The Strongest Sect Master In Cultivation World

Jiang Ling took the task.

Waiting all day for other forces to come to the door and provoke.

After all, the rapid expansion of tianshenzong here will certainly affect the surrounding forces and move their cake.

It's strange that these sects are no longer anxious.

The spiritual world, to put it bluntly, is a world of the law of the jungle.

According to the truth, these people will certainly come to the door and shout loudly, and then start fighting.

But

Jiang Ling has been waiting for several days.

Except for visiting the monks who want to be dealers, everyone is respectful. They bid fiercely at the table.

No one else to provoke.

"It's really strange. Why don't these people make trouble!" Jiang Ling was speechless and put an ancient book aside.

The desk is piled up with all kinds of skill scripts from the nearby sect.

Duan Zexiong came in with some magic tools. When he heard the master's words, he couldn't cry or laugh.

"Master, you activated the ancient ruins a few days ago. Those images of emperors can be clearly seen even within hundreds of thousands of miles!"

"No matter how stupid these people are, they are not blind. How can they dare to die?"

Being awakened by his apprentice, Jiang Ling woke up.

It's a mistake to shout in my heart.

"Alas, forget it. Let's improve our strength first. It's OK to take the initiative at that time!"

Jiang Ling was helpless and ordered Duan Zexiong, "today is the day when we arrive in Lingyan world for one month."

"Tell us that the disciples of the Heavenly God sect challenge ancient sites today and get twice as much reward as usual."

"Yes!" Duan Zexiong took orders to go out.

Soon there was a deafening cheering outside.

There were many people in ancient sites, but now they are crowded.

Jiang Ling sat down cross legged and began to practice once a day.

"Ding! Hong Yangping, a disciple of the outer gate of the Heavenly God sect, broke through the later stage of the quadrupole and rewarded the host with two years of pure skills."

"Ding! Zhang Rong, a disciple of the inner sect of the Heavenly God sect, gave feedback to reward the host for seven years of pure skill in the early stage of breaking through the Shentai realm."

"Ding! Si tuqing, a disciple of the God clan, understood the way of the supreme talisman, broke through the middle stage of the emperor and rewarded the host with 50 years of pure skill."

“……”

In this sound prompt, Jiang Ling's cultivation is improving at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Although it requires a lot of skills to improve the holy land, there are many disciples who can't stand their own door!

A little makes a mickle.

The speed of this practice is many times faster than before!

Jiang Ling is immersed in happy cultivation.

……

Scorpion cliff.

Half a million miles away from the Mingyue mountains, northwest of the dead sea.

Here is a cliff standing in the clouds, like an ancient monument, standing here.

The cliff is surrounded by a miserable green poisonous fog. There are many holes in the cliff, and scorpions with a thickness of more than ten feet climb around.

The venom pitted the cliff walls.

In this dark cliff, there is a towering palace group, which is built here.

The palace is inlaid with the shell of scorpion demon, and black jade is the base.

From a distance, it looks dark, with a sense of solemnity and depression.

There was a thick toxic fog in the hall, rising and falling, like breathing.

At this time, a thin, middle-aged man in a green robe opened his mouth and inhaled these rich poisonous fog from his mouth and nose.

When it comes out again, the color is much lighter.

It's obviously to absorb poison gas to cultivate.

He has a huge scorpion shadow on his back. He is also doing similar actions, swallowing clouds and puffing smoke.

Powerful.

Several old men with profound cultivation whispered something in the distance, with excitement in their faces.

"The patriarch should be able to break through the peak of the emperor's realm this time?"

"The patriarch has cultivated himself into heaven and is supported by the Fengwu God. Otherwise, where can we get this poison cultivation blessing land?"

"Yes! A few days ago, Feng Wu sent his men to send 500 holy stones. Let's find some time to pay tribute to some treasures."

While they were talking, the middle-aged man in green suddenly opened his eyes, and a strong momentum flashed away from him.

"What's the noise here!" A hoarse voice came out of his mouth.

He is the patriarch of the whole scorpion cliff - Luo Yu.

In the face of the patriarch's questions, the elders dare not neglect.

"Congratulations on your breakthrough!"

Luo Yu's thin face was impatient. With a wave of his hand, the congratulating elder flew straight up and hit the big post behind him, spitting blood at his mouth.

The other elders were surprised and looked carefully. It turned out that the strength of the patriarch Luo Yu was between the later stage of emperor territory and the peak of emperor territory.

In other words, the breakthrough did not succeed!

"They are all the mole ants of the dead sea gate. They don't provide enough Dead Sea spirit bone grass. Otherwise, how can we break through and fail with the divine skill of our patriarch?"

These people don't want to touch Luo Yu's mold, and they all point the spearhead at dead Haimen.

"These days, the Dead Sea Gate doesn't know what the nerve is. He has been selling near the dead sea with low-cost pills, magic tools and talismans. They are the first friars in a radius of more than 100000 miles."

"Huh?" Luo Yu's cold eyes turned, "why is the dead sea gate so arrogant? It's not a second-rate small sect gate. Why are there so many resources."

"Lord, you have been in seclusion for a few years. Recently, a new sect door has emerged. It seems that it is called Tianxian sect or Tianshen sect. It is good at refining pills and magic tools."

"Many religious families carry these treasures and sell them everywhere, making a lot of money."

When the elder said the last part, his tone was full of jealousy.

They are poison practitioners, not good people. They don't agree with the nearby sect at ordinary times.

In the past few years, the disciples of poisonous scorpion cliff ran away, not to mention the other sects.

Of course, I stay away from them.

Even if they are hundreds of thousands of miles away from the dead sea, Luo Yuxiu is the highest, and he still has a certain relationship with Fengwu God.

But not many people are willing to associate with them.

"Hum! Last time I asked those spirit grasses from dead Haimen, they all pushed and blocked, only gave dozens of trees! They also collected our spirit stones."

Luo Yu's eyes narrowed: "now there's external help again. We don't see scorpion cliff in our eyes at all. How unreasonable!"

"Yes! The patriarch is right. Let's call a good 'visit' to the dead sea gate. If they know the truth, give us the business, and we can consider giving them a way to live."

All these elders began to clamor and rub their hands. They wanted to put all the interests of dead Haimen into their pockets.

"If they don't obey, they have to kill them so that the nearby zongmen can know who is the real ruler of the sea!"

"No!" Luo Yu waved his hand: "you only need to kill half of the disciples of the dead Haimen. The remaining people who refine medicine let them pick spiritual grass for us."