The silver pole text on the second Kunpeng feather is easier to comprehend. Only after analyzing 30 to 40%, Luo Hong sensed the breath of thunder.
Obviously, if Luo Hong did not find Luo Hu for Youtian Kunpeng within the time limit, this feather would trigger, and the Kunpeng true thunder contained in it would be enough to destroy Luo Hong.
When it arrived at the third feather, Luo Hong had just understood it for a moment, then she showed a look of surprise and suspicion, then frowned and said to herself:
"The Ten Thousand Realms of Swallowing Yuan Gong? What does it mean? Could it be that this is my reward after completing the mission?"
Luo Hong thought for a while, feeling that he should not be too arbitrary, but how could he turn a blind eye to this gift before him?
Just gritting his teeth for a moment, he reached out and grabbed the cup of Enlightenment Tea, and drank it all without saying a word.
Suddenly, it was like a clear air initiation, and Luo Hong's soul fluctuated at high speed as if trembling. When he looked at the silver pole text on the third feather, he couldn't help but feel a sudden enlightenment.
The speed of comprehending, which was originally like a turtle, instantly increased by dozens of times.
This wonderful state of sympathizing with the world and gaining insights at all times made Luo Hong immersed in it, completely ignoring the years in the mansion.
....
Time passed by like a flash of time. Eight years have passed since Luo Hong announced her retreat.
During these eight years, Wanjianmen has grown at an extremely fast speed every moment.
With Luo Hong's reputation, Shuangqin Mountain has become the direct sphere of influence of Wanjianmen within a radius of thousands of miles.
Except for a few of the original immortal cultivation families in this area, they were retained in the form of subordinate forces of Wanjianmen.
These immortal cultivators pay a spiritual stone and prescribed offerings every year. The young children who are suitable for cultivation in the clan must also be divided into part, waiting for the upcoming ten years to join the Wanjian Sect as their disciples.
It can be said that Luo Hong completely copied the model of the former Yue Kingdom's immortal cultivation world, allowing half of the Guangnan Prefecture's immortal cultivation family to provide nutrients to the Wanjianmen.
What these immortal cultivators have obtained is absolute order and security. At least before Luo Hong's reputation faded, no monk dared to attack the disciples and affiliated families of Wanjian Sect.
But even so, the Wanjian Sect is still very weak. Although there are many talents among the Qi Refining disciples, many of them are even known as geniuses, but in terms of high-level cultivators, they cannot be seen.
At this time, just a few Nascent Soul cultivators can easily destroy the Wanjian Sect as long as they can break through the Wanjian Array that Luo Hong didn't have much effort to set up.
Therefore, Zi Ling has been in a very difficult life in the past eight years, almost walking on thin ice. After all, there is only so much meat in Guangnan Prefecture. If you eat one more bite of Wanjianmen, you will have to eat one less bite of the rest of the immortal cultivation families.
Even if Luo Hong's reputation is supported, if he is forced too much, he will not be alone and cannot find a relationship.
Zi Ling is constantly weighing whether to expand or maintain stability every day. If her mother was not the head of Miaoyin Sect, she had been a child and had never been able to do this job well.
After handling a lot of sect affairs, Zi Ling, who was deeply tired, waved to send Wang Hu back from the hall.
Seeing the sturdy man looking back three times, Zi Ling was mentally exhausted and couldn't help feeling a headache.
Although she had used the mysterious secret technique of Miaoyin Sect to cover up her true appearance, the unreasonable Dharma body still charmed the creatures around her at all times and was not controlled by her.
Even though Wang Hu is a cultivator of the same realm, his heart has been placed on the Zi Ling Master, who is obviously in the same appearance.
"I can't stay anymore, I have to leave in ten years!"
Zi Ling didn't like the wandering life, but now she has neither the cultivation level of living in seclusion nor the ability to control her natural charm, so she can only move the cave every once in a while.
Otherwise, if there are many monks who are born with charm, they will inevitably be involved in the storm.
As he stood up and walked up, Zi Ling thought about where to go after leaving Wanjian Gate, while walking into a small teleportation array behind the screen.
With a flash of inspiration, Zi Ling's figure appeared in a luxurious house.
This is the residence built by her sect, the head of the sect, who used power for personal gain. Since she used many precious spiritual materials, the concentration of spiritual energy was three or four times higher than that of the outside world, and it was an excellent place for cultivation.
Looking at the huge cold jade bed in the room, Zi Ling couldn't help but smile a cunning smile on the corner of her mouth.
Hehe, Brother Luo is so good at treating him as a hand-off manager, it is not an exaggeration to me to take advantage of him.
Just as Zi Ling was about to start her daily practice, she suddenly swept a strange figure from the corner of her eyes. Her figure first froze, and then immediately reached out to grab the jade tablet on her waist.
"Good, I don't want to commit killing karma in vain. Please don't be excited."
As a male voice rang out, Zi Ling's mind suddenly calmed down, as if she had forgotten to grab the jade plaque on her waist. Her arms suddenly froze in the air and her eyes became confused.
Fortunately, this abnormality only lasted for one breath, and Zi Ling's eyes became more agile again after one breath, but she did not dare to act rashly again.
He turned his head long and looked at the strange figure in the room.
I saw that this person was a middle-aged man wearing a purple gold robe, with a stunning hair on his head, holding a magic wand in his hand, and was looking at Zi Ling with a serious face.
"Buddha practice?"
After seeing the appearance of the intruder, Zi Ling immediately whispered in confusion, and then asked with a frown:
"Who are you? I, Wanjian Sect, have not had any communication with Buddhism, but the master has misunderstood?"
When the spiritual consciousness swept through the other party, it was like a mud cow entering the sea without any feedback, Zi Ling knew that the other party was a great master with a cultivation level far higher than her. At the moment, she only wanted to delay time and find a glimmer of hope.
As for the so-called misunderstanding, she knew it was impossible.
"I am not here for the sect. I just want to ask the donor, so I know the whereabouts of Luo donor. I have something to do to find him."
Although the middle-aged monk was invincible in his words, he still had a serious expression on his face, without the compassion of a monk, which made Zi Ling feel cold.
"The great elder of this sect is in seclusion in the mountains. If this senior wants to pay homage, he will hand over a prayer letter or send a letter to a flying sword, why should he do such an irresponsible thing?"
Zi Ling shouted unlucky while yelling as she yelled.
She now fully understood that she was blocking the disaster for Luo Hong.
"Don't deceive me. In the past three years, I have already searched every inch of Shuangqin Mountain with my spiritual sense, but there is no trace of Luo Donor.
Even if Donor Luo is really in seclusion, he will definitely not be in Shuangqin Mountain!"
After saying that, the middle-aged monk looked at Zi Ling with a calm expression for a moment, and suddenly sighed:
Chapter completed!