Zhang Yan could not have imagined that Xiao Musui would leave a pot of Red Thunder Pearls. This thing was just enough to match everything before. He was also excited, but he didn't expect that he would have gained such a reward, which would be worth saving this sleeve until now.

This Red Thunder Pearl is extremely powerful. It is a Yuanying monk who uses his own Yuangang and mixes the Red Swallow Divine Sand. He exhales yang energy for forty-nine days and nights, and finally condenses it. Once it is applied, it explodes like a collapse of the sky, gravel cracks rocks, and it becomes powder within dozens of feet.

Zhang Yan carefully reached out his hand and grabbed a large handful. If this thing was thrown out a large handful when facing the enemy, even the Nascent Soul cultivator would retreat and avoid its peak for the time being.

He poured out all the red thunder beads and carefully counted them. Finally, he found that there were as many as 378. He was overjoyed and said in his heart: "There are so many. I think Xiao Musui used it to deal with Tao Zhenren."

He thought again, if Xiao Musui had been killed by him, he would have been so lucky that he would not be killed by the bombing, and he would have to watch him run away.

In fact, he was too worried. At such a critical moment, if Xiao Musui had this Red Thunder Pearl in his hand, how could he not use it to help him?

This Red Thunder Pearl was not refined by Xiao Musui alone, but was only obtained by several Yuanying real people in the clan who practiced it with him.

I was originally going to use it for use against Tao Zhenren, but because of the last step of the Red Thunder Pearl, I had to be nurtured in this "mother tin pot" for half a year before I could finally condense it. Therefore, even if Xiao Mu wanted to use it on the day of the year, there was no way to talk about it. But if Zhang Yan fought with him for a few days, it would be difficult to say very much.

Zhang Yan carefully poured these red thunder sands back into the pot, put them on another talisman, put them in the sleeve and put them carefully to hold them. With this help, he was somewhat sure what the leader told him.

He thought about it again and was sure that there was nothing left out, so he said to himself: "If you handle the matters in the lower court again, you can rush to Qingtong Mountain."

He grew up, wrapped a wisp of clouds and smoke, and flew around him. In the blink of an eye, he came out of the Zhaoyou Cave from the Formation Gate and rushed towards Cangwu Mountain.

When he arrived at Dangyun Peak in the Lower Courtyard, he stood on a large rock on the top of the peak and sent a talisman down.

After a moment, the three deacons of the House of Reichs rushed to meet.

Zhang Yanmansheng asked, "There are a few days left to gather the disciples. How many people have come today?"

Since Zhang Yan came to the lower court, those disciples from aristocratic families no longer had arrogance and were cautious every day, for fear that they would be caught by three people by accident and hurt their feet, and Zhang Yan used the excuse to open the lower court.

Therefore, the three masters of the school also realized that their majesty was increasing day by day. They also knew where their confidence came from, and even remembered Zhang Yan's instructions in their hearts and did not dare to forget them.

At this moment, when Zhang Yan asked a question, Ma Shouxiang took the initiative to stand up and put it on the list. He didn't have to read it at all, and immediately said, "Report to the Palm Academy, it was originally scheduled to be the March period. Just two months ago, all the disciples had arrived, without exception."

The four master and disciples were arranged to be in the lower court just to obtain the position of the true disciple, and of course they would not fall behind. They opened their meridians early and broke the gate, and returned to the three views to wait.

These disciples of the aristocratic families were scared by Zhang Yan's lesson. It would be fine if they could not become the true disciple. If they missed the time and were beheaded, they had nowhere to make any reason. Therefore, since Zhang Yan issued the decree, they went to open the meridian in a panic. They did not dare to delay for a moment, and then went back to the mountains to wait patiently.

Zhang Yan took the list and opened it to see the words "Qiujian" and "healthy" and "high-end" and "strong" are all marked on it, including the names of disciples, age, origin, years of cultivation, and their respective meridians. They are all clear at a glance, without realizing their heads.

He glanced at him and saw that he had already taken a fancy to several people. Ma Shouxiang was ready and presented his pen and ink.

Zhang Yan nodded at him, picked up the pen and selected the disciples of the true teachings this time.

Among them, there were four masters and disciples, four aristocratic families, and three disciples who were not from major clans. Finally, with the two Wang sisters, they chose to select 13 people, which happened to be half of the disciples of the lower courtyard.

After putting down his pen, he took out the jade seal, covered it on the list, and handed it to Ma Shouxiang, saying, "I have something important to come out of the mountain, and I have no time to take care of the spiritual mansions of these disciples. Don't hurry to send it to the upper courtyard, but you can order them to go back to the master's sect and make arrangements when I come back."

Ma Shouxiang nodded, and the other two deacons behind him agreed.

Zhang Yan looked at the vast mountains, shook his sleeves, and with a shout, the smoke rolled in the eyes of the three leaders, and went straight into the clouds. Then they saw a sword rainbow, tearing open the atmosphere and heading northwest. After a flash of light, it disappeared completely, with only the sound of sword roaring in his ears for a long time.

Thousands of miles away from Qingtong Mountain, a 10-meter-long jade couch was placed on a mound. An old man sat upright with deep eyes, his hair and long beards, and his red robe was like a blood cloud. At a glance, he could tell that he was a magic monk.

It's okay if it's just like that. A woman was thrown in front of his couch and was torn down. She was covered in blood and was terrible. However, when she looked at her expression, her eyes were blurred and her face was filled with a confused look, and she clearly felt unconscious.

Because the birth of an immortal palace in Qingtong Mountain has been rumored, Donghua knows that monks fly by every day, and when they see such scenes, they all look at each other. However, it is too strange. Although several people hesitate to come down to find out the truth, they are afraid of this old cultivation level. In the end, no one dares to take risks for several days.

It was not until three days later that two disciples of the Nanhua Sect stopped when they passed by.

These two men, one man and one woman, are brothers and sisters, both in the realm of transformation of the alchemy. Looking at the rampant and evil appearance in front of them, they were indignant and could not hold back, but they were afraid that the other party would make some tricks. After discussing for a while, they went in one direction and swam within a radius of hundreds of miles before turning around.

After meeting again, seeing that there was no helper on his side, they released the immortal birds they were harnessed. They were two divine cranes with white feathers and red tops. As soon as they were released, they spread their wings and made a long and clear cry, and their sound stopped the clouds.

At this time, they stopped hesitating, shouted, and then separated from both sides, one left and one right, and went downward to kill.

The old man's face was slightly solemn, he clenched his fist and shook his body. A ray of yellow smoke flew out from the top door, and there seemed to be a faint image of a fierce ghost in between. The wind was yelling, and the yin energy whirled wildly, rustling upwards.

However, he was only in the realm of the transformation of elixir, and he was a little reluctant to fight against two. The two disciples each sacrificed their magic swords and fell down. As soon as the clear light swayed, the yellow smoke was split into a crack. At this time, the old man heard a cry in his ear. He was about to dodge, but he felt a pain in his shoulders. He couldn't help but groan and immediately fell on the couch.

The male disciple looked quite heroic and stood with a sword in the clouds, sneering: "It turns out that he is a monk from the Jiuming Sect. Today, my brother and sister are hit by you, you are not lucky!"

They were still cautious just now, one of them rushed forward and the other took action, and did not dare to attack. At this moment, they could not help but feel a little relaxed when they saw that they were injured.

However, at this moment, a faint smoke that was hard to see invisible to the naked eye floated from behind. Then, a Taoist appeared behind the male disciple.

This man is thin and ugly, with his cheeks collapsed inside. Although his nose is straight, his nostrils are very large. His forehead is bald, his sparse white hair is hanging on his shoulders, his eyes are shining with a faint green aura, and his Taoist robe is floating around, and his whole body looks like a dry bone.

The woman could see clearly from a distance and couldn't help but exclaim.

The Taoist grinned and smiled strangely, and blew gently, and a ray of black smoke flew out. The male disciple also had a good identity in the Nanhua Sect and was usually very agile. When he heard the scream, he knew something was wrong. He did not look back and rushed forward instead.

But before taking two steps, a wave of dizziness came, and his hands and feet were weak, and he fell from the air immediately.

The Taoist flicked his finger and a wisp of green yin fire flew out, making a sound, and touched the disciple. Without a word, the person was burned into a pile of falling charcoal under the shocked gaze of the female disciple, and even the Yuanling was destroyed.

The woman was about to escape, but she felt her body softened, and then her neck hurt, and she found that she was pinched by a dry hand.

The female disciple whirled back for a while and pecked at the back of the Taoist. However, before getting close, it seemed that it had touched a layer of faint smoke, which turned into a pool of thick blood for no reason.

The crane left by another male disciple whineed and flew away without a shadow.

The strange Taoist shook his head and did not chase after him, muttering: "Are all the disciples of the Nanhua Sect so incompetent? On that day, Fei Ju Zhenren dared to fight the sword at the Shaoqing Sect."

Although he looked ugly, his voice was low and pleasant, making people unable to help but want to listen to his words.

He stared at the woman for a long time, and his eyes were filled with luster and blue fire. The female disciple was terrified and trembled all over. She was just strangled to her neck, and her body was weak and she could not make any sound.

After a while, the man smashed his mouth and sighed, "It looks good with fine skin and tender flesh. It's a pity that I will no longer eat people after becoming a baby."

He threw the woman in front of the old man's couch and said, "Xu Gongyuan, I'll leave it to you."

Xu Gongyuan didn't go to see the woman, but his face was depressed and said, "Zhang Zhenren, it's been three days. Have you not found a suitable body to send your soul to others?"

The Taoist laughed and said, "Xu Gongyuan, don't be impatient. Since I promised to avenge your own child, I will not break my promise. If Zhang Yan came here, I will give it to you. But if you want me to kill the Mingcang Sect, then I will live enough."

Xu Gongyuan snorted lightly, and he knew in his heart that the things hidden at the foot of Qingtong Mountain were the other party’s purpose. If he hadn’t been proficient in the formation and restrictions, he would never have been brought by this person. Now the disciples of the Xuanmen are all coming to Qingtong Mountain, and there are many of them with high-level cultivation. He could not move in an instant without this person, so he had to obey his mercy.

At this time, the Taoist looked like a move, licked his lips, and said, "How many people are coming again, I hope I will be more lucky this time."

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…(To be continued)
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