Chapter 1116: Haoran

The giant silver-white crane soars in the sky, carrying a violent wind from above the nine heavens to the valley below where the birds and the flowers are scented, and all animals coexist in harmony.
The inside and outside of the valley formation are different worlds. The inside is as usual, and the outside is like a purgatory on earth. There are large corpses and blood flowing into rivers. The bright red of the human race and the dark green of the dead wood are mixed together, and the glazed ground is often seen.
Even the beasts enough to protect the imaginary monk and the Qiming Heaven formation are left with only a thin layer of eggshells, there are many broken places, and there is no need for the imaginary cultivator, even if the cultivator is besieged for a few days Can easily break open.
The cultivators of Yulinggu in the formation were panicked, and the fleeing disciples were vaguely visible within a radius of thousands of miles.
When I saw the giant silver crane coming from the sky, all my anxiety disappeared.
"Meet the ancestors!"
"Meet Senior Blood Sea!"
Under the leadership of a long-bearded middle-aged cultivator, dozens of cultivators and thousands of Yuanying cultivators saluted the two who came down from the back of the giant silver crane. This special rhythm is very ancient.
"Years are long, there are ten thousand famous poems, descending from the sky..."
In the surroundings, thousands of white cranes and apes clear their way, and a group of oriole birds sings grand and solemn greetings. With the wildness of ancient times, the cultivation of birds and beasts is not much weaker than that of humans.
There was a little kindness in Linghe's eyes, and he obviously had a deep attachment to this place. If it was not forced, he would rather die than abandon the sect and flee.
"Get up all, drag the blood sea Daoist friend Hongfu, now Yanai is safe for the time being, except for the inheritance disciple, everyone else is called back, and there is no peace outside."
"Yes, ancestor!"
A group of disciples showed joy, and Lu An was among them, luckily not dead.
Master Linghe nodded and led the way first: "Friends, please, when you first came to the spiritual world, I can give you a detailed introduction and give you a brief report of great grace."
"Friends of the Taoist Spirit Crane said seriously." Zhao Shi politely declined.
The deepest part of the undulating valley is extremely quiet, and even the occasional birds and beasts deliberately suppress their voices.
"Taoists are ascended cultivators from the lower realms. They have extraordinary qualifications. Generally speaking, there are two ways to go." Linghe explained the situation of the human race and the surrounding alien races to Zhao Shi one by one, and went straight to the subject: "One is to join the Haoran Academy, etc. The three sacred land-level sects have become their core disciples. Their methods are much stronger than those of Yulinggu. The people who win over Daoists must be on their way."
Zhao Shi thought about the calculation carefully, but did not answer immediately.
"The second is to become a pioneer monk, sit on the border and even directly seize the land of the alien race, and establish a sect.
This road will be much harder and dangerous. Resources and exercises are big problems. There are subsidies within the clan, but they are much worse than those of their own disciples. "
Perhaps there is a third way to give up the human race and become a wandering cultivator, but Linghe naturally did not say.
If the cultivating monk is not considering his future and feelings, he has the ability to survive independently in the outside world.
"Can you tell me the probability that the ascended monks who have joined the Three Holy Lands in the past can successfully advance to the tribulation period?" Zhao Shi raised his head and asked.
"Less than one in a thousand, most of them stopped at the peak of Void Refinement, and the relevant records can be found in our sect's classics.
"Is that so?"
Zhao Shi was silent.
This is unreasonable. Even though the ages are different, the cultivation environment was better in ancient times, but the monks who can ascend from the lower realms themselves have been extremely rigorously selected. Their qualifications, experience, and xinxing are all unmatched, much more than the local practice. .
Such a success rate is unacceptable.
Ascendants are all Void Refining cultivators, and the promotion success rate of one in a thousand is even several times lower than the average success rate of local Void Refining!
This seems to be a necessity, and has nothing to do with the mind of the Holy Land Zongmen.
Monk Crossing Tribulation, the last realm before becoming immortal, the strongest person of the family, subverted the entire holy land sect in a single thought.
No matter how broad-minded, could it be possible to put all of his family's wealth and life on a monk with unknown origins, loyalty and only excellent qualifications, and let him be the one who determines the fate of the sect?
During this period, countless suppressions, trials, and trials were indispensable, and death was not uncommon, and they were all justified reasons.
If that's all there is to it, I'm afraid that people will only treat you as a senior thug from the beginning to the end, and have never intended to promote you.
Those seniors who were lucky enough to be promoted wanted to have no luck, qualifications, and talents. Among them, luck should be the main one. The external situation forced the sacred sect to make the low and low, and worked hard for the sect for many years. Ascendants who have proven their loyalty are truly cultivated as inheritors of the sect.
Zhao Shi gradually extinguished his thoughts of joining the Sect of Holy Land.
The sect of the Holy Land is too strong. Once you join, you must be driven by its harshness, tested and polished by its prestigious name, and cannot show dissatisfaction. Under the temptation of the carrot above your head, you will sacrifice yourself for the sect of the Holy Land.
Passing the Tribulation inheritance is not limited to the Holy Land-level sects. There may also be 28 sects such as Yulinggu. In addition, there are seizures of alien races, relics and so on.
Although the probabilities are all too small to criticize, such as the possible inheritance of the Tribulation in Yulinggu, even if Zhao Shi abandons the bottom line and wants to forcibly snatch, even if he kills the Linghe, he will definitely not find a single hair, and he can only extinct himself from the human race.
These sects can be passed down for a long time, and these various methods are naturally not few.
Ruins, aliens, etc. are more difficult.
But no matter how difficult it is, it is to put fate in one's own hands, and it is better than the lowly and lowly in the Holy Land Sect. I hope that one day the cultivator of Tribulation will be favored.
Of course, all this is only Linghe's words, and it needs to be verified by multiple parties.
"No matter how the friends choose, they are all friends of Yulinggu forever." Master Linghe handed out a jade plaque engraved with a bird's drawing, and said seriously: "Anytime, as long as the Taoist friends show this thing, you can Let Yulinggu do something that does not violate race and sect justice."
Think about it, the inheritance of crossing the robbery violates your righteous sect.
"Friends of Taoism, I will accept it."
Zhao Shi's face is not visible, and he sighs faintly in his heart, but this is just human instinct, and there is no complaint.
At this moment, the two suddenly changed their expressions and looked towards the horizon.
A cloud of rushing night flies from afar, even if they are far apart, one can still feel the awe-inspiring meaning in it, as if the saint’s words of enlightenment are on the ear, and the feeling of standing for the heaven and the earth and petitioning for the people can not help rise in the heart.
Zhao and Shi felt uncomfortable instinctively.
This awe-inspiring meaning is majestic and grand, which does not conceal one's own ideas, ritual and music education, the law of law and order shrouded from the sky, and the intention to control everything, which almost runs counter to the Taoist philosophy of immortal cultivation and freedom.
And with a strong aggressiveness and expansion, it is not a pure personal idea.
"Haoran Academy has been late for thousands of years, and hopes Linghe Taoist Fellow to forgive him."
The awe-inspiring clouds in the sky of Yulinggu spread out, revealing a handsome young man with a magnificent head, wearing a high crown, wearing a black gown, and meticulously bowing his hands to the two below.
It is not a grand fist held by the people in the rivers and lakes, nor is it a bowing ceremony of the Taoist, but put both hands in the sleeves, lift them up, align the left and right fingers, bow, and touch the forehead to the hands.