I am above the long river of time, overlooking the eternity!

Chapter 34: Calculated and worried, please enter the urn just to offer sacrifice! (Please follow up and read!)

Not enough words have been said.

Naturally, this is the amazing information he got from evolving the 'legendary deeds'.

The Daxue Mountain was created by the Yan clan of the former Qilu dynasty. Twenty years ago, when the sky changed, Yan Nanbei, the 'King of Qilu', emerged and became the first martial arts saint. At that time, the Seven Grandmasters had not yet made their fortune.

He can achieve this unprecedented achievement not only because of Yan's accumulation.

I'm afraid more
Still leaning against the so-called Immortal Ruins' Eternal Life Cave!
"The Immortal Ruins born in this era should only be at the 'Shidu' level. The 'Eternal Life Cave Master' may be invincible at his peak. He may be a magic infant in the second level of Xuantai, or even a Dao Dan level figure in the third level. But right now Even if it recovers, it won’t be too strong.”

"If the writings that appear on the river of time are true, then if left unchecked, all living beings will be devastated in this world."

"Although I am not from this era, and I have no feelings for the common people, but..."

Luo Jing sighed as he looked at Mu Mochou who kept dodging Mu Yuanjun's movements and hiding behind him, and Mu Yuanjun who pursed his lips in anger.

Whether it’s for future generations,

Still for this period of time.

He had a reason to go.

Therefore,
With that golden invitation in her arms, Luo Jing had to go!

【The five-year period has arrived! 】

[On the sixth day of September, on Penglai Island, Lord Fulongshan King is invited to join the 'Shenwu Alliance' to conquer the Snowy Mountains together! 】

[The owner of Penglai Island, Jiang Xiaobailiu. 】

"Senior Sister, come and play with your daughter."

"Some things need to be prepared in advance."

Luo Jing suddenly turned his back and hugged Mu Mochou. Looking at those big black eyes, he pretended to be fierce:
"From now on, when your father is away, you have to listen to your mother, do you hear me?"

"Otherwise, if she hits you again, your father will not be able to protect you."

The little guy heard it and struggled with a 'whimper' in his mouth, but it had no effect. Luo Jing waved his hand and handed it over to Mu Yuanjun who smiled.

Then, he strode outside.

Mu Yuanjun was left teasing her daughter, laughing from time to time:
"Little guy, how old are you that you want your father to protect you?"

"Is it true that the five years of friendship between me and my mother are not worth your two words of coquettishness?"

"Come back with me quickly. If you can't memorize fifty characters today, don't blame me for being ruthless. When the time comes, I will send it to your mother-in-law, but I will slap you!"

The happy voices of mother and daughter gradually faded away.

In Fulong Hall, candles are brightly lit.

The two elders Guojianglong, Tiedaoren, Qi Yan and Qi Wen.

One master, three refiners.

And they are still more than half convinced. In about two or three years, the martial artist who can achieve the third level of foundation building will be the real mainstay of Fulong Mountain today.

Just now, Luo Jing sent someone to summon him.
So the four of them did not dare to neglect and hurried over.

"This time Penglai Island organizes the 'Shenwu Alliance', led by the Qijue Sect, which has a blood feud with Daxue Mountain, and invites nine sects, a total of 16 forces."

"Five years ago in Fulong Mountain, I had to avenge the blood feud that caused Yu Xiaojian to be killed by 'Yan Nanbei'."

"therefore."

"I will take four of them, three hundred disciples, and a thousand elites of the Dragon Army to go to the 'Shenwu Covenant'!"

"Penglai Island is in the northeast. One step further is the Snow Pass under the Snow Mountain. This trip may have unforeseen risks. If you don't want to, you don't have to force yourself to stay at Fulong Mountain."

Luo Jing looked around.

Crossing the River Dragon Dama Jin Dao sat down and did not refuse. The railway man nodded lightly. After the Erqi elders were impressed by him, they could still peep into the mystery of submission at a age of over fifty, so there was no objection.

So the four of them almost said in unison:
"I would like to go to Penglai with you, Master!"

Hearing this, Luo Jing pressed his sword and nodded:
"Then look for the Xinying Eagle and send a message to the Fulongji family and Kunwu Jianchi."

"My three families"

"Let's go together!" At this point, Luo Jing paused and looked at the Fulong Mountain Foundation behind him. After pondering carefully, he suddenly said:

"Ji Wumu is the head of the Ji family, and he and Ji Yue both entered into submission not long ago. The Fulong Army can put Ji Yue in charge and go on his behalf."

"My family and Ji Wumu's family are all in Fulong Mountain. When I leave, there will be no one to guard the mountain gate. If something unexpected happens, we need a master to control the situation."

"Order him to lead two thousand Fulong troops and return to the mountain to garrison."

At the same time, the Snowy Mountains.

The cold wind is biting and the seasons are like frost!
Even though the Yan family, the former royal family of the former dynasty, is in a corner, its heritage cannot be underestimated.

It was passed down to the present day that the 'King of Qilu' Yan occupied the mountain from north to south, established a great pass, and multiplied and multiplied, almost becoming a small country of its own, and even its status in the world was transcendent.

Snow mountain, main hall.

"Nine Gates"

"It's really unsatisfactory."

The man wearing a white wolf robe, with a high nose and slightly thin lips, exuding a cold and ruthless look, looked at the letter in his hand, took a breath of white air, and couldn't help but sneer:

"I gave them the Qi Dharma to give them a chance to go further. As a result, not only did the family owners not come to the snow mountain to worship me, but they joined forces to destroy my snow mountain."

"It's really looking for death."

"They had no idea what they were dealing with."

"Aren't the seven major sects known as the 'Qilu Qijue' clamoring to attack our Snow Mountain in the name of revenge?"

"That"

"Just send a few of the Yan clan's descendants, along with their 'senior commanders', to their respective mountain gates while they are having their 'Penglai Alliance'!"

"Also, on Penglai Island, remember to send a big gift."

"I want their alliance to become stronger!"

"Then."

"Come and 'kill me'!"

'King Qilu' Yan Nanbei's eyes flashed with strange colors, and then he clenched his fists fiercely.

And in this palace.

After hearing this, more than a dozen of Yan's direct descendants looked at each other and laughed.

"I understand, King Qilu has such a profound plan!"

"If this can be done, the revival of our Yan family is imminent, not to mention the 'land of Qilu'. Even places farther away may not be out of reach!"

Their lineage has been dormant in the Snowy Mountains for decades, and outsiders have no idea of ​​its origins.

If you don't need to think of ways to find some warriors to come and sacrifice that "secret realm" within the scope of the Snow Mountain, and worship the "immortal chief" there.
How could it lie dormant until today?
"Yan Nankong!"

Beside Yan Nanbei, a fierce figure carrying a broad sword slowly stood up.

"You have to be taught the 'Shidu' sword technique by an immortal. After practicing for more than twenty years, it's time for you to show your power."

"I will leave it to you to guard Daxue Pass. You will lead five thousand soldiers of my Yan family. You don't have to care about death. All you have to do is kill!"

"If a person dies, use the method of injecting corpse energy into the body to turn the clansmen into heroic spirits and continue fighting!"

"As long as you kill enough people"

"Once the immortal comes back to life!"

"Then you and I will have the possibility to reach a higher realm!"

"For the glory of Yan's resurrection!"

Shua, Shua, Shua!

Everyone in the hall drew their swords and behaved enthusiastically.

The sixth day of September, Penglai Island!
Across the land of Qilu, 16 heroes from all walks of life came in force under the banner of banners and made a fuss!
spearhead
Pointing directly at the looming and eternal snow-capped mountain in the far east!
(End of this chapter)