Heavenly Dao Cultivation System

The northern defense zone.

Outside the defensive array, dozens of saints are fidgeting, because the danger is close at hand.

If they cannot enter the defensive zone in time, the consequences are simply disastrous.

In order to be able to hide in the defensive formation, the white-haired elder of the Lingxiao Palace even gave the number of inner disciples.

but-

What made him almost vomit blood and die.

In the defensive array.

Yang Xieyun looked like an idiot, and said falteringly, "That old man, what is Lingxiao Palace?

Is it strong? "

When he heard these words, the elder of the Lingxiao Palace looked stiff, and the smile on his face suddenly solidified.

He cursed in his heart.

It's really a group of uncivilized aboriginals, who didn't even know about them in the High Heaven Palace, it was stupid to get home.

Although he was angry in his heart, the white-haired old man was still amiable.

As an old monster who has lived for thousands of years, he still has this psychological endurance.

Afterwards, he looked at Yang Xieyun and others and explained patiently.

"You fellow Taoists, Lingxiao Hall for short, Lingxiao Hall, is a huge force in the prosperous land of Zhongzhou.

To put it simply, before Qingzhou was unified, was the Great Sky Empire the strongest? "

Yang Xieyun nodded innocently, and said very approvingly, "Old man, you are right.

It was true that the Daqiong Empire was the most powerful before, but now, Qingzhou is the world of our Wuhan University. "

Hearing this, dozens of saints in the void were startled.

They guessed right.

Those so-called martial arts universities in Qingzhou were indeed established by the people here.

Just, why are all of them so weak?

It's incredible that such a group of guys who are as weak as ants can still command a group of godly warriors.

The white-haired old man suppressed the inner shock forcibly and continued to explain patiently.

"Yes, our High Heaven Palace is in the grand place of Zhongzhou, which is equivalent to your Qingzhou empire.

However, it is a hundred times, a thousand times stronger than yours.

So, now you should be able to understand, what exactly is our High Heaven Palace, right? "

The white-haired old man was nervous, and the other saints looked at Yang Xieyun expectantly.

They hope that this person's head can be used a little better, and then quickly open the opening of the defense formation so that they can hide in.

Regrettably.

Yang Xieyun's reaction was still neither salty nor indifferent, and it was not what they expected.

Suddenly in ecstasy, he bowed to the ground, wishing all of them dozens of saints would enter the defense zone.

Except for Yang Xieyun.

The other people were also very calm, as if they took the words of the white-haired old man as farting.

The expression of the crowd made dozens of sages almost angry on the spot.

Especially the gray-haired elderly.

Although he is only a little saint, behind him, there is a powerful Lingxiao Temple as a backer.

Therefore, even if an intermediate saint sees him, I am afraid that he will have to be respectful. Who dares to treat each other coldly?

Unless you don't want to live anymore!

In the cognition of the old man, it should be that as long as he speaks, these stupid natives will be overjoyed.

Then, these people were like welcoming the ancestors, and received them inside the defense zone in order to be able to enter their High Heaven Hall to practice.

But.

The scene before him was like a firm slap, slammed on his face fiercely, making him feel a hot pain.

Everyone in the defense zone did not introduce them as ancestors as he imagined.

Especially the group of people on the top of the building, their calm expressions were enough to make the white-haired old man angry.

At this moment.

If it weren't for fear of this defensive formation, only dozens of them, these saints, had already forcibly killed these natives.

at the same time.

The white-haired old man and others were also terrified.

They broke their heads and couldn't understand, who arranged such a strong defense force?

Is it an intermediate saint or an advanced saint, or the pinnacle saint?

Inside the defense zone.

Although Yang Xieyun, Xu Rushan and others did not speak, their hearts were also extremely shocked.

From the reactions of these saints, it can be seen that the formation of Su Yan's brat is extremely powerful.

Otherwise.

The beasts outside might have been wiped out a long time ago, so how could it be possible to have a friendly conversation with them.

but-

They are also difficult to understand.

Why can only Su Yan of the Ninth Level of God-Venerable Realm be able to arrange such a powerful formation?

The trajectory of that kid's life is simply a big mystery.

At any time, it can give them a huge surprise.

What Yang Xieyun and others didn't know was.

When Su Yan set up a large formation before, it inspired the mark of invincible luck.

At that time in the imperial capital of the imperial city.

After Su Yan stimulated the deep brows, one hand was enough to squeeze the saint ancestor of the Great Sky Empire.

This shows how terrifying his strength at the time was.

After he returned, although the time was very short, he also made a simple repair to the guarding formation in the defense area.

Therefore, this big formation will be so strong, so that a group of saints are helpless.

Of course.

Now these are insignificant.

The key is.

The safety of the people in the entire defense zone is guaranteed.

Even if they do not enter the underground refuge room, they will not be impacted by magic.

......

In the void.

Dozens of saints seem to be calm on the surface, but in fact they are spreading their voices crazily in secret.

"Everyone, quickly think of a solution.

If there is no other way, our dozens of saints will probably fall to this place where birds don't shit. "

"It's **** it, why?

Why can't even the reputation of the High Heaven Palace impress these ignorant natives? "

"I originally thought that as long as they saw our dozens of saints, they would open their formations happily to welcome them.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be like this. "

"You said, these people are too ignorant, so they don't know what the Lingxiao Palace really means?

Even, they don't even know the saints, so they are so ignorant.

After all, before we came, there was no saint in Qingzhou. "

As soon as this remark came out, everyone immediately agreed.

Although they rarely set foot in Qingzhou, their disciples occasionally come here to practice.

Furthermore, even they themselves would occasionally pass over Qingzhou.

Therefore, everyone has a general idea of ​​the strength of this place.

Looking at the entire Qingzhou, there is not even a hypocritical saint.

The strongest person seems to be only in the Nine-fold Peak Realm of Divine Respect.

From this point of view, these people do not know the majesty of the strong in the holy realm, but it is excusable.

"Hahaha, yes yes yes, it must be the case, old white-haired ghost, you quickly change your strategy and think about it again."

After figuring out the problem, a saint said in a hurry.

"I don't believe it.

Our group of invincible powerhouses at the sacred level will make a group of ants stay out of nowhere. "

To know.

When they flickered before, the reason why a few saints spoke and cursed the people in the defense zone.

Even directly threatening to make the people in the big formation immediately open the defensive formation, there is no tone of discussion at all, in fact, it is just their strategy.

They originally planned.

First let five or six saints come out to act as villains, verbally attacking the people in the defensive area, and reprimanding them first.

Then, let the white-haired old man come out to act as a great good person, and first scold the saints.

Then, she begged the people in the defensive area to open the defensive formation.

The idea is good, but the reality is very cruel.

The big show they directed and acted by themselves seemed to have no effect at all.

The natives in the defense formation didn't know if they had seen through their strategy, or if it was originally this cold reaction.

They are neither salty nor indifferent, and their indifferent expressions just make the white-haired old man want to go crazy, but helpless.

"Old white-haired ghost, what are you doing in a daze? Talk now."

A saint urged eagerly.

"The good guys before have let you act, but now you are silent, doesn't this make us wait to die?"

The white-haired old man glared at the saint fiercely, and shouted mercilessly.

"Damn idiot, the old man is thinking about a strategy.

This group of people doesn't seem to be so foolish, and they seem to be very vigilant. "

After scolding the saint, the white-haired old man looked at Yang Xieyun and the others again, and said earnestly.

"Dear fellow daoists, don't you know, what is a powerhouse at the holy realm level?"

Yang Xieyun looked disdainful, curled his lips and said, "It's just a strong man in the holy realm, what I don't know.

My apprentice is a saint. "

With such a bold tone, all of the white-haired Lao Tzu's words were blocked all at once.

Damn it!

Damn it!

The ignorant ants.

The white-haired old man cursed in his heart.

He had already thought about a lot of rhetoric, but he didn't expect to be beaten back by the ant in front of him with a word.

This feeling was like a punch that he went all out, but in the end it hit the cotton, with no effort at all.

The white-haired old man cleared his throat and said patiently again.

"This fellow Taoist is really courageous. I think you are only sixty or seventy years old, right? I didn't expect that the apprentice is already a saint.

You mentors and apprentices are simply geniuses of Tianzong. "

After a compliment, the white-haired old man said.

"Friends, since you know what a saint is, then the old man will not hide it from you.

All the dozens of us are powerful in the holy realm, and there are hundreds of such saints in our sect.

So, as long as you can make us take refuge, all of us will devote our life's resources to pay for this refuge. "

While speaking, the white-haired old man flicked his fingers.

Shoo.

A small silver arrow bounced out, suspended above his palm with a slight tremor, flashing back and forth like a human nature, and it was extremely agile.

"This fellow Taoist, this little arrow in the hands of the old man is called Sad Little Arrow, but it's a congenital treasure.

If you can open the defensive formation, the old man will give it to you now. "

Yang Xieyun sneered in her heart, but on the surface she pretended to be very happy.

"Really? If I open a hole, you will really give this innate treasure to me?"

The white-haired old man smiled and felt that the fish had finally taken the bait.

Immediately, he seemed to have grabbed the life-saving straw, and hurriedly promised.

"Friends of Taoist rest assured, if you open a hole to let us in, not only will I give this innate treasure to you, but even the saints behind me will give their treasure to you."

Although the white-haired old man said so in his mouth, he coldly hummed in his heart.

"Is really an ignorant greedy man who wants the treasure of the old man? Go dream.

After we come in, we will kill you as soon as possible, and then completely control the formation. "

Not only did the white-haired old man think so, even all the saints behind him were ecstatic in their hearts, and there was a profound expression in their eyes.

The ants in the formation were just pretending to be advanced before. Once they took out the treasure of housekeeping, they would let these natives kneel and beg them to enter.

However-

Just when everyone was extremely excited.

The smile on Yang Xieyun's face disappeared again, and then she asked again innocently.

"By the way, what is the innate treasure?"

In an instant, all the saints in midair were stunned.

The smiles on their faces froze in vain, and the whole person was completely stiff in place.