Green coriander family

The thunderclouds over Wojizhou slowly dissipated, and all the members of the Chen clan on the oasis looked at the fourth-order Lingshan in unison, wondering if the one who had crossed the catastrophe survived.

On the fourth-order spiritual mountain, Chen Zimo stood in front of a pile of charred charcoal that was not like an immature insect, with a smile on his face.

Chen Zixuan rushed to the top of the mountain quickly after the thunder calamity was over, and when he saw the lifeless coke ahead, he suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

But when he was thinking hard about what to do, the coke actually moved that moment, and then a small crack slowly appeared above the coke.

As time passed, the crack gradually grew bigger, and finally cracked completely.

Under the watchful eyes of Chen Zimo and Chen Zixuan, a blue spirit worm the size of a child crawled out from the crack, shaking off the juice from its body.

The blue spirit worm glanced at Chen Zixuan in the distance, then set its gaze on Chen Zimo, and let out a "squeak".

The next moment, the blue spirit worm shrank rapidly, and finally disappeared without a trace.

Nian Lingchong disappeared when his body shrank to the size of a fist, jumped onto Chen Zimo's left shoulder, and then fell asleep.

"Brother Eleven, where is your spirit insect that survived the thunder disaster?"

After the spirit worm disappeared, Chen Zixuan walked towards Chen Zimo slowly, and asked softly.

Chen Zimo glanced at Chen Zixuan, then swung his right hand over his left shoulder, and the tiny figure of Nian Lingworm appeared in Chen Zixuan's eyes.

Looking at the sleeping Nian Ling Chong on Chen Zimo's shoulder, Chen Zixuan's eyes were very tangled, and at the same time, the flame of assiduous cultivation was ignited in his heart.

Chen Zixuan had heard about the spirit worm in front of him. It was hatched from a bunch of worm eggs that Chen Zimo bought at Chisha Xiuxianzhou at random.

Just such a five or sixty-year-old spirit worm has reached the fourth level, and he is only a late-stage foundation establishment monk, which made Chen Zixuan extremely unbalanced.

Glancing at the sleeping Nian Lingworm again, after Chen Zixuan confessed to Chen Zimo, he rushed back to his cave to prepare for retreat and practice.

Looking at Chen Zixuan's leaving figure, Chen Zimo knew that he had been hit, so he couldn't help shaking his head.

In order for Nian Lingworm to break through to the fourth level, Chen Zimo fed it a golden core and several fourth-level demon cores, one of which was still a top-tier fourth-level demon core.

Without the support of Chen Zimo's spiritual objects, Nian Ling Chong would probably only be a third-rank low-grade spirit insect, and it would be too early to reach the fourth rank.

Chen Zixuan didn't know about this, but at this time he was recklessly preparing to retreat and practice, and secretly decided that he would not leave the closed door until he broke through the foundation establishment Dzogchen.

Before retreating, Chen Zixuan was very competent in handing over all matters concerning Woqianzhou to Mingzhong, and made arrangements with the group of iron-backed falcons.

After doing all this, Chen Zixuan still didn't forget to send a message to Chen Zimo, telling him to retreat by himself, and to go to Mingzhong directly if he needed anything.

After reading Chen Zixuan's message, Chen Zimo took a look at the red-armed giant ape who was living a happy life, gave it a few words, and then went back to the cave.

Several years have passed since then, Wanhua Valley and the Southern Demon Kingdom are still facing each other evenly, and the battle between the Taiqing Sect and the Ghost Sect is about to come to an end.

The cold wind and strong wind blew thousands of miles above the sky, a boy with white hair and childlike face in a brown robe and a woman in a long gray skirt flew quickly to the southwest.

The strong wind that was strong enough to tear apart the Jindan Dzogchen monks blew on the two of them like a breeze, but failed to cause any harm to them.

After a cup of tea, the woman in the gray skirt slowly stopped, and said to the white-haired man in front of her with a blank expression and no emotion.

"Fellow Daoist Qin, it's right here. If you go forward, you will reach the Skyline Mountains."

The white-haired man glanced down, and after seeing clearly where the bottom was, he said with a smile on his face.

"Friend Zhong Daoist, go a few steps forward, and I will treat you to tea later."

Hearing that there was tea to drink, a smile appeared on the face of the woman in the gray skirt, and she said with a smile.

"Since Fellow Daoist Qin is willing to invite my younger sister to drink tea, let's take a few steps forward."

"Friend Daoist's Wannian Green Leaf Tea, my little sister has been coveting it for a long time."

Hearing this, the white-haired old man couldn't help but smile wryly in his heart, it was because of the evergreen leaves staring at it.

But the matter has come to this, can he still refuse?

After a few breaths, the white-haired man and the gray-skirted nun slowly stopped and looked at the plain below.

"Fellow Daoist Qin, let's stay here, if we go any further, we will really reach the Tianhen Mountains."

The white-haired man took a closer look and recognized the junction of Qinzhou and West Qinzhou in the Daying Dynasty below.

The next moment, the white-haired man took out a pagoda shining with dazzling colorful aura, and then put the pagoda in his hand.

Seeing the pagoda, the woman in the gray skirt at the side revealed a hint of joy in her eyes, and carefully sized up the Immortal Artifact of the Five Tribulations.

At the same time, an old man in the deepest part of the corpse ghost sect opened his eyes, and the next moment he appeared thousands of miles above the corpse ghost sect, looking towards the direction of the Daying Dynasty.

"This kid Qin really put Zhenling Pagoda in the territory of the Daying Dynasty, but he doesn't know what price he paid for it."

"That little girl who just became a fairy is not a good person."

As soon as the words fell, a middle-aged man exuding a strong evil spirit appeared behind the old man and said respectfully.

"The disciples have met the ancestors."

The old man withdrew his gaze, turned to look at the middle-aged man behind him, and said with some displeasure.

"Zhenyuan, this is a sect, not an extraterritorial battlefield. Who are you planning to kill with such a fierce spirit?"

When the middle-aged man heard the words, his complexion changed slightly, and then he absorbed the evil spirit emitted by himself into his body, like an elegant middle-aged scholar.

"The Zhenling Pagoda is about to be born in the Daying Dynasty. You personally bring the elite disciples of this sect to go there, and don't lose the reputation of this sect."

Then the old man patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder, and went back the next moment.

Thousands of miles above the sky, the contemporary suzerain of the corpse ghost sect, half-step true immortal monk, true corpse suppressor—Zhong Zhenyuan took a look at the Western Daying dynasty, and then returned to the corpse ghost sect.

The same scene happened in Raging Fire Sect, Taiqing Sect, and Ten Thousand Flowers Valley, each sect dispatched a large number of monks to the Daying Dynasty.

After 6000 years, Hongyang Xiuxianzhou finally ushered in the Zhenling Pagoda again.

Thousands of miles above the junction of Central Qinzhou and West Qinzhou, the white-haired man slowly withdrew his hand from under Zhenling Pagoda.

When the white-haired man completely withdrew his hand from under the pagoda, the Immortal Artifact of the Five Tribulations—the Zhenling Pagoda slowly fell down.

The woman in the gray skirt glanced at the Town Spirit Pagoda which was slowly falling, then looked at the white-haired old man beside her, and said softly.

"Qin Daoyou, you have stood on the battlefield outside the territory for more than 3000 years, and you will not go back and have a look."

Hearing this, the white-haired man withdrew his gaze from the Zhenling Pagoda, and then looked at the sixth-level high-grade Lingshan in the center of Zhongqin Prefecture.

"I haven't been back for more than 3000 years, so it's time to go back."

The Zhenling Pagoda slowly fell from a height of thousands of miles, and its body gradually grew in size as it fell. When it landed, it was hundreds of feet high.