"Here you come!" Taipan felt awe-inspiring in his heart. Zhenyuan slowly moved along his limbs and bones. In his sleeves, Zhenyuan was twisted into one strands and twisted into a transparent small snake that was three inches long and short, lifelike, with all the scales and armors, and what appeared in his pupils was an extremely lively feeling.

The little snake, head and tail, circling around Taipan's wrist, circled and rotated back and forth.

There was a sound of footsteps, and a Taoist in purple, carrying a long sword, came into the air.

In addition to the purple clothes, there was a pure white burqa, which hid his entire body in the burqa. Except for the eyes, the Taoist man showed no trace of it. Even the clouds on his hands were also locked tightly on his body.

As the Taoist approached, Tai Pan's gaze became more and more cautious and fearful.

The long sword behind this Taoist man was a magic weapon, and the burqa on his body was also a magic weapon, even the Yunbu in his hand was also a magic weapon. Although among these three magic weapons, except for the burqa and Yunbu except the long sword, the energy on it was extremely mixed and there was no potential. At first glance, it was a hasty thing to deal with. After a battle, its texture may not be able to withstand the change of true energy and collapse, but no matter what, the magic weapon is a magic weapon, even if it is just a turn, it may not even be able to turn.

"It's really luxurious." When the purple-clothed Taoist came in the sky, the river god of the Ba River in the water mansion under the Ba River was also looking at the scene on the banks of the Ba River with relish. In this river god mansion, the three Songming and the other two were just standing beside them.

"After hanging a flying rainbow, the rainbow cloth that can be condensed is only half a roll, only half a foot."

"And this Taoist man, the burqa all over his body and the cloth wrapped around his hands, were all sacrificed with rainbow cloth."

"It is worthy of being the nine major sects." In the water mansion, Taoist Songming looked around the purple-clothed Taoist, and his eyes were filled with envy or something. After a long time, the Taoist sighed and felt quite depressed. He drank the nectar in the cup in one go.

The purple-clothed Taoist burqa was wrapped in a burqa, at least it would take seven or eight feet to sacrifice and refine it. If it was as crude as the purple-clothed Taoist château and was less than the workplace, even if it was more than ten feet, it might not be able to sacrifice and refine it.

In other words, this burqa wrapped cloth, for ordinary divine cultivation, it would take at least a full ten years to find a flying rainbow and weave it as a cloth.

The empire rotates, and the nine major sects stand between heaven and earth for nearly three thousand years. In the empire, almost every mountain and every river are at the tentacles of the nine major sects.

Under such circumstances, all the magical medicines and precious materials produced between heaven and earth fell into the hands of the nine major sects and the imperial family.

After passing through those small sects, it was the turn of countless casual cultivators in the end.

In addition to the medicine fields, meat and so on among the nine major sects, it can be said that the practitioners in the sect, especially the nine major sects, have already left the casual cultivators far behind since they embarked on their practice, whether in terms of talent or resources.

Although the method of practice is said to be a non-existent seeker, it is still impossible to leave external things. Especially the casual cultivators, their natural resources are not as good as those who can be selected into sects. Therefore, these casual cultivators have more urgent needs for resources than those sect disciples.

However, this is the pattern of the world. The more you need it, the less you don’t have it, the easier it is to come.

Practitioners seek the way of heaven, but the way of heaven is still from man to heaven. Before becoming an immortal, what practitioners pursue is still the way of man... The way of man is not enough to be given more than one's.

"Senior Yu Ze, that's it."

"In the late Qin Dynasty, all the heroes competed, and no one was optimistic about Emperor Gaozu."

"Only these nine sects have been stolen and fought for the great cause of Emperor Gaozu. The Chu-Han struggle has been defeated and fought repeatedly. In the past forty years, three generations of Taoist lords have been replaced in succession among the nine sects."

"How come their honor comes out of thin air now?"

"If fellow Taoist Songming is interested, with the cultivation of the divine realm and your instructor, you may be able to establish a small cave, and pass it on generations. When the world changes, you will eventually have a chance." On the head of the water palace, the god of Bashui looked faintly, and the divine seal of authority flashed between its sleeves with three immortal brilliance. The light came out from the divine seal and moved along the Bashui River, covering the Bashui River, covering the Bashui River, protecting the Aquarius in the Bashui River and the residents on both sides of the Bashui River.

"Forget it." The look of inspiration flashed in Taoist Songming's eyes. After a sudden glance, Songming shook his head.

How could it be as easy as words to establish a legacy?

After establishing this inheritance, the challenges that need to be faced are the various internal affairs within the inheritance, the interests of all parties involved, and the planning to fight for disciples with other sects, which are not something ordinary practitioners can do.

Taoist Songming sat down and there were three disciples, but the amount of practice of these three disciples and the open and secret struggles between these three disciples had already made him worried. This time, if it weren't for his disciples being held by someone, how could he lead the way and invite two old friends Changqing to test Taipan for others' chess pieces.

This is true for the three disciples. If they establish a legacy, what if they can do it?

"Fellow Daoist Songming is out of his mind." The body of Bashui looked at the river bank. "The sword behind the purple-clothed Taoist moves out of the scabbard with a sharp meaning. This long sword, even if it is not a thousand-forged soldier, is probably the most decisive level among hundreds of refinements. After a little control of the aura, it is possible to be a good magic weapon for a sword, even if it carries the Tiangang ban."

"It's a pity that there is another silence of tragedy between this sharp edge. This long sword is probably destroyed by the method of quick success and instant benefits."

"Tenzhang rainbow cloth, and a treasure soldier close to a thousand forgings were added. Just to hide his identity, three fellow Taoists were the front-lifters."

"I'm really curious. Which of the nine sects is this purple-clothed Taoist and the person behind him?" The God of Bashui had a faint look. "What is the purpose of concealing his identity at all costs!"

Between words, the bright light unfolds, turning into a mirror, showing everything on the river bank in this mirror. On the mirror, colorful lines appear - that is the trajectory of the flow of heaven and earth's vital energy on both sides of the Ba River.
Chapter completed!