So I became a god

Chapter 63 Tan Heren?

a certain mountain,
Mao faction gate.

There is one main hall and three side halls.

The dilapidated palace walls and deserted popularity all reveal the decline and downfall of this sect.

in the main hall,
Five Taoist priests in gray Taoist robes gathered around an elderly Taoist priest with white beard and hair, asking something excitedly and nervously.

"Grand Master, think about it again, do you really have a junior brother?"

"Yes, grand master, this matter is very important to our sect."

"I'm so excited. If the Daoist in the Soul Cultivation Realm is really our Grand Master Uncle, then there is hope for the revival of our Mao faction."

"woooooo"

The old Taoist priest with white beard and hair, his eyes were slightly squinted, and the expression on his face was always calm, giving people an unfathomable feeling of a master of Taoism.

Perhaps because of the noise from the people around him, the old Taoist slowly opened his eyes, looking at Tan Youren beside him with cloudy and dim eyes.

"Who are you?" The old Taoist's voice was dark and deep.

Tan Youren seemed to have gotten used to the strangeness, so he hurried over and said, "I'm Tan Youren, your grandson."

The old Taoist seemed a little deaf: "Tan what?"

Tan Youren: "Tan Youren."

The old Taoist: "What benevolence?"

Tan Youren: "Tan Youren"

The old Taoist: "What does Tan have?"

Tan Youren: "."

Tan Youren gave up, and he said to another old Taoist beside him: "Master, Taishizu's Alzheimer's disease seems to be getting worse."

The master sighed deeply: "Yes, master, he is already 98 years old, and his body is getting worse day by day. I don't know how long he can last."

Tan Youren worried: "Grand Master doesn't even know our close friends now, do you really remember the junior who claimed to be him?"

The leader was silent for a moment and then said: "Whether the identity of the Taoist leader is true or not, if he can draw the amulet of our Mao faction, he is a member of our Mao faction."

Tan Youren: "This disciple also thinks the same way. Our Mao faction has fallen into such a state. What else is there for a Taoist priest to covet? Instead of being suspicious and looking for the bottom line, it is better to recognize this grand master uncle. Maybe this It may be an opportunity for our Mao faction to regain its former glory."

The head's eyes lit up when he heard the words: "Junior Brother Tan, you are right. Hurry up and make arrangements. We will welcome our long-lost Grand Master Uncle with the most solemn ceremony."

Tan Youren said in embarrassment: "But we have no money."

Head: "."

at the same time,

The Tiangang Sect Dojo is another scene.

The mountain gate was shattered, and howling was everywhere.

On the weekend, one person and one sword, walking in the square leading to the main hall of the Tiangang Sect like a leisurely stroll.

The broad golden sword across the body slashed across the stone slabs in the square, exuding a frightening majesty.

Behind the weekend lay a group of Tiangangzong disciples who were howling in pain, and in front of them was a group of trembling and fearful Tiangangzong disciples.

For every step forward on weekends, the group of disciples who stand in the way will take a step back.

no way,
The fear and strength brought to them by the weekend is too profound.

That great golden sword,
under the sweep,

unstoppable.

Looking at those brothers lying on the ground crying in pain is the serious consequence of rushing forward to be heroes.

"What are you still doing in a daze? Stop him quickly and don't let him approach the main hall." A certain elder among the group of disciples of the Tiangang Sect shouted sharply.

The rest of the disciples looked at each other, and under the restraint of the elders, suppressing the fear and trembling in their hearts, they all rushed towards the weekend.

A cold light flashed in Zhou Zhou's eyes, and he raised the big golden sword with one hand, sweeping away thousands of troops with one move.

The big golden sword infused with mana exuded a dazzling golden light, and the terrifying sword force combined with the powerful mana swept out a wave of powerful air and power.

bang——

what---
Like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, those disciples of the Tiangang Sect who rushed up all flew out howling.

moment,

The obstacles before the weekend are cleared away.

look up,

Looking up at the powerful energy emanating from the roof of the main hall.

weekend sneer.

"Let the disciples try their best to stop me. It turns out that they are arranging formations."

Dragging the golden sword on the ground, he stepped steadily up the steps leading to the main hall on weekends.

In the majestic hall,
Five monks dressed in black black robes stood in a mysterious and regular orientation, looking out of the hall with dignified and angry faces.

These few are the suzerain and elders of the Tiangang Sect.

The enemy has not yet arrived, but the sound of footsteps outside the hall can be clearly heard in this quiet hall.

The expressions on the faces of the five people in the hall became more and more solemn, and the oppressive feeling that the mountain rain was about to come and the wind filled the building became stronger and stronger.

Appeared,
A young and indifferent handsome face appeared at the entrance of the hall.

The hearts of the five people in the hall were shocked at the same time, subconsciously showing nervous and fearful expressions on their faces.

Master of the Soul Cultivation Realm,

Although there is only a thin line between the seventh level of Qi training and the soul cultivation level, the strength gap between the two is like a natural moat.

How many monks spent their entire lives unable to touch that layer of shackles, let alone break through it.

Since ancient times, there has been a saying in the practice world, if you don't enter the cultivation of the soul, you are all ants.

This was the case in ancient times when the spiritual energy was not exhausted, not to mention today when the spiritual energy is exhausted.

In fact, when he learned that his disciple had offended a Daoist in the Soul Cultivation Realm, the suzerain of the Tiangang Sect was so angry that he almost slapped the idiot who caused trouble to death with his palm.

Then when the Daoist of the Soul Cultivation Realm turned out to be the grand master uncle of the Mao faction, and said that he wanted Tiangangzong to get out of the dojo, the head of Tiangangzong was even more panicked, and his heart was ashamed.

Do you choose to fight to the death or give up the dojo?

This question is in front of all the disciples of Tiangangzong.

After discussing with the other four elders all night, the suzerain of Tiangangzong chose the former.

A monk without a dojo is like a rootless duckweed. In the end, he will either drift away and be bullied by others, or join other sects and be ridiculed by others.

In short, three words: old miserably.

And once the dojo is handed over, these disciples will become eternal sinners of Tiangangzong.

Of course, shame, guilt, and face are nothing compared to death.

Anyway, Tiangangzong has always been known in the practice circle for being despicable and shameless.

If the dojo is lost, it will be lost, if the sect inheritance is broken, it will be broken. As long as a person is alive, it is more important than anything else.

And the reason why Tiangangzong chose to resist desperately in the end and vowed not to leave is because of a set of magic circles.

"Five Elements Array"

According to the records of the Tiangang Grandmaster: The Five Elements Formation can destroy and nourish the soul.

It's not awesome, it's not fierce, it's not surprising.

If he could really defeat a Daoist in the Soul Cultivation Realm with the "Five Elements Formation", then fame, wealth, and status would be within his reach.

Thinking of this, the breathing of the five people in the hall became rapid, and expressions of excitement and anticipation appeared on their faces.

(End of this chapter)