This immortal has a lot of rebelliousness

After hearing this.

Zhang Xianling felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave, feeling extremely cold from head to toe.

Looking back on everything I've experienced in the "Junzitang" during this period of time, it was indeed full of weird and unreasonable things!

From the gap in talent iteration within the sect to the many indulgences of the sect's senior elders towards their disciples.

All of this points to a terrible fact—

The elders of "Junzitang" are intentionally nurturing the younger generation of disciples.

The development of this sect has stagnated for many years and no one cares.

Including Zhang Xianling, whether they are sequence geniuses or disciples of the inner and outer sects, they all seem to be animals to be slaughtered, and have been living in a muddle-headed state.

Trying hard to suppress the astonishment in your heart.

Zhang Xianling's eyes gradually became unfriendly. On the surface he remained calm, but in fact his heart was in turmoil.

"You mean, this is all a huge trap from beginning to end?"

"if not?"

shook his head.

The mysterious old man curled his lips, plopped down on the floor in front of the pagoda, and spoke bluntly, "The 'Demon Suppression Cave' was originally a formation used by the founder of Junzi Hall to suppress the remnants of the demon army that invaded the Eastern Region. Its purpose was to slowly refine the demon spirits, causing them to fight each other, thus wearing down their sharp edge, and then replenish the vitality of the human cultivators injured after the battle."

The human and demon races have always been irreconcilable.

Thousands of years ago, the demon tribe of the Northern Wilderness invaded the Eastern Divine Land on a large scale.

Although the demon clan was defeated and retreated in the end, many events of that battle are still talked about with relish by cultivators in the three realms and four continents.

"Unfortunately, man proposes, God disposes. The foundation of the 'Junzi Hall' has been passed on to that old fellow, Situ Zhong. His talent is mediocre. After reaching the 'Foundation Establishment Stage', he hasn't made any further progress in the years since. Seeing that his lifespan is drawing to a close, this old fellow finally started to have evil thoughts..."

Look up at the sunset outside the door.

The mysterious old man seemed to instantly recall events from many years ago and sighed, "Everything in the universe has spiritual essence. The demon race and the human race are only different in bloodline. In essence, there is actually not much difference at all. The methods that are effective against the demon race can actually be applied to the human race with just a few modifications. The results can even be even more severe!"

grin.

The mysterious old man raised an eyebrow and said, "I still remember that year, three hundred and seventy-two juniors from the Junzi Hall were easily tricked by Situ Zhong into the 'Demon Suppression Cave'. In the end, they were refined into life-extending golden elixirs by the formation!"

Open your eyes wide.

Zhang Xianling took a breath of cold air, especially when he thought of Situ Zhong's youthful face with white hair, he couldn't help but feel a chill.

"Since then, these old guys have gone completely crazy. Every sixty years, they would take in a group of young people. When they were trained to a certain age, they would imitate their own methods and refine them to extend their own lifespans!"

He raised his hand and pointed at Zhang Xianling.

The mysterious old man raised his lips and said confidently, "You guys are the eighth batch!"

Hear the words.

Zhang Xianling felt a chill down his spine.

For a long time, all the unreasonable speculations about "Junzitang" now have answers.

No wonder there is a talent gap in the sect.

Led by Situ Zhong, this bunch of disrespectful bastards, in order to survive, did not hesitate to slaughter generation after generation of newcomers like animals.

A cycle every sixty years.

It has happened eight times in total, and now it has been exactly five hundred years.

"Hey, I know what you're thinking. It's too late to run..."

He saw through Zhang Xianling's little thoughts at a glance.

The mysterious old man slumped on the ground, shaking his head. "Those sanctimonious old dogs have already opened the 'Demon Suppression Cave' and deliberately released a demon to confuse the public. If they dare to do this, they are not afraid that you can escape."

Beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his forehead.

Zhang Xianling narrowed his eyes, but he understood that what the other party said was not alarmist.

It is clear.

Situ Zhong and a group of sect elders have been planning carefully and patiently for so long, so how could they let others take advantage of them?

In today's "Junzitang", the mountain gate formation must have been opened long ago.

It's a sensitive time.

If Zhang Xianling forced a breakthrough, it would only alert the enemy and arouse Situ Zhong's suspicion.

With his current cultivation level of the Great Perfection of the Qi Refining Realm, he is no match for that old man.

"So, you don't have a choice."

Rubbed my stinky feet.

The mysterious old man's eyes were like torches, and he laughed strangely, "Now you can only cooperate with me, with internal and external support, to have a glimmer of hope!"

It's hard to get off the tiger and be caught in a dilemma.

Zhang Xianling was silent for a long time, his eyes gradually calmed down, and he asked coldly, "Why do you think so?"

"Until now, I don't even know your identity or origin, so how can I know that you and Situ Zhong are not in the same group..."

There was a pause.

Zhang Xianling questioned word by word, "How can I trust you if you want me to?"

The wind was blowing and the clouds were rolling, and the sky was covered with dust.

There was a threshold between the two of them, and they stared at each other for a long time.

As a result, the wooden armor guards who were caught in the middle couldn't help but be startled for a moment, and felt an inexplicable murderous aura for a moment, and immediately became tense.

"That's fine!"

Unexpectedly.

The mysterious old man, who was covered in rags, suddenly stood up, stretched in front of Zhang Xianling, and his body suddenly began to stretch, and his limbs became extremely slender.

"My name is Yuwen Sheng..."

He has a green face and fangs, and is nine feet tall.

The slovenly old man's appearance changed drastically, with a dark green light emanating from his entire body. He became as tall and slender as a bamboo joint.

Especially the two tentacles extending in front, which are as sharp as blades.

"He was nicknamed Prince Mantis and was once the vanguard general who led the Northern Wilderness Monster Army!"

The tall and powerful demon was showing his fangs and claws in the pagoda. Except for the wine jug on his waist, the clothes on his body had been instantly blown away.

"I want to escape, and you just want to be free and unfettered, free from the constraints of others..."

A pair of sharp forelimbs kept waving in the air.

The slovenly old man of the past had no choice but to reveal his true form. He shook his head and said, "Now that I am being honest with you, do you still have any concerns about the future cooperation?!"

Open your eyes wide.

Zhang Xianling was already stunned. He never thought that this old guy was one of the leaders of the demon army back then. No wonder he couldn't get out of the Siku Library. It seemed that he must have been suppressed here alone by the founder of "Junzitang".

Now looking back.

The purple talisman in the "Demon Cave" must be the key to suppressing the old monster, so the old monster wants to get rid of it by himself.

Just as the other party said, what everyone wants is nothing more than freedom. In fact, there is no conflict. We can help each other and overcome difficulties together.

"Big, really big..."

He raised his eyebrows.

Looking up at Yuwen Sheng who had revealed his true form in the pagoda, Zhang Xianling couldn't help but sigh, "What a big, fat mantis!"

The corners of the mouth twitched.

Yuwen Sheng almost fainted.

He had practiced for many years, but this was the first time he was criticized like this. If he had not been unable to take a single step out of the pagoda, he would have probably slapped him with a tentacle.

A cold wind blew across the hills.

A man and a demon looked at each other. They were both smart people and put their own interests first. Naturally, they had to judge the situation and cooperate for a win-win situation so that each could get what they needed.

At this point, they no longer hid their secrets. They smiled at each other wickedly, and then worked together in cahoots, secretly planning their next move...