You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 891: Working Puppet, Working Soul! Working like a cow or a horse is not human

"I was deceived by the apprentice of the cold-faced guy. He looks harmless, but he is very evil. I should have asked for more!" The Sword Master looked at the exit in front of him and smiled with relief. Once he got out of this place, the mission would be over and there would be hope.

The others all nodded in agreement.

As if sensing a change in the environment, countless disciples excitedly rushed out of the room and came to the bow. They watched the light solidify into gold and bathed in extremely concentrated spiritual energy, exclaiming in amazement. They finally understood why the Central Region was so blessed with so many talented people and masters.

Not to mention them, even this terrifying spiritual pig can practice and fly.

The old man stared at the scene in amazement, feeling a mix of emotions: "At the beginning of the changes in the world, the Yuling Sect, as a second-grade sect, began to show its prowess and became famous throughout the world. Could it be that this is just what happened? Interesting, interesting. It's already so exciting now. I wonder what kind of grand scene it will be in the future. It's a pity..." A look of desolation crept onto his face, but was quickly suppressed.

The flying boat leaped out of the space channel and stood horizontally in the sky thousands of feet high. It was already dusk, the blue sky gradually rose, the twilight spread over the peaks, the sea of ​​clouds rolled, and the spiritual mist condensed.

Just one look at this terrain reveals that it is full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. The mountains are undulating and stretch to the end of the sky, with no end in sight. The mountain ranges are crisscrossed, like a giant dragon, about to take off. At the dragon's head, an ancient atmosphere soars into the sky. The ancient giant city is located in the mountains, nearly a hundred miles away, lurking here with a heavy and sedimented atmosphere.

Xianwu City!

Just as I was about to leave, I heard the sound of a bell from the city. The sea of ​​clouds rolled away, and the vast sound of the bell, like an immortal preaching, suddenly gave me enlightenment. The bell's sound echoed in my mind for a long time.

On the deck, everyone in the Yuling Sect subconsciously sat down cross-legged and fell into enlightenment.

Shangguan Qiuying looked down in surprise. "The Wuxiang Bell is ringing at this very moment. Isn't it such a coincidence? Has a demon just happened to descend here?"

Except for the seven venerables who were clear and bright, the rest of the people on the boat were all forcibly pulled into enlightenment.

"Coincidence? I don't think so. The Wuxiang Bell only recognizes top geniuses who are no more than 100 years old. It was specially cast for geniuses and evildoers. It rang as soon as it came out. It seems that the Yuling Sect has such a peerless genius?" Jian Zun scanned the hull with his mind again, but still found nothing.

“No matter if it is true or not, when the Wuxiang Bell rings, all cultivators within a thousand miles can gain enlightenment, so it’s also a blessing.” The middle-aged man in red fur coat smiled slightly.

"Ice Lord, I remember that your disciple seemed to have triggered the ringing of the formless bell once. You are really blessed." The old man Nangong complimented.

"Even if it's a peerless evildoer, the Wuxiang Bell will only ring once for him. It must be someone else!" Bing Zun was helpless, but then he thought of something and his expression suddenly changed: "Not good!"

Sure enough, the next moment the flying boat suddenly stopped, and was slowly lifted down by a gentle force and landed on the ground. Meteors in the sky were wrapped in spiritual clouds and attacked the flying boat. Soon, steps at the end of the clouds hung down from the sky and connected to the bow. The meteors circled around the ship, as if they had found the right direction and rushed towards the space at the bow. Soon, a ray of light directly captured a glowing little girl from the space and was about to walk up the steps.

Until an ice wall blocked the meteor. Bing Zun slowly stepped forward and chopped the meteor into pieces with tyrannical means. He said in a deep voice in the direction of Xianwu City: "This is my disciple. There is no need for Zhong Ling to give her any advice. She has her own way to go!" Although his words were polite, his tough attitude was fully revealed.

Moonlight fell, dispersing a hint of frost and spiritual mist. A cloud platform appeared at the end of the steps. On the cloud platform, a translucent figure that was crystal clear, impervious to all dirt and emitting a faint divine light walked slowly down. This was the spirit of the Wuxiang Bell mentioned by Bingzun.

"Your Excellency Bingzun, I mean no harm. You also know that the way bestowed by the Wuxiang Zhong is an opportunity that many people in the myriad worlds would beg for but cannot obtain. I will choose the path that best suits her. Once she absorbs it, she will be able to become a powerful person in the future, and may even be able to find a chance for transcendence. In today's chaotic world, this path is also the most suitable for her." Zhong Ling spoke, not ready to give up at all.

"Hehehe, Xianwu Zun has passed away long ago, leaving you as his life-saving magic weapon to collect mature fruits of the Tao and gather all the Tao in an attempt to become a true immortal. He really won't give up!" Bing Zun sneered and looked at Wuxiang Zhong jokingly.

The villain's expression changed slightly, but he calmed down again: "I don't understand what Your Excellency Bingzun said! All I ask for in return is a replica of the Dao Fruit..."

"Don't understand? Haha, since I first came to Xianwu City, I have discovered that the Dao rhyme you bestowed on me is not suitable for me, but a path I have already walked. The outside world says that your bell contains the Dao rhyme of three thousand great ways, but my disciple is close to the Dao, and I can clearly feel that the Dao bestowed by you has an aura similar to the origin of the Wuxiang Bell.

"Xianwu Zun was quite ambitious, wanting to cultivate the Three Thousand Dao Seeds to perfection and ascend to the Immortal Path, but unfortunately he lacked the strength to do so, and even after exhausting his lifespan, he still failed. The Dao bestowed upon him is probably the Dao Seed he had stripped away!" Bing Zun hadn't finished speaking when the expressions of the six venerables beside him changed.

“I’ve been saying that for hundreds of thousands of years, the geniuses chosen by the Wuxiang Bell have been glorious for a very short period of time and eventually disappeared. It turned out that they were stripped of their Dao seeds and became useless people. Those Dao seeds were not theirs from the beginning to the end.” The old master was very experienced and quite familiar with this matter.

If Chang Qing were awake, he would definitely say to himself: "Working puppet, working soul! Working like a slave is not human."

"But Xian Wu Zun has already died, so what's the point... Wait! In other words—" Old Man Nangong's eyebrows fluttered, and he looked at Zhong Ling in front of him in horror, and exclaimed: "Who are you!"

Zhong Ling had already explained the problem without saying anything, and in the next moment she changed the subject: "Those with extraordinary talents are the best fertile soil. I have given them the status, reputation, fame, and wealth they desire. As a superior person, what else can I not be satisfied with!"

"Xianwu Zun? He actually turned into a spirit of an artifact? The obsession with immortality is something that no one can escape." Old Man Nangong opened his mouth wide, still unable to suppress the shock in his heart.

"You treat people as puppets, and you claim to be a wise and martial master! How shameless!" The Sword Master snorted coldly, breaking out in a cold sweat. Fortunately, he didn't like to waste time when he was young, otherwise he would have suffered such a cruel fate.

"Haha, Sword Master, you're joking. Throughout history, there have been thousands of Dao Granters. When they reached great power, they would have known everything I had done. I wouldn't have stopped them from stripping their Dao seeds. But have you ever heard of such news? No! Except for your disciple, this freak, who refused from the beginning. Do you think you're the only ones who know?

How could those who have received the Dao Seed not know this? There are too many geniuses, and it is as difficult as ascending to heaven to achieve further advancement. Without the Dao Seed, it is difficult to join the ranks of the top, so they can only make the best of it.

Zhong Ling did not feel the slightest bit of guilt. He did not go against his nature in this action; he was just making good use of human nature.

Zhong Ling's eyes turned and said, "It's Bing Zun. Not only did he accept a good disciple, but even his grandson is so talented. It's really eye-catching. That's all. I didn't expect it to be related to Bing Zun beforehand. Fortunately, I still have enough energy for enlightenment, so I can wait for the next person with a predestined relationship."