Fairy

The statue of Emperor Su Wu stood between the sky and the earth. The disciples of the Tuxingzong saw that the entire thousand-foot-high statue of the emperor was made of baby stones, and their eyes were full of greedy light.

"So many baby stones alone are not in vain for us to come to Su Wuxian's tomb." The disciples of the Tuxingzong chatted with each other, all of them were extremely excited.

It is not the monk, but the god who is not greedy after seeing so many baby stones.

"Fellow Taoists of the Earth Xingzong." Yuan Kui showed a bright smile, pointing to the thousand-foot-tall statue of Emperor Su Wu, "As long as the fellow Taoists kill the little ants standing on the same platform as you, these babies will be killed." Shi, our forces are equally divided."

The disciples of the Tuxingzong looked at each other, and looked at Wang Xian and his party with unkind eyes.

"Damn it, the Yuan family doesn't have a single good thing!"

"Even killing his own people, Yuan Kui has gone too far!"

"A few days ago, Mr. Yuan was still reluctant to part with me and appreciated my encouragement. I haven't seen you for a few days, but he is so ruthless. This girl has lost his sight."

Wang Xian and the others were all filled with righteous indignation, sacrificed ancient treasures one after another, and looked at the disciples of the Tuxingzong warily.

A cold light flashed in Wang Xian's eyes, he sacrificed the Xutu Anti-Five Elements Sword, and said to the disciples of the Earth Xingzong: "I am preparing to use the Xutu Anti-Five Elements Sword to meet the earth movement techniques of the fellow Taoists of the Earth Xingzong."

Dozens of disciples of the Tu Xingzong burst into an uproar, looking eagerly at the Xutu Anti-Five Elements Sword, and at the same time showing a trace of horror on their faces.

The Xutu Anti-Five Elements Sword is an ancient treasure that the disciples of the Tuxingzong love and hate.

When Yuan Kui saw Wang Xian offering the Xutu Anti-Five Elements Sword, his face turned cold, and he sighed in his heart, knowing that he had just persuaded the people of the Tuxingzong to kill Wang Xian and his group. The disciples did not dare to act rashly because of the supernatural power of Xu Tu's rebellion against the Five Elements Sword.

"Damn little ants, this time let you escape." Yuan Kui whispered bitterly.

There was another burst of white light shining through the portal, and another group of monks was sent from the portal.

This group of monks gave people an extremely evil feeling. They were wearing strange dark green costumes and carried a coffin on their backs.

"They are disciples of the Coffin Sect!" Guo Taiming was well-informed, and immediately recognized those weird monks as disciples of the famous Coffin Sect in Yuan Kingdom.

"Coffin Cult?" Wang Xian didn't know much about Coffin Cult, so he frowned and looked at Guo Taiming inquiringly.

"Speaking of Coffin Sect, monks in Xia, Jin, and Chu are a bit unfamiliar. If you talk about the Corpse Alliance, everyone knows it. The Corpse Alliance is stronger than the merchant alliances in Chu, Jin, and Xia. They are mainly distributed in the Yuan, Han, and some border cultivation countries, and they are one of the few superpowers in the cultivation world. The Coffin Sect is the branch of the Corpse League in the Yuan Kingdom." Guo Taiming trembled slightly when he mentioned the Corpse League. The evil deeds that Meng has done in the realm of comprehension are hard to describe.

"It turns out that the Coffin Sect has such a big backer of the Corpse Alliance." Wang Xian had heard of the existence of the Corpse Alliance before, but he didn't pay much attention to it. "With the disciples of the Coffin Sect appearing, we will be safer. The more forces that enter the fairy tomb , the more complicated the situation, the safer we are."

What Wang Xian said was correct, as soon as the disciples of the Coffin Sect appeared, the disciples of the Yuan family and the Tuxingzong all felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy, and they stopped paying attention to Wang Xian and his party.

The atmosphere became very heavy, very weird!

The disciples of the coffin sect sacrificed the coffin on their backs, struck towards the statue of Emperor Su Wu, knocked down pieces of baby stones, and then put their hands into the storage bag.

The Yuan family, Tu Xingzong, Wang Xian, Zhuo Bufan and others sacrificed ancient treasures and struck at the statue of Emperor Su Wu, crushing pieces of baby stones the size of fists and fingernails, and each of them caught the crushed babies with their own ancient treasures. Stone, put it in the storage bag.

The forces of all parties seemed to have reached an agreement silently, and each of them smashed the statue according to their own ability to obtain the baby stone.

The statue of Emperor Su Wu seems to be protected by some kind of prohibition, even the ancient treasure can only smash a fist-sized baby stone at once.

Wang Xian manipulated the Xutu Anti-Five Elements Sword, smashed ten baby stones, put them in the Qiankun bag, and secretly laughed in his heart: "With just one stick of incense, you can get a baby stone equivalent to ten years of cultivation. Like a dream, Su Wuxian's tomb is really awesome."

All kinds of ancient treasures, magical treasures, and coffins flew all over the sky for a while, and baby stones fell like raindrops.

With a buzzing sound, a big cyan tripod rushed towards the head of the statue of Emperor Su Wu, and even put the head carved from a baby stone the size of a huge mountain into the tripod.

"What kind of treasure is this big cauldron? It's too powerful and awesome."

All the monks followed the direction in which the cauldron flew back, and looked at the owner of the cauldron, a slightly sloppy old man in Taoist uniform.

The old Taoist, dressed in a white-washed black robe, smiled for the disrespectful old monks: "Go ahead, I won't disturb you."

Wang Xian turned around and looked at the old Taoist in Xuanpao on the platform above. His eyes could no longer be moved away. Looking at the familiar figure, his eyes were blurred with tears, and he whimpered, "Old Taoist, is that you? You are not dead?"

Everyone was shocked, and they all speculated about the relationship between this unpredictable old Taoist and Wang Xian.

The old Taoist in Xuanpao caught the blue cauldron with one hand, looked at Wang Xian, the smile on his face disappeared, and his expression was quite excited: "Little monkey, it's you, I haven't seen you for thousands of years, you have condensed into a Nascent Soul, You don't lose face as a veteran. Not bad, not bad!"

Wang Xian's eyes were full of tears. He seemed to have returned to the time when he was a child thousands of years ago. At that time, he often went to the cloud-shrouded Yunmeng Mountain near his hometown, and met an old Taoist who was extremely weak and coughed up blood from time to time. .

Seeing Wang Xian, the old Taoist screamed for joy, touched Wang Xian's bones, and insisted on accepting him as a disciple, wanting to pass on his own mantle.

At that time, Wang Xian was ignorant, and in a daze, he worshiped the old Taoist as his teacher, and began to get in touch with the formulas and spells of cultivation, and learned about the affairs of the cultivation world.

Wang Xian clearly remembered the four-sentence rule of the cultivation world passed down to him by the old Taoist: "The weak eat the strong, strength comes first, ruthlessness, self-respect".

"The weak prey on the strong, strength is paramount, ruthless, respect yourself!" Wang Xian read slowly, earnestly like a child.

Hearing Wang Xian's immature words, the old man's eyes were also red. He recalled the scenes of his life in Yunmeng Mountain, and felt the passage of time. Thinking of those years, there was a moving smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Master!" Wang Xian forcibly held back the excitement in his heart, and rushed to Lao Dao's side.

"Don't call me Master, continue to call me the old Taoist." The old Taoist chuckled, "The old Taoist name is Qingtianzi, and people call him Qingtian Taoist, Qingtian old Taoist."

"Old Daoist Qingtian!" Wang Xian chuckled, "The name of the old Daoist is as good as that of Master Qingtian."

Old Daoist Qingtian's eyes were full of smiles, he held up the Qingtian cauldron, and said: "This old man will rely on this Qingtian cauldron for the rest of his life."

Wang Xian thought of the Xutian cauldron he kept in the Hunyuan Realm, and with a movement in his heart, he recalled the Xutian cauldron, a white light flashed in his hand, and a Xutian cauldron appeared.

"Xutian Ding!" Qingtian Lao Dao immediately recognized Xutian Ding, and he was speechless: "Be good, little monkey, your Xutian Ding and the old Taoist Qingtian Ding are both spirit treasures. You know, Lingbao The ancient treasure is one level higher, and the spirit treasure contains heaven and earth. The old man feels very lucky to get the Qingtian tripod occasionally. I didn't expect you, a little monkey, to get a virtual treasure that ranks higher than the Qingtian tripod in the spirit treasure. Tianding."

Old Daoist Qingtian sighed for a long time, took out a jade slip from his dilapidated storage bag, handed it to Wang Xian and said, "Little monkey, this jade slip is the secret recipe for controlling the cauldron, you keep it, practice hard, and wait for you Controlling the Void Heaven Cauldron with ease, even if you encounter an old monster that turns into a god, you have the power to protect yourself."

"Really. Xutian Ding, haha, from now on I will be called Xutian Old Daoist, follow the old Daoist." Wang Xian laughed heartily. For thousands of years, he had never been so happy.

"The old Taoist will pass on a few formulas to you first, and you first control the Xutian Cauldron to collect some baby stones." The old Taoist sent a voice transmission to Wang Xian, and passed on a few formulas.

Wang Xian memorized it seriously, deliberated over and over again, and understood the meaning, pointed at the Xutian cauldron, and controlled the Xutian cauldron to fly high into the sky.

"Little monkey, in fact, the old Taoist is already an old monster who has turned into a god. What you see is just a clone of the old Taoist. The old Taoist body is thousands of miles away." Qingtian old man said triumphantly.

"The old man has turned into a god, it's really amazing, you are really my idol." Wang Xian's eyes shone with a burning light, and he looked at the old man with admiration.

The old man is very useful, he laughed straight.

Regardless of the conversation between Wang Xian and Qingtian Laodao, all the monks hit the statue with all their strength to get more baby stones.

According to the formula taught by the old Taoist, Wang Xian controlled the Xutian Cauldron and flew to the arm of the statue of Su Wu, and retracted it, and put a finger of the statue of Su Wu inside.

"Wow! No way! Wang Xian used the big tripod to store millions of catties of baby stones into the tripod." Hu Lietai looked at Wang Xian with red eyes from jealousy.

Wang Xian stretched out his hand, recalled the Xutian tripod, put the baby stone weighing millions of catties into the Qiankun bag, threw the Xutian tripod again, and slowly took away the ten fingers and arms of the statue.

An unfair plunder started, and with the participation of Xutian Ding and Qingtian Ding, the speed of this competition has been accelerated by a thousand times, ten thousand times.

Qingtian Laodao and Wang Xian each got countless baby stones. Nine tenths of the entire statue of Su Wu fell into their pockets, and only one tenth was taken away by hundreds of monks. The disciples of the teaching took away half of the tenth, and the other half was taken away by the Yuan family, the Tuxingzong, and Zhuo Bufan.

"Brother Wang, I'm so envious of you." Hulietai sent a voice transmission to Wang Xian: "Can you give me some baby stones, one million catties will do."

Wang Xian's face darkened immediately, and he sent a voice transmission to Hulietai: "This old Taoist is my master. He is practicing a kind of exercise that requires a lot of baby stones. I will give all the baby stones to the master, leaving only I bought enough baby stones for 100 years of cultivation. Brother Kulie, I'm really sorry."

Mei Ji, Zhuo Bu