Regenerate into soil, master life and death at the beginning

The middle-aged Confucian scholars saw that it was Baishan and Jingyu who stood up, and their attitudes were naturally different. Kendo is very good at fighting and killing, and Baishan Kendo is the best among the leaders. Their stance at this time may even Play a general role as a weathervane.

The Patriarch Baishan glanced at Xiaojiangnan and the Huashen, and then said to the middle-aged Confucian scholar:

"The attitude of our two brothers is very clear. The practice community should recognize the legitimacy of these entrants from more than 600 years ago."

His answer stunned the middle-aged Confucian scholars, and all the monks who turned into gods looked at him in astonishment, thinking, this guy couldn't be grateful for Xiao Jiangnan's contribution to pioneering the way of swordsmanship in this world, and he felt sympathy for each other, right?

"Why? Is it because you are grateful for Xiao Jiangnan's contribution to pioneering the way of swordsmanship in this world?" The middle-aged Confucian scholar asked quietly, his eyes turned sharp.

"What does that have to do with it?"

Patriarch Baishan said calmly: "Because only in this way can our two brothers and even the entire Baishan sect be fully integrated into this world!"

As soon as this remark came out, the crowd went into an uproar.

"what?!"

"What do you mean?"

"What did he mean by that?"

Although they have vaguely guessed what he meant, but thinking about that possibility makes one's scalp tingle.

Originally, before that, everyone took it for granted that the soul infiltrating more than 600 years ago was replaced by the current Xiaojiangnan and the barbarian clan, which are the third extreme forces that are separately listed outside the right way and heretics. , whether it is friend or foe, everything is simple and clear.

But Baishan Patriarch now admits frankly that he was also the one who came in. While the strength of the two sides ebbed and flowed, it also brought a more terrible result, that is-except for Baishan Sect, in the right way, outsiders Among them, even within the three sects, is there still the same situation as Patriarch Baishan and Patriarch Jingyu?

Thinking of such a possibility, even the core of the three sects who had been hidden in the smog and stood on top of the giant beasts, watching the development of the situation as if watching the situation, also became agitated.

Everyone's eyes swept over all the gods uncontrollably. All the beings who rose up after 600 years and became gods of transformation have enjoyed such "care" without exception.

When Gusu ancestors, Shaoxing ancestors, Zhenjiang ancestors and others heard the news, they unabashedly expressed shock and ecstasy. The two ancestors of Jingyu both had the kindness of meeting old friends in a foreign country, which is pleasing to the eye and comfortable no matter how you look at it.

The ancestor of Gusu ignored everything else, and shouted directly, "You two guys, why haven't you come to meet us for so many years? You just don't want to part with the foundation you created with your own hands, so you can't come here to catch up?! "

Patriarch Baishan rolled his eyes and said, "Why do you want us to rush over here? Then why can't you come to us?"

The ancestor of Gusu asked if you were joking, and asked:

"We are looking for you? Then you have to let us find you!

Our name is so conspicuous, Jiangnan, Suzhou, Shaoxing, Zhenjiang... don't tell me you haven't heard of it!

One of you is called Baishan and the other is called Jingyu. How do you tell us to find them? "

Speaking of this, Gusu Patriarch suddenly patted his forehead, and suddenly said: "Ah, I seem to have a little impression, are you all in the east...the corner of the northeast..."

Speaking of this, he slapped his hands fiercely, and said: "Hey, you said, if you two are called Changbai Mountain Sect, or Changbai Sect, Taibai Sect will also work. Why do you call it Baishan?"

Patriarch Baishan said with a dark face, "Because Baishan is my hometown!"

The ancestor Jingyu next to him also said in a muffled voice: "Jingyu is my hometown!"

Patriarch Baishan suddenly ridiculed:

"It was right that we didn't get in touch with you Jiangnan Gang back then. Look at what you guys have been doing all these years. Such a good hand of cards has turned into this horrible situation. The two of us have cultivated three Huashen disciples. How about you?

If you can learn from us, why are you so embarrassed now? "

Hearing someone ridicule Xiao Jiangnan's style of work again, the key is that this is not an "outsider" like the Nightmare Tapir and the Great Witch.

Patriarch Shaoxing hurriedly said: "In other words, you should have also spotted the traces of these infiltrators."

Patriarch Baishan nodded and said: "It is indeed found."

"Then...then..." Patriarch Shaoxing showed doubts on his face.

Patriarch Baishan let out a hey, and said: "Are you asking why we didn't disclose this matter?... In that case, wouldn't the situation you have to face be more difficult than it is now?

Although we have developed independently, I never thought of cheating you. How to deal with this matter, of course, it is better for you, who have a big family and a big business, to handle it safely.

Even in the worst case, if there is a thunderstorm, Xiao Jiangnan will be the unlucky one. We both don't even know about you, so I don't believe anyone can suspect us without any basis. "

He talked eloquently there, and all the Huashen heard it like a black thread.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar suddenly shouted angrily: "Enough is enough, you have to catch up on the past and pick another time and place, this is not for you to talk about commonplace!"

His eyes suddenly scanned all the cultivators who transformed into spirits, and he shouted: "Who else is there among you, won't you come out and recognize your relatives at this time?"

Everyone felt his gaffe at this moment, and no one added fuel to the fire... Uh, suddenly there was a strange laugh coming from the dense fog of the Demon Gate.

"Jie Jie, I don't know if this counts, but when I achieved Transformation God, I suddenly had some inexplicable memories in my mind."

Hearing the words that suddenly came from the Demon Sect camp, no matter whether they were right or wrong, they all felt their scalps go numb.

Only Xiao Jiangnan and the other deities were excited, Gusu Patriarch hurriedly nodded and said:

"Forget it, of course, we Xiaojiangnan have many situations similar to yours, and we only achieved the awakening of God in the second or even the third life."

The voice sounded again: "I'm just curious to ask, don't expect me to beat you to death for you, Jie Jie."

Jie Jie you ghost!

Patriarch Gusu and the others were full of black threads in their hearts, thinking, why didn't they notice this strange work of the Demon Sect before, other monks of the Demon Sect didn't laugh like this.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar continued to scan all the orthodox and heretical monks, took a deep breath, and suddenly dared not ask any more questions.

Chapter 670: Goodbye in [-] and [-] years

Everyone can see that the middle-aged Confucian scholar is on the verge of losing control.

Everyone understands this very well.

The one who jumped out this time was a demon cultivator, if next time another one jumped out from the core camp of the three sects or even directly from the Dazhong Academy, then he would really be in trouble.

Similarly, Jiang Gan, who witnessed all this, also found it very interesting.

Before today, he had almost no impression of the Baishan Sect. He didn't know that it had such a deep Qianyuan bloodline, and the two founders were extremely pure Qianyuan people.

This was something he hadn't expected at all.

And the demon cultivator awakened part of Qianyuan's memory when he was promoted to Huashen, which was also a possibility that he had never thought of.

And because of their "self-explosion", it gives people infinite room for reverie.

For example, Baishan, Jingyu, Gusu, Shaoxing and other generations who became the ancestors of the God of Transformation will not be mentioned. What makes the three sects more entangled is that this kind of true spirit has already reincarnated in this world, but awakened when entering the God of Transformation In the previous life, even in the previous life.

In this case, even with the "filtering" methods of the three sects, it is impossible to identify them at the stage of Mengtong Xianmiao, because even they themselves don't know that they have the "Qianyuan gene". It wasn't until the level of transformation of gods that they completely changed from recessive to dominant. Unless they blew themselves up, no one would be able to find out.

Therefore, the three sects with the most extensive and superior "recruitment channels" cannot rule out this possibility at all. Even if there is no such existence in the existing Huashen, it is impossible to rule out those direct descendants who are still at the Nascent Soul or even Jindan level. "Innocence", and they can't even prove their "innocence".

It is even more impossible for the three cases to "scrape the bone to cure the poison" and carry out a wave of "cleaning up" internally.

It can only be said that after 700 years of circulation, the "Qianyuan Gene" has penetrated into the entire practice world in a subtle but extremely deep way.

In the three sects, even when most of the cultivators are unconscious, the pure-blooded cultivators they think are actually hybridized with the "Qianyuan Gene".

At this time, the three sects demanded "pure bloodlines" even more, and even wanted to use force to achieve this point, then it would no longer be a battle between the enemy and ourselves, but self-slashing with a knife, self-refinement and purification.

In the current situation, this is completely impossible.

Therefore, when the matter reached this point, everyone realized that it was impossible to pursue it any further.

Seeing the current state of the middle-aged Confucian scholars, Jiang Gan felt particularly interesting.

Today's situation was initially caused by the nightmare witch who claimed to be arrogant and reckless, but the reactions and methods of the three sects were much stronger than she expected, so the dominance was quickly lost from her hands.

As the plenipotentiary representative of the three sects in charge of this matter, the middle-aged Confucian scholar stepped on the point that made the nightmare, the big witch and others uncomfortable step by step during this period.

What are your plans?What do you want to do?

I'm sorry, we have strong capital and a lot of cards in our hands, but we just don't let you get what you want.

While completely taking the initiative away from the Nightmare Tapir and the Great Witch, the situation was getting worse and worse.

But now, with the unpredictable situation, he has changed from the leader of the situation to the biggest "victim".

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded from the head of the giant deer. The voice not only has the wisdom and vicissitudes of the old man who has gone through the years, but also the vitality and vigor of the mature man, and the voice of the young boy. Pure and clear, free from dust.

"Fellow Daoist Wu, let's have a chat."

Above the giant deer's head, the dense mist dispersed, revealing a tall and burly old man.

He was dressed in straw sandals and linen clothes, sitting there cross-legged casually, with a bamboo stick across his knees, his relaxed demeanor was like sitting down for a rest during a walk in the mountains and chatting casually with friends, without being overstepped in the slightest. Affected by the increasingly solemn and heavy atmosphere.

He just existed there so simply, a simple sentence, a clear image, like a breeze blowing through the entire spiritual realm, all kinds of trade-offs and calculations in people's hearts, analysis of pros and cons, and The entangled mood caused by this is gently smoothed.

Feeling such an understatement, but directly pointing to the changes in people's hearts, all the cultivators of Huashen except the three sects were beating their hearts.

They all had a feeling in their hearts that this old man was no longer in the same realm as them.

Looking at this old man, they recalled the feeling of looking up at the ancestor of Huashen with Yuanying cultivation base or even lower cultivation level when they had not yet entered Huashen.

The mountains stand up.

The opponent didn't need to use any means at all, their hearts were already subdued, they retreated, and they couldn't bear the feeling of being an enemy face to face.

And as the old man appeared above the head of the giant deer, above the giant tortoise in the Avenue Palace, the dense mist spread out in the center, revealing a Taoist sitting cross-legged. Looking at him, it was like looking at a piece of sky, vast, deep, indifferent, free and leisurely.

And above the golden wings of the clouds in the Daming Temple, an old monk appeared in the dense mist. When all the gods looked at him, it was like looking at a clear mirror.His eyes were clearly looking at him, but in the end they reflected back to himself, and saw all kinds of dust and filth in his heart.

This monk has a bearing that is completely different from that of the old man of the academy, but it also makes people feel that they cannot afford to be an enemy of him.

Seeing these three people, the group of cultivators suddenly had an answer in their hearts.

The reason why the three sects can become three sects is not because there are more Huashen than other forces, but because of them.

Previously, all Huashen had a kind of understanding. When the cultivation base was advanced to Huashen, there was a feeling that there was no way forward.

It's not that the practice world doesn't have a practice method above the god of transformation, but that the world itself, the god of transformation is the ultimate ceiling.

But seeing these three people today, the cognition that was baked into the hearts of all the cultivators of Huashen was smashed like an iron law.

After the three of them appeared, they all looked at the little sword of soft words that was quietly hanging in front of the nightmare witch.

The gazes of the other cultivators who turned into gods also turned to Ruanyu Xiaojian again.

Quite a number of cultivators who transformed themselves into spirits even had doubts in their hearts, guessing what kind of existence it should be to make these three people treat them so solemnly.

Because of Xiao Jiangnan's low-key and unobtrusive style all the time, of course, it can also be regarded as a conservative and unprogressive style. The outside world doesn't know much about it, and even less about its real foundation.

Under the gaze of so many eyes, I saw a toe wearing moon white silk shoes stepping out from the tip of Ruanyu Xiaojian.

Then the whole foot, the ankle, the calf...

"female?"