"Junior brother, you are so powerful!" Zhu Mei's voice was not false at all.
Back then, the Paradise Boy had gone against the destiny, and the whole Qingcheng people were panicked. In the end, no one of the Paradise Boy's disciples survived, otherwise the leader of Qingcheng would not be able to fall on him.
But now, my junior brother killed Elder Emei, and he just accepted three heavenly punishments lightly, as if nothing happened.
He was secretly envious in his heart, but he would never follow suit.
Zhao Wen was able to survive the punishment from heaven, but it does not mean that he is also capable of surviving the punishment from heaven.
Looking at Zhao Wen and Zhu Mei, there was a look of eagerness on his face. He could withstand the punishment of heaven. This junior brother's strength was obviously underestimated by him, and now, Qingcheng needed strength the most.
"Emei has always been domineering since Changmei set the number of days. I'm afraid even they themselves don't know how many people want to take revenge on the Emei sect. The cultivation world has definitely been troubled recently, and junior brother must not take action anymore!"
Zhu Mei's voice was extremely solemn. After all, the ascetic Tutu was a disciple of Buddhism, and his connection with the Emei Sect was not close. Although he had the name of an Emei Sect elder, he was not a die-hard Emei disciple. His death would not have a big impact on the number of days.
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If Zhao Wen gets a taste of the sweetness and reaches out to someone like the Three Immortals of the East China Sea, it will definitely not be offset by a few heavenly punishments.
"Senior Brother, don't worry. I have never underestimated the strength of the Emei Sect, and this is what I plan to persuade Senior Brother when I come back this time!" Zhao Wen nodded lightly.
Since a thousand years ago, Changmei has been working hard to monopolize the number of days in Emei. In the later period, more than a dozen disciples continued to implement this concept. Until now, over a thousand years, how much heritage has been left for the Emei sect? No one in the world can
have no idea.
Even if Zhao Wen has read the Shushan novel, he is still not sure how many casual cultivators and cultivators in the world have secretly joined the Emei Sect.
Although the Yunjin Taoist Robe has strong defensive power, it is not a top-level magic weapon after all. If there is no top-level magic weapon in the Shushan world that can break the Yunjin Taoist Robe, Zhao Wen himself would not believe it.
He never wants to see a strange monk appear one day and worry whether he will blow himself up in front of him and die with him.
At times like this, the more low-key Qingcheng is, the better.
"Hahaha, junior brother, does he know the secret of calculation!" Zhu Mei looked curious.
Since the number of days was set, it has been moving downwards on a fixed trajectory. As long as you have a clue, you can know the ins and outs of anything by just counting.
That is to say, after the death of the ascetic Tutuo, the heavenly secrets became a little confused.
As his junior brother, he was too young and too strong, so he couldn't figure out what the other party would do. He could understand this, but it was a bit surprising that he didn't even know how to calculate.
"I know, but I think one's own strength comes first, so I haven't learned it yet!"
How could Zhao Wen not know the secrets of Shushan Sect’s calculations?
As the lord of the world, he naturally knows how to calculate the secrets of heaven. Even Zhao Wen can find out all the protagonists of the world in a period as long as he is willing.
But this is in the world of Daqin.
And even if Zhao Wen is the Lord of the World, there is still a price to pay for observing the heavenly secrets in the Great Qin World.
This price is the merit of heaven and earth.
Thinking that the monks in the Shushan world need to accumulate a lot of merit before ascending, Zhao Wen even speculated that these people were too careful in their observation of the heavenly secrets. Only when they ascended did they realize that they owed too much merit and were unable to ascend.
But he won't say this out loud. In the Shushan world, he doesn't need to calculate the secrets of heaven.
"Senior brother should know that junior brother has a formation. There are many spiritual roots and elixirs planted on the islands in the formation. These spiritual root elixirs survive in the islands and at the same time they also nourish the formation!"
Zhao Wen looked worried: "This time the heavenly punishment was resisted by this formation. Three consecutive heavenly punishments caused huge damage to my protective formation!"
Thinking of the Tiangang Earth Demon Formation being promoted to an immortal weapon, but not enough heaven and earth spiritual energy to complete the promotion, for Zhao Wen, this damage is absolutely huge.
"I see that there are many elixirs grown in Qingcheng. I wonder if I can give these elixirs to my junior brother!"
While speaking, Zhao Wen also glanced at Mi Mingniang, who was standing behind Zhu Mei, completely enveloped and protected by Zhu Mei's aura.
Zhao Wen himself joined the Qingcheng faction, and Zhu Mei was not careful enough.
"Junior brother has made great contributions to our Qingcheng sect. I have the final say on just the elixirs and will give them all to my junior brother!"
The number of spiritual root elixirs inherited from an ancient sect like Qingcheng is by no means a small amount, but compared to the three peerless geniuses Zhao Wen brought back, Zhu Mei can completely ignore the mere spiritual root elixirs.
The most important thing is that at Zhu Mei's current state, no spiritual root elixir can have an effect on him, and there is no burden in sending it.
"Thank you, senior brother!" Zhao Wen definitely meant this thank you sincerely.
As soon as he finished speaking, the Tiangang Earth Demon Formation in Zhao Wen's hand instantly unfolded, completely covering the entire Qingcheng Sect Mountain Gate. One hundred and eight rays of light fell from the sky and flashed across Qingcheng.
The Tiangang Earth Demon formation returned to Zhao Wen's waist, and Zhao Wen's figure flashed and disappeared in Qingcheng in an instant.
"Junior brother!" Zhu Mei shouted, and her hands began to tremble.
Zhao Wen just unfolded the formation in his hands, completely suppressing the Qingcheng faction's mountain-protecting formation.
More importantly, compared to what he saw last time, Zhu Mei could clearly sense that he could not sense any weakness from the formation, but instead felt more oppressive than before.
This feeling was only experienced by high-level monks when they first started practicing.
This is the difference between levels of life.
In other words, the formation in the hands of my junior brother has actually advanced to the Immortal Formation in the days since he left.
Thinking of how many top powerhouses the Emei Sect had suppressed with just one Liangyi Mote in hand, now a Qingcheng disciple with an Immortal Formation left the mountain gate directly after seeing the Immortal Formation.
If it hadn't been for the chaos outside, Zhu Mei would have even wanted to issue a direct order to have all the disciples in Qingcheng come out to invite Zhao Wen back.
"All disciples can send a message to their relatives and friends. If they meet me, Elder Zhao Wen of Qingcheng, I will tell him to go back to the mountain no matter what!" Zhu Mei's voice was filled with anger.
An immortal formation can already become the last and most important trump card in the sect.
As long as this immortal formation is revealed, there is no need to take action, countless cultivation sects will naturally give Qingcheng three points.
This was the treatment the Emei Sect received in the past. He had once been extremely envious of it, but now, Zhao Wen was asked to leave directly.
With Zhao Wen's strength, God knows when he will return to the mountain next time.
Thinking of this, Zhu Mei's face changed, a long sword appeared in her hand, a spiritual thought was attached to the long sword, and the long sword flew up instantly, flying towards the distance!
