Tempered Immortal

Tianmei Mountain stretches for only a few decades, but the main peak is still strong and unplugged, with strange stones and a myriad of rare beasts, and is also the center of the underground spiritual vein.

This is where the celestial pie sits.

At this time, in the palace of the peak, the heavenly elders gathered together to deliberate.

Sitting in the main position is a Taoist priest who must be white. Although he is old, he still has a floating atmosphere all over him. He has been rehabilitated to the full stage of the coagulation period, which is the legendary realm of false babies.

It is the Heavenly Spirit's current ruler - Deadwood Real Man!

Several other elders, there is a proverb, although the cultivation needs to be slightly weaker, all of them are Jindan Dacheng's cultivators.

“Brothers, how do you feel about this demon pulling us together?” On the coffee table in front of the old man, on the left and right, there are two musical notes, one covered in gold and the other haunted with black air, it goes without saying that it is naturally the letter sent by both the Orthodox.

Several elders or close-minded gods, or bowed their heads to contemplation, but after half a noise, no one came out to express their opinions. The real face of dead wood had to look a little ugly, and coughed softly: “Why, this door has reached the moment of death and survival, do you still not see, and do not want to plan for the division door? ”

“Oh, brother, this is bad words, the Orthodox demons are still peeling each other today, the situation is a little tense, but far from war, I'm afraid, not to mention the deviation from the door, how can there be a major disaster?” An old man with a dark face doesn't think he's talking.

“Yeah, not to mention the fact that the Orthodox demons are pulling together more than my family. Ten years ago, they kept pulling together the Psychopharmacopoeia Mountain. Psychopharmacopoeia Mountain has not yet made a statement, and there is nothing wrong with it.” This time it was a powerful man, who obviously agreed with the old man.

The face of the dead wood real person is bluish and white. It is very ugly. Over the past two centuries, the talent has faded. Not to say that the situation of your brothers and sisters is low, but the talent of the management sect is lacking. One of them will only practice hard, but the idea of the world is childish and simple.

So much energy is devoted to dealing with the doorman chores, otherwise there is not necessarily a chance to hit the Yuan Baby Realm, now I have less than twenty years of Shou Yuan left, there is no hope anymore in this life.

It's not a shame that I die, but when I sit down, I'm afraid this great celestial faction will fail...

Mindful of this, a sad emotion arose in the hearts of the dead wood real people and sighed: “Brothers, how can this party compare to Mount Psychotropic, not to mention that they have a large number of alchemists, between the right and the right demons, and the strength of this party is not comparable to that of my Heavenly Mountain. ”

“Humph, brother, why do you need to grow the spirit of others, the hidden strength of Ling Yao Mountain, it's just a rumor, even if the words are true, it is inevitable to exaggerate the words, I don't believe them in the doorperson, there is really a Yuan Baby Monster hidden.” The mighty man still looks disgusted.

“Brother Jung.” The face of the real dead wood grew more and more gloomy, and the chilly voice said: “Whether it is true or false, in short, the words are very eloquent, which makes both the hearts of the Orthodox devil despise. There are no such favourable conditions in this door. Today, the three giants and the great demons send letters, asking us to take a stand...”

“These guys are unreasonable. Can't we just want to live in the North and live our lives without crossing paths with them and not get involved in the Orthodox dispute?” The blackened old man was full of anger.

“Brother...” Seeing him angry, the dead wood real person can't help but cry: “You have been practicing for at least 300 years, but the basic rules of the real world should always understand, in order to persuade people in this world, it is about the size of fists, who can reason with you. ”

The black old man scratched his head, still full of confusion.

Deadwood real people are too lazy to talk to such incompetent people, turn their heads and look at another fixer: “Brother Ning, don't you have any good opinions? ”

This man, in his early thirties or so, was the youngest of the elders, named Ning, Tianyu, and only succeeded three years ago.

Though Tianjin is the most inexperienced and the weakest elder, the real dead wood man has always weighed heavily on him for no reason. This man has quite a talent for life. Although he is not as good as himself, he is better than several other incompetent brothers and sisters.

So since he has succeeded in coagulating, the real man of the ancient tomb has focused on cultivating him, hoping to grind his edges a little more before his life is exhausted, and to train things smoother, maybe, so that the man in charge of the portal, the Heavenly Spirit does not mix to the point of disintegration.

Today, it seems to be a meeting with all the divisions and brothers, but actually, I just want to hear how Ning Tianyu will handle this matter. After all, it is now no more than in the past, one step wrong, there is a possibility that he will not be able to repeat it. He would like to exercise this little brother more. I didn't expect him to say a word since he sat down.

Ning Tianyu stood up after hearing the inquiry from the real dead wood man: "Brother in charge, we should not make an early decision on this matter. ”

“Shouldn't it be early to make a decision? ”

“Yes, the situation is now unclear. On the face of it, both Orthodox and Orthodox are equally powerful. God knows what the secret is on the bottom of their boxes. Now we decide hastily that if we stand in the wrong camp, we will regret it.” Ning Tianyu was obviously deliberate, talked about and delayed the fluency.

“But there's no way to slow it down!” Dead wood real people sinked for a moment: “Orthodox demons are not fools, and we don't have the kind of capital that can dictate the source, if the other party's patience runs out, it can be the jade stone furnace burning...”

“Oh, my brother is worried, or the authorities are obsessed. The letters from both sides of the Orthodox devil, though soft and hard, repeatedly force us to take a stand, but even if we drag them down, they will not do it. ”

“Oh, how can you say that? ”

Deadwood's true human color moved and was about to ask carefully. Suddenly a note flew in from the outside. He grabbed it and injected it into his hand. His expression suddenly became extremely complicated.

Is there any unexpected change? (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)