After my death, I became the white moonlight of the whole cultivation world

Chapter 364
Compared with the last time, they are also more low-key this time, but they each hold their own swords, and they quickly crossed the sky like streams of air, and fell down in an orderly manner.

The leader was a middle-aged Taoist priest, who was also in the early stage of transforming into a god, with an unsmiling appearance, standing far away from Chaotianzong and the other two sects, and then only nodded at a distance, which was regarded as a greeting.

It didn't show much arrogance, but it did exude a strong sense of distance, which made the disciples of the Golden Core in Chaotianzong feel a little dissatisfied.

——After all, they are recognized as the number one sect in the cultivation world, but Guiyuanguan behaves as if they are a little more lonely than them.

They couldn't help but hold their heads high, showing a condescending look.

Yun Weixian, who glimpsed this scene out of the corner of his eye, had no idea, but reconfirmed that Cheng Hao was not in the team.

Because he didn't have much contact with the inner sect before, Yun Weixian thought that he would see that again this time, Cheng Hao, a Jindan disciple who tried to embarrass them twice and three times, but all ended in failure. .

Zongzheng Yuxuan and the four of them had already been subdued by her, so he was the only one left.

It's a pity that I didn't follow this time.

Originally, she thought that this time there were so many people in the inner sect, and they had only three people here, and she could find an appropriate opportunity to place an order and attract people to the bait.

But now it seems that she really can only follow in and play, and untie the wooden trap that Ning Qingyuan gave her by the way.

Thinking of this, Yun Weixian looked at Guiyuan's audience again. Apart from the elder, standing at the top of the group of disciples was still the familiar face Ling Yunshao.

And including him, there are a total of thirteen Jindan disciples from Guiyuanguan.

But all of them have swords and gray-white hair bands fluttering in the wind. On this barren land, they are indeed the most conspicuous existences among all the people who have arrived.

After waiting for another hour or so, people from many sects arrived one after another.

There were mostly scattered small sects, and they seemed to have made an appointment in advance, and they stood in a group after landing.

Among them, there is a sect called Wenxin Island who came all the way from the South China Sea. It sounds like it has emerged within a hundred years.

Because it sits on the islands in the sea, and most of them recruited some disciples who were fishermen, they found a new way to mine seabed ores, so they rose very quickly and became a new sect known far and wide in the cultivation world.

This time also came a total of twenty Golden Core disciples, dressed in moon-white uniform disciple uniforms, mighty and eye-catching.

Then there is a school near the sea, which Yun Weixian also cares about.

——The Lieyu Building in Tancheng near the East China Sea.

Tancheng is very close to the south of the Yangtze River, but it should be more accurate to use Jiangbei to describe it, and there is a difference between the north and the south with the real north, so it has become an independent but not very lively existence.

Lieyulou is an old sect, transformed from a long-ago assassin organization, and the weapons used are all light or common objects.

And it was just a code name at that time, everyone was hidden in the crowd, and communicated with various unique contact methods.

Later, it was said that it developed into a sect of self-cultivation, but because the organization was almost disbanded and there were not many people left, it was underestimated and ignored for a long time.

Now hundreds of years have passed, and they have become decent. There are nearly a dozen people here, and their dark blue disciple uniforms make them look low-key and capable.

Thinking about it, no one is looking into their predecessors anymore. Although they just nodded to each other lukewarmly, they did not arouse a lot of discussion.

And people arrived almost, and the time came to noon, the entrance of the Remains of the Setting Sun, in the ruins of a broken wall, slowly opened as if a crack had been torn open.

(End of this chapter)