The disciple with long face and small eyes was named Zhao Heng. He continued to preach: "I heard from Master that she did see a raptor like a mountain patrol dog in Ningzhou. It is not a monster, but it is as fierce as a lion and tiger, and as big as a cow. A mountain patrol dog will only entrench on a mountain and never take a step out of its own territory. Any wild beast entering this mountain is its enemy. It is indeed not a problem to bite the wolf king."

Discussing a kind of dog is a bit of a big deal for cultivators, because monsters are the raptors that cultivators should pay attention to. However, after this disciple named Zhao Heng said that, everyone looked at Bai Yi with surprise, and even Tang Xiao could not help but lower his head.

If Zhao Heng's experience alone were the experiences of Zhao Heng, other disciples would definitely not believe it. However, if Zhao Heng said it was his master's experiences, no one would doubt it, because there was a small sword printed on Zhao Heng's robe. The only ones who could print the sword on the Taoist robe in Cangyun Sect were disciples of the Zheng Temple, and the master of the Zheng Temple disciples was the law enforcement elder.

The experience of the powerful Nascent Soul is absolutely impossible to make mistakes. Since the law enforcement elder Chu Jiuhong has seen mountain patrol dogs, there must be such evil dogs in Ningzhou that are not afraid of lions and tigers.

After Zhao Heng said that, he looked at the boy in black robe in the corner with a little surprise, and then began to meditate with his eyes closed. It was not a wise move to waste time in the Ancestor Hall.

The law enforcement elder is a powerful Nascent Soul, so his experience is naturally not low. Zhao Heng can't figure out why an ordinary disciple in the weapon refining hall can know that a very rare fierce dog like a mountain patrol dog. The weapon refining elder spends most of his time trying to figure out the ways of refining weapons and rarely travel. It is difficult to compare with other elders in terms of experience. Even Zhou Cheng may not know the existence of a bird of prey like a mountain patrol dog.

The small storm in the Zushi Hall came to an end. Even Tang Xiao, who was the first to cause trouble, dared not waste too much time. When all the disciples began to meditate, Bai Yi looked at the very old mural ahead.

With the smoke of the incense burner, the characters in the murals appear even more ethereal.

It was an old man praying for heaven, kneeling on his knees, raised his arms, and seemed extremely respectful.

The old man only had a portrait of his side. From the side, the ancestor Cangyun was tall and had a childish face. His respectful expression was filled with a charm of immortality. Even if he was kneeling, he was kneeling to worship the world. There was no trace of humility, and it looked even more mysterious.

Cangyun Ancestor, a mythical existence in Cangyun Sect, this powerful man who created Cangyun Sect disappeared from the sight of his disciples thousands of years ago. No one knew the whereabouts of the ancestor, nor did anyone know the ancestor's cultivation level, but only knew the ancestor's name.

The second disciple under the throne of the Immortal Lord.

The name of the Immortal Lord disciple is enough to give the Ancestor Cangyun a qualification to attract attention from the world. However, except for establishing the Cangyun Sect in this life, the Ancestor Cangyun did not seem to have any earth-shaking actions, nor did he travel around the world like other strong men and be as powerful as all over the world.

After the ancestor Cangyun established the sect, he was like a farmer, who would take care of his own acre of land all day long. In addition to teaching his disciples occasionally, he always hid in the house and stayed in his door. Not only did he ignore the world's cultivation world, but he finally didn't even care about the sect.

No one of the Cangyun disciples can solve the mystery of Cangyun Ancestor, let alone no one knows that the Ancestor Cangyun left the disciples to the Yuntai Sect, except for this huge Cangyun Sect, there are only the Zhenyun Bell of Guanyuntai, the rock-armored tortoise in the pond, and the thatched cottage on the top of the mountain.

Seeing the portrait of the ancestor Cangyun, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Bai Yi's mouth. Of course, he would not forget his disciples.

Following the raised arms of the ancestor Cangyun in the painting, Bai Yi's eyes wandered out of the portrait. In the entire Cangyun Sect, only he understood that the ancestor Cangyun in the painting was not praying for the sky, but was paying homage to his powerful master.

The wall is not complete. Perhaps it was painted by the disciples of the ancestor Cangyun at the foot of the mountain. They only saw the mysterious posture of the ancestor kneeling down to worship the world, but they could not see the peerless powerful man floating in front of the ancestor Cangyun.

Bai Yi's pupils contracted slightly, and in his eyes, a scene of the past was slowly emerging.

In the sunset, the tall ancestor Cangyun knelt respectfully on the top of Wangyue Mountain and sent his master away. On top of his head was a young man with white hair and robe. It was not that the disciples of Cangyun at the foot of the mountain could not draw the outline of the white haired young man, but in their eyes, they could not see the true body of Xiaoyao Immortal Lord.

Who can know that the portrait of Cang Yun in the Patriarch Hall of Wangyue Peak was not the heaven and earth, but his master. Who can imagine that thousands of years later, the strong people who kneeled down to worship would need the spiritual energy in the Patriarch Hall to advance to the middle stage of foundation building.

The cycle of cause and effect is what it means. Even the dignified Lord of Qingkong did not expect that he would practice and advance in front of the apprentice's portrait.

With a helpless smile, Bai Yi dissipated his thoughts and entered the ethereal realm in an instant.

The spirit gathering array was set up in the Ancestor Hall, not the spirit trapping array. Bai Yi fell into the underground world after entering the early stage of foundation building. Now he has returned to the sect for less than two months. It is not wise to break through the realm in a short period of time. It is not only easy to fail, but also possible to have unstable foundations.

Whether it is the failure of advancement or the unstable foundation, it has great disadvantages for cultivators. However, Bai Yi now doesn't care about it. His sister is in danger and can no longer tolerate him practicing step by step, especially the chaos in the Qingkong area gradually arises. If he does not improve his cultivation as soon as possible, once the strong people from the outside world attack, the entire Qingkong area may fall.

As one of the nine realms, the Qingkong Realm has extremely rich cultivation resources. Originally, Xiaoyao Immortal Lord was in charge, and the strong men in other major realms could not have a snooping heart. However, Xiaoyao Immortal Lord had already fallen, and the most powerful scattered immortal in the Qingkong Realm was not there. So sooner or later, this piece of fat meat in the Qingkong Realm would become a battle for other strong people.

No one knows better the power and terror of Sanxian than Bai Yi. If Sanxian from other major domains take action, the Qingkong Cultivation Realm will usher in real destruction.

There is not much time left for Bai Yi. Whether it is for the entire Qingkong space or for his sister Bai Yu, he must quickly improve his cultivation.

For twenty days, Bai Yi was always sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, surrounded by thin auras visible to the naked eye. A series of tiny spiritual energy was sucked into his body like a sea and rivers. The spiritual energy in the purple palace was compressed into a ball, condensed like thick fog.

The foundation of the spiritual energy is formed into a group and the foundation-building realm is that as long as this spiritual energy is tempered into a substance like a elixir, it will cross to the realm of the golden elixir.

The other disciples in the Ancestral Hall have a twenty-day deadline. Some have left long ago, and some are still practicing hard. When the last day comes, a surging wave of spiritual energy suddenly explodes in Bai Yi's body, and the spiritual energy floating around him is distorted by the powerful fluctuation.

Feeling the inexplicable fluctuations of spiritual energy, the only three remaining true disciples opened their eyes at the same time. Tang Xiao was surprised and determined that the boy in black robe had indeed broken through his cultivation to the middle stage of foundation building. Her face immediately changed, and she felt very regretful.
Chapter completed!