Changsheng starts from Tiangang 36

The main island of Qiongsha is vast, almost the same as ancient Liangzhou, and is divided and governed by the three kingdoms of Sky Whale, Divine Shark, and Scorpion Turtle.

Each of the three countries occupies a part of the coastal waters and the central area, with different areas of influence.

The Sky Whale Kingdom is the strongest, followed by the Divine Shark and Scorpion Turtle.

There is also a mountain range called Redridge, which spans the entire main island from east to west, dividing the island into two.

The mountains are gentle on both sides, but the mountains near the dominant center suddenly rise up, like a giant ax striking the island.

Jiang Li, Siko Hao, and Ran Zongzhi went deep into the main island. Along the way, they saw that the entire island was covered with lush trees and full of vitality everywhere.

There are countless types of animals, birds, and insects.

"My lord, the entrance to the dormant place of the Northern Prison Sect is at the highest peak of the Redridge Mountains!"

Sikou Hao pointed to the huge mountains in the distance. The mountains suddenly rose from the earth, like a wall stretching across the center of the main island.

Jiang Li looked in the direction of Sikou Hao's finger and didn't see anything special.

Since the ancient tribe chose this place as a place of sleep and sealing, they must have made careful arrangements, and it would be extremely difficult to find it.

Jiang Li looked around, but his target was not the Northern Prison Sect, but the teleportation circle leading to the far north.

The center of Qiongsha's main island is covered by trees. Although Jiang Li's sensing power has expanded a lot, it cannot cover the entire place.

Along the way, he did find many suspicious places, and even buried deep in the earth were the remains of many ancient buildings, which were worth exploring.

"Lord, we are almost there!"

Sikou Hao suddenly descended and fell diagonally towards a peak in the Red Ridge Mountains. Jiang Li and Ran Zongzhi also descended slowly.

"Xuanling Daozu, why is he here?"

Just as Jiang Li's figure was about to disappear in the mountain forest, a figure suddenly passed through the clouds in the northeast. It was the Xuanling Dao Ancestor riding a "meat crane".

One person and one crane had a very clear target. They swooped down towards a certain location and quickly disappeared.

"The direction that Xuanling Taoist Ancestor went when he left the Ancient God Tower was definitely not the main island of Qiongsha. He went through a lot of trouble before turning back. There must be a good reason!"

Jiang Li secretly noted the direction in which Xuanling Daozu fell, and planned to go find Xuanling Daozu to find out what happened after he defeated the Beiyu Sect.

Falling into the main peak of the Redridge Mountains, the light above the head is blocked by trees. The ground under the feet is soft and covered with fallen leaves and rotten leaves that have accumulated for countless years.

Sikou Hao walked somewhere in the forest, waved his sleeves and robes, and the layers of fallen leaves were swept away, revealing the moist and dark ground.

He punched a rune on the ground, then moved to another open space and performed the same operation.

The same is true for Ran Zongzhi.

The two went back and forth dozens of times in the forest, and according to a special order, they laid down eighty-one runes. The void not far away trembled, and a small teleportation portal appeared.

It is so complex and secret that if Jiang Li comes alone, he will never be able to enter.

"My lord, after entering the secret realm of the Northern Prison Sect, the two of us may be offended!"

Ran Zongzhi took the first step and entered the secret realm, followed by Jiang Li and Sikou Hao.

The light and shadow in front of him were changing, and soon a secret space about a hundred miles away appeared in front of him.

Among them, there are dense clouds and mist, and the Yuan Qi aura is abundant, which is much higher than that of the Kyushu world.

There are pavilions and pavilions built against the mountain, nestled among the clouds and mist, giving it an otherworldly and fairy-like charm.

Walking closer, the mountain gate of Beiyu Sect, about 100 meters high, stood majestically. It was made of jade and exuded a soft luster, forming a light film, blocking the way of the three people.

Sikou Hao took out a jade medal from his waist and threw it forward. The light film on the mountain gate flickered slightly and then dissipated.

"The entire secret realm is shrouded by the sect-protecting magic circle. If you break in directly without the sect's secret card, it will immediately trigger an attack by the magic circle. If the high-level immortals are careless, they will also suffer!" Sikohao introduced.

The steps leading up to the mountain were all made of fine jade. When Jiang Li stepped on them, he felt like he was in a fairyland.

Walking to the mountainside, three roads branched out behind a jade platform. The jade steps on the left and right sides were slightly winding, leading to the two branches of the Beiyu Sect.

The middle one leads to the main hall of the North Prison Sect.

Ran Zongzhi separated from the two of them and took the road on the left, while Jiang Li continued to follow Sikou Hao towards the main hall.

Not long after, the outline of the main hall hidden in the clouds and mist had not yet appeared, but eight extremely strong and oppressive pressures spread from the top of the mountain.

"The sect master and the elders of both lines are here, the master needs to be careful!" Sikou Hao's heart trembled and he whispered.

On the way here, the two of them had already introduced the strength and composition of the Northern Prison Sect to Jiang Li.

The Beiyu Sect was also one of the top sects in the Middle Ages. It had a unique inheritance of Dao, Wu, and Qi techniques, and many of its disciples mastered multi-line cultivation methods.

The master of the clan, Old Man Yan, was originally a powerful person at the peak of the Six-Tribulations Ghost Immortal Realm. His Taoism was profound and unpredictable. Although his cultivation level had declined in the state of sleeping and sealing, and he was now only at the fifth-level Ghost Immortal Realm. Not to be underestimated.

Sikou Hao, Sikou Youyi and others came from the lineage of the old man Yanyan.

The other two elders of the Beiyu Sect, one of whom is named Iron Prison Old Man, majors in martial arts. Before his sleep, his strength reached the peak of the middle-level human immortal. Shensha Guo Ji Lianbi and others came from this lineage.

The other elder is named Old Man Xuechi, who specializes in Qi channel. Before Shen Mian, he was a master in the late stage of the fatal sixth transformation. Ran Zongzhi and Ran Boyu came from this lineage.

However, although the Beiyu Sect is powerful, there are not many disciples who are truly qualified to be sealed or continuously reincarnated to survive.

In addition to Master Sanmai, Sikou Hao and others, there are also more than 20 members of the same sect who have been sealed, and each of them has higher qualifications and cultivation than Sikou Hao and others.

"Hao'er, have you brought anyone here?"

When Jiang Li and Sikou Hao walked outside the main hall, a clear and gentle voice floated out, giving people a feeling of spring breeze.

But in Si Kou Hao's ears, there was a chill that penetrated people.

Master Yan, the master of the sect, is very deep in the city, moody, and kills people casually with a gentle smile, the wind is calm and the clouds are calm.

In the medieval times, there were countless fellow disciples who offended their master for unknown reasons and were casually wiped out. They died without knowing the reason.

"Reporting to Master, I have brought you here. This person is the helmsman behind Wanhu Mountain, the five great families and Anmang City!"

Sikou Hao stood outside the hall and replied respectfully. His spirit was rising and falling in his flesh shell, and he was still in a state of being unconscious.

But if someone investigates carefully, they can easily find that most of his Yin Shen characteristics have been restored.

But Jiang Li passed Sikou Hao and walked directly into the hall, immediately attracting the attention of everyone in the hall.

Even the few young figures standing behind Master Sanmai looked back with gloating, pity and disdain.

All because the "old man" who walked into the Beiyu Sect Master's Hall seemed to be enveloped in a layer of mysterious power.

Even the Master of Three Meridians cannot figure out the level of this "old man". "Are you the ancient clan of the Beiyu Sect?"

Jiang Li raised his head and glanced indifferently.

Deep in the main hall, there are three high platforms arranged in a row, each sitting cross-legged with a mysterious figure hidden in the clouds and mist, hazy and mysterious.

Behind them, there were one or two young men and women with extraordinary temperament standing.

Part of the pressure Jiang Li felt just now came from them. As expected, they were all people whose strength should not be underestimated.

"You are so rude, junior!"

Seeing Jiang Li walking into the hall with an arrogant expression and not curtsying to announce his identity, a young Taoist priest on the high platform on the left frowned and scolded: "When you see me, the leader of the three branches of the Northern Prison Sect, you don't know how to bow and report, but instead ask questions, today Have the ancients degenerated to such an extent that they have forgotten even the most basic etiquette?”

"Etiquette?" Jiang Li's eyes were cold and he smiled back: "Are you worthy?"

As soon as his words came out, the atmosphere in the main hall instantly condensed. The pressure, which was already as heavy as a mountain, doubled invisibly. Even the jade floor beneath his feet creaked, as if it was about to be crushed.

"Ok?"

Several more shocking glances came from the high platform, and the old man Xuechi let out a slight astonishment, seemingly too surprised by Jiang Li's boldness and wantonness: "Junior, do you know what kind of existence you are talking to? What? You can control so many forces in the past and present, so you should not be so stupid and arrogant. The power you are proud of is just a joke in front of us!"

"joke?"

On Jiang Li's old cheeks, his baggy eyelids raised, revealing a pitiful sneer: "A group of old people who should have rotted in the long river of time, have you been left with nothing but arrogance and arrogance after nearly ten thousand years of slumber? , You dare to make assumptions about the outside world before you even leave the sealed place, but you don’t know that the real joke is yourselves!"

"court death!"

Old Man Iron Prison and Old Man Xuechi were both angered by Jiang Li's words, and the clouds and mist around them suddenly surged violently, revealing their true bodies.

The two of them slapped the armrest at the same time, and the terrifying pressure that shattered the space fell directly on Jiang Li.

Under the pressure, the void around him was constantly crumbling and healing, revealing many chaotic space cracks, and turbulent power was constantly being released, traveling around like electric currents.

But Jiang Li's figure was as steady as a rock and as tall as a divine spear soaring into the sky, and he was completely unmoved.

The members of the Beiyu Sect in the hall couldn't help but be surprised when they saw this.

The strength Jiang Li displayed at this time far exceeded their expectations, and they all became cautious for a moment.

"Junior, you are quite capable!"

The old man Yan Yan, the leader of the Northern Prison Sect, who was sitting at the top, finally spoke. His figure was hidden in the clouds and mist, and only his voice came out: "I originally wanted to kill you directly after taking control of your forces, but now. It was a change of mind.

"The few disciples of my Northern Prison Sect outside are really stubborn, stupid, and useless. They will all fall soon. We are short of useful people around us."

After he said this, he fell silent again, as if waiting for Jiang Li's statement.

A female disciple of the Beiyu Sect, dressed in purple palace clothes and with a looming figure, stood behind the old man Ganyan and scolded in a sweet voice: "Are you a fool? Master has a love for talents and wants to accept you as a disciple. , this is a great honor and gift, shouldn’t you kneel down to thank me, why are you standing there in a daze?”

"What a coincidence, your plans and mine do somewhat coincide with each other!"

Jiang Li suddenly smiled: "On my way here, I was still thinking about giving you ancient tribesmen a chance to survive and serve under my command. Now that I see how ignorant and arrogant you are, I have changed my mind. It’s better to kill you people directly to avoid bad things in the future!”

"Hahaha, little brat, you are so brave!"

Old Man Yan laughed angrily, not understanding where Jiang Li got his confidence.

Even if his strength is extraordinary and he is the best among people in the modern and ancient times, everyone standing in this hall now can be among the strongest people in Kyushu after leaving the secret realm.

With the touch of a hand, all the top forces of a party can be wiped out.

Not to mention, there are more than a dozen disciples who are recovering in other places in the secret realm.

Everyone is stronger than Sikou Hao.

"Master, let me surrender this man and let him know what real power is. The methods of today and ancient times are just jokes in front of us!"

The purple-clad female disciple sneered, with a pair of tender and petite lotus feet bare, her figure swirled out like a flower, and rushed in front of Jiang Li in just a flash.

A pair of jade palms struck down, carrying the sound of wind, thunder, rain and lightning. But as soon as they landed in front of Jiang Li, they suddenly changed. The palms turned into claws, and the nails suddenly shot out, like steel hooks, pulling towards Jiang Li's neck.

The movement was so fast that it almost exceeded the limit of the naked eye.

"Senior Sister has just emerged from slumber, and her physical strength is already close to that of a mid-level human immortal. She is worthy of being the number one prodigy of our Northern Prison Sect's martial arts!" A disciple shouted in approval.

But before she could finish her words, the purple-clad female disciple's back suddenly exploded, blood and flesh splattered, and she was hit in the abdomen by Jiang Li.

Immediately, the whole person flew backwards and crashed into the old man Yan Yan on the high platform. He was caught in the arms of the latter with a gentle move.

"how come!"

Many people were surprised.

They didn't capture Jiang Li's attack trajectory until the purple-clad female disciple flew out.

It's like he never made a move.

The old man from Iron Prison stood up directly from the high platform with a solemn expression. He saw the entire process of Jiang Li's attack.

All trajectories, as well as power transport techniques, are clearly presented in my mind.

It's not a profound technique, it's just a martial arts technique commonly used by martial artists who are new to martial arts to temper their bodies.

Even judging from the degree to which the physical body affects the surrounding aura when the palm is released, this person has just stepped into the realm of immortality.

But the power contained in that palm was far beyond the scope of an intermediate human immortal.

This shows that the man in front of him has unimaginable terrifying power dormant in his body.

No wonder this person is so arrogant and confident, it is indeed something he relies on.

The old man in Iron Prison compared himself in an instant, and immediately judged that this person's physical strength was not weaker than his own, and was even a step higher.

only……

The old man from Iron Prison walked slowly down the high platform with Yunwu, walking step after step, as if he was stepping on the clouds, his steps were soft and sunk into the ground.

But when he lifted his feet, the soft ground returned to its previous smoothness and hardness.

"Junior, take the old man's palm!"

The old man from Iron Prison slowly raised his arm, as if in slow motion, and pushed out weakly with his palm.

In front of the palm, all the space was shattered into pieces. (End of chapter)