However……

"A hundred years of mana..."

[Taoxing: One hundred and sixty-seven years]

[Mana: three months]

"Huh? Three months of mana?"

Yang Yu was slightly startled.

In the battle that night, although he was able to defeat Wu Tao's magical power of 'swallowing the sky', he was also devoured not much mana and a lot of energy and blood.

How could it be at this moment...

"call!"

"suck!"

With a sudden thought in his mind, Yang Yu took the initiative to absorb the spiritual energy. After half a day, he was keenly aware of the changes.

[Mana: four months]

"One day is worth a month?!"

Feeling the thin but steady flow of mana flowing through his body, Yang Yu felt a little dazed for a moment.

This is because I come from mountains and seas, and between the two realms, time flows thirty times faster.

Or is it because of the difference between the highest-grade heels and the inferior ones?

Or...

"call!"

As Yang Yu's mind was spinning, he suddenly felt something. He suppressed the restlessness in his heart, opened his eyes, and fell to the ground.

boom!

Almost immediately, there was only a muffled sound, the temple door was kicked open, and a young man with a stern expression stepped in.

"How dare you breathe out the spiritual energy without order? You..."

The young man came with anger and was about to reprimand, but when he saw those calm eyes, he felt a chill in his heart for some reason and couldn't help but lower his voice to a low point:

"Tao, fellow Taoist, have you bought the 'Qi Ling'?"

"The city is in turmoil, and people from the four families are nowhere to be found. Although the poor Taoist people want to be friends, they have nowhere to be friends with them."

Yang Yu casually took out a tael of gold essence.

After sweeping away all the families in the city, he now had more than a hundred taels of gold essence on his body. He would not feel bad if he took out one tael.

"Han Bing, an outer disciple of Xia Cangjiang Sect, has accepted the sect's transfer order and came to this city to station with his senior brother. I wonder what I call you, friend?"

Looking at the Taoist in front of him who was quite handsome but had very weak magical power, Han Bing felt a little surprised.

"Unknown loose cultivator, Yu Yang."

Yang Yu slightly arched his hands:

"But I don't know which fellow Taoist is here to welcome you?"

"It's my senior brother Fang. He is..."

Han Bing stopped talking, took the gold essence, and said:

"Senior Brother Fang will hold a banquet at the City Lord's Mansion tomorrow in honor of the ten capital lords in the city. I also invite fellow Taoists to be there..."

"Easy to say, easy to say."

Yang Prison naturally agreed.

The speed with which people arrived at Cangjiang Gate was not surprising to him, but the fact that Fang Qingtang, the true disciple, was actually called upon to be the lord of such a small town...

Could it be that his affair with his great-uncle was exposed?

Although he was a little surprised, Yang Yu did not panic. The Nanling Sword Immortal had already fled far away, and what he did had nothing to do with him, the little temple master.

but……

"Although I have concealed the Purple Gold Gourd and the Evil Suppressing Seal, a thoughtful person may not guess that Kuixing is going up, but I don't know if there will be any movement in the Great Sun Gold Palace..."

Yang Prison thought in his mind.

On the first day he obtained the authority to refine the Ten Thousand Immortals Illustration, he had consulted the Nine Heavens Killing Children in it.

However, he had too much authority, so not much was found. All that was known was that he seemed to have died thousands of years ago and never appeared again.

His move is somewhat risky, it can lure the snake out of the hole, but it is better than the enemy being in the dark and the enemy being in the dark...

"According to rumors, the old guy's life is not long. He cannot come to the world. Is he using some secret method to extend his life?"

After closing the temple door, Yang Yu was about to return and experience the changes in his merits, when his heart suddenly moved, and a white light lit up inside his sleeves and robes.

Li Ningyang's careful and urgent voice came out of the circular light mirror:

"Senior, please give me some advice..."

…

…

There were a few flickering lights in the quiet hut.

On the bed, Li Ningyang was sitting cross-legged, but instead of closing his eyes and regulating his breath, he stared at the tall portrait on the wall with his eyes wide open.

The portrait was very sloppy, and you could just barely see that it was a golden tripod.

It was easier than he thought to join Wanshi Tianzong, but it was not easy to stay...

If you are unable to visualize this cauldron within three months, you will be kicked out of the door regardless of whether you are heel or foot.

And now, it is the last day of three months...

"It's difficult..."

Li Ningyang almost turned pale with worry.

Visualization is like copying the golden tripod in this painting in your mind. It is the only way to get started. This may seem simple, but in fact it is surprisingly difficult.

After trying again, it still failed. Li Ningyang reluctantly took out a bronze mirror from his arms:

"senior……"
Chapter completed!