, looking at Ji Lan:

"You run pretty fast!"

Two rays of light shot out of his eyes.

Ji Lan's pupils shrank suddenly!

"Possessed?! Or..."

He was horrified.

With a thought, a teleportation hole condensed behind him in an instant, and almost at the same time as the hole condensed, his body fell into the hole!

Wow!

The hole closed up at a very fast speed when he entered. Although the two rays of light were extremely fast, they still missed.

The wax-faced head turned in mid-air and frowned slightly:

"You can still run... But it's still a lot slower to perform remotely. The Suta Dharma didn't have time to capture this person's mind."

"Forget it, if that's the case, then speed up and push over directly."

Then with a thought, the spiritual light in the wax-faced head's eyes quickly disappeared.

The head also lost its support and fell down...

...

Wow!

A cave suddenly appeared above the endless green forest, and then a embarrassed figure flew out of it.

It was Ji Lan who escaped by chance in the crisis.

There was a trace of luck and a deep solemnity in his eyes:

"Where did this group of people come from?"

He was extremely sensitive to the fluctuations of space. Just now when he was on the top of the mountain, he faintly felt that a staggering number of Nascent Souls were flying quickly from the sky.

But he didn't see anyone passing by.

This immediately made him alert.

What he didn't expect was that there seemed to be an extraordinary existence in this group of people, who actually noticed his perception. Even though he fled quickly, he was still caught by a flaw.

But it might be that the other party didn't expect that he could continue to teleport, but he seized the opportunity and escaped successfully.

"Junior Brother Gao..."

The tragic death of the wax-faced old man flashed through Ji Lan's mind.

But he had no time to feel sad and angry. The first thought that came to his mind was:

"We have to report to the Lord!"

The presence of a large number of unidentified Yuanying-level beings from other continents appeared in the sky above the vassal states of the Great Jin Dynasty. This was obviously beyond his ability to deal with.

Thinking of this, he immediately activated a piece of Lingxi Stone in his hand.

This was also a special privilege for him as a disciple of the Lord, and he could contact the Lord directly.

However, what made him frown slightly was that the Lingxi Stone unexpectedly failed.

He felt something in his heart and turned back suddenly.

But he saw a golden pool with a dragon shadow hovering in the sky in the distance, wantonly stretching out a huge arc of light, spreading rapidly in all directions!

And flew towards the west at a very fast speed.

Below, there were huge dragon-headed ships with amazing regulations.

The pool was not big, but Ji Lan, who had been a disciple of the Lord for many years, finally woke up at this moment.

"This is... the Dragon Transformation Pool?!"

"These people are from the Huangji Continent?!"

"What are they going to do?!"

In his heart, he instantly had the answer.

Without any hesitation, Ji Lan quickly constructed the teleportation array again.

However, compared with the previous one, the speed of the teleportation array this time was much slower than usual.

"Is it because of the Dragon Pond?"

"But didn't the Lord's intelligence say that the Dragon Pond cannot be moved?"

Ji Lan was puzzled.

It took several breaths of time for a teleportation hole to be formed.

He didn't dare to waste time and flew in immediately.

At the same time as the hole was closed, a large ship landed silently.

Several Nascent Soul cultivators flew out of the ship, glanced at the place where Ji Lan was just now, and then shook their heads slightly.

"Let's go. It doesn't matter if one or two escape. Let's follow Mei Gong's instructions and quickly capture some live people to interrogate the situation of Da Jin."

"Yes."

...

"Da Jin is divided into three sects and one clan."

"The three sects are Changsheng Sect, Wanxiang Sect, and Youxian Temple. Among them, Changsheng Sect is the most powerful. The sect master is now a Shenhua cultivator. However, due to the limitations of heaven and earth, he no longer goes out. Elder An Changshou manages it on his behalf."

"Wanxiang Sect is second. Before the change of heaven, there was also a perfect Shenhua. Now the sect master is only a perfect Yuanying, and the deputy The sect leader is only in the early stage of Yuanying..."

"As for Youxian Temple, it has always been mysterious. Its location may only be known by a few people from the other two sects. The local cultivators we interrogated only know that there are few people in the temple, but they are all geniuses of the time."

"As for the 'one family', that is, the Qin family... the royal family of the old dynasty did occasionally have intersections with it, but the royal family of the old dynasty did not think much of the Qin family. We interrogated them and found that the current head of the Qin family is only in the late stage of Yuanying, not even perfect."

In the cabin of the speeding ship.

Wearing armor and looking like a young man, Meishan lowered his head and carefully reported the information he got from interrogating the local cultivators to the figure in front of him.

Yang Que listened to Meishan's report and flipped through the specific confessions reported at the same time.

He said thoughtfully:

"So, the Wanxiang Sect, the first one we are going to attack, has already declined beyond recognition?"

Meishan nodded:

"With a cultivator in the early stage of the Nascent Soul as the deputy sect leader, it is obvious that there is a lack of successors. The Wanxiang Sect is not worth worrying about... Meishan is more worried about the Changsheng Sect with the existence of the Divine Transformation cultivator and the Youxian Temple that is hard to find."

Hearing the words "early stage of the Nascent Soul".

Yang Que's mind suddenly appeared the figure of the young cultivator in the past for some reason.

"Also in the early stage of the Nascent Soul... No, it should be just a coincidence. That person is the deputy sect leader of the Original Demon Sect, not the Wanxiang Sect."

"And the early stage of the Nascent Soul should be just that person's disguise."

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look forward to the battle with the Original Demon Sect.

Over the years, he has specialized in studying the "Suda Zun Fa", and has specially tempered his ability to resist illusions, and also worn a magic weapon that can resist illusions.

In addition, he is now a spiritual cultivator, with a condensed spirit and a very stable soul.

This time, when he meets the opponent again, he is fully confident that he can ignore the opponent's illusion and easily defeat the opponent.

This is not only a stage end to his practice over the years, but also to get rid of the demons in his heart.

Slowly coming back to his senses, Meishan's voice continued:

"... conquering the Wanxiang Sect is a piece of cake. The three sects and one clan are said to be very united. When we attack the Wanxiang Sect, it is best to defeat it in one battle. We cannot afford to waste time and attract support from the other three parties."

"After conquering the Wanxiang Sect, we will quickly head west and take the capital of Dajin, extinguish the weaker Qin clan, and then head north to attack the Changsheng Sect. However, there are Divine Transformation cultivators in the Changsheng Sect. It is best for us to just surround them without attacking, ambush them secretly, eliminate the support of Youxian Temple, solve the worries, and then return to kill the Divine Transformation of the Changsheng Sect... In this way, Dajin can be easily conquered!"

Speaking of the war, Meishan was in high spirits:

"Although only half of our Nascent Soul cultivators have come this time, there are still a thousand of them! With the protection of the Dragon Transformation Pool, even if they are exhausted, they can still kill these people!"

Listening to Meishan's impassioned speech, he has clearly planned the future of Dajin.

Yang Que couldn't help but smile:

"I have Mr. Mei, like a fish in water, like a tiger with wings!"

Meishan bowed:

"It is my great fortune to meet your majesty!"

Yang Que couldn't help but joke:

"How did Mr. Mei learn from Mr. Qian?"

Meishan blushed immediately.

As he was talking, the guards' report came from outside the cabin:

"Your majesty, Mr. Mei, the Wanxiang Sect is here."

"So fast."

Yang Que was a little surprised.

Then he looked at Meishan.

Nodding:

"Go."

Meishan saluted with his fists, then pushed open the cabin door and walked out.

Seeing the scene outside, he was stunned.

He saw two huge peaks rising straight into the clouds.

Almost poking into the strong wind layer.

Three vigorous and powerful characters hung in the air, condensed and not scattered:

Wanxiang Sect!

Beyond these two peaks, as far as the eye can see, the fairy air is lingering and the peaks are lush.

The sound of bells is faint and the wonderful music is bursting.

What a fairy atmosphere.

Even taking a look, there is a feeling of being in a fairyland.

"The earth is the threshold, the mountain is the door frame, and the sky is the door lintel, which means that the world is all in the sect?"

"What a great spirit!"

In the cabin, Yang Que couldn't help but exclaimed.

Meishan outside the cabin had a complicated and admiring look in his eyes.

He was from a sect, but the sects in Huangjizhou were suppressed and secretly hid from Daqian's hunting. It was good enough to be alive.

Even with all my imagination, I never thought that the mountain gate of a sect could be built so magnificently.

It was even close to being lavish.

Its style was not inferior to that of the capital of the Great Qian Empire.

Compared with the desolate Wanxiang Sect in front of me, the sects in Huangjizhou were simply too shabby.

And now the people of these sects had to serve Yang Que like dogs.

But the Wanxiang Sect could still be so free and easy.

In my heart, a touch of jealousy and hatred due to envy arose.

He said in a cold voice:

"You evil sect, occupying the precious land in vain!"

"How dare you be so arrogant!"

"Today I will destroy your mountain gate and kill your disciples!"

As he spoke, a heavy hammer suddenly flew out of his hand, soaring in the air, suddenly becoming larger, and smashing heavily towards the two peaks!

Large ships were lined up all around, with more than a thousand Nascent Soul cultivators and an even more astonishing number of Golden Core cultivators standing guard around, some with their arms folded, some whispering, some smiling, watching the excitement leisurely.

Among them, many former sect cultivators, seeing Meishan take action, had a strong sense of expectation in their eyes. If they were not afraid to compete with Meishan, they would have been unable to resist taking action.

Such an amazing sect, there are countless cultivation resources hidden in it.

If they can occupy it, even if they can't eat much meat, the oil alone is enough for them to practice for a long time.

So everyone is jealous and eager.

Seeing that the heavy hammer is about to hit the giant peak.

Meishan narrowed his eyes.

At this moment.

A long wooden stick suddenly flew out from the depths of the Wanxiang Sect!

It quickly grew larger and spanned the sky and the earth!

It hit the heavy hammer with a bang.

The extremely solid heavy hammer that killed countless enemies shattered from it.

The spiritual power surged, and the fragments rolled back immediately.

Several Nascent Soul cultivators who were close but did not react were hit instantly!

A few muffled sounds, the terrifying power instantly shattered the bodies of these people at the same time!

Only a few Nascent Souls were left to flee in embarrassment.

Meishan's eyes narrowed suddenly!

In the air, the vast fleet also suddenly became quiet.

Some people even couldn't help but retreat in shock.

At the same time.

Deep in the Wanxiang Sect.

A slightly strange voice suddenly sounded:

"You... went the wrong way!" (End of this chapter)