Chapter 429: The secret of the Li surname! Finally met

Copper Mount Luoshan, the place where Xuanwu Rejects Corpses.

The bright moonlight spilled into the mountains, as if it had turned into the road under the woman's feet.

"Yu Xuanji!?"

Zhang Wuming's eyes narrowed into a line, looking at this descendant of Sanqing Mountain, as if facing a great enemy.

He learned from Zhang Fan that the current Yu Xuanji was no longer what she used to be, and was completely different.

"You are also from the Zhang family."

As soon as this was said, Shen Mingchan's focused gaze fell on Zhang Wuming.

The Zhang family has extraordinary significance in the Daoist sects, especially in the Xijiang region.

That is an immortal family passed down for a thousand years. Once upon a time, they were the gatekeepers of this Xuan Gate and the eternal kings of this land.

"People from the Zhang family..." Complex luster surged in Shen Mingchan's eyes.

As the eldest disciple of the Lingbao Sect, the Long Hu Mountain Zhang family had special significance for him.

In ancient times, the three major talisman sects all belonged to Long Hu. That was a true struggle for orthodoxy, and it was cruelly beyond imagination.

Taking this as an opportunity, the decline of the Lingbao Sect became a reality, so much so that it has not recovered its vitality to this day. The sect members are withered, the incense is thin, where is the scene of its heyday!?

"Don't look at me like that," Zhang Wuming felt Shen Mingchan's gaze and spread his hands.

"It doesn't matter, even Long Hu Mountain was buried in that great calamity, while my Gezao Mountain is becoming more and more prosperous..."

"The sun has its rise and fall, the moon has its round and crescent; the principles of this world have always been like this," Shen Mingchan said slowly.

He was like a knife, instantly cutting off his emotions, restraining his sharpness, and no longer leaving a trace of thought on Zhang Wuming. Water passes without a trace, flowers fall by themselves.

This realm was much stronger than Ming Shenxiu, who was known as the awakening of supernatural powers that day.

Even Zhang Wuming could not help but look at the other party more.

"Zhang Wuming... I have seen you in the Ten Thousand Mountains. At that time, you were by Zhang Fan's side."

Yu Xuanji's voice pulled Zhang Wuming's thoughts back.

She looked at Zhang Wuming with interest. Suddenly, the latter's expression changed suddenly, and he subconsciously took a step back. His primordial spirit surged like a river, his heart surged, and he was actually unable to control himself, almost breaking away from his own control.

"A bit interesting," Yu Xuanji smiled lightly.

"The blessing of the Dao Ancestor is too deep. Even if the Long Hu Mountain Zhang family has declined to this point, talents are still emerging one after another."

"A person like you, in the North Zhang land, is not even in the mainstream, yet you have great ambitions and are deep and unrevealed."

As soon as this was said, Zhang Wuming's expression changed slightly.

"You think I don't know that you killed Ming Shenxiu?" Yu Xuanji smiled lightly.

As soon as this was said, Shen Mingchan's gaze toward Zhang Wuming instantly turned cold.

Ming Shenxiu was his junior brother and a key figure in the revival of the Lingbao Sect. He awakened heaven-sent supernatural powers and was like a fish in water in Shangjing, gaining the favor of Bai He Guan and the Dao Alliance.

This time, the Bai He Guan group came to the Xijiang region, and he was also the one who threaded the needle and contacted all parties.

These days, Ming Shenxiu suddenly lost contact. He, the eldest senior brother, had long guessed, but he did not expect that he died at the hands of the Zhang family.

"The Zhang family is ultimately the great enemy of my Gezao Mountain," Shen Mingchan's gaze was restrained.

Practitioners should know life and death. From the day they embarked on the path of seeking longevity, it was destined that one day, they would die on this path.

Ming Shenxiu died, that was his calamity. If he couldn't pass it, it was no one's fault.

What Shen Mingchan cared about was the future of Lingbao Mountain and the struggle for orthodoxy with Long Hu Mountain.

"You are indeed a character. In less than half a month, you have integrated and unified the loose practitioners in various places in Xijiang..." Yu Xuanji looked at Zhang Wuming, somewhat appreciative.

"Unfortunately, your little actions are just small troubles in my eyes."

"Without a Three Tian Shi-level figure sitting in town, no one, no force can stand firm in Xijiang."

"Below the Three Tian Shi, all are ants. You should know this principle."

"You see it quite clearly," Zhang Wuming curled his lips, somewhat helpless.

"Long Hu Mountain is gone. On this land, no action can escape the eyes and ears of Sanqing Mountain," Yu Xuanji whispered, her arrogant confidence overwhelming.

"You want to use the Dan Yuan Assembly to make a name for yourself, get a share of the incense in the Xijiang blessed land, thereby growing, and then..."

At this point, Yu Xuanji paused slightly, looking at Zhang Wuming, but a meaningful strange color flashed in her beautiful eyes.

"Plotting for the world's pinnacle!"

As soon as this was said, even Shen Mingchan could not help but look at Zhang Wuming more. From the name, it could be seen that although this person was also surnamed Zhang, he had not been canonized or established a statue, and was just a marginal character in the Zhang family.

Who could have imagined that his ambition was so great that he actually wanted to open a sect and stand on his own!?

"Beauty Yu, you are joking. I don't have such great ambition, just trying to make a living. You also know that the Zhang family's food is not easy to eat, there are too many capable people," Zhang Wuming smiled lightly.

"Trying to make a living? Then your appetite is too big," Yu Xuanji replied with a smile.

"There is one thing I can't think of, why would you appear here?"

The place where Xuanwu Rejects Corpses, the dragon vein has not stopped, the vitality does not gather, it is a great auspicious realm hiding the extreme evil, just like the yin and yang fish, the little black in the vast white.

Back then, the Three Corpses Daoist had not yet reached the world's number one expert, and was once forced into Copper Mount Luoshan, where he crossed the great calamity of life and death.

This is a secret. Very few people truly know it. Most of them died back then, died in Copper Mount Luoshan, died at the hands of the Three Corpses Daoist.

"I am also curious," Zhang Wuming shook his head, his gaze rising, looking into the depths of the evil land.

"Borrowing evil to transform calamity, this kind of means is no small matter, using great evil to give birth to calamity, using calamity to turn fortune..."

"Back then, the Three Corpses Daoist used this to avoid the Three Corpses disaster."

Mentioning those four words, Yu Xuanji's gaze jumped involuntarily.

"You are the eldest disciple of Gezao Mountain, and you are the descendant of Sanqing Mountain. It can be said that you are the future face and leader of the Xijiang Daoist sects..."

"Which person from Bai He Guan is cultivating here, allowing you to guard the pass?"

Zhang Wuming said word by word, with a loud voice.

Yu Xuanji and Shen Mingchan could not help but look at each other.

"Take a guess?" Yu Xuanji said noncommittally, smiling lightly.

"The Daoist books say that the place where Xuanwu Rejects Corpses is a land abandoned by heaven, a realm of human disaster..."

"Heaven abandons, I take, turn calamity into fortune, realm of human disaster, things turn around after reaching the extreme..."

"It seems this person has just encountered a great calamity and needs to use this place to survive in a desperate situation, turn decay into magic, and turn disaster into heavenly fortune," Zhang Wuming sighed.

"In Bai He Guan, the person who can have such spirit and means..."

"Could it be... Li..."

Before the words fell, a crisp and loud applause sounded in the deep night, echoing between the mountains and fields.

Yu Xuanji's beautiful eyes contained light, not sparing any praise.

"Zhang Wuming, you are indeed a talent. It is simply a waste of talent for someone like you not to be reused in North Zhang."

"This is nothing. Back then, Shang Yang was not reused in the State of Wei, but he changed with the times, and when he arrived in the State of Qin, he soared into the sky, laying the foundation for the State of Qin to sweep across the six directions," Zhang Wuming said casually.

"But Shang Yang didn't have a good ending, he was torn apart by five horses, and didn't have a good death!" Yu Xuanji said with deep meaning.

"People's choices determine their own destiny."

"Zhang Wuming, you are a talent. If you are willing to submit to me, your future achievements will be immeasurable." Yu Xuanji threw out an olive branch.

Shen Mingchan's gaze narrowed, looking deeply at Yu Xuanji, but did not speak.

"Immeasurable? How immeasurable?" Zhang Wuming asked with a smile that was not a smile. ===== CHAPTER 430 =====