Mu Feng has now practiced all five attributes to the Golden Pill Realm, and there is no need to screen for spiritual energy at all. The speed of absorbing spiritual energy is dozens of times faster than that of a normal cultivator.

In a blink of an eye, a month has passed.

This month was beyond everyone's expectations. Zhu Changhe's death did not cause any turmoil. Even the Legalists where Zhu Changhe was located had no news, as if the dead were not the head of the Legalists.

Because of Mu Feng's actions, Taihao Sect has now become a popular sect in the world of immortal cultivation. The Taihao Sect's opening meeting has almost absorbed all the casual cultivators and sects in China. Even the Confucians who are familiar with the Legalists have sent congratulatory gifts in a hypocritical way.

The battle between Mu Feng and Zhu Changhe became the battle of Taihao Sect. Mu Feng’s terrifying sword technique was still talked about even after a month.

Many people think that the Legalists were scared by Mu Feng's swordsmanship.

But no one knew that the four Confucian and Legal soldiers had moved to Kunlun Mountain at this time.

As the mountain of the Ten Thousand Ances of China, Kunlun Mountain has always been a place for monks to pilgrimage. At this time, the four major sects in the Jiuzhou Realm gathered in Kunlun Mountain, and tens of thousands of people knelt under a huge stone wall.

At the front, there were four old men with white hair and beards kneeling. The four old men felt the slightest spiritual energy on their bodies, just like four ordinary old men, but behind them, there were more than ten high-level Jindan cultivators kneeling.

All the monks knelt on the ground, not even daring to breathe.

They have been kneeling here for more than twenty days, and no one has any complaints, because the four old men in the head are the pillars of their four major sects, all of whom are powerful people.

The powerful, also known as the Purple Mansion Mirror, are all existences comparable to immortals. In the eyes of the Purple Mansion Mirror monks, the peak monks in the Golden Dan Realm are all native chickens and tiles and dogs, vulnerable.

Although tens of thousands of disciples were wondering why the four ancestors knelt on the stone wall, none of them dared to come forward to ask.

The four ancestors seemed to have pretended to die. For the past twenty days, they have not moved at all, even their hair seems to have solidified.

In the blink of an eye, more than twenty days passed. Just when many low-level disciples were about to be able to hold on, the stone wall suddenly emitted a faint golden light.

The golden light was very weak, but it was magnifying rapidly.

Feel the golden light, all four old men

Open his eyes and stared at the golden light on the stone wall with a look of surprise. Everyone's eyes were filled with expectations and desire.

The golden light gradually condensed, forming a huge human face on this stone wall.

"Who are you waiting for? You actually understand the art of 77 mastering the gods." The human face spoke.

"My disciple of the Chan Sect, I wish Tianchen."

"Meng Qu, a disciple of the Chan Sect."

"Chen Xiao, the disciple of the Chan Sect."

"The clan of the Chan Sect, Cang Yuanzi."

"Greetings to the Grand Master." The four old men bowed to the ground, their bodies trembling slightly.

"Oh, you are the sects under the Baolong clan." The human face spoke again.

"Yes!" The four old men answered again.

The human face asked loudly, "Why don't you see the members of the Baolong clan?"

Zhu Tianchen, the ancestor of the Zhu family, shouted in a trembling voice: "Report to the Grand Master, the Baolong clan has not yet entered the world. Now the three thousand years of prophecy has arrived. We come to disturb the Grand Master in accordance with the law of the clan. We deserve to die."

"I didn't expect that three thousand years would pass so soon." The tone of the face sighed and said, "It has been three thousand years since the Battle of the Gods."

Looking down at the ancestor of the Zhu family, he asked, "Has there ever been any changes in this world?"

Zhu Tianchen hurriedly shouted: "Reported to the Grand Master, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth has been revived and has created countless cultivators. I think what the leader of Tongtian Sect said back then should be slowly realizing."

"Did the Human Emperor re-control the three realms?" The human face murmured, and his huge cheeks actually transformed into a trace of intriguing melancholy.

After a while, the human face said again: "Has there ever been a stunning talent in this mortal world?"

Zhu Tianchen immediately replied: "A young monk appeared in Kunshan. He had the strength comparable to a powerful man in his twenties. My son and nephew were killed by this man forty-nine days ago."

"I have the strength comparable to a powerful man in my twenties?" The man said in surprise: "It seems that he should be the reincarnation of the Jie Sect master."

"Please issue a decree to the Grand Master." The four ancestors shouted in unison.

The human face thought for a while and said, "Chun it. Since the spiritual energy has been revived, we should join the world."

"These four top-grade magic weapons are given to you. First kill this person, and wait until we enter the world, and then go and teach other reincarnated masters.

"The human face opened its mouth, and four dazzling magic weapons quickly flew out of his mouth.

"Magic weapon!" Seeing the real magic weapon, the four ancestors trembled excitedly.

This is a magic weapon, a treasure that only immortals have the ability to forge. Even the most excellent magic weapon is vulnerable to the lowest-quality magic weapon. Moreover, this is a top-quality magic weapon.

The power of the top-grade magic weapon is no less than that of the lower-grade immortal weapon. It is also forged by immortals and contains the power of immortal spirit.

Soon, the golden light on the stone wall converged and returned to its original state.

The four ancestors slowly stood up from the ground. Each of them held a magic weapon, and each of them laughed wildly.

With a magic weapon, their strength will be far beyond that of cultivators of the same level. It can be said that looking at China, they will have no opponents.

At this time, Meng Qu, the ancestor of Confucianism, glanced at Zhu Tianchen and smiled and said, "Brother Zhu, what do you think we will do first?"

The Confucian ancestor Meng Qu's eyes were also full of madness. He laughed and said, "What do you think, what do I think."

The ancestors of the other two sects also smiled knowingly. They had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

"Then let's stop wasting time. We are destined to be the ones in the nine provinces!" Zhu Tianchen sneered, then flew up and shouted at tens of thousands of disciples of the sect: "All disciples obey orders."

"Boom!" Tens of thousands of disciples stood up in one after another, and a fighting spirit soared into the sky.

"Since ancient times, we have been members of the Chan Sect. However, the power is weak and we have been suppressed by the Baolong clan. From ancient times to the present, the Baolong clan regards us as slaves and asks us for help."

"Today, the spiritual energy of the mortal world has revived, which will double our cultivation level."

"This is God's will, let us take the Baolong clan and replace it!"

"Replace it! Replace it!"

"Except for the Baolong clan!"

"Except for the Baolong clan!"

Tens of thousands of disciples of the four major sects shouted, and at this moment, it seemed as if the entire Kunlun Mountain was trembling.

"Okay! All the disciples follow us to enter the Tianlong Realm! We must let the Tianlong Realm know who is the master of this world!" Meng Qu saw that the time was ripe, and immediately issued an order.
Chapter completed!