Clouds and mist peaks.

The sea of ​​clouds is turbulent.

The breath of Dharma phase swept across Liuhe, storming forty thousand miles, and covering thousands of mountains.

A sword soaring into the sky appeared at the top of the peak, towering 60,000 feet high, with bright ice crystals emitting sword energy, and entangled with blue and gold sword silk, making a clanging sound, playing a sound of killing, which stirs people's hearts.

"Sad kill Qinyinjian!"

"This is the Dharma image of the sword and the compassion star."

"It's amazing, even more exaggerated than Master Ye."

"After all, he is a disciple of Jianxiong and his wife of the Great Sun Sword God. It seems that he will be promoted to the third level of Dharma Era."

The Natural Taoist Sect has undergone many changes.

The concentration of spiritual energy is high, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the Nirvana giants are born in large numbers.

However, the biggest change was that the natural Taoist palace hanging high in the sky disappeared, and seemed to fall to the ground.

"Yin and Yang are born together!"

The atmosphere of cloud poetry and rain is rising step by step.

Through the changes of yin and yang, the Dharma forms are hard and soft, and extends many traces of Tao.

Mo Yao smiled and said, "Sister Yun, you are worthy of being among us, with the best qualifications, and the earliest to be promoted to the third level of Dharma image."

Su Qingxue congratulated: "Sister Mo and I are the first level of Dharma phase, and we are still some distance from the second level of Dharma phase. Yunwu Peak will use you as a sign in the future."

Zhao Tianyu cried and said, "Sisters are too modest. Sister Bai and I have only passed away from the ninth level of Nirvana. What about Ru Yun? Why didn't we be there?"

"It seems like she is refining an alchemy." Ye Huanling is now at the first level of Dharma. She is less than 40 years old this year, but she has such cultivation. She is worthy of being a semi-saint body.

Yun Shiyu breathed a breath and said, "Let's help Ru Yun. Thank you for your hard work recently. In order to deal with taxes, she was forced to become an alchemist."

The girls left.

Arrive at Yunwu Dan Room.

Fire power is swelling, precious medicine is burning.

Bai Ruyun wore a plain white long dress with a delicate face and a beautiful woman as beautiful as jade.

But his face was so beautiful that he was a little more haggard. His eyes were always focused on the Yanyang Golden Furnace, and he wanted to sacrifice and refine the treasure pill.

boom!

The alchemy furnace is opened.

Squirt out the fog of green yu scent.

An emerald python flew out like lightning.

Yun Shiyu raised her hand and grabbed it, and the python turned into a green jade pill: "Sister Bai, you have actually refined the lowest-grade treasure pill, the Green Wood Python Dragon Pill."

"There is no way, the taxes are getting tighter and tighter. Yunwu Peak really can't come up with extra elixirs. I have to work day and night." Bai Ruyun sighed.

Zhao Tianyu went up a few steps and rubbed Bai Ruyun's temples: "If it weren't for the elixir day and night and delaying the practice, Sister Bai would have already had half a step into the Dharma."

Ye Huanling said in a silence: "It's all because of Mu Jia and Yi. After becoming the head of the agency, they began to reform and had to collect taxes. They just suck blood, and once a month."

Bai Ruyun said: "This is impossible. Besides, I also like alchemy very much. I used to study in the Immortal Kingdom. With the treasure furnace left by my husband and the alchemy notes, I can quickly become an alchemy master."

Speaking of Qin Li.

Mo Yao groped into the Qiankun Bracelet and sighed:

"I don't know where my husband has gone? I won't return for a long time."

Yun Shiyu comforted: "It's okay, in the Palace of Heroes, the husband's soul card is intact, I guess he must be safe."

The girls are chatting.

Bang!

The door opens.

A Yunwu disciple hurriedly:

"Report to all the peak masters, Wei Shanhu from the Presbyterian Church is here."

Yun Shiyu frowned slightly: "I didn't expect this tax-demand tiger to come so quickly, let's go and have a while."

Out of the alchemy room.

I saw ten people standing in the clouds.

They are all Dharma-like cultivators, with a strong aura and a strange face.

They are all ancient practitioners who have recovered from the frozen state, and most of them have the first and second levels of Dharma.

The leader is an ancient genius with a four-level cultivation level. He is tall and has a broad-eyed nose. When he reveals his breath, he will be overwhelmed by thousands of miles, just like a tiger roaring on the mountain and a dragon shaking the sea.

"Tsk tsk, is Yunwu Peak developing well? There are also a group of beautiful women with beautiful national beauty. I want to leave the Presbyterian Church and join you. Maybe I can have a marriage!" Wei Shanhu glanced at everyone and teased.

Yun Shiyu had a cold face: "If you talk nonsense again, you will cut your tongue."

"Just kidding."

Wei Shanhu shook his head and said:

"Where is the tax this month? Take it out quickly!"

Bai Ruyun didn't say nonsense, raised her hand and flew out a few jade boxes, either precious ore, old medicines, or a large number of elixirs.

"not enough!"

Wei Shanhu shook his head.

"I forgot to say that the Presbyterian Church decided to raise the tax points."

Mo Yao's face changed: "In the past year, the tax points have been raised three times. Do you really think we are pigs and sheep, and slaughter them at will?"

Wei Shanhu smiled and said, "You are wrong, this junior sister. We are typing taxes vigorously, not to provide the two kings. I hope they will recover as soon as possible. Do you want to rebel against the clan?"

A big hat is buckled off.

Everyone looked ugly and could only remain silent.

Bai Ruyun sighed and said, "I have a few magic weapons here, which should be enough to offset the tax revenue this month."

“Not enough!”

Wei Shanhu still shook his head.

Zhao Tianyu gritted his teeth and said, "Don't go too far."

Wei Shanhu said: "The Presbyterian Council issued a new order, not only to collect taxes, but also to draw outstanding disciples from each peak, form natural Taoist soldiers, and guard the Taoist sect."

"What!"

Several girls were shocked.

"How many people do you want to collect?"

Wei Shanhu said lightly: "The more you are, the better."

"Now that Qianyuan is unsealed, the heavens are ready to move. Our sect is in danger of being exhausted, so naturally everyone will be soldiers."

Bai Ruyun's face turned pale.

This move is tantamount to breaking the foundation of Yunwu Peak.

Yun Shiyu said steadily: "The recruitment depends on the opinions of his disciples, and it will not be solved in a short time."

"We understand, but next month, you must pull out a team of 500 people, and the lowest cultivation level is the gods." Wei Shanhu took a group of ancient cultivators and flew away.

"By the way!"

Wei Shanhu turned around and said:

"Have Qin Li returned?"

Mo Yao said impatiently: "I've said that my husband is out on a trip. You have asked dozens of times. Are you annoying?"

"I just worry about him. If there are so many beautiful ladies in the family, if they don't come back and are bullied, they will regret it for the rest of their lives." Wei Shanhu sneered and left with a group of Gu Xiu.

Hearing words.

Several women looked ugly.

Ye Huanling was so angry that she was itchy: "This group of ancient cultivators is so hateful!"

Bai Ruyun sighed: "The heavy taxes are collected and the military conscription is obviously to undermine our peak masters and it is also unfavorable to our husbands."

Su Qingxue raised her eyebrows and said, "The ancient cultivator awakens and the two kings return, which is incompatible with our current people. Now Mu Jia and Yi replace the chief minister Ye and make drastic reforms. It seems to be for the sake of the Daozong, but in fact it is to weaken our rights."

This is a struggle.

A struggle for justice.

It is the struggle between the ancients and the moderns.
To be continued...