Haoran Sect set up a formation.

In the formation are the two realms mountains, there are nine netherworld gaps in the two realms mountains, and countless creatures in the nine realms gaps.

This formation will be used to refine the gaps of the Nine Netherworlds, refine a world, and countless living creatures and dead objects inside.

Qi Mingsheng's eyes were slightly cold and he said, "One is missing..."

An elder replied: "That one was beaten back to Jiuyou by Yu, but failed to merge."

Another elder frowned and said, "If one is missing, the formation will not be perfect. Compared with the immortal treasure obtained by the Taiqing Fu Sect last time, it is probably more than half inferior."

Qi Mingsheng remained silent.

Compared to that strange treasure, the weight of the ten nine-turn demon immortals seems far from enough. However, if one is missing, the formation is not perfect.

That is no longer a question of missing a monster, but a question of whether the formation can be perfect.

If the Nine-Turn Demon Immortal merged into the disciples of the Immortal Sect and exceeded the Nine-Turn Demon Immortal level, the formation could be supplemented. However, the formation was defeated by Yan Di's feathering, and a monster that exceeded the Nine-Turn Demon Immortal level was not perfect enough.

The elder hesitated a little and then said, "Although the formation is not perfect now, if it is refined, this immortal treasure should not be underestimated. Only the immortal saint can resist it, and the Taoist ancestor will be unable to shake it."

Everyone was slightly silent.

Qi Mingsheng suddenly smiled. His blue shirt fluttered, his eyebrows were slightly raised, and his elegant and elegant face had a little smile, and he said, "It took countless efforts to arrange it for a long time and bear great favors. How could he fail?"

He put the book in his hand in front of him, looked carefully, revealing a little sigh.

The disciples of Yandi have a saying that they are born with immortal swords, one prospers and one suffers one suffers from one loss.

Haoran Sect is the Confucian, Taoism and Immortal Sect, and it cultivates the ancient scriptures of sages.

The book in front of me was written by Qi Mingsheng himself. After years of warming up, it is closely related to himself. It is almost a prosperous and a loss.

Several elders were shocked.

The elder persuaded: "The master of the sect is another true immortal Taoist ancestor among the nine immortal sects. In the future, the master of the sects of the sects of the sects of the sects of the Moral Immortals will be expected to become sages. If you damage this book yourself, you will not know how many years it will take to recover... Maybe..."

Qi Mingsheng said lightly: "Maybe I have lost this book, and the trauma cannot be completed, so I have cut off the path of sages?"

The elder nodded slightly.

The other elders wanted to speak but stopped, but just sighed.

Qi Mingsheng raised his eyebrows slightly and threw the book. Youyou said, "A book... is just a book..."

He threw it away, and the book turned into a stream of light, penetrated into the two realms, fell into the gap of the Nine Netherworlds, and crashed into the mountain where monsters that would have appeared beyond the Nine Transformation Level.

"Is my future blocked by a book?"

"Read ten thousand books and travel thousands of miles. I read more than ten thousand books? The road I have gone more than ten thousand miles?"

Qi Mingsheng's face was pale, but the breath between his eyebrows became more and more bitter. "Sage? I have cultivated immortals and practiced Taoism. Reading ancient and modern classics, what I want is the fruit of the celestial immortals and the most holy karma..."

...

When Jing Ke walked in the mountains, he was covered in flames. The thunder in his hand was flashing and fused with the flames to form thunder and fire.

Thunder is the righteous energy of the universe, and fire is the fire of the Haoran burning books.

Mingwen walked side by side with him, and his body was also burning with flames.

The flames come not from outside the body, but from every place.

The meridians, bones, flesh, and blood are all burning.

But the two were not afraid.

Because this is the great fire of our sect.

"It seems that this sect has a big plan."

Jing Ke was in the flames. At first glance, the world was in the flames. He pondered: "It is probably the sect that we set up a formation to store all the worlds and universes in this world and refine them."

Mingwen said: "Everyone, no matter what is living, dead, all fire is burned. It seems that our sect will refine everything in this world."

Jing Ke nodded slightly and said, "That should be true."

The plain text is a little hesitant.

Jing Ke smiled and said, "If you really want you and I to bury here, burned by flames, and refine them together, aren't you afraid?"

Mingwen chuckled, not caring much, and said, "Since this sect has such a plan, we must have some plans. As for you and me, I think our sect will deal with it properly. If we cannot deal with it properly, we will treat you and me as abandoned children, it must be because the things we have obtained are far greater than the weight of our disciples. You and I come from Haoran Sect and are familiar with holy books. People of us will die for the sect to protect the Tao and are more important than mountains. What should we cherish?"

Jing Ke smiled and said, "That's right."

But he held his hands on his back and seemed to have some confidence.

The plain text showed doubt.

Jing Ke patted the flames on his body, and could not be wiped out. Even his magic power seemed to be burning in the flames. He shook his head and said, "You and my brothers died for protecting the sect, which is more important than mountains. But in this world, not only our disciples, but also other disciples of the Immortal Sect, but they have been sharpened to the point of not dying and not leaving this place. They have been sharpened. If they are refined together as abandoned children, the cost is immeasurable. Therefore, this sect should have properly handled..."

Mingwen hesitated: "But... the flames burn, and you and my brothers can only hold on for two more sticks of incense, and then they will turn into ashes."

Jing Ke smiled and said, "Yes, my cultivation is better than my senior brother, and I can only hold on to two sticks of incense."

Mingwen was stunned for a moment, as if he had realized something.

Jing Ke said: "The flames vary from person to person. If you look at those monsters, most of them have begun to turn into ashes."

Mingwen frowned, as if he was thinking about something.

At this moment, a stream of light flashed across the sky.

It was a white light that was passing through the flames and threw itself into a certain place in the world.

Jing Ke took a deep breath and said, "The fragrance of the book is the white jade book of the head teacher."

Mingwen was shocked and said, "This is the treasure of the head master. It has been warmed up for many years and its breath is almost integrated. If this book is damaged, the head master will also suffer."

Jing Ke said: "This white jade book is the most treasure of the Taoist ancestor. The changes inside are far better than those of the Nine-Turn Earth Immortals. It is a rare treasure. But since the master of the sect abandoned this book, I am afraid... the plan of this sect is heavier than you and I expected."

Mingwen suddenly asked: "In this way, the master sect's true sect can even abandon his own treasures, and the plans must be immeasurable. So it is possible to pay a huge price to refine the disciples of each sect together?"

"impossible."

Jing Ke said in a deep voice: "Because we are Haoran Sect."

Mingwen thought about it for a while, then nodded.

Jing Ke found a burned rock, wiped off a layer of ashes, and sat on the burning rock.

"wait!"
Chapter completed!