The clans' true lords entered into meditation in Yuran Mountain, without knowing the passage of time.

When the moon was full and waning that night, another round passed, one morning, in the dim morning light, the wind and clouds suddenly surged in the sky with white fish belly. Several purple lightnings suddenly passed, and after more than ten breaths, a rumbling thunder came.

More than ten flowing lights flew up in the mountains, standing in the distance. Everyone looked at one of the two figures standing on the top of the mountain. Facing the rare god-transformation disaster in the world, their eyes were not filled with joy, but full of worry.

In the valley, an extremely small red maple tree was immersed in the vast spiritual energy and was suddenly awakened by the thunder. It felt the dull and depressing fluctuation coming from the sky, and instinctively pierced towards the ground, and suddenly the earth fled away, leaving only a small earth pit on the ground, and disappeared.

On the top of the mountain, Cao Yu and Qin Ding were quietly looking at the thunder that was constantly gathering power in the sky. In the dark dark clouds as dark as ink, the silver-purple lightning that shone from time to time, dancing like a mad snake.

An extremely heavy feeling of extinction was pressing on the hearts of the two of them, but the heavenly power was not triggered, and it seemed that it would take a while to fully form.

Qin Ding, who looked even older, had his eyes under his drooping eyes glowing in the flash of purple thunder. He lowered his head and sighed, and turned to look at Cao Yu, but he was speechless, but the emotions contained in his eyes were extremely complicated.

"Old guy, this is a good thing!" Cao Yu smiled with a smile on his white beard.

"Now the Xiaohuan Realm is no longer like the ancient world. Our Nascent Soul wants to advance the path of transforming gods with ancient methods. The only way to immortality is to understand the emptiness, to obtain the wonders of the emptiness, to feed yourself, and to become the body of the transformation gods to avoid such death disasters. Do you... have to pass on?" Qin Ding said in a hoarse voice.

Upon hearing this, Cao Yu said freely:

"How could you say this? I have a lot of life left. It's only 40 or 50 years to count. After all, you and I are just passers-by in the world. After all, I'm just a passerby in the world. I'll die tomorrow and die today. What's the difference? Besides, if it weren't for the change of Yu Ran Mountain, which greatly increased the inspiration of the world here, and briefly reappeared the grand scene of ancient practice, how could I have the opportunity to touch the bottleneck of the transformation of the gods and trigger the thunder tribulation? Such an opportunity, even if the ending is already destined, is a blessing. If I fear retreating and survive for decades, I will feel unwilling to accept it after death, and then I will be afraid that the qi will turn into a zombie and jump out of the coffin."

"It's okay, I'll press you back then, and at most I will refine a batch of soul-squeezing nails to seal your coffin tightly." Qin Ding said slowly.

Cao Yu smiled, he clenched his fist with his right hand and his left hand outside, clasped his hands together in front of his chest, showing a solemn look, bowed down seriously, and said in a deep voice:

"I'll ask you for the future of the tribe. But I have some things to ask for. You know that all parties are pursuing the fire of the pseudo-spirit, but you don't know what the result is. Two months ago, Luoshan blocked Piaomiao City and slaughtered a group of monks such as the Red Moon Tower Yuanying Golden Pill in the city, but he did not see Xuan Yu's reaction at all. Therefore, it can be seen that he has not yet broken through to the transformation of God, otherwise he would not be so swallowing his anger. Xuan Yu is old and cannot break through now, and there is no chance in the future. This Nanzhou is still the Nanzhou of the five sects. Our clan guards the blessed lands of Baimang Mountain, as always, and do not be enemies with him. As for the Western Desert, Northern Frontier or Canggu Ocean, there are naturally five of them to be responsible. We listen to the tune and not to break through, and we should control our relationships well, and do not stay away or close."

Speaking of this, he sighed helplessly and continued, "Oh, if Shiheng can come back, what's the point of giving up this body of cultivation to fulfill him? It's just a pity."

"Although our clan is weak now, it is better than he is so cautious in Xuanyuan Sect." Qin Ding said indifferently.

Cao Yu pressed his palm down slightly and said with a smile:

"Shiheng has been in Xuanyuan Sect for nearly 600 years. This is known to everyone. How could he withdraw so easily? In the past, Venerable Xifeng was able to establish his own business without any scruples. In the end, this world is still talking based on his fists. You are so old and still can't see through this point. No wonder you have not made any progress after your cultivation level reaches the middle stage."

"I open my eyes and tell lies. If it weren't for the disgraceful means that the Cangzi clan did when we were through the tribulation that consumed our potential, why would I be in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul?" Qin Ding said.

"Okay, I don't want to fight with you too much. The thunder of the catastrophe has been brewing almost. You should leave. I have a slim chance this time, but there should be some opportunities in the dark. But if you stand here, the power of the thunder tribulation will be greater, not only me, but you will die without life even if you are alive." Cao Yu looked at the dark clouds and said with a constant expression.

Qin Ding frowned slightly, bowed his hands and parted with a worried face, and then flew towards a Huang Shan girl dozens of miles away.

"Does Fellow Daoist Cao have anything to explain in the end?" Shi Xuan asked with a calm expression.

"We will continue to rest in Baimang Mountain and do not become enemies with the five sects of Nanzhou." Qin Ding said.

"It's true that this is the entrusted. I understand, but in Baimang Mountain, there are only the Wanjian Sect outside the Wanjian Sect, and the rest are small sects that are not in the market. Do we have to take action?" Shi Xuan said slowly.

"Although Zhengyang Sect occupy the Zhengyang Peak, Shiheng once said to protect him for five hundred years, but the time has not arrived yet. As for the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, Ancient Zhang has Ten Thousand Swords hidden in his hand. Although it is only the initial stage of cultivation, its strength is not inferior to that of the middle stage. Although there are many Nascent Souls on our side, except Cao Yu and me, you are all in the early stage. It is not easy to win the Ten Thousand Swords Sect." Qin Ding said with a calm expression.

As he said that, dozens of purple thunders as thick as buckets fell towards the top of Yuran Mountain at the same time, but a figure turned towards him.

Seeing this, Qin Ding couldn't help but close his eyes and sighed:

"There are so many people who covet Wanjian Sword Cang among the three realms. However, Wanjian Sect is in Nanzhou, and has the great reputation of five sects that shocks the outside world. The old guys in the western desert and northern borders dare not be too presumptuous. Although this sword Cang is close to us, it is not something that our clan can possess. This world is strong, and weak is dead. Those with virtue live in treasures. As long as we still want to gain a foothold in Nanzhou, we cannot think about Wanjian Sword Cang."

When the God-Transforming Tribulation began, whether it was Xuan Yu, who was sitting by the clear pond in the valley in Nanzhou, Luoshan in the Piaomiao Secret Realm, or many late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators who were Du Yu on the Canggu Ocean, they all seemed to feel something, and an inexplicable sadness surged into their hearts.
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