The Earth Conquers All Worlds

"Earth Conquers Worlds ()"

The silver-white giant crane soars in the sky, carrying the strong wind from the nine heavens to a valley below where birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, and all animals coexist harmoniously.

The inside and outside of the valley formation are different worlds, inside as usual, outside like a purgatory on earth, large areas of corpses, blood flowing into rivers, the bright red of the human race, and the dark green of the dead wood race mixed together, showing glass-like ground is not uncommon.

Even the Heavenly Formation of All Beasts, which is enough to protect the cultivators of Lianxu, is only a thin layer like an eggshell, and there are many broken parts. There is no need for friars of Lianxu. It can be broken easily.

The monks of the Yuling Valley in the formation were terrified, and the fleeing disciples could be seen faintly within a radius of ten thousand miles.

When I saw the silver-white giant crane descending from the sky, all the anxiety disappeared.

"Meet the ancestor!"

"Meet Senior Blood Sea!"

Under the leadership of a long-bearded middle-aged late-stage cultivator, dozens of cultivators and thousands of Nascent Soul cultivators saluted the two who came down from the back of the silver-white giant crane. A special rhythm, very ancient.

"The years are long, the famous head is thousands of heads, and it descends from the sky..."

Around, thousands of white cranes and spirit apes cleared the way, orioles and spirit birds sang grandly and solemnly to welcome them, carrying the desolation 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, obviously he had a deep attachment to this place, if he was not forced to, he would rather die than abandon the sect and flee.

"Get up, fellow Daoist Hong Fu, dragging the blood sea, now the valley is considered safe for the time being, except for the inheritance disciples, let everyone be called back, it is not safe outside."

"Yes, Patriarch!"

A group of disciples showed joy, Lu An was among them, and luckily they survived.

Master Linghe nodded, and took the lead to lead the way: "Fellow Daoist, please, you are new to the spirit world, I can just give you a detailed introduction and thank you for your kindness."

"Fellow Daoist Linghe is too serious." Zhao Shi politely declined.

In the deepest part of the valley where the spirit mist fluctuates, it is extremely quiet, and even the birds and beasts that come and go occasionally deliberately restrain their voices.

"Fellow Taoist is a monk ascending from the lower realms, with extraordinary aptitude. Generally speaking, there are two paths to take." Linghe explained the situation of the internal and surrounding alien races to Zhao Shi one by one, and then went straight to the topic: "One is to join Haoran Academy, etc. The three holy land sects have become their core disciples, and their methods are much stronger than those of Yuling Valley, and those who win over fellow daoists must be on their way."

Zhao Shi thought carefully and calculated, but did not answer immediately.

"The second is to become a pioneering monk, sit on the border or even directly seize the land of other races, and establish a sect on your own.

This road will be much more difficult and dangerous. Resources and exercises are big problems. There are subsidies in the clan, but they are much worse than their own disciples. "

Maybe there is a third way, just give up the human race and become a wandering cultivator, but Linghe naturally didn't say anything.

If a cultivator who refines the virtual world does not consider his future or his feelings, he has the ability to survive independently in the outside world.

"Can you tell me the probability that the ascension monks who have joined the Three Sacred Lands in the past will successfully advance to the tribulation stage in the sect?" Zhao Shi raised his head and asked.

"Less than one-thousandth, the vast majority stop at the peak of refining the virtual, and the relevant records can be found in the hall of my sect's classics."

"Is that so?"

Zhao Shi was silent.

This is unreasonable. Even though the ages are different, and the cultivation environment in ancient times was better, the monks who can ascend from the lower realms themselves have undergone extremely strict selection. Their aptitude, experience, and temperament are all unique, and they are much better than the local refiners. .

Such a success rate is unacceptable.

Ascendants are all Void Refining cultivators, and their promotion success rate is one in a thousand, which is even several times lower than the average success rate of local Void Refining!

This seems to be a kind of necessity, and has nothing to do with the mind of the Holy Land sect.

Tribulation-crossing monk, the last realm before becoming a fairy, the strongest person of a clan, subverting the entire holy land sect in a single thought.

No matter how broad your mind is,

Could it be possible to put all the wealth and life of one's own sect on a monk with unclear origin, unknown loyalty, and only excellent aptitude, and let him become the person who decides the fate of the sect?

During the period, countless suppressions, trials, and tests were indispensable, and death was not uncommon, and they were all just reasons.

If it's just that, it's fine, I'm afraid that people will only regard you as a high-level thug from the beginning to the end, and never plan to let you advance.

The few seniors who were lucky enough to be promoted had no luck, aptitude, and talent. Among them, luck should be the main thing. The external situation forced the Holy Land sect to make the low-level ones smaller. They have worked hard for the sect for many years. Ascensionists who have proved their loyalty are truly cultivated as sect inheritors.

Zhao Shi gradually lost his desire to join the Holy Land sect.

The Holy Land Sect is too strong, once you join, you have to be driven by its strictness, which is called a test and polished, and you can't show the slightest dissatisfaction, and burn yourself for the Holy Land Sect under the temptation of carrots on your head.

The inheritance of crossing the catastrophe is not limited to the holy land-level sects, and the 28th-ranked sects such as Yulingu may also have it. In addition, there are also seizures of foreign races, relics, etc.

Although the probabilities are extremely small, such as the possible inheritance of Yuling Valley, even if Zhao Shi abandons the bottom line and wants to forcibly snatch it, even if he kills Linghe, he will never find a hair, and he can only exterminate himself from the human race.

These sects can be inherited for a long time, so there are naturally many methods in these aspects.

Relics, alien races, etc. are more difficult.

But no matter how difficult it is, it is better to put fate in one's own hands. It is better than being low-key in the Holy Land Sect and hoping that one day the monks who will cross the catastrophe will favor them.

Of course, all of this is just Linghe's one-sided story, and it needs to be verified by many parties.

"No matter how you choose, you will be friends of Yuling Valley forever." Master Linghe handed over a jade tablet engraved with a picture of a hundred birds, and said seriously: "At any time, as long as you show this thing, you can Let Yuling Valley do something that does not violate the righteousness of race and sect."

Come to think of it, passing the tribulation inheritance violates the righteousness of your sect.

"Fellow Daoist, I will accept it."

Zhao Shi didn't show it on the face, and sighed in his heart, but this is just a human instinct, and there is no resentment.

At this time, the two suddenly changed their expressions and looked towards the horizon.

A skyrocketing cloud flew from far away, even though it was far apart, one could still feel the awe-inspiring meaning in it, as if the words of the sage's enlightenment were in the ear, and the feeling of standing up for the world and petitioning for all people could not help but arise in my heart.

Zhao and Shi felt uncomfortable instinctively.

This awe-inspiring spirit is majestic and upright, and it does not conceal its own ideas. Rituals and music are enlightened, and the law net is shrouded from the sky, intending to control everything, which is almost contrary to the Taoist concept of cultivating immortality and freedom.

And with a strong aggressiveness and expansion, it is not a purely personal idea.

"Haoran Academy Wan Tian has been one step late, and I hope Fellow Daoist Linghe will forgive me."

The awe-inspiring clouds in the sky of Yuling Valley parted, revealing a handsome young man with a tall head, wearing a high crown and a black gown, bowing his hands meticulously to the two people below.

It is not the heroic boxing ceremony of the people in the Jianghu, nor is it the Jishou ceremony of the Taoist, but put the hands in the big sleeves, raise them, align the fingertips of the left and right, bow, and touch the forehead on the hands.