Rebirth and daily cultivation

Deprived of energy?

Jiang Ning stood on the terrace of the villa, her thoughts wandering, returning to a past that was both strange and extremely familiar.

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"Senior Brother Jiang, Senior Brother Jiang!"

"Senior brother, the Wanhun Sect is extremely shameless, the sect's protective formation is like a tortoise shell, and the disciples suffered heavy casualties!"

"Senior brother, senior brother, stop thinking about your useless magic, get out of the mountain quickly!"

The woman's oriole-like voice resounded throughout the quiet valley.

At this time, in a very far distance, a yellow light flashed in the sky, and an old man wearing a jade crown and a yellow robe and a long beard suddenly appeared.

He looked at the girl in the red dress, his beard rising in anger.

"Senior brother, what's called ancestor? That's your ancestor."

"I don't!" Wen Yuehan curled her lips: "Senior Brother Jiang obviously entered the school in the same year as me."

"Look at Jiang Ning, and then look at you, has he reached the Dzogchen Perfection of Nascent Soul? And you, the golden elixir has not been fully cultivated yet, and they both have heavenly spiritual roots. I'm really embarrassed for you!"

Wen Yuehan glanced at Master Xu twice and said:

"The leader of the Righteous Path Alliance is 1,200 years old, just like you. How come you are the leader of the alliance while you, master, are still in the middle stage of Nascent Soul?"

"I'm so angry that I can't teach a kid!" Uncle Xu shook his sleeve angrily.

Another ray of light flew over, and a fat man wearing black clothes and riding a gourd appeared.

"Are Ancestor Jiang still coming out of seclusion?" He looked at the valley.

"Yes, Senior Brother Lu, Senior Brother Jiang is playing with his bad magic again." Wen Yuehan said helplessly.

After hearing this, Senior Brother Lu shook his head: "None of his spells are useful."

Wen Yuehan agreed deeply and asked, "Have you traveled down the mountain?"

"No, I'm doing serious business." Senior Brother Lu patted the gourd.

"He's been elusive all day long."

"Then you have wronged me. Ancestor Jiang told me to go to the Southern Territory to look for someone. I heard that he was looking for someone from his hometown. I have been guarding the Southern Territory for ten years and I haven't even touched the hair."

The old man in yellow robe next to him said coldly: "Some old Jindan guys from the Righteous Alliance came to the door and asked me to help them."

Lu Wenhao: "Master, you are wronged!"

The old man in yellow robe flicked his sleeves and said seriously: "I hope you will fulfill your filial piety for the clan, so I won't hold you accountable!"

Lu Wenhao was too shy to speak. His master was usually kind and cheerful, but if he was really angry, he would not be able to take advantage of him.

"Master, what Ancestor Jiang told us will continue. It has been more than two hundred years, and there is still no trace of the so-called old friends in his hometown. If this continues, I'm afraid it will be in vain."

The old man in yellow robe gave the order: "Just do it as you are told. Where did all the nonsense come from? Not only do you have to do it, but I will increase the intensity and send ten more foundation-building monks to double the resources for cultivating immortals every year. Once anyone finds out the news, Give me a pill-forming resource."

"Yes, Master." Lu Wenhao was very obedient and said, "Master, you are going to Beiting to discuss matters today, can you take me with you?"

"Kids, don't get involved." The old man in yellow robe said, sighing inwardly.

The last time the North Court discussed matters was eight thousand years ago. In that war, more than a dozen Nascent Soul Dzogchen and hundreds of Nascent Soul monks died.

The world of cultivating immortals has almost lost its orthodoxy. I wonder what kind of disaster will happen to this world of cultivating immortals this time.

Just as he was sighing in his heart, the thousand-foot-high mountain peak in front of him suddenly flashed with a dazzling red light.

The next moment, the crimson light instantly grew in size and was as high as the thousand-foot mountain peak, like a flaming giant holding the sky and the earth.

Following this, scorching temperatures swept across the world.

Uncle Xu flicked his sleeves, and a huge white light curtain quickly unfolded, covering the peaks with a radius of hundreds of miles to prevent them from being burned by the flames.

Wen Yuehan was a Jindan monk with excellent eyesight. She looked at the figure in white among the flame giants.

The man in white is twenty-seven years old, with an unparalleled handsome appearance, and his eyes are like mountains, rivers, sun and moon, but they do not contain any color, just like a pool of ice water.

Touching those eyes, the admiration on Wen Yuehan's face slowly dissipated, revealing a bit of gloom.

After cultivating the ‘Bingpo Shengsheng Jue’ to the extreme, there is no joy, anger or joy in the whole person.

Whenever Wen Yuehan faces Jiang Ning alone, she always thinks that he is not a person, but a puppet, a puppet without any emotions.

She forced a smile: "Master, Senior Brother Jiang is so indifferent, why is his Nascent Soul's true body a flaming giant?"

"Shouldn't it be an ice giant?"

Uncle Xu stood with his hands behind his hands. He looked at the flames that occupied half of the sky and suddenly said:

"Your senior brother Jiang's Heavenly Spiritual Root is the Fire Spiritual Root."

Wen Yuehan and Lu Wenhao were in disbelief and said at the same time: "Huo Linggen, then why can he practice the 'Bing Soul Ginseng Shengjue'?"

Master Xu shook his head. He didn't know clearly. If he hadn't attended the Beiting meeting today, he wouldn't have said anything about it.

However, this time the group may live or die, and the future of the sect will be in the hands of these two people sooner or later.

A figure in white clothes stands in the hands of the flame giant. The big flame hands hold the white clothes, and the scorching heat cannot hurt him at all.

The flame giant ran forward, the ground bumped and shook, the huge body stretched into a full bow, and the giant hand resolutely threw, the man in white packed with incomparable power, flew out, and instantly pierced the sky.

"Boom, boom, boom" the explosion shook the world, and the thick clouds in the sky were cut in half by the extremely powerful airflow, and a white mark extended thousands of miles away.

Master Xu withdrew his gaze and looked at the two apprentices with contempt in his eyes.

Wen Yuehan wanted to speak, but didn't.

Lu Wenhao, who was playing gourd, lowered his head. Every time he saw Jiang Ning showing off his power, he felt like he was living like a dog. He obviously started at the same time, but in the end, he had already reached Nascent Soul Dzogchen, and he was still in the Golden Core Realm. .

‘Fortunately, Senior Brother Jiang doesn’t have as many Taoist companions as I do. "Lu Wenhao comforted himself like this and felt much better.

"Lu Wenhao." Uncle Xu called his name.

"exist!"

"Two exotic golden elixir demon cultivators came out of Youjue Ridge and dared to loot the Yan family's elixir garden. The ancestor of the Yan family asked for help. Please go and take a trip!" Uncle Xu said, preparing to find something for his eldest disciple to do.

Lu Wenhao was horrified when he heard about the golden elixir demon cultivator: "Master, do you want your disciple to die!?"

Uncle Xu glared at him angrily: "The golden elixir that just broke through."

"So that's how it is. A few little golden elixirs are actually arrogant in the realm of our Luoyun Sect. They are simply bullying no one in our sect. Let me, Master Lu, take care of them." Lu Wenhao said with a straight face and bold words.

He threw the gourd, and the gourd, which was originally as big as a wine pot, swelled to more than ten feet. He rode the gourd to ride the wind and left.

Watching the evil disciple leave, Uncle Xu looked at the other evil disciple, and he threw out a palm-sized boat:

"Use it first, go to Wanhun Sect and keep an eye on you, Ancestor Jiang."

"I'm going to the sect for a walk." Uncle Xu dropped his words, raised his feet, shrunk to an inch, and crossed a few hundred meters.

Seeing the small boat magic weapon, Wen Yuehan quickly held it in his arms. Master's flying magic weapon was rare for him to be so generous today.

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Wen Yuehan rushed to Wanhun Sect.

A mountain that was broken into several sections. The fractures were extremely smooth, as if they had been split into pieces by a sword.

The main vein of the Ten Thousand Soul Sect was originally two thousand feet high, but now it is only five hundred feet high.

Five hundred feet away, a huge purple leopard was covered in purple blood, lying on the mountain, dying miserably.

That was the sect monster of the Ten Thousand Souls Sect, and it was in the Nascent Soul realm, and it was also dead now.

She continued to fly forward, the light flashed in the sky, the monks from the two sects fought desperately, accompanied by screams from time to time, and figures fell from the sky.

Wen Yuehan flew to the back mountain, and within his consciousness, Senior Brother Jiang was standing in front of a few trees, motionless.

Wen Yuehan fell from the spirit boat and landed behind Jiang Ning.

She looked at the white-clothed figure in front of her, her thoughts flowing, and finally turned into a sigh:

"Senior Brother Jiang, why are you staring at a few locust trees?" She recognized a few trees, nothing special about them.

Jiang Ning said nothing, just stood quietly.

After a while, he reached out and grabbed it, lifting the entire mountain.

With his other hand, he drew a huge spiritual formation door. He led the mountain peak into the door and disappeared.

Wen Yuehan looked at the closed spiritual door with a look of astonishment, then stamped her feet hard!

Senior Brother Jiang obviously knows the formation, why doesn't she take him with her, and she has to fly back again!

Ten days later, Jiang Ning stood on the edge of the cliff, as dumb as the locust tree next to it.

The yellow light flashed, and Master Xu fell beside him.

"Junior Brother Jiang, Beiting issued an edict that every sect in Zhongzhou should produce at least one Nascent Soul monk, five Golden Pills, fifty Foundation Builders, and hundreds of Qi Training disciples."

"Brother Wei is gone, and the sect will be left to you from now on."

Jiang Ning was silent.

Uncle Xu smiled. He had long been accustomed to Jiang Ning's character. He handed over a sign and said:

"Oh, just now I paid homage to the ancestors of our Luoyun Sect, and I told them that from now on, the sect will be handed over to you, my junior brother, so you can live up to the sect."

"They didn't say anything. I guess they must have agreed. After all, you are the only two Nascent Souls who have reached the Great Perfection since the founding of our Luoyun Sect."

"With you here in the future, we can ensure the glory of our Luoyun Sect for thousands of years."

"I know you don't like trivial matters. Don't worry. I won't let you take care of things for a long time. When I hear that Yatou and Lu Xiaozi have broken through the Nascent Soul, I will let them take care of things immediately."

"In the future, whatever you do, just follow your orders. If they dare to say anything, you will be beaten hard by me!"

Jiang Ning still said nothing. Master Xu didn't feel disgusted, but kept talking.

"Beiting recruited the Righteous Alliance, the Zhongzhou royal family, the seven major families, and the Hehuan Sect."

"Speaking of the Hehuan Sect, I remembered that a few years ago, a little girl from the sect came to find you. After thirty years of grinding, you just didn't say a word and made her angry. I heard that you are also angry now. Breakthrough to the Nascent Soul."

"Hey, you kid!"

"The war in Beiting is rumored to be to protect the world of immortality. The three elders of Beiting used the sky-observation technique to deprive the Eastern Region of energy and even the laws of heaven and earth. The other party seems to be another powerful force that has never been in the world. The Zhongzhou territory has been active.”

"They arrested two people. Those people didn't cultivate spiritual power, but something called source power. Hey, it's strange."

"The soul search revealed that they had attacked the Eastern Territory hundreds of years ago. If not for a great monk from the Eastern Territory, I'm afraid they would still be kept in the dark."

"If you encounter something like this in the future, remember, if anyone dares to deprive our Luoyun Sect of the laws of heaven and earth and destroy our orthodoxy, I will definitely kill them!"

Uncle Xu thought to himself: 'It's a pity that I can no longer see you showing off your power. This war involves the orthodoxy of the world of immortality, and it will definitely be a fight to the death...'

'I'm afraid I won't be able to come back...'

Uncle Xu felt regretful. He took out a bottle of wine, poured a sip into his mouth, and smacked his lips without the style of a master of a sect.

Then he turned the jug upside down and poured the remaining wine onto the floor.

"Junior brother, I'm leaving."

"Protect my Luoyun Sect's orthodoxy."

Master Xu was about to turn into a escaping light. He hesitated for a moment and said:

"Senior Brother Cheng, before he passes away...let me apologize to you on his behalf."

"He said you shouldn't be allowed to practice that technique."

After saying this, Master Xu turned into a ray of light and left.

Cliff, next to a tree.

Jiang Ning was still standing, his expression unchanged from beginning to end.