Become An Ancestor In Immortal Cultivation World

"What did you say?"

Lin Sheng looked confused and looked at Nangong Aotian who flew beside him.

"Lin Hong told me that you once told her that you will lose everything when you are old." Nangong Aotian said with bright eyes and an extremely strong desire for knowledge.

"You are always strong?" Lin Sheng raised his eyebrows slightly.

"No, no!"

"Cunning and cunning?"

Nangong Aotian shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, there is a word "defeat" in it!"

"Is there another word for defeat? Oh..."

Lin Sheng looked astonished: "Yes, I said that."

"Then what are you talking about?" Nangong Aotian asked curiously.

"The old age and long-term illness have not yet healed, and it is even worse that worldly things have ruined your love."

"..."

Nangong Aotian looked at Lin Sheng with dark eyes and said nothing. Silence was better than sound at this time.

Lin Sheng frowned slightly: "Why are you looking at me like this? This is a poem."

"Is this what you and Lin Hong are really talking about?" Nangong Aotian said with a faint look.

"Of course, otherwise what else could it be?" Lin Sheng looked confused; "Lin Hong's name also comes from a poem. Do you want to listen?"

"No."

Nangong Aotian waved his hand and looked in a certain direction in the black fog: "Brother, why don't you deal with those two people?"

Lin Sheng looked calm and picked up a storage ring to check: "They cast a strange spell before and actually broke through my Demon Realm. Maybe it was a way to ask for help."

"I have kept them alive until now, just to see who will save them."

Nangong Aotian's face condensed slightly: "Could it be... Mo Wuji?"

Lin Sheng smiled calmly: "If Mo Wuji is better, I can have a good talk with him."

. . .

In the dark fog.

Wang Ninth Layer and Li Changxing were flying aimlessly, their faces extremely heavy.

Forget about the time for a cup of tea now, there is time for three cups of tea, and the figure of the Supreme Elder has not yet appeared.

"Great Elder, will the Supreme Elder regard us as abandoned children?"

As time went by, Li Changxing's face became more and more ugly. With Mo Wuji's style, it was really possible for him to abandon his son.

King Ninth Layer was silent. He could not answer this question. Mo Wuji did not appear. There were only two possibilities.

One is that they are ignored as abandoned children, and the other is that the blood souls are blocked, but blocking the blood souls is nothing short of a fantasy.

If Na Linsheng has the ability to intercept the blood soul in the chaotic void, his strength must be above Nascent Soul, but he is obviously from the Gold Core Realm.

Thinking of this, Wang Ninth Layer's face became extremely ugly. Could it be that Mo Wuji really regarded him as an abandoned son?

He has worked diligently for Heavenly Demon Sect for more than three hundred years, and has eliminated countless powerful opponents. Heavenly Demon Sect has achieved its current glory, which is half of the credit of his king Ninth Layer.

Could it be that Mo Wuji saw that he was no longer useful due to his old age and frailty, and wanted to take this opportunity to kick him away?

"Great Elder, why don't you call Lin Sheng out and have a good talk with him?"

Li Changxing showed hesitation: "We are all Gold Core Perfected Beings and have no grievances. Why should we fight for life or death?"

Wang Ninth Layer looked sideways: "This Lin Sheng is a demon, not one of those righteous monks who can be bullied."

"If you were Lin Sheng, would you come out to negotiate in the current situation?"

"this......"

Li Changxing looked troubled and glanced at the dense black fog around him. If he were Lin Sheng, he would probably be more ruthless.

"What should I do..."

"Resign yourself to fate. We monks have put life and death aside when we embark on the devil's path."

Wang Ninth Layer suddenly became much calmer, as if he had accepted his fate.

"Great Elder, you..." Li Changxing was slightly panicked. If King Ninth Layer lost his fighting spirit, he would definitely not be able to survive.

"Great Elder, please don't be so pessimistic. If Lin Sheng hasn't shown up yet, maybe the Supreme Elder has already arrived?"

. . .

On top of the pagoda.

Lin Sheng put away the many exquisite Law Weapons with a solemn expression. Although his family's great business now includes spiritual stones, necessary simplicity is still needed.

Nangong Aotian's eyes scanned the surrounding fighting area, and finally landed on the huge soul cauldron that was burning with hundreds of feet of gray flames.

Around the Soul Cauldron, a strange gray human face floated slowly, making a smiling face from time to time.

After countless Demon Sect disciples were dragged out of the spirit boat shrouded in black mist by the Holy Cult disciples.

In a daze, before he could resist, he was thrown into the soul cauldron, and then a shrill scream came from inside the cauldron.

As more and more demon sect monks were thrown in, the gray flames burned more and more intensely, and the smile on the strange man's face became more exaggerated, with the corners of his mouth reaching to his ears.

The raging and burning hundreds of feet of gray flames dispelled the surrounding darkness, illuminating the beautiful figures flying into the pagoda one after another, as well as the beautiful faces that were so frightened that they turned pale.

Around the pagoda, countless female cultivators from the Demon Sect swarmed in. These usually fierce witches were now as honest as quails.

There was no need for the disciples of the Holy Cult to take action. They took the initiative to fly into the pagoda one by one, just because there were eight huge mana characters floating in the field.

Female cultivators can live in pagodas!

The sky was covered with black mist above the head, the ground was covered with blood under the feet, and the screams from the soul cauldron were heard in the ears.

Only those eight shining golden characters can dispel the fear in the hearts of the girls.

What's in the pagoda? No one knows, but at this time, they have only one thought, and that is to survive.

Most of the Holy Cult disciples in the field were catching male cultivators and throwing them into the cauldron, while only a few hundred people were wandering around among the ranks of female cultivators.

They are responsible for looking for people who fish in troubled waters and pretend to be fake.

The leader said that only beautiful cultivators can enter the pagoda, while crooked melons, split dates, and neither men nor women can only enter the cauldron!

It’s not that no one resisted, but it takes courage to resist.

Not to mention the black mist above the head and the blood river under the feet, the pressure of the Gold Core Perfected Being in the field is not something that ordinary Qi Refining monks can withstand.

Some of the monks who could fight with the Holy Cult disciples in the field were all outstanding figures of the Demon Sect, and not all of them were powerless to resist.

There are 400,000 Demon Sect disciples, excluding hundreds of thousands of female cultivators. How can there be no outstanding figures among these hundreds of thousands of cultivators?

Even with the right time, place, and people, there are still disciples of the Holy Cult who are defeated by the heroes of the Demon Sect and fall.

Nangong Aotian frowned slightly: "Brother, the battle is intense right now, do you want me to help?"

"Need not."

Lin Sheng looked calm as he looked at the three Qi Refining Dzogchen Demon Sect disciples who were killing everyone in the crowd. Even in this desperate situation, they could still kill and dare to kill.

Some people are born to be protagonists.

Nangong Aotian also looked at the Demon Sect disciples: "The fighting skills of these people are really extraordinary. Heavenly Demon Sect's method of raising gu is really unique."

Lin Sheng nodded slightly: "These people are indeed good, and they make me love talents."

While the two were chatting, a young monk in the field suddenly turned his hands into circles, and Yin and Yang appeared in his palms.

It turned into a black and white grinding machine alternately, abruptly receiving the attacks of dozens of Holy Cult disciples, and all of them bounced back.

"Tai Chi?" Lin Sheng looked surprised and waved his hand suddenly, and the powerful magic force separated everyone in the field.

"The old devil is taking action!"

The face of the monk who used Yin and Yang Qi changed slightly, his hands were rounded in front of him to protect him, and he looked at Lin Sheng at the top of the tower with vigilance.

The other two Demon Sect disciples were guarding him, their faces full of vigilance.

"Where did you learn this Tai Chi technique?" Lin Sheng asked with great interest.

"Tai Chi?"

The young monk sneered: "Master, this is Yin and Yang, not some bullshit Tai Chi!"

"How dare you! How dare you be so rude!" A disciple of the Holy Cult who was carrying a bloody knife shouted angrily.

"Damn it, it turns out you were hiding your clumsiness before!"

Ji Chang looked coldly: "Humph, you can only use your realm to show off your power. If you are in the same realm as me, I will kill you!"

"That's...um...yes, he is."

"Absolutely not!"

Lin Sheng smiled calmly, he was quite an interesting person, and asked, "Are you a disciple of the Heavenly Demon Sect?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a flash of sword light that could not be caught by the naked eye flew out from the blood-colored knife box behind the sword-carrying disciple. It was extremely fast and struck Ji Chang's crotch from below.

"This technique is indeed mysterious, but it's a pity that your level is too low." Lin Sheng shook his head, raised his finger, and the Yin and Yang Great Grinding dissipated.

Ji Chang sneered: "Even so, you can't break my yin and yang!"

"Saint Child stop it!"

"Ji Chang?" Lin Sheng looked surprised.

Seeing the huge blood-colored knife shadow coming towards him, Ji Chang didn't panic. He rounded his hands again, and the Yin and Yang Grinding Machine appeared. He caught the knife shadow forcefully and guided the knife shadow to strike at the Holy Cult disciple on the side.

The sword-carrying disciple was extremely angry, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes, but he did not dare to take action. He looked at the leader on the top of the tower with obvious intentions.

Afterwards, the expressions of the two men changed drastically. They tried to stop him but it was too late. The Yin and Yang Dama had already come out and hit Lin Sheng.

The sword-carrying disciple's eyes flashed with blood, and he jumped into the air. A blood-colored sword shadow that was even larger than before struck out. Even the black mist was captured by the sword shadow and gathered on it.

"With a sword shadow of fifteen feet, this boy is extraordinary!"

The young monk spat: "Bah! If you didn't have many people, I would kill you like a chicken!"

"Shadowless Sword." Nangong Aotian narrowed his eyes; "This person is dead."

Ji Chang looked at the bloody knife coming towards him and sneered, using the Yin Yang Grinding: "I told you, you can't break it."

"Huh? Where are the people?"

Nangong Aotian looked surprised, and the faces of everyone watching were also full of surprise.

Lin Sheng frowned slightly and glanced around, as if he felt something, he suddenly jumped up and disappeared into the black mist.

Several people gathered their mana shield in a hurry, but the shield was still smashed by the blood knife, and they were chopped away. Blood was scattered in the sky, and their life and death were unknown.

"you!"

Lin Sheng nodded slightly. Although he didn't recognize this sword-carrying disciple, as the leader of a sect, wouldn't it be embarrassing if he didn't even recognize the outstanding figures in the sect?

"Yes!" Ji Chang corrected in a cold voice.

Nangong Aotian looked surprised: "Brother, your disciple is pretty good, but is he the true disciple of the sect?"

"Damn it! How dare you, an old devil, insult me!" Chief Ji roared, his hands turned into circles, and the Yin and Yang Grinding Machine appeared.

The young monk showed disdain on his face: "You old devil, please listen carefully. I will not change my name or my surname in office. I am Yin Yang Sect Saint Child, Ji Chang!"

"Master, this thief is too wanton. This disciple can't bear it anymore. I must kill him." The disciple with the sword roared and drew the sword brazenly.

"Stop talking nonsense and watch the knife!"

"Hmph, the disciples of Heavenly Demon Sect are all trash. How could I associate with those trash?"

Before he finished speaking, Ji Chang suddenly disappeared out of thin air.

At this moment, Ji Chang, who had caught the huge knife shadow, showed a proud smile, and suddenly his face became condensed, as if he felt something, and his eyes subconsciously looked down below him.

"Long? Hahaha, what a messy name." Lin Sheng smiled hoarsely.

"You're such a good thief..."