Chapter 730： false infiltration

Chapter 730 False infiltration

The silver pole inscription on the second Kunpeng feather is easier to understand, but only three to four percent of it was analyzed, and Luo Hong sensed the breath of Lei Fa.

Obviously, if Luo Hong didn't find Luo Hu for You Tian Kunpeng within the time limit, this feather would be triggered, and the Kunpeng True Lightning contained in it would be enough to wipe out Luo Hong.

When reaching the third feather, Luo Hong had just comprehended it for a moment, then showed a look of surprise, then frowned and said to herself:

"Myriad Realms Swallow Yuan Gong? What do you mean? Could this be my reward after completing the mission?"

Luo Hong thought about it for a while, and felt that he should not be too arbitrary, but how could he turn a blind eye to this great gift right in front of him.

Gritting his teeth for a moment, he stretched out his hand to grab the cup of enlightenment tea, and drank it without saying a word.

Suddenly, as if being empowered with fresh air, Luo Hong's primordial spirit fluctuated at a high speed as if trembling. When he looked at the silver inscription on the third feather, he couldn't help feeling a sudden enlightenment.

The speed of comprehension, which was originally like a turtle crawling, has increased dozens of times in an instant.

Such a wonderful state of sympathizing with heaven and earth all the time, and gaining insights, immediately immersed Luo Hong in it, completely oblivious to the years in Fuchu.

Time flies by like a fleeting horse. Since Luo Hong announced her retreat, the outside world has hurriedly passed eight years.

During these eight years, Wan Jianmen has been growing at an extremely fast speed every moment.

With the help of Luo Hong's prestige, Shuangqin Mountain has a radius of thousands of miles, and it has become the direct sphere of influence of Wanjianmen.

The original Xiuxian family in this area, except for a few who moved out voluntarily, have been retained in the form of Wanjianmen affiliated forces.

These immortal cultivating families have to pay a sum of spirit stones and prescribed offerings every year, and some of the young children in the family who are suitable for cultivation must also be allocated to wait for the upcoming ten-year period to worship as disciples in Wanjianmen.

It can be said that Luo Hong completely copied the model of the former Yue Kingdom's cultivating world, and asked half of the cultivating families in Guangnan Prefecture to provide nutrients for Wan Jianmen.

What these cultivating families have gained is absolute order and security. At least until Luo Hong's reputation fades, no monk dares to attack Wan Jianmen's disciples and affiliated families.

But even so, Wanjianmen is still very weak. Although there are already a large number of talents among the Qi refining disciples, many of them even bear the name of geniuses, but in terms of high-level monks, they can't be seen at all.

At this time, a few Nascent Soul cultivators come here at random, as long as they can break through the Wanjian Great Formation that Luo Hong didn't spend much thought on, they can easily wipe out Wanjianmen.

So, the past eight years for Zi Ling have been quite difficult, almost like walking on thin ice. After all, there is only so much meat in Guangnan Mansion. If Wan Jianmen eats more, the rest of the Xiuxian family will eat less.

Even with Luo Hong's prestige backing her up, if she's too persecuted, she's not alone, and she can't find connections to use.

Zi Ling is constantly weighing whether to expand or maintain stability every day. If her mother is not the head of the Miaoyin Sect, she has been familiar with it since she was a child, and she really can't do this job well.

After dealing with a lot of sect affairs, the exhausted Zi Ling waved Wang Hu away from the hall.

Looking at the swaying look of this strong man who turned his head three times at a step, Zi Ling was exhausted, but at the same time he couldn't help but feel a little headache.

Although she has used Miaoyinmen's mysterious method to cover up her true face, the unreasonable method still charms the surrounding creatures all the time, and is not under her control.

Even though Wang Hu is an alchemy cultivator of the same realm, over the years, his heart has already been pinned on the head teacher Zi Ling who is obviously ordinary in appearance.

"I can't stay anymore, I have to leave after ten years!"

Zi Ling doesn't like the wandering life, but now she has neither the cultivation level to live in seclusion nor the ability to control her natural beauty, so she can only move to the cave every once in a while.

Otherwise, if there are more monks who are influenced by the natural beauty, they will definitely get her involved in the storm.

Getting up and walking, Zi Ling walked into a small teleportation array behind the screen while thinking about where to go after leaving Wanjian Gate.

With a flash of inspiration, Zi Ling's figure appeared in a luxurious house.

This is the residence built by her head teacher "using power for personal gain". Due to the use of many precious spiritual materials, the concentration of spiritual energy is three or four times higher than that of the outside world. It is an excellent place for cultivation.

Looking at the huge cold jade bed in the room, Zi Ling couldn't help but twitched a sly smile.

Hey, Brother Luo is such a cool shopkeeper, I can't take advantage of him too much.

Just when Zi Ling was about to start her daily practice, she suddenly caught sight of a strange figure from the corner of her eyes. She froze at first, and then immediately reached out to grab the jade tablet at her waist.

"It's good, the poor monk doesn't want to commit killing karma in vain, so please don't get excited."

Following a male voice, Zi Ling's mind suddenly became quiet, as if he forgot to grab the jade token on his waist, his arms froze in mid-air, and his eyes became confused.

Fortunately, this strange state lasted only for a breath, and after a breath, Zi Ling's eyes became lively again, but he didn't dare to act rashly again.

Hao turned his head and looked at the strange figure in the room.

I saw that this person was a middle-aged man, wearing a purple-gold cassock, with no hair on his head, and holding a magic wand in his hand, looking at Zi Ling seriously.

"Buddha cultivation?"

After seeing the appearance of the infiltrator, Zi Ling immediately whispered in doubt, and then asked with a big frown:

"Who are you? I, Wan Jianmen, haven't had any communication with Buddhism. Master has misunderstood something?"

When the divine sense swept over the opponent, but it seemed like a mud cow had entered the sea, and there was no feedback, Zi Ling knew that the opponent was a great supernatural being whose cultivation base was much higher than hers, and she just wanted to delay time and find a chance.

As for the so-called misunderstanding, she knew that it was impossible.

"The poor monk is not here for the sect's business. He just wants to ask the benefactor. You know the whereabouts of the benefactor. The poor monk has something important to find him."

Although there was no hostility in the middle-aged monk's words, his face still had an extremely serious expression, without the compassion of a monk, which made Zi Ling feel chills.

"The Great Elder of our sect is retreating in the mountains. If this senior wants to meet him, he can hand over the greeting card or pass the letter with the flying sword immediately. Why do such rude things!"

Zi Ling tried angrily and yelled bad luck.

She completely understood now that she was protecting Luo Hong from disaster.

"Purple Spirit benefactor, don't try to deceive the poor monk. In the past three years, the poor monk has searched every inch of Shuangqin Mountain with his spiritual sense, and there is no trace of Luo benefactor at all.

Even if Master Luo is really in retreat, he is definitely not in Shuangqin Mountain! "

After finishing speaking, the middle-aged monk looked at Zi Ling unchanged for a moment, and then suddenly let out a long sigh:

"Forget it, there is no room for mercy in the matter of the teacher's sect, the benefactor of the purple spirit, please forgive the poor monk for offending!"

(end of this chapter)