Chapter 338 Set a small goal and become the first Mahayana! broken. This is to gather talents from all over the world, become the first holy place for cultivation in the world, and thus actually dominate the human world. To be honest, the method is not very clever, but that is also what makes it clever. On one side of the scale is a longer lifespan, higher skills, and better resources, and on the other side is giving away the sect's most talented Jindan cultivator. For a monk who has already stood at the top of the world, it is not difficult to make a decision. People are selfish after all. If possible, they would rather reach a higher peak themselves. Maybe there are some saints who are devoted to their sect, but they are definitely not them. But people are greedy. If one could have the best of both worlds by serving the sect on one hand and himself on the other, wouldn’t that be wonderful? So, someone asked cautiously,

"Senior, since there is a battle of geniuses, why do we have another battle of strong men to liven up the atmosphere?" Seeing Li Xunhuan's playful look, he smiled awkwardly and pretended to explain in a simple and honest way. "Actually, I can also join Guanjiangkou, or Huangfeng Valley." The others' eyes lit up, but they remained silent, allowing this fellow Taoist to charge into the trap. "A battle between Yuanying strongmen? Good suggestion." Li Xun Huan showed a strange smile on his face and followed his suggestion and said, “Since fellow Taoist insists, congratulations to everyone. The top ten Nascent Soul warriors can join Guanjiangkou and enjoy internal benefits. They can use contribution points to purchase the inheritance of the God of Transformation, etc. But there is a small request, you will be strictly controlled and must not violate it. " Strict control? Isn't this just a menial disciple? They want to join to enjoy the good life and get the benefits, not to be dogs. Li Xunhuan glanced at the little calculations in everyone's hearts, and a hint of amusement flashed across his eyes. As the saying goes, if you can't look down on me today, you won't be able to reach me in the future. When the World Fusion Talisman is activated to the extreme, the upper limit of the world's cultivation is the Mahayana stage! If it weren't for the Guanjiangkou and Huangfeng Valley systems, there would be no high-level inheritance, and he would probably just become a pitiful, three-nothing independent cultivator. He shook his head, brought the tea to his mouth and sipped it gently. Seeing this, everyone was very discerning and raised their arms in salute. "Senior, I'll take my leave." Immediately, he took seven steps back, turned around and left. After leaving the VIP building, they each found their sect's army of monks and started their journey home. . . . At the same time, in the VIP building, in a quiet room. The owner of the Bloody Tower of Yuanwu State, the old lady of Jiang State, and the handsome old man of Cheqi State, all three of them surrounded Linghu and asked him questions.

Suddenly, the owner of the Blood Killing Tower crossed his arms, looked impatient, and said, "This is not possible, and that is not possible either. Brother Linghu, can you give me a definite answer?" Although the old lady and the handsome old man didn't say anything, their eyes showed one thing: what should they do next? Migration? Or something else? Linghu's cloudy eyes sparkled with wisdom, his face showed helplessness, and he said bitterly, “My three fellow Taoists have embarrassed me. In the world of immortal cultivation, strength is respected. Senior brother has his own considerations. Now, I am not even the Grand Elder of the Yellow Maple Valley, and I am even less able to help you.” "really?" "It's true." "Why didn't you just say it earlier? You're wasting my time waiting for you." "That's it." "Hahaha." With no interests involved, the four of them immediately became very happy. After a while of joking, the host straightened his face, deliberately glanced at Linghu, and said to himself, "It's a pity for the Tianxing Sect, the Shenbing Sect, and the Miaofu Temple. The Yuanying cultivators of the three sects died and their sects are now leaderless." Linghu's expression was solemn, revealing the same sadness and sympathy. The handsome old man from Cheqiguo moved his eyes slightly and followed suit. "Although the four Yuanying cultivators of my Cheqi Nation are here, there is no one to succeed them." Linghu stroked his beard and shook his head, sighing. The old woman from Jiang followed suit and pretended to be sad, saying, "I have a descendant who is about 200 years old, with a good appearance, and is an early Jindan cultivator. I need a good match." Hearing this, Linghu seemed to have thought of something, his eyes lit up, and he took the initiative to interrupt and ask, "Have you ever had a Taoist companion? What are your qualifications? Do you have any family members?" The old woman was startled, with a slight smile on her lips, and explained in a tone of regret, "This descendant of mine is arrogant and looks down on everyone. As for his talent, he only has the spiritual root of water attribute." "Water spiritual root? Water is good." Linghu clapped his hands together, looking excited, and continued to ask, "Do you have any relatives at home?" "There is only one biological mother left, and she is the Fairy Miaoyin who guarded Jianmen Pass during the last invasion of the demon sect." "Miaoyin? Even better." Linghu's eyes rolled around and his smile became weird. Next to them, the owner of the Blood Killing Tower and the handsome old man from the Cheqi Kingdom smiled at each other and finally found a breakthrough. The host coughed to attract attention, and imitated the old woman, pretending to be pitiful. "Brother Linghu, I actually have a descendant too."

"Squeak!" The door of the quiet room suddenly opened, and a graceful and handsome man walked in. With a smile on his face, he secretly glanced at Linghu, who was disrespectful to his elders. If he waited any longer, he was afraid that something strange would happen, which was not what he wanted. On the surface, he was calm and composed, clasped his hands together, turned his folded fan upside down, and said politely, "I've kept you waiting for a long time." "No, Brother Dao came at the right time." "That's right, it's absolutely right. Brother Dao, it's never too late to plan for the future of Tiannan." If you can speak, speak more. Li Xunhuan smiled but said nothing. Is he drifting? Yes, it floated. Who wouldn’t be proud? I know I’m good, but when I became invincible, I realized that the joy I feel is beyond the imagination of outsiders! If he wanted, he could have wives on a surface area equivalent to a continent, which is a planet. What kind of concept is this? I can't even imagine this concept! After all, he was a scholar, and a thought of indulgence flashed through his mind, but he immediately regained his clarity of mind. The revolution has not yet succeeded, and we are still thirty miles away from a beautiful future of lying down, feasting and drinking. Transformation of spirit, refining of emptiness, fusion of bodies, Mahayana! So, let’s first set a small goal and become the greatest Mahayana practitioner in the human world. Then, go and taste the saltiness of the Ice Soul Fairy. If the thousand-year-old fairy doesn't work, there is still the precious flower ancestor, who is a new human being transformed from flowers. Wait, why am I back here again? The original intention remains unchanged and the determination of Tao is firm. The thoughts of cultivators flow so quickly, let alone the Queen, these thoughts only last for a moment. After a moment, he came to his senses and sat in the main seat under the guidance of the four people. At this time, the four of them all bowed slightly, raised their arms to salute, and said respectfully, "Hello, Brother Dao/Senior Brother." Li Xun Huan burst out laughing, these people really were just trying to climb up the ladder, calling him "Brother Daoist" made them much closer than the people outside. Forget it. After all, they are allies of Huangfeng Valley, so he has to remember this old friendship. Helplessly said, "Everyone please take a seat." A flash of relief flashed across the three men's eyes. After returning the greeting, they sat up straight, waiting for Li Xunhuan's arrangements. Li Xunhuan's gaze swept across the three people and finally fell on the master of the Blood Killing Pavilion of Yuanwu Kingdom.

A cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul should be given a chance. "Daoyou, do you have any idea? Migrate to the new continent? Or..." (End of this chapter)