Saibei Desert, deep in the Gobi.

Here there are thousands of miles of yellow sand, no life, the temperature difference between day and night is ridiculously large, and there is no water source within hundreds of miles. It is a truly barren land.

At night, the temperature here is as low as ten degrees below zero. The yellow sand is icy cold and the wind is biting. The powerful wind rolls up the yellow sand and sweeps across the wasteland like a sword from the sky, making a ghostly cry that makes people feel numb.

The boundless darkness spread, and even the moonlight was unwilling to shine here.

But at this moment, there are dozens of people staying here.

Nearly a hundred people sat in a circle on the ground, with a sand dune beneath them. They closed their eyes and concentrated without saying a word. They sat there quietly, as if they were meditating and praying, but their breathing was very weak.

, almost to the point of being careless, and their body temperature is also far lower than normal people, and their faces are a little pale...

The gray, dark and decaying color looks like a group of dead bodies.

On the outside of this circle, on a large sand dune not far away, two people stood side by side, looking at this place.

One person was wearing a retro Tang suit. He looked about fifty, with gray hair and elegant gold-rimmed glasses. But for some reason, he looked extremely old. His eyes were more like those of a person in his seventies or eighties.

The other man was about sixty years old, wearing a black Taoist robe, with a bun on his head, and a silver skull embroidered on the Taoist robe on his chest. Although his hair was gray, his eyes were shining and sharp, even sharper than those of young people.

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"Master, this is already the ninth group of people. There will be another group of nine hundred and ninety-nine people. By then, with the help of the Mingluo Blood Evil Formation formed by the blood and life essence of nearly a thousand people, we should be able to defeat this group in one fell swoop.

It's been sealed!" The middle-aged man in Tang suit said, his old voice already faintly filled with excitement and excitement.

Hearing the sound, the Taoist-looking old man also looked happy and nodded.

"Yes! If it weren't for the handbook left by the previous generation of sect masters, how could this poor Taoist have encountered such an opportunity?" The old Taoist smiled while stroking his beard. He looked like a fairy, but both of them were filled with ghostly aura.

They complement each other, but they are somewhat different.

"Brother Yuan, you can rest assured. Pindao has made a blood oath. As long as the seal is broken and the opportunity is available, he will help your Yuan family to unify the south of the Yangtze River and reach the top."

"Haha, what I said makes sense. Unifying the south of the Yangtze River is a trivial matter. If we really succeed by then, I hope that I will also support and guide my brother so that he can also embark on the path of cultivating Taoism!" The middle-aged man laughed.

, bowed his hands towards the old Taoist priest, looking quite respectful.

There was no Yuan family in Jiangcheng back then, and Yuan Qingshan was just a middle-aged greasy uncle in the company who was just waiting to die.

But by chance, on his way to get off work, he accidentally saved the owner of the Underworld Island who was seriously injured after being chased by Zhengdao. The latter was grateful and helped him achieve a career, and this was how the Yuan family took shape.

Logically speaking, at this point, the cause and effect between the two has been cleared, and there should be no further involvement, but...

Later, the owner of the Underworld Island needed the help of secular forces for some reason, but as an evil cultivator, he did not dare to find anyone to cooperate with him in an honest way, so he immediately thought of his original savior Yuan Qingshan. With his unwavering support, Yuan Qingshan

The family's strength is growing day by day, now surpassing the five major families in Jiangcheng.

Because of this, they began to embark on this important matter, using various means to collect nearly a thousand mortals, and followed them to the depths of the desert, hoping to seek opportunities under this seal. But the Yuan family should not have had this opportunity at the beginning.

He had sacrificed twenty years of his life to gain his glory. Originally, he was poor and greedy for wealth, so he did the act of shortening his life. But now that his family has wealth and status, he is not willing to die early.

Yes, he wants to live. Only by living can he feel these beautiful things.

"Oh? Brother Yuan is already very rich at this time, why should he give up the beauty of the world and take this painful path of cultivation?" The old Taoist priest was also confused when he heard this.

For ordinary people, all they want in life is food, clothing, and wealth. Now that Yuan Qingshan has achieved this, he has to cultivate in the last days of his life, which is really unpredictable for him.

"Brother! I don't care about mundane things anymore, but I just want to be able to embark on the road of practice and see the scenery of a monk. I will have no regrets in this life." The middle-aged Yuan Qingshan said with a bitter smile. Of course he didn't want to practice.

Putting aside the issue of talent and age, he really doesn't like to suffer that kind of hardship. If it weren't for the sake of living, he wouldn't want to.

Although the old Taoist priest had said before that he could extend his life for ten years, ten years was not long, especially in the days when he had no worries about food and clothing. Time passed too fast. He wanted a longer life, even...

…immortality!

So, he must go this way.

The old Taoist priest and Yuan Qingshan have known each other for more than ten years. Although there is an element of mutual use in many things, it is impossible to say that they do not have any affection for each other after they have been together for many years.

So when faced with the old man's words, the old Taoist priest didn't think much about it. He believed that he was just curious about the world of monks and wanted to satisfy his curiosity.

"It doesn't matter. You and I have known each other for many years. Such a trivial matter is of no importance. As long as you can endure the hardship, my poor Taoist, I am willing to take over your role as a teacher and accept a disciple. I will be worthy of your senior brother in the future." The old Taoist priest said.

He waved his hand, not caring at all.

"In that case, thank you very much, senior brother!" Yuan Qingshan was overjoyed and immediately bowed and saluted.

"Junior brother, please get up!" The old Taoist priest accepted the gift with peace of mind, and then helped Yuan Qingshan up.

Then both of them looked at the circle with joy. As the bodies of nearly a hundred people around them gradually became colder, a light cyan light pattern appeared in the circle, and then gradually dimmed.

"Is the legendary magic weapon of conferring gods really that powerful? Is it really as written in the book that it can destroy the heaven and the earth, kill gods and kill immortals?" Yuan Qingshan looked at the gradually dimming light pattern and said with some doubts.

"Junior brother, I don't know. The magic weapon of conferring gods is different from the magic weapon of today. Those things are made by ancient immortals. They used countless heavenly materials and earthly treasures to sacrifice and spent thousands of years of hard work to make them. Although Brother Fool has not seen the power of it, you can see it from the inside.

One spot, you can guess what kind of taboo thing it is." The old Taoist priest shook his head and explained Yuan Qingshan's doubts.

"If the records of the former sect master's uncle's notes are correct, what is buried under this magic circle is the magic weapon in the hands of Yu Hua, the defender of Sishui Pass and the general of the Shang Dynasty during the Conferred God War, called the Falling Soul Banner."

"The Falling Soul Flag?" Yuan Qingshan looked confused, as if he had never heard of it. "I wonder how it compares with the Soul-Retaining Flag in the hands of senior brother?"

The old Taoist priest was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then he laughed.

"Junior brother, what you say doesn't elevate me, senior brother. It also belittles General Yu Hua's Soul-Destroying Banner. Senior brother, how can you be so virtuous? How dare you compare yourself to others with just a Soul-Retaining Banner."

"I think back then, when King Wu was conquering Zhou, eight hundred princes gathered their troops and marched eastward. When they arrived at Sishui Pass, when they were about to lock the pass, Yu Hua, the guard of Sishui Pass, took action and captured several generals from the Zhou camp. Jiang Ziya was forced to do so.

If we don't retreat thirty miles, even Lei Zhenzi, who ranks among the top five in the third generation of Chan Cult, will fall into his hands."

"The Mouse General Yu Hua, with just a Soul-falling Flag in his hand, forced the eight hundred princes into a dilemma. When the big flag moves, no matter whether you are a strong general with superb martial arts skills or an accomplished immortal, your soul will be separated immediately, and your consciousness will be lost.

Nothing, just let others slaughter you!"

The old Taoist priest sighed softly, and then his gaze towards the formation seal was filled with heat.

Although he did not have the unfathomable cultivation level of Yu Hua back then, even if he had the Lost Soul Banner in hand, he would not be able to do what Yu Hua did, causing thousands of people to fall to the ground and be slaughtered. But he

I even believe that today, there is no one in the world who is as powerful as those who were under the Chan Sect, such as Lei Zhenzi, Nezha, Yang Jian and other immortal masters.

As long as you have this thing in hand, after refining it, not to mention the fantasy of overcoming the tribulation on the spot and ascending to the ground, but with the help of the ghost energy in it, you can advance to the realm of immortality and even immortality, which is by no means a fantasy.

The realm of returning to the virtual world where the body is immortal! How many of them have appeared over the past thousands of years? You can probably count them on one hand!

And today, it is still open to question whether the Central Earth Taoist sects from Kunlun and Shushan, the two major holy places for cultivating immortals, can gather a master at the level of returning to the void!

Return to the void! Basically, you are number one in the world! Who will dare to call demons and protect the Tao at that time?

As long as he is strong enough, he is the right way, he is justice, and those who forced him back then...

Hum!

Thinking of this, the old Taoist priest's palms were trembling, and the light in his eyes became more intense.

Hearing what the old Taoist priest said, Yuan Qingshan's eyes also changed. Good guy, if you put it this way, isn't this god-level magic weapon more powerful than a nuclear bomb?

While the two were talking, two calls came to their mobile phones almost at the same time. In the dark night, the two mobile phone ringtones rang together, which seemed a bit strange. The two looked at each other in confusion, and then went their separate ways.

I took out my cell phone and connected.

In the next moment, the expressions of both of them changed at the same time.

"Say it again..."

The same anger, the same lines, the two of them spoke in unison, so synchronized and tacitly understood, and then fell into a long silence.

Jiangcheng, something happened...

…

The next day, before Lin Huang got up, Luo Yichuan and others came. This time there were three people in total, Luo Yichuan, Zhou Ran, and a middle-aged man who Lin Huang had never seen before.

After Lin Huang washed up, he met the three people who had been waiting for a long time downstairs in the hotel. Luo Yichuan and Zhou Ran were not too unfamiliar with him, and on the surface, they were all of the same age. Wait for him for a while.

Nothing.

But that middle-aged man was different. From the age point of view, he should be an elder or something, but after waiting for so long, he didn't feel any resentment at all. When he saw Lin Huang, he even rushed to greet him.

Could it be...

This is Xiao Luo's driver or something...

"The Luo family, Luo Jianghe, have met Lin Xian... sir!" The middle-aged man stepped forward and gently cupped his fists at Lin Huang. Luo Yichuan was stunned by this scene.

Oh? The head of the Luo family came to visit in person?

Do you want anything from me?
Chapter completed!