I am cultivating immortality in Zhetian

Chapter 136 The holy land bows its head, the only bloodline

Due to all the major events that have happened recently, Fu Jin has not yet seen the famous God King in the Eastern Wilderness, nor has he waited for the expected people from the three Holy Lands of Dayan, Dao Yi, and Zi Mansion to come seeking revenge. Instead, he received an unexpected letter. outside invitations.

"Tonight at Xu's hour, I'll be in Zuixianque for a while."

The signature on the invitation is - Holy Lord Wanchu.

It was actually an invitation sent to the door by the new Holy Lord of Wanchu Holy Land, and he asked by name to meet Fu Jin.

"It can't be fake, can it?"

Everyone was a little confused when they saw this invitation.

But the name exudes the aura of the great road that is like "the original meaning of all things", which cannot be faked. It is indeed an aura that can only be possessed by those who have practiced the ancient scriptures of Wanchu Holy Land to an extremely advanced level.

"There's no good banquet, no good party. I think it's better not to go." Pang Bo shook his head.

No matter how you look at it, it seems strange that a majestic and peerless Holy Lord-level figure suddenly sends a solemn invitation to a junior like Fu Jin.

Fu Jin did not refuse in a hurry.

He was wondering if it was the exposure of his causing trouble in Wanchu Holy Land that attracted the Holy Lord's attention.

However, after feeling that the red jade token in his sleeve was slightly hot, Fu Jin nodded and agreed.

"I go."

He looked at the Wanchu Holy Land disciple in front of him who came to deliver the invitation, and said calmly:

"Go back and tell your Holy Master that I will go to the appointment on time, but I won't be the only one going to the appointment."

"As long as fellow Taoists are willing to go there in person, it doesn't matter if you bring more people."

This young disciple also exudes the aura of the Four Extremes Secret Realm. Except for Fu Jin, no one in the room can surpass him.

After a pause, he continued:

"My master has no ill intentions, and what we discussed this time is definitely a good thing for fellow Taoists."

Such a title is undoubtedly revealing his identity to Fu Jin.

The new disciple of Holy Lord Wanchu.

Sending a direct disciple who is considered to be the best among the younger generation in cultivation is enough to show the importance he attaches to Fu Jin.

"I understand." Fu Jin nodded slightly.

"In that case, I'll take my leave."

The young man politely handed over his hand, but he did not have the domineering air of ordinary Holy Land disciples, which made a few people's expressions slightly change.

After the other party was taken out by the Jiang family, Li Heishui said:

"Do you really want to keep the appointment?"

"Yes, although I don't know the purpose of this Holy Lord's visit, it may be related to Dayan and other holy places." Fu Jin already had a guess in his mind.

Counting the time, it was also time for people to come to the Holy Lands such as Dayan, Zifu, and Daoyi to cause trouble for him, but at this time there was still no movement, which made Fu Jin have to suspect that there was something wrong with this invitation. contact.

"I'm going to greet Chiryu-senpai, and then I'll go directly to the appointment."

Shaking his head, he stopped thinking about it, refused the others to go with him, and left the Jiang family.

But before leaving, the Black Emperor, who was always greedy, stopped him and handed him a dozen Xuanyu platforms that had already been carved.

"Boy, don't give up early. I haven't decided to refuse that deal yet."

Fu Jin felt warm in his heart.

"How about, how about you leave some precious blood for me as a deposit first?" The Black Emperor saw the situation and said immediately.

This dead dog.

Fujin threw up his sleeves and left.

Because Holy Lord Yaoguang himself was in danger and lost his Ji Dao weapon, Chilong Taoist came openly and openly this time, without any intention of hiding it. After meeting Fu Jin, they came to a treasure palace.

When Fu Jin talked about the invitation, Taoist Chilong couldn't figure out the other party's plan. Until he heard that Holy Son Wan Chu had also died in Fu Jin's hands, he couldn't help but look a little weird, and took a good look at the young man opposite him. A few glances.

This is the first saint son.

However, this matter was indeed done secretly enough, and no one knows about it until now.

The new Holy Lord Wanchu is also unlikely to know.

As for the riot in Wanchu Holy Land,
"Could it be that he discovered something about the disappearance of Shaking Light Holy Land and suspected you?" Chilong Taoist wondered.

Fu Jin also thinks the same way.

Although the Dragon Monument was surrounded by chaotic energy that day outside the Shaking Light Holy Land and did not reveal its true appearance, the terrifying power that suppressed the world was very different from the various imperial weapons passed down in the world. If anyone thinks about it, there is It's normal to be suspicious.

"If he really suspects you, the danger of attending the banquet this time is not great." Taoist Chilong said.

After all, this is a supreme weapon in which the gods have not fallen asleep. It can revive the emperor's power on its own. Once it is used with all its strength, no holy master of the holy land can be an enemy.

"Could they be here to seek peace?" Fu Jin expressed his thoughts.

Since the Holy Lord of Wanchu might have guessed that he had imperial soldiers, the Holy Lords of several other holy places had also made such discoveries.

"It's not impossible." Taoist Chilong's expression changed slightly.

"We'll find out tonight." Fu Jin put away the folding fan.

Because he didn't know what would happen next, he didn't go to the Jiang family again. After all, he was not familiar with the Jiang family. If something happened, he wouldn't bother them.He sat quietly in Baoque with Taoist Chilong, and when Xu was approaching, he got up and went to Zuixian Que.

Just as he was about to step into it, several shouts came from behind him.

Fu Jin turned around and saw that it was Ye Fan, Pang Bo, Li Heishui and the dead dog.

"Brother, don't worry, I brought a family heirloom." Tu Fei stepped forward and said boldly:
"If there is really any trouble, let's cooperate inside and outside, raise the Zuixian Tower and break out of the Holy City. From then on, we will become famous all over the world, wander around the world, and become bandits together."

A warm current surged through my heart, and Fu Jin said:
"Then it's settled."

After smiling at each other, he and Chilong Taoist walked into the Drunken Immortal Palace. The young man who delivered the message during the day was already waiting there. When he saw the people coming, he immediately stepped forward to greet them and led the way to the Immortal Palace hanging on the horizon. And go.

In the Qionglou Yuyu, the old vines are winding, the ancient trees are vigorous, and the elixir and fairy grass are growing prosperously, creating a scene full of vitality.

Beside the Yushu rockery, there are already several figures sitting upright.

"I heard that little friend Fu Jin is the only descendant of Taoist friend Nangong. He practices the art of longevity and has the vision of building the sacred tree. I wonder if this place will satisfy you?"

The man in gray robe pushed aside the gray mist that seemed to be the aura of chaos around him, revealing a majestic face. He stood up and walked towards Fu Jin. He spoke generously and with a very low posture, which made people feel good.

The new Holy Lord Wanchu.

Before he finished speaking, the other three figures who were sitting still let out a cold snort.

The breath of one is sharp and sharp, like a sword from heaven.

One person is surrounded by noble purple energy, like an immortal.

On the one hand, the Tao charm is manifested, simple and elegant.

Dayan, Zifu, and Daoyi are three holy places, three extremely powerful people who have reached the pinnacle of this realm.

Even though he is not the Holy Master of the three families, he is definitely a very important figure among the Supreme Elders.

This iconic smell verified Fu Jin’s conjecture that it was “related to the three families”.

"Eh? Since several fellow Taoists have decided to put aside their grudges, why do they need to make such a gesture again?"

Holy Lord Wanchu seemed to be comforting the visitors from the three families, but in fact, he had already informed Fu Jin of their intentions.

Indeed, reconciliation.

"You have to know that little friend Fu Jin brought a Jida weapon and made a big fuss at our mountain gate that day, and even took away one of the nine heritage monuments. Didn't our sect also decide to let go of our hatred?"

Holy Lord Wanchu seemed to have said something inadvertently, revealing the information he knew.

He really knew everything.

"Hmph, Yuan Daoyi, you got the position of Holy Master for nothing. The grudges your senior brother had when he was Holy Master will be wiped out without any burden."

The supreme power surrounded by purple energy said angrily:

"But my apprentice, who I have carefully trained for decades, dies in the hands of others. How can I bear it?"

The Holy Son of Zifu is not a disciple of the Holy Master of Zifu, but a disciple of this person.

"And my family Yi Fei." The eyes of the old man from Dayan Holy Land flashed, as if there were countless swords fighting and fighting, which made people feel chilly.

"That's my only blood descendant."

The old Taoist priest of Daoyi Holy Land did not speak, but with a wave of dust, the table in front of him filled with delicacies and spirits turned into ashes.

Holy Lord Wanchu's expression froze.

Before he could speak again, Fu Jin raised his eyebrows and said in a deep voice:
"Is this so-called banquet just for you to come to me to accuse me?"

His cold eyes swept over these three supreme experts and said coldly:

"As for reconciliation? I have never thought about it.

"The toughness of the seniors is exactly what I want. I just hope that when some blind saints and saints die in the future, they won't have to grieve and cry like they are today.

"If this is still the case, please inform me in advance. I don't have time to waste time on such boring things."

When Fu Jin opened his mouth, he did not use any curse words, and did not look at the three ugly old faces. He waved his sleeves and was about to leave, but was stopped by Holy Lord Wanchu.

"My little friend, don't be anxious. Since I invited you here, I naturally have the intention of the three holy masters.

"It's just that the three saint sons who died were all juniors who had been carefully trained by three Taoist friends for many years. Not only did they spend a lot of resources, but they also spent a lot of effort. This is hard to accept at the moment."

After saying this, Fu Jin finally figured out what the other party meant.

These holy places really want to reconcile with him.

But these three suffering masters were specially sent here, obviously to squeeze some benefits out of him.

Thinking that the three families might have learned that the retreat of Yaoguang Holy Land was related to him, Fu Jin immediately understood that these people were here for his income from Yaoguang Holy Land.

"Tell me, what do you want?" Fu Jin calmed down and asked straightforwardly, making the four of them look stiff.

This look just verified Fu Jin’s conjecture, and he said with a half-smile but not a smile:
"Don't tell me?

"If you don't say anything, I really have to leave, Sui."

Just as he was about to leave, the Supreme Elder of the Dayan Holy Land who just said "I am my only blood descendant" coughed lightly, his sadness disappeared, and he said quite embarrassedly:
"My little friend, you must have gained a lot of benefits from the Holy Land of Shaking Light.

"The King of Ancient Medicines for Extending Life, Many Magical Weapons and Treasures, and Countless Ancient Scriptures on the Solitary Cliff."

(End of this chapter)