Invincibility Starts From Sacrificing Ancestors

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Wind and clouds move, Cangshan is like a curtain.

The full moon is like a fox's eyes hanging high in the night sky.

Ji Jianling looked at the tablet on the stone platform, put down the broom in his hand, and lifted it up.

This is the longevity card of Longhu Mountain. It can prolong life by sacrificing life with death.

In such a method, only the disciples who have succeeded in their cultivation and obtained the true inheritance can perform their deeds. They will all the karma that they have acquired in their lifetimes on the card of longevity.

In ancient times, the saying of mortals was called accumulation of yin virtue.

Therefore, in the early years, there were often various legends of Taoist priests traveling around the world. First, they entered the world to experience and find their own opportunities. Second, they accumulated yin and virtue and set up longevity cards, which shows their gains and losses.

"Master, the cause and effect forged by Uncle Tai was broken?"

At this moment, Ning Fan came over.

After the Dragon King Festival, he went to the capital, and then returned to Longhu Mountain, where he has been cultivating with great concentration.

As a disciple of Longhu Mountain, he was defeated by Zhou Dao, which made him unacceptable, and his heart was full of strength.

"Since it is a struggle with heaven for creation, you should know that life and death cannot be controlled by people!" Ji Jianling said indifferently: "This is fate."

"Then Tai Shishu..." Ning Fan's heart moved, and he couldn't help saying.

"Everyone has their own fate, so don't worry about it."

Ji Jianling's face did not fluctuate in the slightest, and it seemed that no matter what, it was difficult for him to have ripples in his heart.

"You have been in seclusion for a long time, can you gain anything?"

Ning Fan nodded, his hands clenched tightly, and a firm light flashed in his eyes.

"Now, I have stepped into the Nine Transformations of the Refinement Realm and opened the Heavenly Spirit's acupuncture point. If I encounter him, I am confident that I can overwhelm him."

On the day of the Dragon King Festival, Zhou Dao was only really hot.

It took less than a month for Ning Fan to return to Longhu Mountain to open the [Heavenly Spirit Aperture] and step into the Nine Transformations of the Refinement Realm. This speed is not unpleasant.

Perhaps it was because of this Dragon King Festival, no, it was Zhou Dao's pressure that made him break through so quickly.

Now if they meet again, Ning Fan has absolute confidence that he can defeat the opponent.

"You can break through your inner demons, but you haven't broken down yet..." Ji Jianling whispered.

"Breakthrough!?"

"This world is bigger than what you have seen. No one can be invincible and invincible. When you find out that there is an existence among your peers that makes you unmatched, and even feels desperate, can your Dao heart be so firm?" Ji Jianling asked.

"I will try my best to chase..." Ning Fan clenched his hands tightly.

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Ji Jianling.

"Some people, even if you try your best, you can't catch up. One day, you will know that there are too many things in this world that can't be achieved without hard work."

"Master, is there such a person?" Ning Fan didn't believe it.

He is a disciple of Longhu Mountain, and his talent is also good. At such an age, he has cultivated into the Nine Transformations of the Refinement Realm. Such an achievement is already extremely dazzling.

The evildoer who can't even chase after him with all his strength?

Will there be such a person?

"Young man, you don't even know what despair is."

Ji Jianling sighed lightly, a trace of emotional fluctuations appeared on his face, and memories filled his eyes.

Ning Fan's heart moved, and he blurted out, "Have you ever met such a person before?"

Ji Jianling was silent, and there was a little sadness in the reminiscence eyes.

He looked at the surging clouds and mist in front of the mountain, and was silent for a while, before he said leisurely: "I met him, his surname is Zhou..."

"It's a pity that the old people of the mountains and rivers are long gone."

The sigh was deep, as cold as this moonlight.

Ning Fan was slightly moved: "Are you gone?"

"His edge is too strong, and it is beyond the era. It is radiant and amazed in all directions... Sigh...why? The sun is too blazing, there will always be someone to block it..."

Ji Jianling murmured softly, as if he was talking about the past, and it seemed like he was talking to himself.

"To be able to make the master so respected, this person must be very famous." Ning Fan asked curiously.

Ji Jianling shook his head: "Name... After so many years, who else can remember him? His name is taboo, can't be said, can't be said..."

"Why?" Ning Fan frowned slightly, feeling strange.

You must know that his master has a very high status in Longhu Mountain, and the person who can make him value is definitely not an unknown person.

Why can't I mention such a famous person in the world?

"He's dead... but the sword marks he left can't be erased." Ji Jianling sneered, with a chill in his eyes.

"Unfortunately, this world will never see such a shocking swordsmanship..."

"What swordsmanship?" Ning Fan couldn't help but ask.

Ji Jianling looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and the scene of the world-shattering battle appeared in his mind.

"Mayfly Sword Art!"

"What?" Ning Fan's color changed suddenly, his face was filled with indescribable shock, and he seemed to think of something.

"King Yuan's Fa Conference, another year's King Yuan Fa Conference, it's a pity that no one can catch up with his style in the past." Ji Jianling muttered softly, with a lonely expression.

Ning Fan's heart skipped a beat, he hadn't seen Master look like this for a long time.

On weekdays, Ji Jianling was extremely calm and indifferent to everything, as if he was too oblivious and unmoved.

Only on the fifteenth day of the seventh month every year, Ji Jianling always went to the back mountain alone, and he stayed overnight.

It was only then that Ji Jianling would have such an expression.

Ning Fan vaguely knew that about seventeen years ago, when Ji Jianling returned from outside, covered in blood, he cried a lot, and after spending seven days and seven nights at Zangwang Peak, he erected a nameless monument on the back mountain.

Since then, Ji Jianling has never stepped out of Longhu Mountain again.

When Ning Fan was young, he was curious once and sneaked into the back mountain to see the nameless monument, but Ji Jianling discovered it.

Ning Fan will never forget that experience. It was the first time in his life that he saw his master show such a terrifying expression, and in the end he almost expelled him from his teacher's door.

At this point, Ning Fan never dared to set foot on the back mountain again.

He vaguely guessed that there might be Ji Jianling's obsession and inner demons hidden there.

"I'm tired, you should step back." Ji Jianling waved his hand, appearing to be a little disappointed.

"Disciple retire!"

Ning Fan respectfully saluted and turned to leave.

Nuoda sits on Wangfeng, and only that lonely figure is left.

"Zhou Xuan..." Ji Jianling muttered softly, spit out two words, and was quickly covered by the howling mountain wind.

...

Pingjiang City.

It was late at night, and an accident happened to the Longmen dam on the Nielong River. Long Ao, Duan Shan, and Xiao Nanfeng rushed over overnight.

There was a great battle there, and the whole **** was almost destroyed.

The people from Longmen blocked the scene for the first time.

At this moment, although the sky is not yet bright, many forces have received the news, but no one knows exactly what happened.

Inside a three-story building.

White Gate Tower stands on the roof, overlooking the quiet Pingjiang City.

The first commander knew very well that this ancient city was about to usher in a new era, and the power that everyone wanted to touch would be reshuffled.

"Dragon Gate is over?"

Ashes, wearing a black robe, came from behind.

As a spy placed in the Demon Suppression Division, he was like being in the shadows, not showing the slightest trace, even his voice changed.

Even Baimenlou is not qualified to see his true face.

"Fortunately, I didn't make a move, but I still underestimated Yan Jun's strength."

Baimenlou's eyes were slightly condensed, and a trace of awe was reflected in his pupils.

Not long ago, he had led the masters to ambush in the Nie Longjiang, just for fear of accidents, and even more afraid of the masters of the Demon Suppression Division appearing to compete for the Dragon Gate ancestors.

It now appears that his worries are superfluous.

When Yan Jun took action, no one could take any advantage, even monsters like the ancestors of Longmen were cleaned up by him.

Looking at Pingjiang City, he is a well-deserved number one expert.

"The matter of Pingjiang City is over. The ancestors obtained by the three families from Nielongjiang are afraid that they will all fall into the hands of Yanjun."

Ash whispered: "The top management of Zhenmo Division has ordered everyone to withdraw from Pingjiang City."

The masters of the Zhen Mo Division originally came to the three ancestors, but now that they have not succeeded, they naturally have to withdraw their troops, so as not to be handed over by the Yu Yao Division.

"You asked me to come here not just for this, right?" Baimenlou seemed to have a deep meaning.

"The Town Demon Division will send experts to Lin'an Mansion, maybe even me." Ashes said lightly.

"Lin'an Mansion?" Baimenlou frowned into the word "Chuan", feeling a little uneasy.

"King Huo Long is going to die, this is a big deal."

hum...

Before he finished speaking, Baimenlou's plump body trembled slightly, and a terrifying aura leaked out, even more terrifying than Shang Tianhe.

"The Suppressing Magic Division is really powerful, and it seems that we have also installed powerful spies among us. We even know the news." Baimenlou gritted his teeth.

"When King Huo Long dies, there will be chaos in Lin'an Mansion, and it's not the small Pingjiang City involved." Ash whispered.

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and left.

"I see!"

Baimenlou didn't look back, looking at the dark Pingjiang City, his mung bean-like eyes flashed with coldness.

"It's time to go back!"

...

The morning light is slightly dew, and after a long dark night, Pingjiang City will finally usher in the light.

As soon as Lu Xianyang got up, he saw a person sitting in the room.

"You finally showed up." Lu Xianyang sneered.

On the same day, he sent Wang Xuance to Ping'an Town to arrest Yuan Lao. Since then, the latter has disappeared and has not appeared until now.

"My injury is not serious and needs to be recuperated." Wang Xuance said lightly.

Not a word about what happened in Ping'an Town that day.

"Don't you have anything to say?" Lu Xianyang said lightly.

"You are in the Yuyao Division. You should know what happened in Ping'an Town that day." Wang Xuance glanced and said lightly.

Lu Xianyang, the romantic son of the famous Pingjiang City, the young talent of the Yuyao Division, who would have thought that his true identity is the master of the Demon Town Division, codenamed [Yemo].

Even him, he must obey Lu Xianyang's orders.

"I read the report of Yu Yaosi, but I don't think it is true."

Yuan Lao died, and the master of the Ghost Sect has also disappeared. There is no proof of death. Where did the ancestors of Yuan Sect go?

There are too many doubts here.

Lu Xianyang was very suspicious that in addition to the Demon Imperialist, the Demon Suppressing Department and the Ghost Sect, there were also a fourth party involved.

"You guessed wrong, that's the truth." Wang Xuance said.

Lu Xianyang stared at him, and was silent for a long time before he said leisurely: "As long as he is a human, any action he does has a purpose. What is your purpose?"

"You don't believe me?" Wang Xuance said in a deep voice, "If I have a different opinion, I can give you up and sell it to the Yu Yaosi."

"Hahaha..." Lu Xianyang laughed loudly, "You won't, because you need the protection and strength of the Demon Suppression Division."

Wang Xuance's complexion was slightly condensed~www.readwn.com~ was silent.

"Okay, the matter of Pingjiang City is over, you can leave and go to Lin'an House."

"Lin'an Mansion!" Wang Xuance was slightly moved.

"King Huo Long's deadline is approaching, it will be very lively there. When you arrive at Lin'an Mansion, someone will naturally pick you up." Lu Xianyang said lightly.

Wang Xuangang did not speak, and turned to leave.

"Wang Xuance..."

At this moment, Lu Xianyang suddenly called out and stopped him. The latter stopped suddenly and turned to his side.

"Those who have abandoned the light will never be able to return."

The indifferent voice echoed in the room, Wang Xuangang paused for a moment, his divine form flashed, and he left here.

"Interesting, his younger brother..." Lu Xianyang looked at the empty room with a meaningful smile.