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Chapter 496 Xuanhong’s One Hundred and Eighty Years

Time passed by a few months, and it was the 180th year of Xuanhong of Lingyan Sect, the beginning of spring.

The decree of Cao Wei, the ancestor of Yuanying, had already been issued, but in the last few days of the deadline, Jindan monks from all parties came to Lingyan Sect one after another. Under the guidance of the sect's foundation-building disciples, they went to greet them respectively. Rest and wait in the many spiritual mountains where guests are entertained.

Until around 10:00 on the last day, the sky became slightly brighter.

A group of black mist was seen rolling in from a distance, suddenly stopped a few miles away from Lingyan Peak, and then fell at the foot of the mountain.

The black mist dissipated, and an old man with a sinister face walked out of it, looking like he was covered in dust.

As soon as they saw the visitor, several Lingyan Sect foundation-building disciples who had been waiting in front of the mountain gate took a step forward, cupped their fists and said, "Greetings to Master Hua Hun."

"Stop talking, the time is coming, please get out of the way." The old man said urgently.

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned into a black shadow and passed by these foundation-building disciples, and fled towards Lingyan Palace, for fear of missing the moment.

In just a few breaths, the Huahun Master had already reached the halfway point of Lingyan Peak and appeared in front of Lingyan Hall.

As soon as he crossed the threshold, he was greeted by dozens of looks in the hall.

Master Hua Hun glanced at it quickly, and then laughed sinisterly: "It seems that I am not the latest, right?"

Following closely was a big red sedan that dropped from the sky, with a silver man in front and a ghost king with a blue face and golden elixir stage behind him carrying the sedan.

Liu Yan looked towards the direction of the main hall, and then couldn't help but sneer: "Didn't we say that there are ninety-nine internal and external Jindan Taoists under the rule of Lingyan Sect? It's almost time today, why are there only forty-five of them here? .”

"Are you here too?" Youyun said slowly.

Upon hearing this, Master Hua Hun thanked him, then found a futon at the back and sat down without making any more noise. The Jindan monks on his left and right were as motionless as stone carvings and wood sculptures.

As he spoke, a slender jade hand opened the red curtain, and a charming and charming woman walked out.

These golden elixir monks, who usually act unscrupulously, are at the extreme level of self-discipline at this moment.

"The master has already revealed his identity, why doesn't my sister come?" Liu Yan chuckled.

"Fellow Huahun, please take a seat!" Yu Tianzhang, who was closing his eyes to rest, said slowly.

"What's the hurry? This meeting is held at three quarters to the hour. Isn't there still two quarters of an hour left?" Youyun said in a calm tone.

After saying that, with a flash of light, it transformed into a beautiful woman in black gauze.

The next moment, an extremely handsome black panther slowly walked out, more than ten feet tall, with cold eyes glowing green, looking towards the direction of the main hall.

The miasma was so dense that it was difficult to see what was inside, except for two lanterns hanging high like fireflies.

Speaking of this, her forked snake letter hissed a few times, licked her red lips, her expression suddenly changed, and she said coldly: "Are these four not giving the master face?"

And when Hua Hun took his seat for more than ten breaths, he suddenly saw a cloud of poisonous miasma in the dark jade square outside the hall.

And when Youyun and Liu Yan appeared one after another, the dozens of Jindan monks who were originally seated in the hall all had different expressions, and they confirmed in their hearts that the current ancestor of Lingyan was none other than True Lord Xuanhong of Qingxia Sect. Not the so-called Meng Zian.

After all, among the group of golden elixir monks in Chongwu Domain, except for a few real people who had just formed elixirs, none of them knew that there was a leopard, a snake and two big monsters under Xuanhong.

Youyun and Liu Yan walked side by side, stepped into the Lingyan Hall, and walked to the first place in the curl of green smoke. "Master Yu, I'm here uninvited. Do you have any spare space so that I can rest for a while?" Liu Yanxiao asked.

"My fellow Taoist has come from afar, and it would be disrespectful for Yu to fail to greet him from afar. How could he not have a seat of honor?" Yu Tianzhang said with a smile.

As he spoke, he flicked the sleeves of his linen clothes, and a futon appeared beside him.

"Thank you!" Liu Yan sat down casually.

Then it lightly hooked its fingers, and the silver minnow and the green-faced ghost king outside the hall turned into a ghost mist, floating in and surrounding them.

Liu Yan leaned against Gui Wu lazily, with some long silky hair hanging down from her cheeks.

It pointed around the black hair, looked at the Jindan monks present with interest, and said softly:

"One, two... forty-five, missing Tuoba Zhiyun, Shuiyun, Youye, and Shangyang. This old monster Tuoba has been in the late Jindan period for many years, that's all. The rest Shuiyun and his ilk heard that this guy has only broken through to the middle stage of the Golden Elixir for more than ten years. As for You Ye and Shang Yang, two little guys who have just broken through the Golden Elixir for less than a hundred years, they can't even see their silhouettes now, and they don't know. Did he eat the heart of a bear or the gall of a leopard?"

Having said this, it chuckled and glanced at Youyun beside it.

But at this moment, Youyun was sitting upright and did not pay attention to the other party.

The time has not yet come, so it doesn't say much and looks like it is concentrating with its eyes closed.

As for the forty-five Jindan Daoists who came here earlier, including men, women, old and young, none of them made a sound.

On weekdays, this group of Jindan masters who can make waves in the territory of Lingyan Sect have different expressions at this moment, and they don't know what they are thinking in their hearts.

However, this group of people was visibly divided into three parts and gathered together spontaneously.

Twenty-one real people from the seven golden elixir families such as Lin, Chen, Zhao, Zhou, Qian, Wang, and Zheng in Lingyan Sect, as well as seventeen people with shallow foundations headed by Yu Tianzhang, the head of Lingyan Sect. A golden elixir.

As for the remaining seven people, they are Jindan cultivators who are outside.

Originally, they were unwilling to come over. They had already ordered the boy guarding the mountain to make it clear that they were either in retreat or traveling outside.

However, the sect's foundation disciple who went to deliver the invitation took out the jade talisman of Wanli Communication he was carrying on the spot and asked for instructions from the leader, Yu Tianzhang.

The other party said to the other party in a calm tone: "If you don't come, then you don't have to come in the future."

After leaving these words, those foundation-building disciples didn't stay long and turned around to leave!

However, some Jindan monks were indeed traveling abroad. After receiving the order from Cao Wei, the ancestor of Lingyan, they rode on the clouds and returned, but they were still delayed for some time on the road.

Therefore, the conference has been delayed for several months, and it is just approaching today.

However, during this period of time, Youyun had sent his sect disciples to the secular world, and immediately ordered the royal family, aristocratic families, powerful and other forces in several secular dynasties to start giving porridge to provide disaster relief.

On the other hand, these foundation-building disciples worked together to spread clouds and rain. While alleviating the drought, they forced out the culprit of this disaster, which was more than a dozen bronze-armored corpses who had reached the perfection of foundation-building practice. Suppressed and captured one by one.

(End of this chapter)