Chapter 1597 Return to Yungang Sect

This old man wearing secular military clothes and with short hair was none other than one of Liang Yan's three enlightenment mentors, Yu Xuanji!

Hearing Liang Yan's voice, Yu Xuanji was slightly startled, with a complicated look in his eyes.

This former disciple thought he had been buried in the sea of ​​lost souls, but he didn't expect that two hundred years later, he would return to Nanchui.

And his level of cultivation is now far above his own.

At this moment, Yu Xuanji's consciousness was in a daze. He didn't know how to face this former disciple, nor what to say.

Seeing the other party's embarrassed look, Liang Yan smiled slightly.

The smile is like a spring breeze, a gentle force spreads out, unknowingly infecting the mood of everyone present.

"Master, don't be nervous. I am still your disciple, as I was then and now. Master, please accept your disciple's bow!"

After saying that, he really bowed deeply to Yu Xuanji.

"well!"

Yu Xuanji's eyes were slightly moist, and the feeling of embarrassment just now gradually disappeared, and he sighed: "I didn't expect it! I, Yu Xuanji, have mediocre qualifications and low cultivation in my life, but the most discerning thing is to accept it. A good apprentice!"

Before he finished speaking, Yu Xuanji had already stepped forward and helped Liang Yan up.

"Master, after so many years of separation, how are you doing recently?"

"I am fine."

At this time, Yu Xuanji showed a cheerful smile, touched his chin, and said: "Yungang Sect has kept a low profile these years, keeping aloof from the world. Master, I am also a leisurely cloud wild crane. I often play with the world and pay attention to the mountains and rivers, and I am quite happy. "

"As long as Master is happy." Liang Yan said with a smile.

"Yes." Yu Xuanji nodded, suddenly remembered something, patted Liang Yan on the shoulder, and asked, "How are you? Did that old thief Wen Taishi give you any trouble?"

"Master Wen?"

Liang Yan chuckled lightly and said calmly: "From now on, there will be no Grand Master Wen and the Scorpion Boy in this world, and there will be no Emperor Jue Palace or Misty Valley."

His voice was very soft and his tone was very calm, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

But when it falls in the ears of everyone, it is no different than thunder on dry land!

"What did you say."

Yu Xuanji didn't seem to hear clearly, and looked subconsciously at the entrance of the valley of Qidou Peak.

Not only him, but almost everyone such as Yuan Ya Laodao, Lu Zizhen, Lan Wangqiu, and Miao Suwen all looked towards the valley of Qidou Peak.

Through the small mouth of the valley, you can vaguely see the scene inside, but you can see blood flowing like a river, and the evil spirit soaring into the sky! At a glance, there are bones and skeletons all over the mountains and plains. It is simply a small Shura field!

Old Taoist Yuan Ya looked surprised and asked with a hint of disbelief: "Master Wen and the Scorpion Boy. Are they all dead?"

"good."

Liang Yan did not deny it. He nodded and said, "They chose the cemetery at Qidou Peak themselves. They can't blame me."

After saying these words, everyone's hearts were filled with turmoil.

Before, they only knew that Liang Yan was very strong, but no one knew how strong he was.

You must know that Liang Yan was only in the early stage of the Golden elixir when he left. According to the speculations of Yuan Yalaodao, Lu Zizhen and others, in two hundred years, even if there is any special opportunity that goes against the heavens, at most, he would have cultivated from the early stage of the Golden elixir to The middle stage of Tongxuan.

After all, after reaching the Tongxuan realm, the improvement of cultivation level is very slow. For example, Yuan Ya Laodao and Mo Scorpion Boy, these two people spent two hundred years of hard training to go from the early stage of Tongxuan to the middle stage of Tongxuan.

Even Grand Master Wen only allowed himself to forcibly break through to the late Tongxuan stage after annexing the Qianyuan Holy Palace, absorbing all the resources of Taoist Hongyu, and adding some adventures overseas.

But the man in front of him seemed to be far beyond everyone's expectations.

From the time he received the news to when everyone rushed here, it only took half a stick of incense.

In just half a stick of incense, Grand Master Wen, Scorpion Boy, and all the disciples from Huang Jue Palace and Piaomiao Valley were all buried in the valley of Qidou Peak! By the time everyone arrived, everything had settled.

This is definitely not a back-and-forth battle, but a one-sided massacre!

And being able to do this means that the man in front of him is probably already superior to the ancestor Tongxuan!

Old Taoist Yuan Ya tried his best to keep himself calm and asked cautiously: "Please forgive me for the offence. May I ask what state your little friend is now?"

Liang Yan sighed softly and said: "Liang has been wandering overseas for more than two hundred years, and now he is trapped in the snowy mountains, walking on thin ice."

After hearing this, Yuan Yalaodao showed an expression of "Sure enough," on his face.

The so-called "trapped in the snowy mountains, like walking on thin ice" refers to the realm of transformation.

Because of the impermanence of heaven, there are three disasters and nine disasters. Although the monks in the Tribulation Realm are highly skilled, they are like walking on ice. No one knows when they will lose their footing and fall into the endless abyss under the ice. .

Therefore, monks in the Transformation Tribulation Realm often compare themselves to "the man in the snow".

Old Taoist Yuan Ya took a deep breath and said with some excitement: "I didn't expect that I would be able to see the power of the Transformation Tribulation Realm in my lifetime. I'm afraid there is only one little brother in the entire Sixty-Four Islands of the Sea of ​​Souls!"

"If Master wants to leave Nanchui, with your level of cultivation, you can completely cross the Sea of ​​Fallen Souls and go to the Antarctic Immortal Continent to find opportunities." Liang Yan said slowly.

"No."

The old Taoist Yuan Ya shook his head and said with a smile: "The foundation of the ancestor is here. The old Taoist is not as free as you. The Yungang Sect must have someone in charge. Moreover, the old Taoist also knows his own weight. With my little magical power, I can't do anything. Competing with the monks of Antarctic Immortal Continent, let alone the monks of the same realm, even the monks who are a little lower than me can easily defeat the old Tao. Going to Antarctic Immortal Continent will only bring humiliation to oneself, it is better to be here Feel free and at ease in Nanchui."

After hearing this, Liang Yan did not continue to persuade.

In fact, what Yuan Ya Laodao said is right, even if they are both Zhenjun Tongxuan, their strength is also different.

Seven mountains and twelve cities, the Tao is as hidden as the sea, and the heroes are like the stars!

Thinking back to those days, only two people, Fang Li and Buwen Jushi, were able to withstand the siege of the masters of the Nine Nether Alliance, let alone the ten geniuses who could fight against the ancestor of Huajie with the power of Tongxuan!

In this environment, one needs to have extremely strong strength to compete with the geniuses for those precious opportunities, and if they fail, they are likely to die!

If Old Taoist Yuan Ya went to Antarctic Fairy Continent, he might not be as comfortable as he was in Nanchui.

Liang Yan also knew that everyone has their own ambitions, so he nodded and said: "Master can see clearly. In fact, when Liang came back this time, in addition to finding Grand Master Wen and the Scorpion Boy to settle the grievances of the past, he also wanted to get back the old grudges. Yungang Sect, take a look at Master and all the masters and uncles."

"It's hard for you to have such a heart." Old Taoist Yuan Ya smiled slightly.

After clearing the Piaomiao Valley and Huangjue Palace, everyone was very happy.

After all, these two sects have long been secretly joining forces to suppress Yixing Pavilion and Yungang Sect at the same time, and Grand Master Wen even plotted against Tang Caihuan. If Liang Yan hadn't come, I'm afraid they would have also plotted against Yun Gang in a few years. Gangzong took action.

Now, the mountain pressing on everyone's heads has finally collapsed, and everyone feels relieved.

Lu Zizhen took a step forward at this time, cupped her hands and said: "We, Yixing Pavilion, came out in full force. We were originally afraid that the old thief would use the disciples from Piaomiao Valley to ambush Senior Liang. Since Senior Liang is fine, we will return to the sect. "

Liang Yan took a glance and found that all the monks above the foundation-building stage of Yixing Pavilion had arrived here, and he couldn't help but feel a little touched in his heart.

"Thank you Pavilion Master Lu. Now that the situation in Nanchui has been decided, no one is interested in Yixing Pavilion anymore. I hope that after Pavilion Master Lu returns, he can change the old and bad habits. Maybe hundreds of years later, Yixing Pavilion will have a new look? "

"Senior Liang, don't worry!" Lu Zizhen laughed and said, "When I take over Yixing Pavilion, I will definitely eliminate bad habits and give it a new look! I hope I will have the opportunity to meet senior again in the future, and then I will let you see the changes in Yixing Pavilion! "

"We'll see." Liang Yan smiled.

"Farewell!"

Lu Zizhen slightly cupped her hands, turned around and led everyone in Yixing Pavilion to board the mechanical wooden boat again and flew towards Yixing Pavilion.

Everyone watched the monks from Yixing Pavilion leave. It wasn't until the wooden boat completely disappeared from the horizon that Yu Xuanji turned around, smiled and said, "Disciple, when Li Xiaosong followed you to wander outside, I don't know if she came back with you. ?”

"Of course I'm back!"

Before Liang Yan could speak, a white light flashed out from the Taixu gourd, fell to the ground, and transformed into a girl with double braids.

"Master, please bow to me, my disciple!" Although Li Xiaosong is a bit naughty, he still respects Yu Xuanji.

"Good disciple, get up!"

Seeing Li Xiaosong, Yu Xuanji felt even better.

Compared with Liang Yan, Li Xiaosong can be said to have obtained his true inheritance. The training conditions for the "Sacred Fire Body Refining Technique" are very demanding. Except for Li Xiaosong, Yu Xuanji has never found a disciple suitable for training after so many years.

I thought that this inheritance would be cut off in my own hands, but I didn't expect that two hundred years later, I would see Li Xiaosong again.

Moreover, Li Xiaosong's current cultivation level is something that even he can't see through. Maybe he has entered that realm just like Liang Yan.

Thinking of this, Yu Xuanji was filled with emotion, and his eyes were actually a little wet.

"It's hard for you to remember to come back to visit me. If you come back late," Yu Xuanji said here, suddenly stopped, shook his head and said: "Forget it, don't talk about this, today is a happy day! Brat, you I’ve been away for many years, and now that I’m back, I want to have a nice drink with my master!”

After hearing this, Liang Yan smiled slightly and said, "Master has an order, how dare I disobey it?"

While speaking, he also looked at Yu Xuanji.

This old man, his master, now has gray hair on his temples.

Two hundred years ago, he was in the late stage of the Golden Core. Two hundred years later, he still failed to break through the bottleneck of the peak of the Golden Core.

Perhaps, in the eyes of the Yungang Sect disciples, Yu Xuanji has not changed at all and is still the omnipotent master of Guanyu Peak.

But in Liang Yan's eyes, he is just a twilight old man now.

"Master, let's return to the sect."

"Um."