The Strongest Qi Refiner

"Elder Wuchou, where did you hear the version you mentioned?" Mu asked lightly.

"Actually, this is the version believed by the vast majority of monks on Datianchenxing today." Wuchou shook his head lightly, sighed, and said, "As for the version of Batian Shengzun stepping into the air and ascending to immortality... only in the realm of the human race. More people believe it."

"Even if it's placed in the territory of the Honghe Clan where we are, and the southern boundary that we are in now... In fact, most people think that Batian Shengzun was condemned by heaven, and his body and spirit were killed."

"How could this be... what the Supreme Elder said..." Mu Qingran's beautiful face was full of doubts and shock.

"The reason why more people believe this version is because Batian Shengzun's disappearance back then was indeed too abrupt." Wuchou said, "If he really stepped into the air and ascended to the immortal, it is impossible for him to disappear without any movement. .”

"Besides, I also said before that after Batian Shengzun left, the twelve consecutive heads and core elders of the Yuhua Sect were killed by those hostile sects."

"If Batian Shengzun left from Ta Kongdengxian, then how could he not leave some means or powerful magic tools to protect the sect he created?"

As he said that, Wuchou took a deep breath and said, "Thus, the decline of the Yuhua Sect proves in reverse that Batian Shengzun was killed by the supreme master, rather than stepping into the sky to become an immortal..."

"If that's the case, why did the Supreme Elder tell me..." Mu Qingran still didn't understand.

"Batian Shengzun can be said to be the last glory of the human race." Wuchou said with a heavy tone, "After the most prosperous era, the human race has been going downhill until the appearance of Batian Shengzun."

"His series of earth-shattering deeds made the human race shine again. And the sudden disappearance of Batian Shengzun brought the human race back to its original shape."

"Until today, the human race has never possessed the qualifications of a saint like Batian Shengzun, and the evildoers of the era of suppression have appeared..."

Wuchou shook his head again, did not continue, looked at Mu Qingran, and said, "Whether or not Batian Shengzun has become a fairy, and whether he has been exterminated... No one knows the truth."

"As for which version to believe, it's everyone's choice."

"Elder Luntian chooses to believe that Batian Shengzun stepped into the sky to become an immortal, saint... how about you?"

Mu Ran thought about it lightly, and then firmly replied: "I also believe that Batian Shengzun has become a true immortal...how can such a monster like him be exterminated?"

Wuchou looked at Fang Yu.

Fang Yu didn't want to make a choice, but asked: "The twelve heads of the Yuhua Sect have been killed in succession...how is it now?"

"...After eliminating the twelve heads and core elders one after another, the Yuhua Sect is almost closed." Wuchou said, "All the previous elites are dead, and many disciples left to save their lives, and there is no way to recruit new ones. disciple..."

"But I heard that among the remaining disciples of the Yuhua Sect, there are those who are not afraid of death to take over the head of the sect..."

"Afterwards, it has continued to develop until today... Of course, Yuhuamen's hope of rising has long been cut off, and it is just lingering, dying slowly. Today's Yuhuamen, I am afraid that it is not even as good as a newly built small sect."

Fang Yu stopped talking and just looked ahead.

He already basically knew about the situation of Yuhuamen and Lin Batian.

As for other information, you have to wait until the Yuhuamen to inquire.

Wuchou could feel the obvious change in Fang Yu's mood, and stopped talking.

"Master Fang, what is the relationship with Yuhuamen?" Wuchou was puzzled.

...

Along the way, time passed.

In the evening, the three of Fang Yu finally arrived at the green sea in the easternmost part of the southern border.

The reason why this sea area is called the Green Sea is because the sea water presents a turquoise color.

This is not the reflection of light, but the actual color of the sea water, which is emerald green.

After entering the green sea, and flying forward for nearly fifteen minutes, you can see a lonely island in the sea.

The island is neither big nor small, covering an area of ​​thousands of acres.

The three of Fang Yu fell from the sky and landed directly in front of the island.

In front of him was a erected stone tablet with three big characters engraved on it.

Feather gate.

Looking inside from the gate, you can only see a desolation.

Dilapidated ancient temples, deserted training grounds, and roads overgrown with weeds... Even the word "Yuhuamen" on the stone tablet placed at the entrance is very vague.

There were no disciples guarding the gate, so the three of Fang Yu walked in directly.

Walking along the path, I still didn't see anyone, but only a desolate scene.

Just looking at the current scene, it is hard to imagine that this is the top sect that suppressed thousands of sects in the world.

Fang Yu walked slowly along the weed-covered road, walking in depth.

After passing through the narrow passage between the two hills, the scene in front of him changed slightly.

It's still bleak, but the building is even more secret.

The Treasure Pavilion, the retreat room, the meeting hall... There are all the buildings that should be there, but they look dilapidated and unpopular.

Looking from a distance, one can see that at the deepest point, there is an uprooted back mountain.

A large part of the dodge of the back mountain is sunken, and in the sunken position, there are two statues that have been a little blurred by time.

Fang Yu recognized the identities of these two statues at a glance.

It is the statue of him and batian himself.

At the bottom of Qiankun Mountain on Earth, the same statues were needed, except that the two Yuhuamen... are even bigger.

"Who are you?"

At this moment, a figure came from the side.

Fang Yu turned his head and saw a haggard male monk in a gray robe in front of a thatched cottage more than two hundred meters away in front of his left.

The male monk looked warily at Fang Yu and the three of them.

"Are you a disciple of Yuhua Sect?" Fang Yu asked immediately.

"Yes, who are you?" The male monk asked with a frown, his eyes becoming more vigilant.

"We have no malicious intentions." Wuchou said, "We are here... to inquire about some news."

"Inquire about news? Our Yuhua Sect doesn't have any news, please go back." The male monk refused with a straight face.

"Our appearance is indeed a bit abrupt. Let me introduce myself first." Fang Yu looked at the male monk and said, "My name is Fang Yu, and I come from the lower plane of Earth."

"Fang Yu..." The male monk's eyes moved slightly, as if he had heard the name before, but couldn't remember it.

Therefore, he still shook his head and said, "I don't know you, please leave quickly, there is nothing here."

"Ahem..."

At this moment, a coughing sound came from the thatched hut behind the male monk.

"Let him... come in." An old voice sounded.

"Master, they..." The male monk's expression changed, and he wanted to speak.

"Let him in." The voice spoke again.

The male monk stopped talking and looked at Fang Yu and the others.

"Come here." The male monk said.

The three of Fang Yu walked to the small cottage.

Before entering, you can smell all kinds of medicinal smells wafting from the thatched cottage.