Longevity and Immortal Cultivation: Starting from Controlling Your Own Essence.

Chapter 241
"I'm afraid something bad will happen..."

The short and fat Golden Core cultivator felt worried.

These days, they didn't just wait by Mo Yuan's side, but used various means to collect information, and got a good understanding of the basic situation of the major forces in Da Mo.

For one thing, the other party is a local snake, and they are also acting together. They have more advantages than outsiders like them, and no one dares not to take it seriously.

Secondly, these powerful factions in Damo must know much more about the ancient Moyuan in the territory than them, so it is definitely right to stare at their actions.

And the ancestor Mingyuan of the Liyuan sect returned to Damo with great fanfare, and of course they knew this key information.

"One ancestor Mingyuan is enough to deal with it, and now there is another ancestor Qingxu!"

The chunky monk frowned and gritted his teeth fiercely, as if he had made up his mind:

"No, we can't sit still like this."

"The strength of these Damo local factions is too strong. Once we go deep into Moyuan, how can we win against them?"

In the depths of Moyuan, the space is distorted and vast, but the treasures of heaven and earth are limited after all.

It can be said that there are dozens of Jindan monks who can use the Kuroshio to penetrate below [-] feet, and most of them gather in the same depth area between [-] and [-] feet.

Once a dispute breaks out at that time, how can they make it through with a mess on their side and a large number of people on the other side?
"This is indeed a problem..."

The Golden Core cultivator opposite him clenched the folding fan in his hand, frowned and said:
"Then in order to deal with this situation, there is only one way to form an alliance."

The chunky Golden Core cultivator nodded slightly, agreed with his opinion, and said:

"This matter has to be done as soon as possible, so as not to have long nights and dreams."

…………

In the middle of Damo, Liyuan faction.

The mountain gate of the Liyuan sect is very strange, it is imitated from Moyuan, and it is a thousand zhang deep pit made after the day after tomorrow.

At this moment: At the bottom of the thousand-foot deep pit, in the exclusive area of ​​the suzerain, there is a closed hall.

Inside the hall, the candlelight was dim and dim.

"Zizzizi..."

The continuous slight sound, like the humming of thousands of mosquitoes and flies, was cut by some invisible thing, fine and sharp.

Ancestor Ming Yuan, dressed in a black robe and with disheveled hair, sat cross-legged on the cloud bed in the center of the hall.

He looks about six to seventy years old, with white hair and beard, and his old face is full of majesty. At this moment, his eyes are closed, and he seems to be immersed in spiritual practice.

And behind him:

A group of black shadows are constantly stretching, twisting, and rotating. Under the light of the dim candlelight, it looks like the night sky struggling to burst out at the end of the setting sun.

But in the end, this group of 'Night Curtain' couldn't really break free, but with a heavy and forceful inhalation sound, all of them were reintroduced into the body of the ancestor of Mingyuan.

"enough!"

The ancestor Mingyuan suddenly opened his eyes, revealing a gloomy light, and reprimanded:
"Restrain your restlessness, don't ruin my event!"

"I'm not ready to turn into a demon cultivator yet. My lifespan is only so long. If I miss this opportunity, everything will be over!"

There was obviously no one in the closed hall, but it seemed that something understood what he said.

The breath on his body rose rapidly from the solitude of the sky, as bright as the morning sun, and finally transformed into the darkness like the night.

"very good."

Patriarch Mingyuan's expression eased a lot, and he said to himself:

"Combination benefits both, and division leads to defeat. I have said this many times."

"Waiting for hundreds of years, I think you are not short of such a little time..."

As he spoke, he stood up, swung his sleeves, and the door of the temple opened with a bang.

"Let's go, that patriarch Qingxu is here, let's just go and meet him."

The patriarch Mingyuan swaggered out of the hall, and turned into a black rainbow light in a leap, flying away into the sky in an instant.

After two hours:
Outside Moyuan, Zhang Yao, Jiuhua Patriarch, Master Heiyuan and other Jindan monks are still waiting here.

However, they were not on the viewing platform, but returned to the Dao Palace below the platform, each sitting cross-legged in meditation, practicing profound arts, waiting for Mo Yuan to stir up, or give birth to a bigger sign.

In a quiet room of the Taoist Palace:
"Huh, huh..."

Zhang Yao's long breaths were accompanied by astonishingly cold air rising, which was blocked by the array he arranged casually and did not seep out a bit.

The large-scale eruption of the Kuroshio is imminent, so he naturally has to seize all the time to practice the idea of ​​the chilling god.

According to his plan:

Once the Wujian Yintu has been practiced and the Wujian Shadow Walking Technique has been refined, it is necessary to complete all the five-phase supernatural powers before you can start to refine the five-phase chakra.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Zhang Yao seemed to have sensed something, and quickly stopped his work and withdrew the formation.

Just a few breaths later:
"Daoist Qingxu."

Master Heiyuan's voice came from outside the door:

"I'm really sorry for bothering you."

"However, my master has arrived, and I invite you to come and see him."

"Okay, I'll go right now."

Zhang Yao responded.

soon:

In the main hall of the Daoist Palace, Zhang Yao met Master Heiyuan's master - the ancestor of Mingyuan.

The ancestor of Mingyuan occupied the seats without hesitation, and beside him stood two men in black with vigorous breath and expressionless faces.

Judging from their breath, they are indeed equivalent to the monks in the middle stage of Jindan, and they should be the two helpers who followed the ancestor Mingyuan as the ancestor Jiuhua and others said earlier.

"Ok?"

Zhang Yao felt suspicious, squinted his eyes, and glanced at the two men in black.

In his spiritual perception, the aura of these two people is almost exactly the same, and their bodies are very similar, but they are wearing black iron masks, so they can't see their faces clearly.

This is very strange. After all, even twin monks who practice the same technique have obvious differences in mana and spirit.

"There is a problem with the identities of these two people..."

Zhang Yao made such a judgment almost without thinking about it.

It's not surprising that the majestic middle-stage Golden Core powerhouse looks like a guard and servant.

But the ancestor Mingyuan was also a monk from the southwest, and he was not the core second generation of any super power, and his background was just ordinary. How could this kind of ability make two middle-stage golden core monks follow him wholeheartedly?
"These two men in black are probably not normal monks."

"Puppet? Refining corpse? Or something else?"

A thought flashed in Zhang Yao's mind, but he didn't notice it on the surface, and bowed his hands politely.

"Pindao has seen Fellow Daoist Mingyuan."

Ancestor Mingyuan also got up, and solemnly returned a salute:
"Fellow Taoist Qingxu, I have admired your name for a long time."

After a few words of politeness, the two separated the host and guest and sat down again.

At this time, Zhang Yao secretly observed Patriarch Jiuhua and the others, and found that their expressions were normal, as if they hadn't noticed the abnormality of the two men in black at all.

"It seems that everyone is a master of pretending to be confused..."

Zhang Yao understood immediately, so he withdrew his gaze and stopped paying attention.

He didn't want to ask about the secrets of the ancestor Mingyuan, anyway, the two are still allies at present, and they have to support each other after leaving Moyuan.

Inside the main hall:

Ancestor Mingyuan seemed to be a straightforward person, after a few pleasantries, he went straight to the topic and talked about the issues that everyone was most concerned about:
"Before, our numbers were always inconsistent, so I didn't mention this matter."

"Now that Fellow Daoist Qingxu has also come, we have a total of ten Golden Core cultivators with strong strength. In the battle of Mo Yuan, we will definitely have a great advantage."

"However, in order to ensure that we can cooperate sincerely and unite as one, it is best to agree in advance on the division of treasures after entering Mo Yuan and sign a deed."

As he spoke, he paused for a moment, and his eyes swept over everyone in the hall.

Master Heiyuan sat upright, motionless, while Patriarch Jiuhua, Sovereign Yingmo, Third Patriarch Chen and others whispered to each other.

The ancestor Ming Yuan's eyes swept over these people, and finally fixed on Zhang Yao, and said:

"Fellow Daoist Qingxu, what do you think? Do you have any suggestions?"

Zhang Yao chuckled and gestured:
"Guest as you wish."

"I don't have much opinion on the distribution of treasures, as long as it can guarantee fairness."

"it is good."

Ancestor Mingyuan nodded slightly, and said:

"That's how it is. The practice world respects strength, and treasures are divided according to this rule. By the way, some people have no thoughts that they shouldn't have."

"After entering Moyuan, everyone must do their best. They cannot steal or play tricks, don't work hard, and they must not betray their teammates."

"The two fellow daoists and I together account for [-]% of the share; fellow daoist Qingxu alone occupies [-]%."

"The remaining people, one person occupies half of it..."

When he said this, he deliberately paused, and looked at everyone in the hall:

"I don't know what you think?"

Zhang Yao thought for a while, and spoke first:

"I agree with the distribution method of Fellow Daoist Ming Yuan."

"However, I have something to say first. I am here for the Infernal Yintu. If I meet the Infernal Yintu, I hope I can give priority to it."

He is alone, and he can occupy a quarter of the combined force of ten golden cores, which is already very good.

The ancestor of Mingyuan accounted for more of him, and that's what it should be, after all, he is the host and has two helpers in the middle stage of Jindan.

"no problem."

Faced with Zhang Yao's conditions, the ancestor Mingyuan agreed without thinking.

And judging by his dogmatic appearance, it is obvious that he has no intention of discussing this issue with the other Golden Core cultivators.

"I agree with Master's decision."

"I also agree with Brother Mingyuan's resolution."

"We agree too."

Soon, many Jindan monks spoke one after another, expressing their agreement with the decision of the ancestor Mingyuan.

According to the distribution of strength, at least the superficial fairness has been maintained, which is already a good result for these relatively weak Jindan monks.

After all, Patriarch Mingyuan and Patriarch Qingxu ate meat, and they could also drink soup. The benefits they could gain by working together were far more than if they fought alone.

"Then it's decided..."

There was a smile on the face of the ancestor Mingyuan, and when he was about to say something:
"Humph!"

He suddenly let out a muffled snort, his face suddenly turned pale, and his whole body seemed to have suffered an invisible blow.

"what happened?!"

(End of this chapter)