Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant - Chapter 144

Chapter 132 The Dao Always Exists, Uppermost of Mountain Sea Sect_2

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Moreover, the spiritual power aura of the other party is far less than Fanming’s.

But it is strikingly similar.

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Just when this spirit beast resembling Fanming appeared, farther away within the Last Saint Sect’s territory, suddenly a more urgent crowing sound erupted! A surge of spiritual power aura that surpassed everyone else swept out from within the East Saint Sect!

“Not good!”

Several exclamations immediately rang out from within the East Saint Sect.

At the same time, several Golden Core experts emerged from the palace and combined their efforts to forcefully suppress the agitated and struggling Fanming in the mountains.

However, Fanming’s struggle far exceeded the imagination of these Golden Core experts.

“Sect Hierarch!”

Someone couldn’t help but shout out loud.

Above Yushui City, Ning Daohuan looked around with a gloomy gaze, but suddenly a smile appeared on his face:

“Did you all calculate that this Hierarch would surely come to rescue?” “Ridiculous!”

“Ji Lan, today I’ve finally lured you out, I won’t let you escape again!”

In a flash, Ning Daohuan’s Nascent Soul aura, without any cover, burst out explosively!

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One hand reaching for the violet spirit beast beside him, and the other hand reaching for Ji Lan, the Sect Master of the East Saint Sect across from him. ’

The demonic might was overwhelming, causing the sun and the moon to change color!

Ji Lan, who had been at ease all the while, suddenly showed a slight change in his complexion!

He hurriedly retreated.

At the same time, he returned the purple Spirit Chicken first.

However, how could Ning Daohuan’s attack be so easily avoided, his giant hand, like a sky-covering cloud, enveloped everything around!

Just at this moment.

A burly figure suddenly appeared in front of Ji Lan, his robes bursting open, and he crossed his arms to block!

Clearly a cultivator, but more like a worldly valiant!

Ning Daohuan’s pupils abruptly contracted!

“Supreme Elder of Mountain Sea Sect, Pang Xiao!”

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The demonic palm hit the burly figure’s arm with a loud bang, after a brief delay, it sent the figure flying away.

The figure’s clothes were ripped open, revealing a body as if made from fine iron, and then as if nothing had happened, he stepped into the void again.

“Sect Hierarch Ning, it has been five or six years since we last met, I missed you.”

The towering cultivator cupped his hands with a hearty laugh.

Looking at the Supreme Elder of Mountain Sea Sect in front of him, Ning Daohuan’s face was extremely ugly:

“For the likes of you and me, five or six years is just a common occurrence, where is there any longing to meet… But you’re intervening arbitrarily, could it be that you also want to collude with this East Saint Sect?”

“I dare not, Sect Hierarch Ning’s cultivation base is amazing, unrivaled in Chen State. My lowly Mountain Sea Sect dare not compete with you.”

Pang Xiao still had a smile on his face.

“However, while I dare not…The others may not necessarily feel the same…” Upon hearing this, Ning Daohuan’s heart trembled, and he immediately swept his spiritual sence around.

At the edge of his consciousness where he could perceive, he faintly sensed the fluctuating auras of several Golden Core cultivators!

He counted them briefly, there were more than twenty.

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The intention of intimidation was obvious.

Ning Daohuan’s face remained unchanged, but his heart sank immediately. Right now, the Golden Core members of the East Saint Sect were all restrained by the rebellion of Fanming, and the other Golden Core members were all guarding their respective Sect territories in case of any loss.

If they were to be transferred, one, time was pressing, and two, the Tianmen Cult was not actually prepared for a full-scale war with the cultivation world of Chen state.

What’s more, Ning Daohuan didn’t expect that the East Saint Sect would have such boldness.

Not only did they brazenly attack at the right moment but they even involved several other major Sects in Chen state.

Especially the latter.

Although he was confident in the power of the Tianmen Cult, defeating this group was not impossible, but it completely disrupted his plans and arrangements.

If the Golden Cores from his Sect suffered too much loss, it might even lead to his plans completely failing.

The considerations in his heart cannot be explained to outsiders.

But in the blink of an eye, he had already made his decision.

“You can go.”

He stared deeply at Ji Lan and the other Golden Core Elders of the East Saint Sect.

Despite thousands of voices in his heart telling him to hold onto them, he still held back.

Next time, I won’t let you escape so easily…”

His gaze shifted slightly, resting briefly on Pang Xiao’s body that was like fine iron, and then swept across it.

His face was as cold as water, and his voice echoed around for thousands of miles.

“All disciples and heresy cultivators of the Tianmen Cult, return to the Sect!”

A looming grand battle was dispelled in a blink of an eye.

Zhao Feng and ‘Ye Lingyu’ simultaneously retracted their gazes.

After a brief silence, the battle between the two didn’t happen after all.

However, as ‘Ye Lingyu’ glanced over at Wang Ba, her eyes were a bit cold.

Before Wang Ba could react, Zhao Feng suddenly appeared, blocking him and waved his hand.

Bang!

TWo beams of sword-light collided, then dispersed.

“Master, please give me some face.”

Zhao Feng looked at ‘Ye Lingyu’, sincerely speaking.

‘Ye Lingyu’ immediately looked a bit gloomy:

“Zhao Feng, you are the disciple I admire. I won’t kill you. But this boy knows

my secret. He must die. You cannot stop me!”

Zhao Feng remained silent, his fingers forming a sword sign, flashes of sword

Qi circulating around him.

The implication was already clear as day.

“You!”

A flash of rage appeared on ‘Ye Lingyu’s’ face!

Just as Wang Ba thought that the other party would attack again, ‘Ye Lingyu’ suddenly stared deeply at Zhao Feng:

“Just make sure he keeps his mouth shut, otherwise…”

After saying that, she turned around and left.

Watching her receding figure, Wang Ba couldn’t quite believe it.

Is it just over like that?

Zhao Feng also looked doubtful.

But seeing ‘Ye Lingyu’ flying away, Zhao Feng finally let out a sigh of relief.

He then looked at Wang Ba and said seriously:

“Junior Brother, have you ever heard of ‘The ancient cultivators, there must be the Mutiny of Dragon-Snake’?”