Big Bodhi [The Great Enlightenment] - Chapter 253

[Chapter 251 If the same wind blows one day]

the ghost that is covered with dark ghosts will also walk to Zhao Xiaoyun, and the low voice is extremely hoarse: “Brother Xiaoyun, you are now in charge of the swallowing cloud domain, holding great power, Why do you need to be so polite to a few weak soldiers?”

Zhao Xiaoyun turned his head to look at the many creatures accompanying him, aware of the true emotions of these people, he couldn’t help shaking his head, and said, “This is the Lord of the Blood River. How are these palace soldiers unusual in the place of cultivating? Just now these few palace soldiers who have returned to the real upper realm seem to be ordinary, but one can arbitrarily pick one of the purest blood descendants of the Ji family. On the left and right sides, his aptitude and nature must be superior to others, how can we easily offend him?”

The horned monster was obviously a little dissatisfied, and said: “Domain Lord, although the Blood River Sanren is the Lord of the Taichu Territory, but I Waiting for the living beings, they have never even seen what they look like, and they have ignored the eight large and small domains from beginning to end. Maybe a single submerged cultivation will last for hundreds of years. I will offend a few Anyang government soldiers again What does it matter?”

“Stupid!”

Zhao Xiaoyun shook his head, too lazy to continue explaining.

bang.

A dull voice came from afar, and the city gate of Anyang County City slowly opened, and the Anyang Palace soldiers headed just now stood under the city gate, with profound energy surging in their palms, using a sound transmission method, saying: “Swallow the cloud. Domain Lord, please enter the city alone, and go to the Zhenhai Hall in the center of the county to meet the ancestors.”

Zhao Xiaoyun nodded, turned to the horned monster and the others and said, “You wait here for me for a while, I will go to send this edict earlier. The matter is clear.”

“Yes, domain master.”

After years of baptism, the ancient Anyang county town has long been riddled with holes, and even the stone bridge deck on the west side of the county town has many cracks, which seem to be broken at any time. Crack and collapse.

Zhao Xiaoyun walked alone on the deserted street, but deep in his mind, he evoked many memories of the past.

Looking up, the majestic Zhenhai Hall is faintly visible, which is exactly where the seven halls of the Ji family’s ancestral land are located.

“Could this be related to my cousin?”

Zhao Xiaoyun’s mind moved slightly, and suddenly thought of a possibility.

In the territory of Taichu today, there is only one cousin, the eldest son of the Ji family, Ji Yuenian, who only exists in rumors.

Ji Yuenian is the bloodline of the Tongxuan heart ghost that ignited the fourth-grade heart fire. His talent is in the Yuanyan realm, and he has entered the third mountain range of Taiyu Shengzong to practice, and was named the seventh in the Tongming Mountains. The pending holy son has a promising future, and in the minds of many creatures in the Taichu territory, he is no different from the gods.

“Lord Swallowing Clouds, what’s wrong with you?”

The voice of the soldiers of the Anyang mansion came to his ears, Zhao Xiaoyun stopped his thoughts and came back to his senses, only to realize that he had walked before the Seventh Palace of Ji’s Ancestral Land.

“Nothing, nothing.”

“Nothing is necessary, this ancient and dilapidated palace is really nothing to look at.” The Anyang mansion soldier looked a little teasing, but for the sake of the three jade slips, he was very interesting. Before Zhao Xiaoyun walked to the Zhenhai Hall, “The ancestors left a trace of breath in the Zhenhai Hall 30 years ago, and the Lord of Swallowing Clouds can go straight to the hall to see him.”

Zhao Xiaoyun looked a little unnatural, and he cupped his hands and said: ” What a lot of trouble.”

The mansion soldier didn’t say more, but quietly watched Zhao Xiaoyun walk into Zhenhai Hall with inexplicable eyes.

As a patrolling soldier in Anyang County, Luoshui, who had already led the Great Return to the True Realm, was more or less aware of the meaning of this edict.

The eldest son of the Ji family, who is comparable to a god, is about to participate in the Taiyu Shengzong Zongmen Grand Competition. After the Zongmen Grand Competition, it is very likely that he will be ranked among the six holy sons of the Taiyu Shengzong Six Mountains and will be in charge of the third mountain range. Among them, the most important one is the Tongming Upper Palace.

The Tongming Upper Palace has a radius of more than 100,000 miles, thousands of palaces and dojos, and countless creatures. Once the eldest son really takes charge of the third mountain range, all the blood of the Ji family who have been chosen to serve him will follow. Soaring into the sky, he left the dust-like territory of Taichu and truly stepped into the mysterious and mysterious world.

Ji Yuenian not only has the support of the Li family of the Third Mountain, but also the recommendation of the Holy Son of the Tongming Mountains. After the Battle of the Jade Rank, the honor of the Holy Son of the Third Mountain seems to have long been a sure thing. Things.

At the same time, behind the soldiers of the Anyang Mansion, the magnificent Zhenhai Hall was extremely quiet, and the needles could be heard.

Zhao Xiaoyun walked to the center of Zhenhai Hall, looked up at the splendid blood light on the platform that was several feet tall, and bowed down very respectfully, saying, “Zhao Xiaoyun of the Zhao family, I have seen the ancestors of the Blood River.”

His words were very clever . , abandoned the unfamiliar name of “Xuehe Zun Shang”, but added the word “Xuehe” before the “ancestor” called by the blood of the Ji family. The relationship has drawn a lot closer between intangibles.

Ji Suming was a Taichu creature thousands of years ago, and there were many marriages between the Zhao family and the Ji family. Zhao Xiaoyun called him “the ancestor of the blood river” at this time, but it was barely reasonable.

The beautiful blood light trembled slightly, and Ji Suming’s somewhat indifferent voice came down from a distance: “Even if you don’t come to see me at this time, I will order you to come here.”

Hearing this, Zhao Xiaoyun couldn’t help being a little flattered . , calmed down, and said, “What do you mean by the ancestors of the blood river?”

Ji Suming stopped speaking at this time, and a fiery red blood talisman condensed out in front of Zhao Xiaoyun.

Zhao Xiaoyun took the blood talisman tremblingly and looked up, but the dazzling blood light no longer trembled, and it was completely quiet.

Obviously, this blood light is just a wisp of aura left by the blood river loose person. At this time, with the departure of the blood river loose person, this aura also fell into silence.

“Sure enough, it’s cousin!”

Zhao Xiaoyun held the blood talisman tightly, and his expression changed several times in a very short period of time.

“Cousin stood out in the high-ranking battle of Jade Stage and Jade Stage, and is about to participate in the Taiyu Shengzong Zongmen Grand Competition. At this time, I want to choose the blood of the Ji family who ignited my heart and go to serve!”

“Chance Great opportunity!”

Walking out of the Zhenhai Hall, Zhao Xiaoyun’s mind was still overturned, and he couldn’t calm down in a short time.   ”If my cousin is really decreed as the son of the Third Mountain, I can not only re-enter the Taiyu

Holy Sect in a dignified manner, but also take this opportunity to soar into the sky and soar upward!”

Therefore, it has been more than 100 years since he left the Taiyu Shengzong. Although he has cultivated to the realm of half-step Shenhai, he has never really appeared in the attention of the Taiyu Shengzong.

For a behemoth with strict regulations such as Taiyu Shengzong, leaving silently is a defect. If all the defections have never left the Yuanyan realm, the final result is only death.

Over the years, Zhao Xiaoyun has been hiding in the territory of Taichu, because the territory of Taichu is the fief of Ji Suming, the blood river loose person, and the Taiyu Shengzong does not pay attention to it at all.

After all, the true curse of slaughtering ghosts is just an incomplete spell condensed by Ji Yuenian’s use of the yin of heaven and earth. If Zhao Xiaoyun wants to go further, the only way to enter the Taiyu Holy Sect is to practice!

“Cousin and Blood River Venerable mentioned me on purpose, and even let me quietly select some potential ghosts and ghosts to send to the Jade Court Palace. Any mistakes!”

Zhao Xiaoyun’s mind was agitated, standing alone under the ancient gate of Zhenhai Hall, the majesty of being the Lord of the Cloud-Swallowing Domain was no longer in his eyes, and there were only unconcealed desires and ambitions.

(End of this chapter)