Home has a door to the flood

Chapter 830

Li Hanzhong looked at Master Zhending with a smile, "Master Zhending's words are wrong. The nine forces in the nine worlds, how many tyrannical people who are true to themselves have watched the Buddha face the wall. But there has been no conflict in what everyone has obtained in the past.”

"It's just that Hui Ji, my senior in the Longevity Palace, worked hard to unlock more things. This point has been compared with the three forces, and everyone agrees."

Zhending sighed, "Come on, let's go, I said that I can't beat you, Li Hanzhong, but if I want to seize opportunities and seek opportunities for the seniors, I'm just waiting for the four, I'm afraid it's not enough."

"The mountain of corpses is vast and boundless. It is really difficult to rely on our four families alone, so we must notify the other five families." Chu Du said lightly.

"It's a pity that only monks under [-] years old can enter it, otherwise we old bones can also go in and fight." Zhang Yuelin felt a little regretful.

Chu Du answered lightly, "To be on the safe side, only monks under the age of [-] can enter."

Li Hanzhong added with a smile, "Shishanyuan is quite special. The ones we send this time must be geniuses, otherwise they will only drag others down."

Master Zhending smiled wryly, "Where are there so many geniuses?"

Li Hanzhong turned his head slightly, still smiling, "There is no shortage of geniuses in the entire Nine Realms."

Chu Du nodded, "The ones who fought at the gate of your Changsheng resident, the worst one, are all geniuses."

Li Hanzhong seemed to know what happened a long time ago, and smiled when he heard the words, "There was a joke in the palace, and it made everyone laugh."

Zhang Yuelin shook his head empathetically, "Brother Li, what did you say? There are hundreds of millions of practitioners in the Palace of Longevity. This kind of thing is not surprising."

Li Hanzhong nodded with a smile, and then said to Chu Du: "Master Chu, my disciples, please trouble Master Chu to send someone to send them there at that time."

Chu Du glanced at the three guardian envoys with a smile, "They are all a group of the smallest core disciples, you just temporarily replace these little guys, don't you just hope that they will be the first to go down the mountain of corpses?"

"Okay, don't worry." Chu Du readily agreed.

The three guardian envoys breathed a sigh of relief. There was no other way. The Zhenwu Great World was the closest to the corpse world. Of course, the first batch of advance teams should be sent down to the corpse mountain. Therefore, the three major forces sent their youngest core disciples here one after another.

It's not that there is anything special about these core disciples, it's just that once they meet the conditions, they come to help their own forces to occupy a quota. Have the right to speak.

Secondly, these core disciples have more or less identities, representing a distribution within their respective forces.

"Okay, that's it, if everyone has no objection, then go back separately, unify your opinions, and choose a date, then you can prepare by yourself." At this point, Chu Du teased Li Hanzhong again: "As for your longevity The contradictions between the few disciples in the palace can be well disciplined, so as not to cause any trouble in the future."

Li Hanzhong nodded with a smile, "Don't bother Master Chu, the juniors know how to measure."

The three guardian envoys got up to say goodbye, saluted politely, and then left the Zhenwu Temple.

Not long after the three guardian envoys crossed the void and left Zhenwu Temple, melodious bells rang in the gate of Zhenwu Temple.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

In the Wanli Mountain Gate of Zhenwu Hall, the melodious bell sounded slowly, breaking the peaceful and leisurely practice.

In a martial arts arena, many young disciples who had just been promoted to the Shenqiao Realm were chatting enthusiastically about the cultivation experience and method they had just taught the elder.

I imagined whether I could pass the competition in the sect and become a core disciple in the future.

In the distance, the young instructors of Zhenwu Hall gathered together in twos and threes, talking about the aptitude of these children, exchanging their views, and even making a small bet on which disciple is most likely to become a core disciple.

At this moment, the melodious bell sounded from afar, which changed the peaceful and far-reaching atmosphere here.

"Ah, what kind of bell is this? I have been at the gate of Zhenwu Palace for almost 20 years, why have I never heard this bell?" A young disciple asked.

"Stupid, it is recorded in the books on the first floor of the Sutra Pavilion that on the land of Zhenwu, there is a world-restraining divine bell. When this bell shakes, hundreds of millions of miles of mountains and rivers resonate. This is what I think it is like." There is a student who is eager to learn. emphasized.

Not far away, several young teachers looked dignified.

"The World-Suppressing God's Bell is ringing. This is not a good omen." A young teacher frowned.

"Speaking of which, since I entered the mountain gate, I have never heard the sound of the World-Suppressing Divine Bell."

"The divine bell is ringing. This is to summon all the masters and deputy masters to enter the temple to discuss matters. There must be a big event." These young teachers are some distinguished disciples. Although most of them are not core disciples, they are all excellent. Inner sect disciples, elders, true biography, when they first competed, they were only second to the core disciples, so they knew a lot of inside information.

In the Hall of Thunder, Hong Qiong, who was so imposing, had to restrain his aura subconsciously in the face of the Lord of the Hall of Thunder, Dugu Lang.

The old man looked drowsy and half-closed his eyes, but he was actually Hong Qiong's teacher, Yun Feiyue's ancestor, and was once a famous and ruthless man in the Nine Realms.

According to legend, he killed two Dragon Clan venerables of the same realm alone with his sword.

The Dragon Clan claimed to be invincible at the same level, but was killed by Dugu Lang in a sea of ​​blood with one against two, and became famous in the Nine Realms for a while.

If it hadn't been for offending the previous female emperor of the Yaozu, who had broken a corner of her life wheel and taken away a little of her Dao heart, Dugu Lang might have become the supreme giant of the true self by now.

"Running here in such a hurry, did you feel the breath of the corpse world?" Dugu Lang said leisurely after hearing Hong Qiong's experience of this trip.

"Nothing can be hidden from the teacher. This disciple is indeed at the gate of the East Tianyu Terrace and sensed the breath of the corpse world. As a teacher and student, the disciple has traveled to the corpse world many times and mastered the secret method by himself. Otherwise, it would be difficult to detect."

"And when the disciple confirmed that it was indeed the breath of the corpse world, he guessed that something must have happened to the corpse world."

Although Hong Qiong was calm on the surface, the fire in his eyes was not concealed in the slightest.

"The teacher said that in the corpse world, there is great luck, great opportunity, and great fortune!"

"Get it, hope to be true to me!"

Hong Qiong stared at Dugu Lang with scorching eyes. He was naturally eager for the great opportunity that the teacher had mentioned.

Thousands of years ago, Hong Qiong was the number one genius in Zhenwu Hall, the pride of Lei Ting Pavilion, the teacher taught him carefully, the brothers supported each other, and the younger disciples respected him.

But thousands of years later, everything has changed.

The number one genius of Zhenwu Hall is now Gao Xueji who is the head of the sect. It is said that when he was born, he had a divine sword to protect his body, and a crane brought him to the divine spring to wash his marrow when he was full moon.

When he was three years old, a strange beast took him away, and when he was found, he was lying peacefully on a vine of the magic medicine, and he had already devoured the fruit of the magic medicine.

Enlightened at the age of five, Yourui Beast carried a scroll of mysterious sages on his back to help him enlighten, and then disappeared without a trace.

It's a pity that Gao Xueji was born in a remote place, and the people at that time were ignorant and ordinary, so he was not allowed to practice.

(End of this chapter)