Chapter 717: The Strongest Trump Card of the Former Wendao Sect

"The ancient heaven is our Taoist sect?"

He had heard that there were so many powerful people in heaven in ancient times, including the Heavenly Lord, the leader, the four emperors, the protector king, and all kinds of geniuses.

Especially when the ancient ancestor of the Feng Clan defeated Supreme Zhu Tian, ​​and Leader Yun captured two half-immortals alive.

Wait a minute, two half-immortals?

The Xiantian Taoist suddenly remembered the Nightmare Supreme and the Void Supreme imprisoned in Prison Peak.

Aren't these the two half-immortals rumored to be?

He was shocked by the news one after another at Prisoner Peak and lost the ability to think. Now that he came back to his senses, he realized that it was impossible for Leader Yun to take the initiative to give the two half-immortals to the Taoist Sect.

Unless Leader Yun is their Taoist sect!

This way, everything is explained!

That’s not right. Tianting Sect originated in ancient times. Could it be that their Taoist Sect is actually a major sect in ancient times?

How come he doesn't know about this?

"To be precise, some members of our sect are from the Heavenly Church." Lu Yang corrected.

"Our ancient heaven is here to wipe out all the demon sects, so we endure the humiliation and pretend to be the demon sect."

Taoist Xiantian looked at Lu Yang strangely.

Pretending to be the demon sect, pretending to be the leader of the demon sect?

The strength shown by the ancient heaven was enough to sweep the world several times in their time.

While they were talking, the four of them came to the bamboo forest outside the sect. Deep in the bamboo forest, a gurgling stream flowed.

"Senior He Ling, please come out and see me." Yunzhi said loudly.

The calm stream became rapid, a fountain formed on the river surface, and a vicissitudes of life figure appeared on the fountain.

"What's the matter?" He Ling asked calmly.

"Little Green!" When Xiantian Taoist saw He Ling, his eyes lit up and he blurted out He Ling's nickname.

He Ling's face was a little confused, why would anyone know his name now?

No, he doesn't admit it's his name.

"Who are you?" He Ling turned his attention to the Xiantian Taoist and did not recognize this young man.

"It's me, I'm Qi Tongtian." Taoist Xiantian introduced himself excitedly. He didn't expect that Heling Xiaolu was still there.

The history of Xixi is older than Taoism.

Before Taoist Buddhism appeared, the stream produced a little aura, but at that time this aura had not yet produced spiritual wisdom.

When the Xiantian Taoist went out to travel, he accidentally discovered something strange in the stream, so he locked this spiritual light in the stream to ensure that it would not dissipate, and brought the stream back to the Taoist sect. This is how the later river spirit came into being.

If we really count, it is not an exaggeration to say that Xiantian Taoist has life-saving grace, so He Ling has been guarding Taoism.

"Holy shit, are you Qi Tongtian? Are you still alive?" He Ling showed a rare expression of excitement when he saw the Taoist Xiantian, and he couldn't stop smiling.

"He's still alive, but he had an accident." Taoist Xiantian scratched his head and smiled sheepishly.

"It seems that the accident is not small. These people have become mortals."

"As long as you're alive, that's enough."

"That's right, you've always had this mentality."

"The Taoist Sect today is incredible. It's completely different from when you first founded it." He Ling saw with his own eyes how the Taoist Sect became stronger step by step.

Taoist Xiantian nodded: "I can see that the juniors are working hard and are much better than me."

The two of them were talking excitedly about things that only they knew.

The two met after 120,000 years, and it was as if they had returned to the Dayu period. They had endless things to say. They chatted for a long time before stopping for a moment, showing that they still had something to say.

Yunzhi reminded from the side: "You two seniors, you can chat anytime you want in the future. There is one person you haven't met yet, Grandmaster."

Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou were puzzled. They calculated that all the senior leaders of the Taoist Sect had seen it.

Who hasn't seen it?

"That's right, we haven't seen everyone yet, let's go." Taoist Xiantian slapped his forehead, remembering that he couldn't spend all his time here.

"Xiao Lu, see you later."

He Ling laughed and scolded: "I told you I don't want this bad name. Come back and think of a new name for me!"

"Senior Sister, is there anyone else among us who hasn't met?" Lu Yang asked in a low voice.

"Yes, there is one left. You will know when you get there."

The last senior executive was far away from here. The senior sister once again picked off a piece of cloud and took the three of them into the boat.

Prairie, Prison Peak, the original site of Xijian Pond...the clouds flew over these places without any intention of slowing down.

They reached the depths of Taoism, which Lu Yang and his two men had never been before, and then stopped in a desolate mountain.

"This is Cangmang Mountain, the retreat place of a senior sect."

"The reason why you haven't seen him is because he has been in retreat."

"And he has a special status, and few people know about him."

As the senior sister spoke, she pushed aside the withered vines to reveal the cave behind.

"Senior, are you here? If you are not in retreat, please come out."

Not long after, a young voice came from the cave. It sounded like a young man about the same age as Xiantian Taoist.

"Why are you shouting so loudly? Do you know that you should respect the elderly?"

The immortal fairy in the spiritual space let out a soft sigh.

Before Lu Yang could ask what was wrong, he saw a young man walking out of the cave with an impatient look on his face.

"Let me introduce you. This is the ancestor of our sect, Zhongxing. The Lord of the Vast Sea has no boundaries."

"!!!"

This time it was Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou's turn to be shocked.

Hanhai Daojun, the ancestor of Zhongxing fifty thousand years ago!

Is he still alive?

Didn't it mean that he only had the period of transcending tribulation?

"No, he is a half-immortal." The Immortal Fairy revealed the realm of the Taoist Master Hanhai.

"You are busy in retreat, why are you looking for me?"

The existence of the Taoist Master Hanhai is the strongest trump card of the Wendao Sect. He will not take action unless the sect is at the critical moment of life and death.

At least it was like this before Yunzhi joined the Wendao Sect.

After Yunzhi joined the Wendao Sect, his practice progressed by leaps and bounds. The Taoist Master Hanhai felt that this junior was a plastic talent, so he proposed to give him some advice.

Then he was beaten to a pulp by Yunzhi, foaming at the mouth, and fell to the ground.

From then on, he was determined to work hard, prove the Tao and become an immortal, and restore the dignity of being the ancestor of the revival, so he retreated in the depths of the Wendao Sect.

From then on, he disappeared from the Wendao Sect.

"We found a senior, maybe you need to meet him."

"Oh, which junior is it?" Fang Wuya asked casually. He was the ancestor of the revival. To Yunzhi, he was a senior, and to him, they were all juniors.

"This one." Yunzhi flashed and revealed the Xiantian Taoist.

"We found the founder of our sect, the Xiantian Taoist Qi Tongtian."

"Hello, I'm Qi Tongtian." Xiantian Taoist was as polite as ever.

"Grandmaster?"

Fang Wuya was shocked.

Originally, he had the highest status in the Wendao Sect. Whether in terms of cultivation or seniority, he was the first.

Later, Yunzhi appeared, causing his cultivation to be the second in the Wendao Sect.

Now, he is not even the oldest in seniority.