In the end of the world, I become an immortal alone.

Chapter 501: Master

It turned out that the demonic monks from this world were causing trouble.

According to the discussion among fellow Taoists around me, it is probably:
Two days ago, giants of the demonic sect showed up together to intimidate Wangxian Valley. They dropped a bloody hand stele and issued a declaration of war, saying that this time, the competition among Wangxian Valley disciples should be turned into a competition between Taoism and the demonic sect, and there is no need to stop there. They will show up with disciples from each sect later.

The head of Wangxian Valley, Wang Jixuan's uncle-master, Taoist Taiye sent out invitations widely, and all the orthodox sects responded, with a large number of masters coming out of retreat to come here.

In the eyes of all the cultivators, in this world, the righteous path has always prevailed over the evil path.

Even if there is occasionally a genius of the magic path born, stirring up turmoil in a local area, it will be suppressed by the strong accumulation of the righteous path.

What kind of accumulation?

Naturally, they are the great masters of each school.

Except for the young reckless man six hundred years ago, most Mahayana masters will try to overcome the heavenly tribulation in the second half of their life and experience the beauty of the world.

There have been rumors recently that more than a dozen sects of the demonic path have gathered together to plot some conspiracy, and various old demons have appeared in the world, seemingly planning to cause a big one.

Unexpectedly, they chose the powerful Wangxian Valley to attack first.

The righteous sects were united in their hatred of the enemy and responded to the call. A large number of righteous monks flocked to the scene, and masters from more than a dozen righteous sects were all present.

but……

After Wang Jixuan heard about this, he felt a little uneasy.

There must be someone behind this evil path!

Did they jump out to cause trouble on their own?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!
This must be the work of the Dark Cult behind the scenes, which let the local demonic sects jump out first, gradually triggering a war between good and evil, and then they appeared and swept across the world.

According to Mudan's detection, the Dark Cult was still gathering its personnel, and Wang Jixuan did not expect that the other party would take action so early.

How can this be avoided?
Or in other words, how to counterattack the Dark Cult?
Wang Jixuan stood with his hands behind his back, thinking continuously, his brows slightly furrowed, his expression serious.

Amina on the side didn't care at all. She admired the scenery of mountains and sea of ​​clouds and felt the magnificence of thousands of monks gathering together.

Murong Zhengyi hurried back, stood on the treasure ship, bowed to Wang Jixuan, and quickly told Wang Jixuan what he had found out.

Murong Zhengyi whispered, "Senior, I never thought that the Demon Sect would come to attack us!"

"This is why I came here, to warn them that the Demon Sect is going to cause trouble."

Wang Jixuan shook his head:

"I never thought that I would be a little late... No matter, just come here to watch the ceremony normally, and I will use your Murong family's name to hide.

"Later, if those evil people come to cause trouble, and the righteous path cannot defeat them, I will help them."

Murong Zheng's eyes were filled with emotion.

He seemed to be in high spirits, holding his head high and nodding solemnly. He could lower his voice, but his expression could not hide his excitement: "The junior is willing to offer his bright light! I will ask father to send a master from the clan over here!"

After saying that, Murong Zhengyi took out the jade talisman for sending messages, quickly wrote a few lines of large characters on it, and threw the talisman into the sky.

The jade talisman turned into a beam of light and disappeared at a high speed.

"Senior, please come this way. We will go find the fairies who are hosting us at Wangxian Valley and ask them to arrange a seat for us in the front stands."

"Well, call me uncle next time, don't expose yourself."

"Yes."

……

Taoist Wang has a good impression of Murong Zhengyi.

The other party understands the rules, knows when to advance and retreat, and is also full of passion. The youthful spirit and sense of justice that a righteous monk should have are perfectly combined in him.

The so-called stands are actually the cliff tops on the north and south sides of the canyon.

There are hundreds of small platforms here, each of which can accommodate several or even dozens of people sitting together.

Those who can go up to the Yuntai must be well-known and righteous monks.

Later, a huge stand will rise from the valley, level with the cliffs on both sides, and the disciples' competition will be held on this stand.

According to the custom in the cultivation world, many independent cultivators will come forward on the day of the competition. If they have reached the Golden Core stage, they can also go to the back of the stands to watch the ceremony.

The disciple competitions of these large sects are mostly held once every ten or twenty years. They are a great opportunity to demonstrate the strength and style of the sect. If there are disciples with extraordinary talents participating in the competition, they can take this opportunity to become famous.

For example, Master Wang back then.

The corner of the first row of PTZ.

Wang Jixuan sat on the soft couch, Amina and Gao Huating sat opposite each other in the corner of the platform playing chess, and Murong Zhengyi and the two beautiful ladies he brought with him sat obediently beside them.

Men tend to sit cross-legged, while women tend to sit on their knees.

Wang Jixuan looked at the scene in front of him and felt quite emotional.

At the beginning, he was in a similar scene - there were not as many spectators in that disciple competition as there are today, but it was also witnessed by many masters. He fought all the way to the last arena with one sword. With the cultivation level of sixteen years old, he was unfortunately defeated by a senior sister in her thirties.

The main reason was that I used all kinds of Taoist magic on impulse and didn't know how to save my magic power.

He was also famous at that time.

Later, he had no chance to participate in the competition.

Because at the age of twenty-six, he was already a high-level deacon in the sect, and his cultivation was too high, exceeding the requirements of the disciple competition, so he had no choice but to become a referee.

Taoist Wang slowly closed his eyes.

My mind wanders in the vast universe, free and unfettered, the three realms of heaven and earth, follow me to go!

An extremely faint shadow flew out from between his eyebrows.

The shadow floated forward and easily entered the mountain wall on the side without attracting anyone's attention.

When Murong Zheng saw Wang Jixuan meditating with his eyes closed, he did not dare to disturb him. He started to discuss with some children from aristocratic families what to do next, how to support each other in case of emergency, etc.

It is said that Taoist Wang's spirit left his body and entered the mountain protection formation of Wangxian Valley with familiarity.

Wangxian Valley is different from other immortal sects. The higher the cultivation level, the higher the residence.
Most of the elders of Wangxian Valley have their own courtyards in the valley. Only the disciples, deacons, and outer servants live in the attics and caves on the four cliffs.

The whole valley is green and lush;

Six hundred years have passed, and nothing has changed.

Wang Jixuan's soul passed through four layers of formations and arrived at the inner gate of Wangxian Valley.

In each courtyard one can see young disciples making final preparations for the competition, and looking up one can see deacons flying around setting up the arena.

Wang Jixuan sensed dozens of powerful auras right in the middle of the valley.

There was a majestic hall with doors on all four sides, and nearly half of the great masters of the righteous path gathered here, sitting at seven or eight tables, discussing the Dao, feasting and chatting.

Wang Jixuan's soul stopped outside the hall and did not dare to enter easily.

He observed carefully.

The old Taoists and old ladies with youthful faces and white hair, who look like fairies, are either drinking and having fun, or drinking tea and chatting, looking very leisurely.

They were unaware of the secret sect, and they were unaware that the Heavenly Dao had already extended its tentacles into this world. The righteous path itself was much stronger than the evil path, so it was understandable that they were so lax.

Wang Jixuan saw the old man sitting in the main seat and his eyes flickered slightly.

My uncle is old.

After the death of my master, it has been my uncle who has been taking care of me. If my uncle had not taken up the pressure for me, the elders would not have easily allowed me to experience the heavenly tribulation.

My uncle-master is now also an expert in the late stage of the Tribulation Realm, and is not far from reaching the Mahayana stage. It’s just that his lifespan seems to be limited.

"If I cannot enter the Mahayana stage and try to overcome the heavenly tribulation, it will be a great regret for the head master."

However, in the cultivation of the Dao, a little bit of error is always a little bit of error, and even a panacea can't save the situation. The table where the head master sat was full of righteous giants.

There are old monks with eyebrows that go past their shoulders, there are fairies who are as cold as ice, and there are also old beggars who look a bit sloppy and careless;
Wangxian Valley's two Mahayana-level supreme elders and four Tribulation-crossing-level elders were all accompanying the guests at various places at this moment, one at each table, responsible for greetings, taking over conversations, and livening up the atmosphere.

The elders from Hope Fairy Valley kept bringing in fine wine and delicious food, which were rotated table by table.

"Look at them, they won't be able to finish the food in a few days or nights."

"This is a bad habit in the monastic community."

Wang Jixuan licked his lips.

It's not that he was greedy, but mainly because he took into consideration that Amina and Xiaohua Ting loved to eat. If he showed off his skills, perhaps he could let them come in and have a big meal.

However, considering the suddenness and convenience of subsequent actions, Wang Jixuan gave up the idea of ​​showing up on his own initiative.

How to remind them?

Wang Jixuan thought carefully for a moment, and finally decided to use the dumbest but most practical method.

"Master Taiye? Master Taiye?"

Taoist Master Taiye, who was drinking and chatting with his fellow Taoists, was stunned.

He glanced around and saw that the people sitting at the same table were all the top ten strongest members of the righteous path, and none of them noticed anything unusual at the moment.

"Master Taiye, please don't make a sound. I am a Tianluo monk, and I have come here to remind you.

“The evil cultivators’ mischief this time was not a sudden act, but was supported by the Dark Cult. The Dark Cult has dispatched dozens of Red Dust Loose Immortals, dozens of Mahayana masters, and hundreds of combined masters to this world, intending to carry out a massacre.

“Please prepare early, don’t wait until the Dark Sect’s butcher knife falls, it will be too late to regret.

“If we want to have a chance of survival, we must take them by surprise and use drastic measures against the demon cultivators to prevent them from joining forces and becoming too powerful to resist.

"I will go first."

After Wang Jixuan conveyed the message, this wisp of soul attached itself to the door frame, quietly observing Master Taiye's reaction.

Master Taiye frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and continued to toast with the righteous masters at the same table, but there was a little more doubt between his brows.

Sure enough, it is hard to be convinced by just this kind of rumor.

what is it now?
Call out Uncle Taiye?

There are so many experts here, so we are exposed. Maybe there are spies from the Dark Sect among them...

This wisp of soul quietly returns to the body.

Wang Jixuan opened his eyes from the cloud platform, frowned and looked at the valley below. Only layers of fairy light could be seen in the valley.

Out of selfish motives, Wang Jixuan was unwilling to see Xian Gu fall under the knife of the Dark Sect.

He reminded when he should;

Is there any way to make them more vigilant in the future?

Wang Jixuan thought quickly and soon found that he seemed to have reached a dead end and could not even think of the simplest solution.

Why not throw a projection ball, take a bird's-eye view of the northwest direction, and show it to them directly?

"This is probably because I am too concerned."

Taoist Wang raised his eyebrows slightly, and then switched his mind to the alien soul puppet.

His alien soul puppet was staying in the first base, and he went directly to Mudan to arrange matters here.

A moment later, two high-speed drones equipped with optical stealth were launched and reached the surface about three hours later.

In fact, if Wang Jixuan let the alien soul stay here and use the alien soul's cultivation to detect the messages of these Mahayana and tribulation masters, he might be able to rest assured.

It's not that we're unprepared.

In fact, the experts gathered here knew much more than he thought.

……

During the banquet.

Taiye carefully thought about the message he had just heard, and a subtle feeling arose in his heart.

One is that he felt the voice was very familiar;
The other one is...

How come another Tianluo monk appeared?
"Lao Tai, why are you so absent-minded?"

The old beggar, whose mouth was full of oil, said with a smile:

"Worried about what's next?"

The cold-hearted woman at the side reminded, "Pass the message."

So the seven or eight masters at the main table resumed communicating with each other and continued chatting and laughing on the surface.

Taiye groaned for a few seconds and said, "This matter happened at my mountain gate. I would be lying if I said I wasn't worried. As long as I thought about how many of these disciples might be killed or injured, I would feel uneasy."

"Amitabha," the old monk said with emotion, "When the big competition starts, we can arrange for the younger disciples to evacuate first."

"Having said that, we still must not arouse the other party's suspicion."

"Brother Tai, we will never forget the contributions that Wangxian Valley has made to the righteous path. Now that the world is in danger, those great demons from outer space are coming with great force. Even if we have the help of the envoys from the immortal world, we only have a 30% to 40% chance of winning. We must use a surprise attack."

"Alas, we only have this one chance. We will just be passive and take the beating later."

Taiye asked, "How are the masters from each family doing?"

"Don't worry, Brother Tai, everything has been arranged."

"Seventy percent is hidden, and thirty percent is exposed. This way, we can encourage those demon cultivators to send more experts here. As long as they arrive here, the formation will be immediately set up to cover them, and then we will go and kill them indiscriminately!"

"Don't be too impatient," Taiye warned, "First force the other party to show up. According to what those Tianluo masters said, there are a lot of great demons from outer space. If we can lure their vanguard into the formation, it may increase our chances of winning by 10% later."

Several people nodded, some stroked their beards and pondered, some picked up flowers and smiled, and continued to discuss.

After much thought, Taiye decided to share the message he had just received with the fellow Taoists present.

After hearing this, everyone's expressions changed slightly and they began to pass the message on to others.

"Isn't this right? How come there is a second group of masters who claim to be from the Tianluo Clan?"

"Is this person serious? A dozen Red Dust Immortals? Then why are we fighting? When those Tianluo masters came to us earlier, didn't they say that those outer demons called Dark Cultists were only three or five Red Dust Immortals and a few hundred Fusion Realm? How come the number has more than doubled out of thin air?!"

"Could it be that the Dark Cultists have sent reinforcements?"

"Is this second batch of Tianluo also a reinforcement?"

"Oh no, we must have been tricked by them. Why do the two groups of Tianluo seem to be unaware of each other's existence?"

The atmosphere at the table became a little more eerie.

However, this group of masters are worthy of the title of righteous giants. They have been struggling in this world for so many years, and some of them are in charge of a certain force, while others have made a great reputation. They are definitely not mediocre people.

"We can't let them lead us by the nose," Taiye said decisively, "We will move up the competition and force those Demon Sect masters to show up. Now that we are fully prepared, we can catch them off guard!"

Everyone thought about it and nodded one after another.

"Should we contact those Tianluo masters as well?"

"Just let them know. They said before that the passage to this world has been blocked by the Dark Cult, and they have limited manpower."

"It is better to ask for others than to ask for yourself."

"As cultivators, we protect the common people and our sect with our own strength. Let's start fighting!"

Taiye nodded decisively, immediately picked up the wine glass and stood up.

(End of this chapter)