Zhang Lingruo glanced at Liu Yuxuan, who was still angry, turned to look at Zhao Changhe, and smiled and said, "Hanshuiyuanjun is a casual cultivator. He was poor when he was young, but by chance he received help from monsters. Therefore, after he became enlightened, he not only took extraordinary care of the casual cultivator, but also protected many monsters in the swamp river system. His "Hanshui Taoist Garden" is also located in the tributary of Shaojiang River, and many creatures of various races live in and practice all year round."

"These are things that everyone knows, you..." Before Liu Yuxuan finished speaking, he was swept over by Zhao Changhe's cold eyes, closed his mouth awkwardly, and retreated to the back.

With red lips slightly opened, Zhang Lingruo continued: "However, Hanshui Yuanjun has an inner palace called Datong Water Mansion, but few people know it. The meaning is to hope that whether it is a monster or ghost, a human demon, a large and small sect or a scattered cultivator family, they can live in peace and unite in the world."

"How is this possible? Why did this Lord Yuanjun reach such a profound state and still have such naive ideas?" Zhao Changhe's expression changed slightly and he spoke in surprise.

"We should not speculate on the idea of ​​this master for the time being, but since we have confirmed that it is this master Hanshui Yuanjun, this inheritance hall will not be as simple as imagined." Zhang Lingruo looked at the huge golden and red hall and said softly.

The whistling sounds in the sky, and many lights fall here one after another, and various forces gather more and more. However, in just two days, disciples from five large sects gathered here, as well as countless casual cultivators and small sects of aristocratic families, etc., with thousands of people.

A huge demon cloud came from afar, covering the sky and the sun, and roaring sounds came down, and countless eyes looked up.

"The Ancient Sect of Emperor Wa!"

"People from the demon clan!"

There were a burst of discussion, but no one dared to show a strange look. Whether it was five large sects, countless small sects and small families, or many casual cultivators, they all showed a hint of respect on their faces.

The ancient sect of Wahuang and the Shangqing Holy Sect are two overlord sects in the Shanshan area. They control millions of miles of territory and are majestic and no one dares to be disrespectful at all.

The demon cloud fell, and more than ten disciples of the ancient sect of the Wahuang, who were in snake tails, appeared. The head was a young man in red, with a very handsome face and a cold expression. He glanced at the golden and red hall and did not speak.

"The Demonic Sect, the Poyue Sword Sect, the Linghua Sect, the Daji Temple and the Jilezhai, and several large sects on the edge of Shanshan. You are here together." A white-haired young man behind the red-clothed boy glanced at the five large sects that had arrived and spoke with a smile.

No matter how dirty the disciples of these large sects were before, they all stepped forward and saluted: "I have met Senior Brother Hongzhao and Senior Brother Yan Wuji."

The boy in red did not comment, but kept looking at the hall, not knowing what he was thinking.

The white-haired young man Yan Wuji waved his hand gently and said, "Don't be too polite. This place is full of people from the Shanshan area, so there are not so many rules. The Yuanjun inheritance, and anyone who is destined to get it can get it."

As a genius disciple of the ancient sect of Emperor Wa, Yan Wuji did not pay much attention to the Yuanjun inheritance, but only had other important things with Hong Zhao and others. I heard that the Yuanjun inheritance Hall appeared here and I would just take a look at the fun.

When the disciples of the five major sects heard this, their expressions changed slightly, but they did not dare to say anything more, but just whispered.

The casual cultivators showed joy on their faces, and their eyes gradually became hot when they looked at the Golden Red Hall.

Although this place is at the junction of Shanshan and Heyin, there are almost no forces in Heyin. One side of the river is extremely desolate. Almost all the forces gathered here are located within Shanshan.

There are many large sects farther away, but no disciples come here at all. They are just inherited from the Yuanshen realm and cannot afford to fight.

Even most of the disciples who have already arrived here are just for the purpose of training. The only ones who are really here for the Yuanjun inheritance are probably those casual cultivators and people from small families and small sects.

"Wuji, this Datong Water Mansion is the inner palace of Hanshui Yuanjun's temple." Hong Zhao withdrew his gaze and spoke softly.

"Oh? Hanshui Yuanjun, is the idiot who compares monsters with demons?" Yan Wuji had no respect for this half-step divine power in his words.

Hanshui Yuanjun is also extremely famous within the ancient sect of Emperor Wa, but because of his desire to achieve enlightenment, he really defiles the demon clan of the ancient sect of Emperor Wa.

The demon clan was passed down from the bloodline of the supreme power before the age of 2000. Its original body is different from that of the human race and it forms its own clan. In the Shanshan realm alone, there are the human-body snake-tail demon clan of the ancient sect of Wahuang, and the six-tailed fox demon clan of the Daji Temple in the large sect.

Monsters are all non-human creatures. They are formed by spiritual intelligence and form through hard practice. They have low status and few monsters can cultivate to the depths of mysterious methods. Ordinary monsters will often become preys of the two tribes.

The demon clan hates others to compare it with monsters the most. Hanshui Yuanjun just hit the tip of the knife. As the overlord sect, the ancient sect of the Wahuang Emperor rarely does anything to bully the small because of his face. However, a senior king from the dispersal realm once came with anger, hoping to capture Hanshui Yuanjun and suppress it.

Later, it was said that after discussing the story of the Supreme Lord of the God Dispersing Realm and Hanshui Yuanjun, he did not take action, but retreated silently and sent an order that the disciples of the Ancient Sect of Wahuang, who had to avoid them from afar.

Hong Zhao frowned and said, "What's the difference between your words so vulgar at this moment?"

Yan Wuji raised his eyebrows slightly, but did not respond. Instead, he turned to look at the distant sky, with a hint of playfulness in his eyes and said, "There are several waves of disciples in the Shangqing Holy Sect. Our Shanshan realm has not been so lively for a long time, except for the last Shanshan Dharma Assembly."

The rest of the people felt a slight vibration in the air and looked up.

A huge silver-white carriage was pulled by four snow-white spirit beasts, bringing dazzling lights, and countless silver-white spots of light disappeared and fell from the sky.

Several of them walked out of the white carriage. The first one was a young man in white, with endless violent expressions in his eyes.

Hong Zhao turned his head slightly and looked at him. In an instant, countless lightnings exploded around him. In the tributaries of the swamp water behind the Golden Red Hall, dozens of waves more than ten feet high rose in the endless river water, continuous, and invisible ripples echoed around.

"Son of White Deer." Hong Zhao withdrew his gaze and spoke indifferently.

The violent look in Bai Lu's eyes was curled away, and a smile appeared on her handsome face, and she said, "Hongzhao, how could you come here? A inheritance of the soul realm,

Can you watch it too?"

"It just happened to be passing by, just join in the fun." Hong Zhao glanced at Yan Wuji beside him, "Wuji, since we came out of Taiqing's illusion, have you been talking about Bai Lu for a long time? I saw you now, why don't you even say hello?"

Yan Wuji had a little unnatural look on his face. He looked at the white deer who was looking at him at the same time. Just as he was about to speak, several roaring lights fell in the sky, with majestic momentum.

"Son of White Deer."

"I've seen the White Deer Son."

But the disciples from the Fourth Mountain, Lufa Mountain, came. When they saw Bai Lu and a few others, they went forward to perform their respects and retreated to the side, forming a small circle.

"The Saint Son of Bailu is said to be the first in the Eight Mountains Competition in the Qihai Realm of the Shangqing Holy Sect 50 years ago. He was named the Saint Son, but now he has reached the Daoji Peak Realm."

"The Saint Son of Bailu has been practicing for more than a hundred years, but he can already compare with the genius of the Holy Sect of Emperor Wa, such as Hongzhao. He has such qualifications..."

"The Shangqing Holy Sect will give birth to two holy sons every fifty years. I don't know how many people have won the title of holy sons in the year? In my opinion, this white deer is not very good." The casual cultivator who looked at the white deer with envy, the sour smell in his tone soared into the sky.

In the Shangqing Holy Sect Competition fifty years ago, the number one in the eight mountains in the Daoji realm was Feng Shao Shengzi, and the number one in the Qihai realm was Bai Lu.

He also received the title of the Holy Son, was given an infinite honor, and was also accepted as a disciple by the powerful. In just over a hundred years, his cultivation has reached an incredible level. In the Dao Base Realm, he can almost sweep away all geniuses.

However, Zhao Tianhe, the Breaking Yue Sword Sect, Zhang Lingruo, and others who had previously shown their power, had already retreated from the corner and were not even qualified to salute.

Although they are both in the Daoji Peak realm, their status is different. The gap between large sects and overlord sects is too huge, just like the vast difference, which makes people unable to raise the idea of ​​resisting at all.

The White Deer Holy Son glanced at the golden and red hall and asked, "When will it be opened?"

But he didn't have any ideas about this inheritance and was too lazy to look at it carefully, but he just asked casually for the sake of several followers behind him.

His question was undoubtedly about Hong Zhao and Yan Wuji, and the others were not qualified to let him speak.

"Half a day." Hong Zhao said.

"Too long." Bai Lu frowned gently, and a purple black light flowed in her hand, and instantly rushed into the sky, forming a dark purple cloud of light, with endless thunder brewing.

"The thunder spirit bead of spiritual magic weapon!" The person who knew the goods exclaimed.

More people were speechless, looking at the white deer under the lightning light with complex eyes, like a god who came to the world.

"Go." Tap your finger, and in the thunder cloud, endless purple thunder roared out, the sound of thunder was deafening, and the lightning spread across the sky!

An extremely thick golden red light shield appeared on the Datong Water Palace. The next moment, endless thunder bombarded it, and countless lightnings flowed, as if to tear the entire hall to pieces.
Chapter completed!