Chapter 135 Yingzhao
The gathering place of the northern border of the Immortal Court.
As time goes by, Dong Wanggong has already attracted a large number of independent cultivators from the northern border.
There are those who have betrayed their clans, independent cultivators with innate power, one of the ten thousand clans, and countless independent cultivators.
The luck of the Immortal Court is growing day by day, and now it has reached an outrageous level.
Although it is not as good as the three clans in the past, it should not be underestimated.
Dong Wanggong is almost unable to suppress his own cultivation.
With the blessing of luck, he often has a small enlightenment every three years and a big enlightenment every hundred years, which makes him extremely distressed.
At least he has to wait until the Taoist Ancestor passes on the method of beheading the three corpses before he can consider the problem of beheading the corpses and break through that realm.
However, there are still many improvements.
At least the foundation has been condensed to the point where it cannot be condensed any more.
Invincible at the same level, that is what Dong Wanggong is now.
In the prehistoric world, Dong Wanggong is at least 60-40 in the same state of Daluo perfection.
After all... those who should break through have broken through.
Eighty thousand years is enough to change a lot of things.
The same is true for the prehistoric world.
In the past tens of thousands of years, Dong Wanggong has become increasingly distressed.
There is no other reason, because he really found someone doing the same thing as him.
"Emperor Jun? Or who else?" Dong Wanggong frowned deeply, thinking in his heart.
'If it is Emperor Jun, why doesn't he see others? Could it be that they are all his subordinates? How can he trust them so much?
'If it is not Emperor Jun, who else can it be? '
Dong Wanggong recalled the three thousand guests in the Zixiao Palace that year.
There are definitely no more than a handful of people who can have such ability.
Dong Wanggong only knows that there is one person who has such a mind...
But now, Emperor Jun does not show up and 'hides' in the Sun Star.
The one who does the same thing as him is just the patriarch of the Lion Clan, who is in the Great Luo Perfection of the Dao Realm and one of the five royal clans under Qilin back then.
Moreover, they are very secretive in their actions. Once there is any disturbance, they will just run away without even looking back.
"Forget it." Dong Wanggong shook his head and sighed:
"When he develops enough, we will take him under our command."
Dong Wanggong is so confident.
With the current luck of his Immortal Court, I don't believe that no one will not take the bait.
One day, his Immortal Court will reach the level of the three tribes back then, and surpass the three tribes, and even step on the Dragon Tribe.
"Four great Luos are perfect, three hundred Daluo Jinxians, and thousands of Taiyi Jinxians." Dong Wanggong had a slight smile on his lips.
After several years of busy work, he gained a lot.
Sensing the luck under the suppression of the 12th-grade Pure World White Lotus, Dong Wanggong's smile became even more intense.
"The Yellow Tribe... Seven Daluo Jinxians." Dong Wanggong pondered for a moment.
Let's win over this last tribe. The time is almost up.
The foundation of the Huang clan is not inferior at all, and it is worthy of the title of the Five Immortals.
There are seven Daluo Jinxians, which is more than the Leopard Clan, which only has six.
But the Sky Leopard Clan has two Daluo Perfection, which is the most critical.
After pulling the last Huang clan into the Immortal Court, Dong Wanggong prepared for the Zixiao Second Lecture.
Now it is not until the next Zixiao, and even the two Yuanhui will be held.
"Qin Yuan, call everyone over."
Dong Wanggong's voice resounded through the hall. Qin Yuan, who was standing outside the hall, understood and responded immediately:
"Yes, Lord Immortal Emperor!"
That's right, Dong Wanggong is no longer a venerable now, he is the emperor of the Immortal Court, called the Immortal Emperor!
While waiting for everyone to gather, Dong Wanggong suddenly remembered:
'It seems that there is another Daluo Perfection great man in the North, named Ying Zhao...
'There is also him in Zixiao Palace, with wings on his back, half a lucky beast...
'After the next lecture, I can win him over. ’
At the same time, somewhere in the north.
On the coast of the Endless North Sea, there is an unnamed hill, where two Taoists are sitting.
One is the chieftain of the Lion Clan, Shi Lie, and the other is Ying Zhao.
“Thank you for coming as promised.” Shi Lie clasped his fists and bowed.
“No problem.”
Ying Zhao, who was sitting opposite him, had long gray hair, a handsome face, a pair of white wings on his back, and a white robe with cloud patterns.
“There is no need to be so formal about our friendship.” Ying Zhao smiled and bowed:
“What is the matter, Shi Lie? Just tell me.”
“Ah~” Shi Lie sighed, and the sadness in his eyes was visible to the naked eye:
“It’s better not to say it, it’s better not to say it.”
Ying Zhao’s smile froze for a moment, and finally continued:
“Fellow Daoist, just tell me.”
If you don’t tell me, why did you ask me to come?
Ying Zhao didn’t understand who this old lion learned this ‘hypocrisy’ from.
Shi Lie suddenly became serious:
"You don't have to worry about your tribe, so I don't think you can empathize with me."
"Tribe?" Ying Zhao raised his eyebrows slightly:
"But what happened in the Lion Tribe? It must be a big deal to make you so distressed."
"Witch tribe!" Shi Lie spoke solemnly, and his solemn eyes surprised Ying Zhao.
"Witch tribe?" Ying Zhao frowned slightly:
"Did the Witch tribe attack your Lion tribe?"
Who doesn't know about the Witch tribe?
"Ah." Shi Lie sighed again:
"Although they didn't attack my tribe, it will be soon...
"You know, my tribe is at the border of the northeast, and has a good geographical location.
"But what can we do? Now the east has all become the Witch tribe. Now my Lion tribe has to worry!"
Ying Zhao heard his fingers tapping on the table, and was silent for a long time before speaking:
"Your fellow, why don't we move the whole tribe? It should be fine to move to the North Sea."
"But that's where my tribe lives and reproduces for thousands of Yuanhui!" Shi Lie looked sad:
"The position of the patriarch of my tribe has been passed down to me for the sixth generation.
It's been so hard to wait for the three tribes to stop the war, but now the Witch tribe has come. My tribe is suffering!"
Hearing this, Ying Zhao fell silent.
The ‘constraint’ of race is indeed the greatest constraint in the world.
No one can escape from it.
Shi Lie had a sad face, but at a certain moment, he glanced at Ying Zhao.
Seeing Ying Zhao’s empathy, he couldn’t help but feel happy and changed the subject:
“But…”
“But?” Ying Zhao looked at Shi Lie:
“Does Daoist friend have a chance?”
Ying Zhao, who was extremely kind by nature, had already resonated with Shi Lie.
Why is Ying Zhao called a half-auspicious beast?
It is because of his ‘kind heart’. Although he is a casual cultivator in the ‘dangerous’ northern border, he loves to help others the most.
“I met someone!” Shi Lie said mysteriously:
“Please listen carefully.”
Seeing his mysterious look, Ying Zhao was also a little curious and leaned his head forward.
Shi Lie then told the story:
"I met a man named Di Jun, the Lord of the Sun Star, who was kindhearted and went into the wilderness with his brother... blah blah
"Di Jun once said that he had no intention of competing for supremacy, but knew the suffering of the people... blah blah."
Shi Lie exaggerated a series of things about Di Jun.
For example, he met and fought with Ju Mang, and it became that they were about to die tragically at Ju Mang's mouth, and Di Jun risked his life to help them.
There was also the story that Tai Yi fought Gong Gong for three thousand years without a clear winner.
And how kind Di Jun was, how he treated them as human beings, and his purpose was very simple, which was to form an alliance to fight against the witch tribe...
One after another, Ying Zhao was stunned.
This old lion...how did he become like this now.