Wen Yu always felt that he was a qualified and good palace master, and he was also a positive palace master. Although the temple he took over was a mess, he still did not give up and tried hard to lead his sect to a well-off society. No, it was a prosperous road to the rich.

Unfortunately, the ideal is full and the reality is very skinny. Although the Temple of Relics has a tall and powerful brand of descendants of the ancient gods, it cannot withstand the years of refinement. Originally, relying on additional divine power, this almost external attribute has always stood in the leader of the cultivation world. In recent years, due to its weak bloodline, its attribute blessing has become weaker and weaker. Now, except for the temple master, there is still a trace of divine power that he himself cannot feel and has no use, other direct disciples basically only have one descendant of the gods.

In order to retain the divine power of blessing, the palace masters in the past inevitably took some xenophobic measures, which caused a very bad impact. The most direct manifestation is that external talents cannot be introduced, internal corruption, and the overall quality of the sect plummeted. So far, there are basically few disciples who can show off.

When he realized the seriousness of the problem and began to accept excellent disciples from outside, it was too late. Not to mention that good-qualified disciples were extremely difficult to find, even if there were, they had been stolen by various sects, so how could they be their turn?

Especially after the last battle that affected the entire cultivation world, the Temple of Relics suffered heavy losses. Almost all the monks who could support the scene fell in this battle. Only five were left of more than a dozen Nascent Soul monks. The strength of the Temple of Relics plummeted again and could hardly be lifted up in front of the sects.

Wen Yu was so worried that he could not sleep at night. However, at this critical moment, the sects were still stabbing their knives in his heart and invited the Jindan disciples from the sect to participate in the sect competition. It was called the sect competition, but Wen Yu knew that this was actually a grand event for inquiry with the strength of various sects.

There was a problem with this comparison. The ten golden elixir disciples sent by the Temple of the Relics were abused to be dogs. Forget it, no disciple entered the top ten. Even if they didn't get the ranking, no disciple entered the top ten. They were even worse than ordinary first-class immortal sects.

Wen Yu almost vomited blood. After this comparison, let alone the leader, I guess he can't even keep the position of the first-class immortal sect. From then on, he will completely lose his voice. Wen Yu has the desire to die. Just when there is no way to go, no one can imagine, and helpless, a miracle happened.

The light of the god-transforming spirit suddenly descended from the Guitian Forest in the back mountain. The entire temple of the gods was shrouded in the catastrophe clouds. The rumbling catastrophe thunder actually slashed for ten days. Then a stone chamber inside revealed the pressure of the god-transforming spirit.

The god-transforming cultivator. After the battle of a god-transforming Venerable, there was no other god-transforming cultivator in the entire cultivation world. But there was another one here, living

Wen Yu was so excited that his beard lit up. He gathered outside the stone chamber and personally welcomed the venerable out of seclusion. With the god-transforming monk in charge, which sect dared to come to the door.

The more Wen Yu thought about it, the more beautiful he became, the more excited he became. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the venerable in the stone chamber was pleasing to him. It was too time to come. You are the most beautiful clouds in the sky, filling up wine to keep you. Hey, where is the weird thing?

But when the Venerable walked out of the stone chamber, he was stunned. Whose face looks so strange?

Guitianlin, on the back mountain, is a place where the sect is closed to life and death. All those who enter are near their lifespan and strive to break through. However, most of the disciples go away and never return, and those who come out are all forever. They are a very forgettable existence.

But this one is the God Transformation Venerable, which means that she was at least a Nascent Soul before she entered, but why haven’t even seen him before?

Wen Yu gritted his teeth and said nothing, the sect must not miss this venerable, just think it was sent by God.

So he kept doing it and knelt down, shouting, "Disciple, pay homage to our ancestors."

So, Zhu Yao, a young girl who was young and had just had a boyfriend, was so handsome that she was so handsome that she was born.

My ancestor, I don’t know which blessed place your family wants to be your cave. Wen Yu happily greeted him, smiling so hard that he could not see his eyes.

Zhu Yao, the old man:

Please don’t call me my ancestor, okay, can she still have to get married? Just call me my name.

Never mind. Wen Yu looked shaking and said with a serious expression. The elders and young people are in order. As the master of the temple, the disciple should do his best. Please do not refuse. He looked like you were trampling on me as the dignity of my junior.

Zhu Yao twitched his lips and silently endured it. If it weren't for your age

You can choose a place to live, as long as she can live. She has no requirements for where she lives, anyway, her goal is those magic weapons.

When Wen Yu heard this, he did not take her around anymore and went directly to a peak with green mountains and clear waters.

I don’t know if it was a coincidence, it was the highest among all the floating peaks. Next to it is the main peak, and on the right is a forest, but a few miles away there is a dark mountain. There is no grass or tree on the mountain, and no spiritual energy emerges, but it still rises steadily in the air.

Zhu Yao was a little curious, what was that

That was the Sword Hunting Peak. Wen Yu explained, and suddenly he seemed to think of something. In a while, it would be the day for the Sword Hunting for the Sect. Then he would forget his ancestors to protect our Sect more.

What is the search for sword? Zhu Yao asked casually.

Wen Yu was stunned and looked at her with some surprise. Xun Jian was naturally looking for weapons that match him or casting materials. How long did the ancestors stay in seclusion? I don’t even know this. The Xun Jian Peak rose from the ground thousands of years ago, and there were countless materials for casting magic weapons. However, because this peak was born on the spiritual vein of my sect, the weapons cast with the materials here were born with spirituality and would choose their own masters. Before finding a suitable master, even if the weapon was cast, they would return here and wait for those who are destined to be. Therefore, this sect will hold a sword hunting conference every ten years.

Isn’t it that other sects are so awesome, so jealous that they are so jealous that they have only come once every ten years, and you are right at your doorstep.

But after saying this, Zhu Yao was a little excited. Maybe she could take advantage of this sword hunting conference to learn about the whereabouts of the five magic weapons, and then borrow them for use. Even if someone doesn't want to borrow them, she can still rob them.

Zhu Yao held the peak for five days, and indirectly asked about the current situation of the world from some disciples who came to serve. He didn't know if he didn't listen, but he was not good enough when he heard it.

Originally, she thought that the Realm Spirit had made her a vest with her own plot, but it was not. No one in this sect knew about her. It was just because she appeared in the stone room on the back mountain. The palace master naturally classified her as a sect member.

No wonder the old man refused to call her name. It turned out that he didn't know that he didn't even know. He was afraid of offending a god-transforming monk, so he could only hold it with his ancestors. As expected, those who could be the head of the sect were all thousand-year-old foxes. This obviously made her cheat.

After knowing the truth, Zhu Yao went to Wen Yu to explain directly that he did not want to stay in this sect.

Wen Yu stopped him with tears and tears. While crying, he talked about his sad history. From the establishment of the sect to the glory of the sect, he cried all the way to the embarrassing situation, and hugged her thighs and refused to let go.

An old man with white hair over fifty years old cried and shouted to stay and conquer, as a good girl with five talks and four beauties, she really couldn't bear to kick it away. In the end, she nodded.

Wen Yu was in an instant, his waist was no longer sore, his feet were no longer hurt, his thighs were no longer hugged, his nose, tears were freely retracted, and he had not yet asked, the Taoist name of the Venerable is

Zhu Yao's mouth twitched, Yu Yao. Change of face is definitely a must-have skill for the leader.

It turned out to be Venerable Yuyao. The old man respectfully bowed. The Venerable was able to survive the disaster of transforming gods in our sect and choose to stay in the sect. It was also considered that he had a destiny to be with our sect. The Temple of the Relics will never forget the great kindness of the sect.

Zhu Yao replied to him two words haha.

If she remembers correctly, this should be the family of the Yingluo girl. The sect of the ancient god descendants base camp is not very awesome in the plot, why is it so miserable now? There is not even a god-transforming master in the sect.

As if she saw her doubts, Old Man Wen Yu took the initiative to explain that the Venerable didn't know that in the battle hundreds of years ago, more than a dozen Nascent Soul monks fell, which damaged their foundation, so they fell into such a situation.

Zhu Yao was stunned hundreds of years ago. What kind of battle can kill so many Yuanying and more than a dozen Yuanying can join forces to defeat him?

Wen Yu sighed, how could the demons be so easy to deal with?

Zhu Yao, the demon clan, opened his eyes wide, and a thought passed by in his mind, and he vaguely felt something was wrong with this rebirth.

The Venerable would never have thought that the demon clan would appear in the world. Wen Yu shook his head with a deep pain. If it weren't for the former palace master's own sister, the Yingluo Palace Master was trying his best to seal the demon clan, how could this peaceful world have not arrived for a few hundred years, and all sects have begun to attack my temple of the ruins.

Wait, Zhu Yao was a little confused, looked at the old man seriously, you said that the styluo sealed the demon clan hundreds of years ago

Yes, Wenyu nodded, lowered his head and thought for a while, I thought about it for hundreds of years, probably nine hundred years.

She finally knew something was wrong. The girl Yingluo was angry after sealing the demon clan for a thousand years, and the spirit of the world actually sent her before Yingluo was resurrected. She not only came to the girl's world, but also traveled through time and returned to the past.

Old man, do you know, the girl is wrong, where is the body of the Lord Yingluo Palace?

Of course it was on the altar of the gods. He said with a natural look that only by offering oneself as a sacrifice can the ancient sealing technique be lowered.

Where is that place

Wen Yu pointed to a place in the south, just behind my temple of the Holy Pond, He turned around, and there was Zhu Yao's figure in front of him, only a white shadow flying to the south.

It seems that the Venerable is very curious about the savior. It seems that he will not leave for a short time, so he is relieved.

Zhu Yao went directly to the position Wen Yu pointed out. In front of him was a clearly bottom-down pool water, surrounded by a flowing magic array. A girl in blue shirt was lying on the pool water. Chains made of spiritual energy were attached to her body.

It's indeed the girl in the plot, she hasn't been resurrected yet.

Finally I understand what the subtle adjustment that Jie Ling said was. He adjusted the timeline

At the beginning, she said she wanted to solve the problem from the source, but she didn't expect that the world spirit would actually send her back to the source. The girl has not yet been betrayed by the world.

Damn, it seems that all her plans need to be adjusted.

I originally thought that the main task was to collect those magic weapons, release the girl's soul, and then provide a psychological counseling for the girl with a low success rate, so that she could let go of her resentment and reincarnate.

From this point of view, her main task has become how to stop the world from letting her down and turning her tragic life around her.

I suddenly felt a big wave of trouble coming.

Zhu Yao can't stay in the temple now. Yingluo doesn't know when she will wake up. She must save her in advance before the sects discover it. Otherwise, she can only get the five magic weapons with her loss of cultivation.

Those five things were also part of her miserableness.

The journey of psychological assistance to the other world instantly becomes: saving that sad soft girl. This sourness is simply unbelievable

The sword hunting conference that Wen Yu mentioned was opened in full swing five days later. Cultivators from all sects gathered in the temple of the ruins. Although Wen Yu complained about the style of these sects, he welcomed them politely on the surface.

However, there were a lot of people coming this time, and there were many people in the team who led the team. They said they were bringing their disciples to find the sword, but rather they were here to demonstrate. It was obvious that the drunkard was not about drinking.

Wen Yu was so calm that he did not immediately run up to the peak and ask Zhu Yao for help. He still enthusiastically greeted the disciples of various sects. Until all the immortal sects that could be named in the cultivation world arrived, the leading monks of various sects sat down and walked back to the hall.

The sects were obviously impatient to wait. A monk stopped Wen Yu directly and spoke out his purpose. The Lord Wen and the Relics Temple guarded Xunjian Peak for so many years, and the disciple Xunjian, who once every ten years, was really troublesome. Therefore, the sects discussed that the Xunjian Peak would not be under the control of other immortal sects in the future, which also relieved the Lord's worries.

Wen Yu looked back at him. Xunjian Peak was originally an object belonging to the Temple of Relics. Once every ten years, it was just because the magic weapons in the peak had the ability to choose a master and were unwilling to be buried. They invited all the sects to enter. They obviously came to grab things, but they still had to move out the excuse to relieve worries of the Temple of Relics.

Wen Yu sneered and headed towards the main seat in the hall, but suddenly his eyes turned, and he did not sit in the main seat, but waved his hand and asked the disciple to add a seat to sit down at the lower head. He looked at the people present and thought about a certain person on the peak, and his waist was straight in an instant.

The time is coming to be continued

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