Daqin: Who does this throne give to me?

"Hahaha!" Zhao Wen laughed wildly.

Laughter echoed in the formation space of the Tiangang Disha formation.

With Zhu Mei's mouth, all the spiritual roots and elixir in the entire Qingcheng Mountain Gate were wiped out at once.

If Zhao Wen is not mistaken, there are even elixir and spiritual roots that have grown for 10,000+ years, and this time they were collected by Zhao Wen into the Tiangang Disha Formation.

This level of spiritual root and elixir can be called the foundation of a world.

Although the law contained in it grows extremely slowly, as long as the spiritual root exists, it will continue to grow.

If the Daqin World has millions of 10,000+ year-old elixir, even if Zhao Wen does nothing, just relying on the laws contained in the growth of these spirit roots and elixir can push the Daqin World to the next level.

It was as if he had planted all the aged spiritual roots and elixir in various mountains just to nourish the earth and spiritual veins.

Cultivating these elixir and making up for the slight deficiencies in the laws of heaven and earth in the future will also be of great benefit to heaven and earth.

Zhao Wen naturally knew that an ancient cultivation sect like Qingcheng must have other planting bases, and the cultivation in the sect was only a small part of it.

But even being part of the facade made him feel like he had gained a lot.

After returning to Qingcheng once, the whole Shushan world seemed to be silent again.

Perhaps for the monks in the Shushan world, they all know that this silence is only a very short fall, and when it erupts, it will inevitably shake the world.

But for Zhao Wen, now is the most convenient time for him to act.

The Tiangang Disha array returned to the waist, looked at the direction, and flew straight towards the Xuanyuan Emperor's Mausoleum.

In the Emei sect, Qi Shuming sat in the middle wearing a moon white Taoist robe, with dozens of monks of varying strengths sitting below him.

What's even more weird is that these people are divided into two rows, one row is from the Buddhist sect, and the other row is from the Taoist sect. In the entire Shushan world, only the top leaders of the Emei sect can be so weird.

"Ascetic Toutuo is dead, and the murderer is Zhao Wen, the elder of Qingcheng sect!"

After such a long time, the calculation of the heavenly secrets has not yielded any results, as if this character does not exist in the world at all.

But the general trend of the world is in Emei, how could there be no retribution for killing the elders of the Emei sect.

When Zhao Wen crossed the catastrophe, the Tiangang Disha formation spread out and occupied tens of thousands of miles of sky, and he saw not just one or two.

It's just that the formation of tens of thousands of miles in size is too amazing, especially after the catastrophe, the formation has changed.

It was originally only a top-level formation, but it suddenly exuded a terrifying sense of oppression.

This extremely sudden change, after several old seniors explained, the elders of the Emei faction knew that the opponent's formation was already transforming into a fairy formation.

Qi Shuming's voice was extremely calm, echoing throughout the hall.

"For this Zhao Wen who suddenly joined the Qingcheng faction, and the Qingcheng faction, how should I, Emei, deal with it? Can elders have a solution?"

Ascetic Toutuo was killed, and several temples in Emei were destroyed one after another. This is something that has never happened in the past hundreds of years.

The greatest reputation of the Emei Sect in the cultivation world is that the number of days belongs to Emei in the secret. Once the number of days is broken, the merit and luck planned by countless people will also disappear, and the matter of ascending through this wave of merit and luck will become empty talk.

The faces of the elders of the Emei sect suddenly darkened.

"My Emei's Liangyi Dust is already close to the fairy formation, if everyone is willing to work together, it may not be impossible to add a fairy formation to my Emei!"

Xuan Zhenzi glanced coldly at the elders of Emei who had different thoughts, they all wanted benefits but didn't want to contribute.

Back then, I had mentioned that all the elders would work together and pay some price to refine the Liangyi Mote Formation into an immortal formation, which would definitely add a layer of protection to Emei.

But apart from Qi Shuming, the head of the sect, none of the dozens of elders agreed.

If the Liangyi Mochen Sacrifice was directly refined into an immortal array that day, the number of days was in Emei, so why bother with a small Qingcheng faction.

"It will consume at least half of my spiritual power to refine the Liangyi Mote Sacrifice into the Immortal Formation, and it will take several years. If the number changes today, my Emei is already in crisis, how dare I consume it like this!"

There was a sneer in Master Shan Xia's eyes, joining Emei was just a name, and he would gain some merit in the future.

Emei is the only one who benefits from cultivating a fairy formation, but he has to spend half of his spiritual energy and several years of time. With this time and consumption, he can also get merit from other places, so why bother to stay in the Emei sect and be an only famous person? head of the elders.

"This matter is still under discussion!" Master Youtan didn't want to pay such a high price for a little merit and luck, so he also shook his head and refused.

"Everyone is also my Emei elder. After Emei is stabilized, it will be good for everyone. Is it really necessary to be so heartless!" The drunk Taoist stood up and shouted angrily.

As soon as the drunken Taoist finished speaking, a breath that seemed to be dead silent suddenly suppressed his head, and at the same time came a murderous intent, without any hesitation, the body instinctively retreated in the opposite direction of the murderous intent.

The murderous intention dissipated, and the drunk Taoist noticed that he had retreated far outside the elder hall, and he didn't even notice who shot him just now.

His expression froze, and bitterness instantly appeared on his face.

The gap in strength was too great, and he couldn't stand alongside other people in the hall at all. Now that he had exited the hall, how could he have the face to enter it.

"Drunk Taoist, after discussing for so long, when will the master avenge my master!" The smiling monk with a cold face appeared directly in front of the drunk Taoist like a phantom, contemptuously seeing that this strength might not be as good as his own The elder asked in a cold voice.

The drunken Taoist glanced coldly at the monk, thinking of the strength of the other party, he felt bitter in his heart, shook his head, and a sword light flashed, and he had already flown towards the outside of Mount Emei.

He was kicked out directly, but he didn't even know who made the shot, so how could he have the face to sit down in the hall again.

He hadn't noticed it before, but now he realized that the number of Buddhist elders of the Emei sect was not much different from the number of Taoist elders.

But in terms of strength, the strength of the Buddhist elders is far above the Taoist elders.

After all, although I am the elder of Emei, it is because of my seniority, not my strength.

If he was really capable, how would a junior like Monk Xiao dare to be so presumptuous in front of him.

Everyone knows that sacrificing the Liangyi Mote Formation is the most beneficial to the Emei Sect.

But when the strength of the Buddhist elders exceeds that of the Daoist elders, today's discussion is doomed to have no results.

As for the revenge for the ascetic Thutuo, he remembered it, and none of the elders, including the head, mentioned it.

Even a figure like Ascetic Toutuo, who has already stood at the top of the world, can only die in vain if he dies.

If I am like this, if I don't leave early, I will really think that I am Elder Emei, and I am afraid that I will not know how I died!