Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation

"Do you have a name?" Jiang Tian asked.

The little monkey was talking and gesticulating in a vernacular.

He probably said that he was the 4th generation grandson of the Dou Zhan Holy Ape. He only lived a hundred years and had never seen a living Dou Zhan Holy Ape. Not long after he was born, his parents died and they were not given a name.

The ancestor of the fighting saint ape is named Qi Aosheng, his grandfather is named Qi Luozi... and so on.

"Poor little baby, you have lost your mother since you were a child. How about I call you... Monkey King?"

Jiang Tian asked with a smile after beckoning the ape to jump onto his shoulder.

"Awesome!" The little monkey nodded repeatedly, seeming to like the name very much.

"No, you're not a great sage yet, you're just a little demon. Just call him Qi Tian!" Jiang Tian touched its skin and said seriously.

"Okay, okay! This name is powerful and domineering!"

The little monkey Qitian squatted on Jiang Tian's shoulder and rubbed his head against Jiang Tian's ear, feeling very happy.

Jiang Tian was very happy after successfully deceiving the descendants of the War Ape, and asked: "How is the situation over there, Brother Wei?"

"Well, I have used the satellite phone to tell us our GPS coordinates, and he will be here soon!" Huo Qingtian said.

Sure enough, it doesn't take a moment.

Wei Feilong flew over with a pair of gongs and asked, "Master Jiang, is this suitable for use?"

"Can!"

Jiang Tian took the gong, held up a cup of steaming broth and said, "I'll go there alone. You either don't show up, or even if you show up, you just pretend you don't know me!"

"Why?" The two of them were puzzled.

"The treasure is so touching!"

Jiang Tian sighed: "This Emperor's Flower is a spiritual creature of heaven and earth, a precious sacred herb. Whoever falls into the hands of it will cause countless troubles. Why should I add trouble to you! You two are too famous. Others will follow your lead." Clues will definitely find me!"

"That's the truth. Let's rob Master Jiang in the dark!" The two people understood immediately.

"I'm afraid those at the top of Mount Everest are already fiercely competing for the Emperor's Flower!"''

Jiang Tian walked out of the cave and looked up at the top of Mount Everest. He let out a long sigh and shot towards the top of Mount Everest.

…

The top of Mount Everest is so vast that you can't see the edge at a glance. The mountains and rocks are steep and continuous, and the goose-feather-like snow is falling one after another.

In a mountain col, there is a simple temple with stone walls and a thatched roof, with only three huts and a small courtyard.

However, this place is different from other places. It has a suitable temperature, like a bright spring day, with gurgling springs, swaying grass, and even hares and deer running around in it. It has a radius of four or five miles, like a fairyland.

At the door of the small temple, there were three men standing, an old monk in yellow robes, a middle-aged man in white clothes, and another with bare feet and loose hair.

"Hmph, the poor monk has been guarding the emperor's daughter for more than ten years. She is about to mature. Let me see who dares to snatch her."

The old monk in yellow robe is Master Qinglian, the most eminent monk in India.

He was wearing a cassock, holding a purple gold Zen staff in his right hand, but he was like a vajra with angry eyes, his aura was surging, like an abyss or an ocean, and he had a ferocious look on his face. He was obviously not easy to provoke.

"Master Qinglian, the emperor's flower will mature tonight, but the seal cannot be broken, and you can't get it either."

The man in white has dark skin and strong muscles, but he gives off a feeling of flexibility and flexibility. He chuckled:

"I heard that I'm afraid many strong men will come to snatch it. How about the three of us work together to break it and share it together?"

"Singh, you are already the number one master of ancient yoga in Tianzhu, equivalent to the half-step god realm in China. I never thought you would want to get your hands on this emperor's flower!" Master Qinglian's eyes flashed with a cold light, half-smiling but not smiling. typical.

"Not even close!"

Singh means "lion" in Tianzhu language. His eyes are dazzling and his curly hair is like a lion's mane, making him look majestic.

Singer, the first master of ancient yoga, smiled and said: "I heard that the Huaxia Diancang Sect, Xingzhou Chinese Association, and many strong people are coming to snatch it. If you cooperate with the two of us, you still have the possibility to share, but if you don't If you join forces with us, I’m afraid you won’t get a single hair!”

"That's the truth! Master Qinglian, you have been guarding me for ten years and it has been very hard. How can you give an advantage to outsiders?"

The man in gray spoke.

This man carries a shield and holds a long sword.

His clothes were also very strange. He wore an isosceles triangle made of cloth on his upper and lower body, just like briefs, exposing a large area of ​​skin that shone with oil. He was actually not afraid of the cold.

He is a master of India's traditional martial arts "Kalalipayat". The practitioners of this martial art are called Gurukars, and he is the number one master of India in this area, comparable to the martial arts masters of China.

As he spoke, there was a thunderous rumbling sound in the sky, and the natural phenomena just now disappeared. The colorful streams of light like aurora shrank for a while, and the emperor's flower in the spring swayed, and unexpectedly bloomed. The red light is like the Buddha coming into the world.

The eyes of the three of them were wide open, and their whole bodies were trembling with excitement. This imperial flower was finally about to mature!

Whoever can obtain it will be able to enter the realm of gods, be able to understand all laws, and have their own spiritual thoughts. They will become the strongest person in the world and will be immortal forever. Thousands of sects and sects in the world will surrender under their feet!

Above the Emperor's Flower, red clouds filled the air, with thousands of auspicious colors spreading out, like a ray of spiritual energy spreading out like a dawning mist, which lifted the spirits of the three of them, as if they were enlightened.

Those auras and rays of light actually formed the shape of a red phoenix, spreading its wings and ready to fly, vivid and vivid.

"Lord Buddha, God is wise, the emperor's daughter flower has finally matured!"

Master Qinglian clasped his hands together with a pious look on his face, chanted the name of the Buddha, and burst into tears with excitement.

"This is the most precious treasure in the world! It's all mine! It's all mine!"

Singer's eyes were excited and he was trembling all over. He wanted to rush over to pick it up and take it for himself.

"What are you waiting for? Let's work together to break the restriction and get it together!" The man in gray was excited and gearing up.

…

At this moment, figures wearing Taoist robes leaped over and stopped the three of them.

The leader, Wang Haitao, sneered: "Haha, Master Qinglian, this magical medicine is located at the northern foot of Mount Everest. It belongs to China, how can it fall into your hands? Let's go quickly, so that we don't have to go on a killing spree!"

"Who are you?" Master Qinglian asked coldly in jerky Chinese.

"I am the leader of Dian Cang Sect in Wuliang Mountain, Wang Haitao!" Wang Haitao smiled slightly, with an unkind look on his face.

At this time, a dozen top experts from the Diancang sect also arrived, holding sword hilts in their hands and looking at the three top experts from Tianzhu with wary faces.

"Oh, this Emperor's Flower is originally a spiritual creature of heaven and earth. If you want, just take it!" Master Qinglian clasped his hands together and smiled kindly.

"Yeah?"

Wang Haitao frowned and asked, "Isn't this weird?" But when he saw the emperor's daughter's flower, he was so jealous that he pointed directly at the handsome junior brother and said: "Peng Zhipei, go get the flower!"

"Yes, senior brother!" Peng Zhipei's face turned red with excitement, and his heart was beating wildly.

Picking the Emperor's Flower with your own hands and presenting it to Master must be your first achievement, but now it falls into your own hands.

As he spoke, he swayed and used the Dian Cang Sect's Wandering Dragon Movement Technique to rise into the air and fly towards the Emperor's Flower.

He was actually worried that people like Tianzhu had set up hidden weapons or something, so they kept their feet off the ground.

He flew across the sky like a swallow flying across the water. He was extremely fast, his posture was beautiful, and his movements were flexible. He spanned a distance of more than ten meters in an instant, and was so close to the emperor that she was more than three meters in front of the flower.

"Okay!" Everyone in Dian Cang cheered in unison, and even Wang Haitao nodded slightly in approval.

Peng Zhipei is only in his twenties, but he is also highly regarded by Dian Cang. He is an elite disciple and has already achieved great internal strength.

But at this moment.

A bolt of purple lightning sprang out of thin air, like a giant purple snake, and hit Peng Zhipei with a hiss.

Before Peng Zhipei even had time to scream, he turned into a ball of ashes and fell into the lawn and spring water.

"hiss--!"

Everyone in the Dian Cang Sect took a breath of air-conditioning, their faces turned pale, their hearts skipped a beat, and they were horrified.

The shock of witnessing a former classmate turn from a living, breathing person into a ball of ashes in an instant was unbearable.

"Senior, aren't you too cruel and vicious?"

Wang Haitao glared at Master Qinglian and shouted sternly: "Senior, since you want to surrender to others, why do you still need to arrange a machine formation? Using tricks to kill people, is this the way of a monk?"

"No, no, no, this is not the formation of the poor monk!"

Master Qinglian clasped his hands together, chanted the Buddha's name, and said with a faint smile: "Didn't your master say that the emperor's flower is a spiritual creature of heaven and earth, and it has natural restrictions? But, I also thought that he It’s so powerful!”

"Brother Wang, you are too reckless..."

At this moment, another figure leaped over.

This is an old man in a green robe with white beard and hair.

He is very old, maybe eighty years old, but he is very domineering and arrogant, and he looks down upon the world with arrogance.

Moreover, the light in his eyes was like lightning, and his tall body was as majestic as a lion or tiger.

"Senior Wu, you are here!"

Wang Haitao was stunned for a moment, then showed a hint of respect and saluted with clasped fists.

This old man is Wu Yingxiong, the overlord of the southwest.

This person is a veteran transformation master, as famous as Huo Qingtian and Ye Wudao. He has worked hard for decades and now dominates the entire Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau.

Moreover, he has good relations with many witchcraft and Gu sects in the southwest, and his background is surging, making him extremely difficult to deal with.

Diancang is a semi-hidden sect. It can be said that the leader of Diancang sect is naturally qualified to ignore Wu Yingxiong, a powerful martial artist who has entered the world. But Wang Haitao is only a small master in the transformation realm, how can he dare to neglect him?

"Well! Haitao, don't rush to snatch it. Firstly, there is a ban, and secondly, there are foreign enemies. Let's unite and find a solution together!"

Wu Yingxiong walked towards him at a snail's pace, completely ignoring Wang Haitao, and even looked down upon Master Qinglian.

Then he made a gesture of invitation to the two young men following him, and said: "Young Master Ying, Young Witch God, please take a look!"

"Shadow Poison Clan Young Master Ying Wusheng!"

"Young Master of the Ghost Witch Sect, Young Witch God!"

Everyone in Dian Cang was secretly frightened and looked at each other with a hint of fear.