Fortune Teller

In the void, Venerable Qingshui was running away with Fang Cun and Heiling at high speed, when he suddenly frowned and stopped.

"Qingshui, what's wrong?" Lord Heiling asked in a deep voice.

"Wei Shui and Wuhen have already fallen, there is no need to chase them anymore." Qing Shui shook his head and smiled.

"died?"

"How did you die?"

"Of course it was Fellow Daoist Gu who took action himself. Not long ago, Li Kong was suppressed by the seal. Fellow Daoist Gu traveled across the void and caught up with the three of Ruoshui in front of us," Venerable Qingshui said with emotion, "In just a few thousand years, Fellow Daoist Gu's strength has actually reached such a level, I'm afraid it won't be long before even Zhenzun won't be his opponent."

"Weoshui and Wuhen are dead, where is the Red Scale Demon Lord?" Lord Black Ridge asked with a frown.

"Fellow Daoist Gu didn't say, he should be dead!"

"Even if he's not dead, he's just a monster. He's not that powerful, so he can't threaten us."

"That's true."

The three venerables smiled and flew towards the Jade Immortal Realm.

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Outside Dingyin Mountain.

The Buse Arhat waved his hands one after another, and the huge Zen staff fell down again and again, seriously injuring Patriarch Shuiyuan and Qingfu.

Yan Sushi transformed into a red phoenix, and the blazing flames filled the void, constantly annihilating Patriarch Li Xuan's whole body energy.

The battle formation formed by Ji Wenting and Jin Heng was still confronting Patriarch Baoguang, refusing to give in to each other.

The four Patriarchs tried to escape again and again, but they never broke out of the million-mile radius. The Eight-Eyed Divine Sect had already set up a dragnet, how could they be allowed to leave?

Not to mention anything else, the ninth-grade peak space spiritual treasure alone can trap the four ancestors for a long time.

Time passed slowly, and the faces of the four Patriarchs became increasingly ugly. Finally, a flash of despair flashed in Patriarch Shuiyuan's eyes.

He clearly sensed that Venerable Weoshui's soul imprint was collapsing.

At the same time, Patriarch Baoguang also looked over, "Venerable... the brand of the soul of the Venerable... is disappearing."

"Venerable Wuhen also died?"

Patriarch Shuiyuan's heart was completely chilled.

Three of the four venerables of Changli Sect have died. No one knows whether the only venerable Li Kong is alive or dead.

"Lost...completely lost!"

"The venerables were wrong. They should not have attacked the Eight-Eyed Sect. Taoist Ximing is not as simple as we thought." Patriarch Shuiyuan looked desperate.

Shit!

A Zen staff fell and tore the water-moving immortal body into two pieces.

The ancestors of the four sects, who had no fighting spirit, were finally on the verge of desperation in the face of the full bombardment of Yan Su Shi and Bu Se Luo Han.

Peng!

There was a roar.

Patriarch Qinghui died first.

Among the four Patriarchs, Qingfu's cultivation was the weakest. If it weren't for Patriarch Shuiyuan's protection with the Water Elemental Immortal Body, he would have been beaten to death by the Indestructible Arhat.

Second is Patriarch Baoguang.

After the death of Patriarch Baozheng, Venerable Wuhen re-trained a ninth-grade Patriarch, but his qualifications were too junior and his cultivation was far inferior to that of his senior brother.

Faced with the two battle formations and the attacks and killings from time to time by the various Arhats, he finally couldn't hold on any longer.

The two founders died one after another. Li Xuan and Shui Yuan were heavily surrounded by the priests of the sect, and the situation took a turn for the worse.

After a moment, the two of them also fell.

The void outside Dingyin Mountain returned to tranquility.

"it is finally over!"

Lan Chonghe stood on the top of Dingyin Mountain, looking at the flesh and blood remains in the distance with an incomprehensible expression.

Once upon a time, the four sects of Changli were the biggest enemies of the Eight-Eyed Sect. In order to avoid the four sages, the disciples of the sect did not even dare to report their sect’s origins.

When walking outside, you can only call yourself a casual cultivator.

Now that the venerables of the four Changli sects and the ninth-grade ancestors have all fallen, the Eight-Eyed Sect can finally step out of the secret realm, stand in the sunshine, and walk in the world with integrity.

"Master Nephew Lan, you have made great contributions in this battle. When the high priest comes back, you will surely be rewarded a lot."

Yan Sushi flew back to Dingyin Mountain and spoke with a smile.

In several battlefields, Lan Chonghe was the first to end the fighting, and he single-handedly defeated High Priest Shen Fan, which was obvious to all.

In terms of merit, it is not much less than Yansu poetry.

"Senior Brother Lan!"

Jin Heng and others also returned one by one. When they saw Lan Chonghe, they all clasped their fists.

After this battle, no one dared to underestimate Lan Chonghe. He defeated the ninth-grade patriarch with an eighth-grade body. It was rare in the world. Based on this alone, he was qualified to become a disciple of the high priest.

"Thank you for your hard work, fellow disciples!" Lan Chonghe responded with clasped fists.

"It's not hard work. For the sake of the religion and the high priest, it's worth losing your life." All the priests of the religion smiled.

In this battle, they won a great victory.

The four sects of Changli were completely destroyed, and all four sages also died. From today on, the Eight-Eyed Sect no longer has to hide in the secret realm.

They also have the qualifications to compete for the treasured cultivation land in the chessboard realm.

Of course, what's more important is that for making such a great contribution, everyone will receive a lot of rewards after the high priest returns.

The reason why Lan Chonghe did not continue to take action was because of this.

With his strength, he was barely enough to deal with High Priest Shen Fan, but if he were to face the ninth-grade ancestors such as Li Xuan and Shui Yuan, he would be beyond his capabilities.

Apart from those two, only the weaker Baoguang is left.

The two battle formations jointly besieged Patriarch Baoguang, which was more than enough. He did not need his help, and the credit was not enough.

Everyone was talking and laughing.

A void passage suddenly appeared, and a cyan figure walked out of the depths of the passage.

"Meet the high priest."

The priests of the divine religion on Dingyin Mountain bowed and saluted one after another, including Yan Sushi and Gu Yue.

There are still differences in status between those who hold the throne. Gu Xiuyun is the only high priest of the Eight-Eyed Sect, and is higher than the other priests. This is a rule set by Yan Sushi himself when the sect was rebuilt.

To this day, nothing has changed.

"You don't need to be polite," Gu Xiuyun looked around, "After today, there will no longer be the Four Changli Sects in the world. Wuxiangtian will return to the Bamu Sect. In addition, we will also get some of the savings left by the Four Changli Sects. "

Divide the four sects of Changli?

The priest's eyes flashed with heat.

No one can estimate how much savings the four sects have. Since hundreds of thousands of years ago, the four sects of Changli have been a behemoth that is difficult to shake in the chessboard realm.

At that time, with the support of the divine religion, the four sages were looting everywhere, and no one dared to say a word of nonsense.

Later, the Eight-Eyed True Master fell into silence, and the four sects of Changli immediately rebelled and stole a large number of rare treasures.

The most precious treasure is in the hands of His Holiness.

As for those immortal-grade elixirs, eighth-grade, ninth-grade spiritual treasures, and special treasures of true artistic conception, His Holiness looked down upon them, and most of them stayed at the sect’s residence.

"Who is willing to go to the Four Sects of Changli to seek treasures for the Divine Religion?" Gu Xiuyun asked.

"Disciple is willing to go." Jin Heng walked out quickly, fearing that he would be overtaken by others if he was too late.

"Disciple is also willing." Another divine priest shouted.

Immediately afterwards, voices sounded one after another, attacking the four sects of Changli. This kind of opportunity would not happen once in tens of thousands of years. How could they miss it?

Among the crowd, Lan Chonghe frowned slightly and wanted to speak, but was hesitant.

Attacking the Four Sects of Changli was obviously a fat job, and it was easy to gain credit. However, he had already gained a lot of credit by suppressing High Priest Shen Fan alone. If he went to the Four Sects of Changli again, he would inevitably attract the attention of his fellow sects. envy.

At this time, a voice sounded, "Lan Chonghe, attacking the four sects of Changli is not easy. You may encounter the ninth-grade ancestors or even strong men from other sects. You will be in charge of this matter. It should be an experience." "

Lan Chonghe raised his head and looked to one side.

What speaks is Yansu poetry.

"What Miss Yan said makes sense, my disciple, you will be in charge of this battle. Remember, you must not hurt anyone." Gu Xiuyun nodded.

"Disciple accepts the order."

Lan Chonghe bowed and saluted.

After a moment, a void passage appeared out of thin air, and dozens of priests from the cult followed Lan Chonghe into the depths of the passage.

In addition to the Eight-Eyed Sect, other sects have also taken action.

The fall of Venerables such as Weoshui and Wuhen has been noticed by all forces. After all, the line of cause and effect cannot be concealed.