Chapter 232 The war begins The waiter quickly brought the wine. Ruan Xing picked up the glass and took a sip. The clear and refreshing wine was refreshing, with a faint fruity aroma. The taste was similar to what he had drunk in Nanzhou at that time. The middle-aged man at the next table raised his glass and gestured to her, so Ruan Xing raised his glass in return, and the two of them toasted each other from a distance. The man smiled and said, "Is the fairy also here to travel in Dayu City?" "Yes, just for a walk." Ruan Xing replied, "You two don't look like you are here to travel." Mo Cijun looked sickly, as if he would faint after taking two steps. The man said with shame: "Excuse me, I am Cheng Zhishu, this is my disciple Mo Cijun, I am here just to take my disciple home." Ruan Xing understood. Mo Cijun had been imprisoned for nearly a year. Many people probably thought that he had already died in the northern border. He was suddenly released by Xie Yao. Wanbaolou would never send anyone to pick him up. This person claims to be Mo Cijun's master, and there is an 80% chance that he is the mysterious owner of the building.
I just didn't expect that his appearance was too ordinary. It is also possible that he used some magic or instruments to conceal his appearance. Such a strong man who has lived for thousands of years suddenly talked to him in a small shop on the street... Ruan Xing didn't think that the other party was friendly and wanted to chat with someone. I just don't know what the other party is trying to do. Although she encouraged Xie Yao to let Mo Cijun return out of her own selfish motives, it was also indirectly saving Mo Cijun. She felt that she had done her best for Wanbao Tower. Unless the other party is a member of the Hidden Sect. As his thoughts raced, Ruan Xing let out an "oh". Cheng Zhishu continued, "The fairy doesn't seem surprised... My name may not have been well-known before, but after what happened last year, if you haven't heard of the Third Floor Master Mo, you are considered to be ignorant. Perhaps the fairy doesn't pay attention to the changes in the world of immortal cultivation. May I ask the fairy's name?" Ruan Xing paused, stroking the wine glass in his hand, lowered his eyes and said, "Daoyou, just call me Ruan Xing." A hint of surprise flashed across Mo Cijun's weak face. This person doesn't look like Ruan Xing whom he had met before. Are they really the same person? Cheng Zhishu laughed out loud, "So it was the Fairy Sansheng in person. Fairies really don't change their names." ...How come even Cheng Zhishu knows her name. Ruan Xing complained inwardly without words. But she didn't give her real name for no reason. Since Cheng Zhishu took the initiative to talk to her, it is very likely that he already knows her identity, so she might as well be open and honest about it. Secondly, she will use this identity to cause trouble in Dongzhou next month, so there is no need to hide it now. "I guess you are the elusive owner of the building. Why do you have to be so polite to me? After all, I am also an alchemist who has signed a contract with Wanbao Building, so I am half one of you, right?" Ruan Xing said with a smile. Cheng Zhishu said calmly: "Of course, but Wanbaolou is no longer worthy of its name, and the contract between the fairy and Wanbaolou will automatically be invalidated in one month. Will the fairy be so kind as to come and attend the last auction of Wanbaolou?" "Of course I will go. The host has already sent me a message, so how can I refuse?"
"Then we will wait for the fairy in Wanbao Tower." Cheng Zhishu lowered his glass, gestured to Ruan Xing to toast again, and left with Mo Cijun. Ruan Xing looked at the table full of colorful dishes, but felt that they were tasteless. It seemed that Cheng Zhishu saw through her, but the other party did not make any trouble, so she could not guess Cheng Zhishu's purpose. After the two walked away. Mo Cijun couldn't wait to ask Cheng Zhishu, "Her transformation skills are mysterious. Master, since you have never seen her, how did you recognize her so quickly?" "I didn't recognize her. I didn't know who she was before she introduced herself." Cheng Zhishu said calmly, "I just saw destiny in her." "Is it related to the Heavenly Order?" Mo Cijun asked. Cheng Zhishu stopped, his expression became a little serious, and he said sternly: "The matter of Tiandao Ling has nothing to do with you. I hope you don't make me repeat it for the third time." Mo Cijun lowered his head helplessly, "Yes, I understand." "Your mission has been completed." Cheng Zhishu's expression became a little more relaxed. "I will find some natural treasures for you to repair your spirit bones. Even if I can't completely repair it, it can stabilize your current realm and prevent it from falling." Mo Cijun actually no longer cared whether he could stabilize his cultivation and repair his spiritual bones. If he really cared, he would have joined Xie Yao and stopped talking nonsense, and he would not have persisted for so long. But he felt that his master didn't seem very happy about his return. Time quickly came to a month later. Canghai City, Dongzhou. The auction of Wanbao Tower was being prepared in full swing, and all the large and small sects in the four states had sent representatives. This is a grand scene that only happens once in thousands of years, with so many high-level monks gathered together. Wanbaolou even slightly changed the architectural layout of its original base camp just to make it more visually comfortable. Ruan Xing brought a few puppets whose appearance she had changed using the illusion technique, acting as her accompanying disciples. She took the post from Wanbao Tower addressed to Fengling Yueying Sect and successfully entered Wanbao Tower. Wanbao Tower was divided into different living areas and box seats according to the comprehensive strength and size of the sect. According to the status of Fengling Yueying Sect, she was almost in a marginal position, but due to her personal strength bonus, or perhaps Cheng Zhishu had other ideas, her seat was actually in the middle. The first day of the auction has begun. Mo Cijun seemed to have recovered. He flew onto the high platform in the middle and gave an opening speech with a ruddy face. Then other handsome and eloquent monks came to introduce the items for auction. The items for auction were all the squeezed-out stocks in the Wanbao Tower's warehouse. They were released all at once, which made them seem both large in quantity and affordable. Among them were even quite a few fifth-grade elixirs that Ruan Xing had refined before. However, these sect representatives were not here to purchase goods. Only a few of them made bids, and the auction process proceeded very quickly. An elder from a small sect nearby couldn't help but yawn and muttered quietly, "Why is this really an auction?" They all knew the news that Mo Cijun had returned from the Northern Territory, and they became even more enthusiastic about attending the auction. Who knows, the man saw it, but he said nothing about the North.
Some of those who came to the auction came for matters related to Mo Cijun and the Northern Territory, and some came for the final ownership of Wanbao Tower at the auction. Wanbao Tower is a golden opportunity that can lay eggs. Some people may just want to join in the fun and broaden their horizons. Ruan Xing laughed and chatted with the elder, "What else do you think it is?" "We have to talk about the heroic deeds of the Third Floor Master Mo in the Northern Territory, right?" The elder scratched the back of his head. "Also, the owner of the building wanted to auction off the ownership of Wanbao Building because the Third Floor Master Mo would probably die in the Northern Territory. Now that the Third Floor Master Mo is back, the owner of the building has no intention of retracting this decision. Is he really going to hand over Wanbao Building to someone else?" He clicked his tongue twice. Although he had no qualifications to participate in the competition, being able to witness the weighing and changing of pros and cons at Wanbao Tower with his own eyes was still an experience. "Maybe there will be other good shows to watch. We'll know the day after tomorrow," said Ruan Xing. The auction will last for three days in total. If anything really happens, we will probably find out on the third day. "That's right." The elder nodded in agreement. Other small sects nearby have already started to pick up bargains, so this trip cannot be in vain. Ruan Xing had already looked at these items in the simulation. There was nothing good on the first day, but the high-level magical weapons on the second day were somewhat interesting, but they were not as good as the White Jade Sword and the Sumeru Mirror. Ruan Xing was not interested at the moment, so he quietly left the venue and went for a walk outside. Unexpectedly, there was a pleasant surprise. She saw from afar that Mo Cijun was not in the venue, but went up to the octagonal tower of the Alchemy Pavilion, enjoying the breeze and being in a daze. Looking lonely. Ruan Xing's heart moved, and he teleported up and stood next to Mo Cijun, "What are you doing here?" Mo Cijun was startled, turned around and saw that it was Ruan Xing, and breathed a sigh of relief, "Why are you here?" "I'm bored, so I came out for a walk." Ruan Xing put his hands on the railing, squinted his eyes leisurely, and took in the scenery under the attic. "Have you recovered? Fan yourself here in the middle of the night and enjoy the cool breeze." Mo Cijun paused as he fanned himself. This is just his habitual action. But he still felt a little embarrassed from Ruan Xing's unintentional words, and forced a smile, "After all, I am a True Lord of Transformation, can I fall ill from a little cold wind?" "It's cold in March, the remaining snow is melting, and your spiritual power is depleted, how can you not be cold?" Ruan Xing curled her lips and said, "I'm just concerned about you. If you had listened to me and not gone to the North, you wouldn't be suffering this hardship now." After she simulated the results, she did try to persuade Mo Cijun, but he just didn't listen. Mo Cijun was startled, his eyes flickering, and the fingers that were holding the fan handle exerted a little force, and his fingertips turned white. "I can't not go." He laughed at himself, "But I would like to ask you to do me a favor." "What's the deal?" "Use your transformation technique to turn me into another person." Mo Cijun used the water mirror technique to reveal the man's appearance to Ruan Xing. Ruan Xing was happy to do this small favor, but she also wanted to receive some compensation. "Okay, but in return, you have to do me a favor." Ruan Xing said. "You said."
"I haven't made up my mind yet." Ruan Xing stretched out her hand and brushed across Mo Cijun's face. "This look can probably last for three hours." "That's enough." Mo Cijun hesitated, "If this is a deal, I can't possibly betray my master." "Don't worry, I'm not that unkind." Ruan Xing smiled. Mo Cijun glanced at her, then turned and went downstairs. It was late at night and today's auction was over. The monks walked out of the venue one after another, some of them were in high spirits and held their heads high. Items that are usually priceless are now being sold at Wanbao Tower like they are sold in bulk. The monks who are solely focused on purchasing have begun to calculate how to distribute these resources after returning to the sect. Ruan Xing lay on the railing and watched them, and took the time to call back the puppet he had transformed into a disciple. But she was thinking in her heart that before coming to the auction, she had already tried it with a real-life simulation and there were basically no problems. However, in reality, the variable Mo Cijun appeared. Although the source was because she had a sudden whim to come out for a stroll, it did have subsequent effects. She can't take it lightly. Ruan Xing thought for a while and opened the real-life simulation. Turned around and went downstairs. The auction went on as usual the next day. However, Ruan Xing knew that Xie Yao had already started his plan to invade Zhongzhou. Somewhere in Zhongzhou Fengtian City, demonic cultivators are emerging in large numbers. Xie Yao's main target of attack is Xianyuan City. The Xuanbing Sect has already sent some of its high-level cultivators to the Chongshan Secret Realm, and two peak masters have been sent to Dongzhou Canghai City. The Xuanbing Sect now only has half of its incarnation cultivators. If Xie Yao cannot take it down within one day, then the good environment she has created will be wasted. Ruan Xing looked at Taoist Master Qing Yuan and Master Qi Feng, who were sitting at the front of the venue, and his eyes darkened slightly. The underground palace of the North. The vines moved on the ground, lifting up Xie Yao's body. She raised her hand and overturned the dome of the underground palace. Countless vines dragged the stone walls of the underground palace, instantly turning it into a complete ruin. A huge noise resounded throughout the North, and it seemed that even the ground was shaking. A Xuanbing Sect cultivator stationed in Wuxu City quickly held onto the door frame to steady himself, and said to his companion, "Did you hear any sound just now?" "It seems there is a little bit of news coming from the northern border." The companion shrugged, "It's probably those demon cultivators who are hot-tempered and have started fighting again. The peak master and his men haven't come out of the secret realm yet, so we just need to guard the Chaos City and not worry about what those demon cultivators do." "Yes, as long as we don't leave the City of Disorder, the fights between the demon cultivators have nothing to do with us." The cultivator stationed there nodded. Xie Yao's Guixu period's pressure was unleashed without any scruples. The demon cultivators gathered together spontaneously and lined up in a scattered queue in front of the underground palace, silently expressing their submission to the Holy Demon Lord. Demon Lord Chenghuan and Demon Lord Chenxin also came with their respective subordinates. Chuan Zhen stood aside with his arms folded, while Shui Linglong and Xie Huai were behind Xie Yao. The Northern Territory may not look like a big place, but when it comes together, there are hundreds of thousands of demon cultivators, crowded together like ants.
Seeing that most people had arrived, Xie Yao waved his hand again and instantly cut off all the vines under him! A strong smell of blood began to spread. The bloody wound left after cutting the vines healed quickly. Xie Yao reached back expressionlessly, and Xie Huai handed over the Sui Lingzhu. Looking around, Xie Yao said, "I am a cultivator of the Demonic Path. Today, I will use the blood of the Immortal Sect to wash away the thousand-year shame of the Demonic Path! Do you dare to join me and attack Zhongzhou?" In the silence, a feminine and beautiful man opened his red lips and shouted loudly: "Invade Zhongzhou and kill all the immortal cultivators!" Suddenly, earth-shaking shouts rang out! "Invade Zhongzhou!!" "Kill all the immortal cultivators!!" Demon cultivators were not the type who could control their emotions, and the words of Xie Yao and Demon Lord Cheng Huan aroused their ferocity. Which of the demon cultivators present here has not suffered from being suppressed by immortal cultivators? Staying in the barren northern border, leading a precarious life, even the lowest grade elixirs from the Immortal Sect are scarce resources in the northern border. Even if some demon cultivators who didn't hate the Immortal Sect had greedy thoughts in their hearts, what was wrong with the Immortal Sect being so high and mighty? They just wanted to kill and plunder! Demon Lord Chenxin looked at Demon Lord Chenghuan, who had called out first, with a strange look in his eyes. The latter smiled and said, "What's wrong? Are you surprised?" "I just didn't expect that you hated them more than the demon cultivators." "Ha, don't mention you. I didn't think of it myself." Thinking of the upcoming fight, Demon Lord Chenghuan couldn't help but lick his lips excitedly. Xie Yao looked at everything in front of her with satisfaction. She crossed her hands, and the Sui Lingzhu spun in front of her chest, opening a door that was fifty meters wide and eighty meters high. This secret passage was not her limit, but she had to maintain the passage for too long so as not to consume too much of her mana. "Follow the Holy Demon Lord!" Demon Lord Chenghuan gave a strange cry and flew into the gate first. Xie Yao also entered, and other demon cultivators swarmed in like locusts and squeezed into the gate. The inner space behind the gate was like a fairyland, with all kinds of low-level spiritual plants everywhere. The eyes of the demon cultivators turned red, and they couldn't help but spit, "Is this the secret realm of the immortal cultivators? They have lived such a good life for so many years!" If Ruan Xing was still here, he would probably be able to recognize that this was the Jintai Secret Realm that was taken away by Xie Huai in some unknown way. The demon cultivators were getting restless and wanted to dig up all the land here. However, under Xie Yao's pressure, they were all forced to hold back. Xie Yao did not close the door behind him. Instead, he closed his eyes and felt the direction, and opened another small door less than a hundred meters away from the main gate. The fog was swirling around. Xie Yao pointed at the foggy door and said, "That's Fengtian City in Zhongzhou." Demon Lord Chenghuan rushed forward again without hesitation. A large group of demon cultivators came in from one door and went out from another.
Jintai Secret Realm became their transit station. This is the good idea that Xie Yao thought of decades ago. Without the need for a teleportation array, a large force can reach the enemy's rear and advance deep into the enemy territory alone. You just need to rely on the Sui Lingzhu in your hand. This is a good thing, but it’s a pity that the Qintai family doesn’t know how to use it, so it has been wasted for so many years. In the peaceful and prosperous Fengtian City, a group of evil cultivators with strange laughter suddenly broke in. They destroyed and robbed wantonly, slaughtering all the cultivators they saw and fighting for the spoils from each other. Even some of the stronger cultivators were frightened by the locust-like behavior of the evil cultivators. They did not dare to fight back and instead fled out of the city with their flying swords. However, Xie Yao would not give them the chance to escape and report the news. The Demon Lord Chenxin floated in the air, his eyes flashing with golden light. The entire Fengtian City was filled with illusions, as if it had become a ghost wall, and no creature could get out alive. Demon Lord Cheng Huan asked him with great interest, "It's been a while since you've used all your strength to such an extent, right?" Demon Lord Chenxin had no time to deal with him. After a while, he slowly replied, "This is just a small town. There are no high-level cultivators here. There are only a few ants in the Golden Core Stage. Why bother with so much effort? When Saint Demon Lord said that he had changed his target from South Province to Central Province, you chose this place as your first stop. What was your intention?" "I don't have any intention, I just want to have fun." Cheng Huan Demon Lord said with a smile, "Fengtian City, well, it's too lively, I don't like it, let's make it quieter." It only took an hour, and before the demon cultivators who were shuttling between the two doors arrived, Fengtian City had already completely fallen. Demon Lord Cheng Huan said excitedly, "Next stop, Xianyuan City, let's go!" Demon Lord Chenxin dispelled the illusion, and a large number of demon cultivators rushed towards the direction of Xianyuan City. On the other side of the door, Xie Huai, who could no longer contain himself, stood up and wanted to enter. Shui Linglong quickly stopped him, "The Saint Demon Lord didn't ask you to go with him." "Get lost!" Xie Huai exuded a low pressure, "She used the secret realm that I snatched back, but she didn't let me participate. What's the logic!" Shui Linglong looked at Chuan Zhen for help, "Elder Chuan Zhen... please help me persuade His Highness." Chuan Zhen glanced at them, took two steps forward to block Xie Huai, and said, "Follow me and go in last." Following Xie Yao's orders, he had to stay behind and wait until all the demon cultivators following Xie Yao entered the gate. He would then kill those who fled before entering the gate. However, he is also responsible for Xie Huai's safety. So he could only let Xie Huai wait with him. After hearing Chuan Zhen's words, Xie Huai's irritable mood calmed down a little. "Okay, then wait." Anyway, there are not many demon cultivators left. In the first half hour, two-thirds of the way in had already been entered. When no one entered the gate here, Chuan Zhen, Xie Huaishui and Linglong appeared in the Jintai Secret Realm.
Xie Yao closed the gate to the northern border, walked out of the misty light ball, and arrived in Fengtian City. At this moment, Fengtian City was a sea of corpses and blood. Xie Huai felt a little uncomfortable looking at the scene in front of him. Xie Yao glanced at him nonchalantly and said, "Don't you want to participate? Come, follow me to Xuanbing Sect and kill every immortal cultivator you see." In her eyes, there were 180 mountains hidden in the clouds, the Xianyuan City surrounded by the mountains, and the two crumbling islands above the top of Xianyuan City. They are Tianxin Island and Floating Island. "I'm finally... here..." A trace of fatigue flashed across Xie Yao's face. There is still some distance from Fengtian City to Xianyuan City. The demon cultivators on the ground still need to run or fly for a while. Xie Yao, Demon Lord Cheng Huan and others have already arrived. The large number of demon cultivators acting together looked very powerful and soon attracted the attention of some cultivators. "A rainbow pierces the sun and demonic energy rises to the sky. It is an ominous sign." True Lord Qingmeng looked up at the sky with a solemn expression. The disciple Zhou Miaoyu who was serving beside him said with concern: "Master, you were injured when you forced yourself to look at the horoscope before. Your injuries are not healed yet, so don't look at it again." Lin Wenxi acted as if he didn't hear anything. He took out the Bagua plate and recited the incantation with his fingers. Halfway through, he spat out a mouthful of blood. "Master!" Zhou Miaoyu exclaimed and hurried forward to wipe the blood off his chin and body. Lin Wenxi pushed her away and ran out the door with a crazy look on his face and staggering steps, "Quick, the demon cultivators are invading! Activate the mountain protection formation!" As the peak master, he could use the sect's jade token to directly notify and control people. But when he took out the sect's jade token, a vine suddenly broke out of the ground, knocked the jade token away and wrapped around his wrist. The barbs on the vine pierced into his skin, as if consciously devouring his blood. "It's too late to realize it now." Xie Yao's figure appeared in front of him. She was wearing a black dress and walked up with her long legs swaying. The breeze blew her hair, and green smoke rose from the hem of her long skirt. Lin Wenxi's spiritual power surged, and he swung his arms fiercely, trying to tear the vine into pieces. However, he had been attacked by the backlash before and showed signs of being possessed. He had injuries on his body, and this vine was not an ordinary vine, so he could not smash it as easily as he thought. Another vine came up and bound his legs. Zhou Miaoyu, who had hurriedly caught up, saw the scene in front of her and drew her sword to cut the vines without caring about her own safety. "Master, be careful, I'll help you!" But her cultivation level was only at the late Jindan stage, and she was nothing more than a gnat trying to shake a tree in front of Xie Yao. She snapped her fingers and the vines pierced through Zhou Miaoyu's eyebrows. Zhou Miaoyu's anxious and panicked expression froze and she fell backwards. Lin Wenxi was furious, "How dare you kill my disciple!" Thanks to Yumo for the monthly ticket~ Thanks to book friend 20191112212429185 for your monthly ticket~ Thanks to book friend 20220404130136753 for your monthly ticket~ Thanks to book friend 20220307153348798 for your monthly ticket~ Thanks to Hope Wandering for the monthly ticket~ Thanks to 青豆豆_db for the monthly ticket~ Thanks to Hao Ning for the monthly ticket~ Thanks to book friend 20231019183119642 for your monthly ticket~ Thanks to Linglongji for the monthly ticket~ Thanks to Esme for the monthly ticket~