After this series of baptisms of thunder, the foundation of the Holy Land was almost destroyed by one-third, and so many monks of the Four Realms were killed together. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Witnessing the Emperor Tingfeng and the Wind Scenery coming out of the central entrance of the thunder intact, it was no wonder that it attracted so many eyes.

Emperor Tingfeng raised his eyebrows slightly, and after confirming the location of the Demon Spirit Sect, he walked over directly.

Seeing this, Feng Qianjing didn't say anything, turned around and walked towards the Immortal Sect, the two of them were completely like strangers, and there was no communication.

"Follow that kid for more than half a month, how about it?" Feng Qianjing had just gone back, and he was picked up by Emperor Bai Shaodi, and he opened his mouth to find out what had happened in the past half a month.

"Why didn't you follow him personally? Feng Qianjing raised his eyes and glared at Bai Shaodi, but didn't tell Bai Shaodi anything.

What's more, so much happened along the way, Feng Qianjing really didn't know how to tell others about Emperor Tingfeng.

Emperor Tingfeng not only has two powerful spirit beasts on his body, but also hides a divine sword that is so powerful, it is almost against the sky.

The thunder in the minefield will lose the control of the Venerable, and eighty percent of it is related to the Ink Evil Sword, but Feng Qianjing doesn't want to tell others about it.

"Did that kid just urge a broken sword?"

Seeing that Feng Qianjing didn't answer, Bai Shaodi roughly guessed something, after all, he had shown the same expression as Feng Qianjing before.

"How do you know!" Feng Qianjing was startled, and said in his heart, could it be that Emperor Bai Shaodi has cultivated to the realm where he can guess other people's minds.

"Hehe!" Bai Shaodi laughed lightly, his eyes staring at the emperor on the Demon Sect's side and listening to the wind silently.

That ink evil sword is not something that anyone can control, although it is not clear how Emperor Tingfeng controlled the ink evil sword, Bai Shaodi is still curious about Emperor Tingfeng itself.

A disciple without a spiritual root can actually cultivate immortals, not only that, but Emperor Tingfeng also broke the iron law that immortals and demons cannot be inhabited, and he is simply a freak.

Although he had a little interest in the Ink Evil Sword, Emperor Bai Shaodi was still willing to put all his attention on Emperor Tingfeng.

A funny clown who can't be killed at any point is much more powerful than any magic weapon against the sky.

The monks of the Four Realms basically came out of the gap in the five regions, and the monks who did not come out were all considered dead, and His Holiness appeared in front of everyone.

His Holiness looked like he was about eighty years old, with a large white beard and silver-white hair.

No one could have imagined that His Holiness was already an old monster who had lived for thousands of years.

"The old man is the Venerable One in your mouth, and the treasure hunt mission that you let you participate in this time is actually a selfish intention of the old man. ”

The old man squinted his eyes and glanced at the Four Realms monks in the audience, and said slowly: "The old man's time is running out, and I hope to find a beginner disciple in the human world who can inherit the old mantle. ”

"In the quest for you to join the treasure hunt, the old man has monitored your whereabouts, and there are already a few good candidates in mind. ”

"However, if you want to inherit the mantle of the old man, you can't just be a monk, it depends on your strength. ”

"The treasure hunt task is just one of the parts, the old man feels guilty for those monks who have perished, and the next task, the old man will personally lead you. ”

As soon as the old man's voice fell, the figure disappeared from the stage, and a younger old man walked up instead.

The old man smiled at the many monks in the audience and said, "Next, please hand in the treasures that His Holiness has asked to find, as long as the above confirms, which monk finds the treasures, the treasures will belong to whoever owns." ”

"The first treasure, the board finger, has someone found on it, please bring the treasure up. ”

The old man made his words clear on the stage, and the many monks below began to look through the treasures they had found to make sure that there were any treasures named Banzhi in them.

Emperor Tingfeng's eyebrows frowned slightly, and in the eyes of others, he walked to the stage step by step, and casually threw out a board and pointed it into the old man's hand.

The old man invaded his divine sense and swept it, and seeing that it was indeed the treasure set by the Venerable, the old man smiled at the emperor and returned the fingers in his hand to the emperor and the wind.

His Holiness prescribed a total of five treasures, and the monks of the Four Realms placed one by one in the places they were looking for, and together with the major cultivators of the Holy Land, they were divided into five teams.

In each of the five teams, one disciple will be found, plus the disciple who has found the treasure, and these people will be tested by His Holiness himself.

The disciple who won in the end was the introductory disciple that His Holiness was looking for, and His Holiness told the leaders of each team at the beginning.

He also warned the five leaders of the team not to tell the other disciples about the true purpose of the search for the treasure, nor did he tell them that they were looking for disciples.

Emperor Tingfeng took out a plate finger, which had already been identified as a disciple who would be tested by His Holiness himself.

"Congratulations to this little Daoist, you have passed the first level of the mission, and this treasure belongs to the little Daoist. ”

The old man returned the finger to Emperor Tingfeng, who grabbed the finger and walked back.

The old man then recited: "Next, please find a disciple who has found a banana fan magic weapon and carry the treasure up." ”

When Emperor Tingfeng heard that the second treasure he was looking for was a banana fan, his eyes blinked slightly, and he stepped onto the stage again under the attention of many monks.

Emperor Tingfeng put the banana fan he had snatched from the waterhole monster into the old man's hand, and the old man's face was slightly surprised, and he invaded his divine sense to investigate the inside of the banana fan.

In addition, a few monks came up with some magic weapons similar to banana fans, and after the old man carefully examined them one by one, he already had the answer in his heart.

While all the monks were anxious, the old man put the banana fan back into the hands of Emperor Tingfeng and confiscated the treasures that the other monks had inherited.

"Congratulations, little fellow Daoist, you have obtained another task quota, and this treasure is yours to own. ”

Emperor Tingfeng took back the banana fan with an expressionless face, neither showing excitement, nor smug a few laughs at the other monks.

The same disciple found two designated treasures, which would not have happened before, and even the Venerable was a little curious, and showed his figure to watch at the scene.

Seeing that the atmosphere at the scene became serious, the old man was full of arrogance, and the old man especially wanted to complete the task assigned by His Holiness as soon as possible.

"Next, His Holiness explained that the treasure that you are looking for is relatively rare, it is a flute with silver all over its body, please find the disciple of the silver flute and carry the treasure up. ”