Huashan Zhangmen Road

Chapter 248
Li Wen's face was cold, and the figures of the spirit soldiers beside him shuttled back and forth alternately, constantly changing the spirit battle array, one rune after another was driven into the ground by the spirit soldiers who were proficient in runes, and the brilliance of cyan, black, and red began to permeate the head of Li Wenling's war department , a huge arrow began to take shape.

"Chichi..."

At the top of the sharp arrow clusters, chilling spiritual power began to take shape. The arrow clusters trembled, stirring the dense spiritual energy in the air, making the sound of piercing through the air, and the air began to be filled with murderous intent.

The murderous intent in the sky rolled up smoke and dust, and near the smoke and dust was the frowning bald cultivator of Xijianmen.

The bald cultivator glanced disdainfully at the sword-washing elder Zhuge Wuji and a group of Foundation Establishment disciples who were surprised by the murderous intent, and solemnly looked at the Huashan Spiritual War Department on the opposite side. Full of surprise.

The bald cultivator, named Huiyuan, was born in Huasheng Temple. Because of the mission of the sect, he went to Xijianmen to train the spiritual warfare department and served as the leader of the spiritual warfare department of Xijianmen.

In Huiyuan's understanding, the Tianyue world is just a small world, and the remote place can't be more remote. According to the news in the temple, the highest cultivation level in a world is only the foundation building Dzogchen realm, and the mission of this mission The target is Huashan. After the last battle, almost all the foundation builders were seriously injured. Huiyuan felt that it was a piece of cake to crush a sect with almost no foundation builders by relying on the spiritual warfare department during the Qi training period.

"Aoki Arrow Cloud Formation!"

Huiyuan looked at the spirit battle formation formed by Li Wenling's war department, and at the spirit soldiers running through the spirit warfare formation and scattering runes. The solemn look on his face became heavier. The performance of these spirit soldiers was simply that they had experienced many times. A bloody killing, an outstanding spiritual soldier who survived ten battles, what kind of sect is there without a spiritual war department?

"Arrangement!"

Hui Neng helplessly yelled at the spirit soldiers behind him, driving the disciples of Xijianmen who were in a hurry to form the most basic spirit battle formation.

"Four three three formation!"

"That's really bad!"

Behind Li Wen, a few spirit soldiers sneered loudly. These frantic Xijianmen spirit war department even thought of coming to destroy Huashan, so they are not as hopeful as those foundation builders standing behind.

"kill"

Li Wen's short roar sounded in the spiritual battle formation.

"Whizzing……"

The green wood arrow pierced through the air, covering the sky above the Spiritual War Department of Xijianmen like a blue cloud.

……

Odd Business

A middle-aged man in black clothes stood in a dark hall, his face was full of sadness, and he looked closely at a piece of spiritual tablet on the altar table. If Jiang Yan was here, he would be able to see this through the head system. People are the masters of the strange business world.Behind the middle-aged man stood a young black-clothed monk. The monk raised his head, and it was the monk Kong Se of Huasheng Temple.

"I heard that my uncle sent my nephew Huineng to Xijianmen to preside over the Spiritual War Department?"

Monk Kongse had a calm face, lowered his eyes, and said while staring at his fingertips.

The middle-aged man remained motionless, staring at the spiritual tablet in front of him without blinking. After a long time, the middle-aged man who had almost melted into the shadows finally spoke.

"Feiyu came to report that Huashan fought against Huijianmen, the mountain guard formation was breached, countless masters in the sect were killed and injured, and the head of the sect, Jiang Yan, was even seriously injured. As for the female disciple you like, my nephew, she was also seriously injured and vomited blood. Life and death are inevitable. Got it."

The middle-aged man stepped out of the shadows, revealing a handsome face, and his brows were somewhat similar to Liang Cong who died under Xiao San'er's hands.The middle-aged man stomped a few steps slowly, looking at Monk Kong Se with a playful look in his eyes.

"According to the news from the spies lurking inside Huijianmen, thirteen Huijianmen Jindan cultivators fell in the Tianyue Realm successively. Li Xiya, the first spiritual warfare department of Huijianmen, and Li Xiya, the only Jindan cultivator left , Po Qingya and other 13 people, the soul lamps are all extinguished, they are either dead, or their spiritual consciousness is controlled by Huashan, no matter how you say it, Huashan in this remote corner of the country is really not easy."

The middle-aged man stood with his hands behind his back, his handsome face was full of deep sorrow, he glanced at the monk Kongsei who had a pleasing eyebrow, and said with a hint of surprise in his tone.

"Back then, nephew, you tried your best to prevent me from conquering Huashan. I thought you had some selfish intentions. Now, it seems that your decision that day, nephew, really has some meaning. The 13 golden core cultivators, although I, Huasheng Temple, don't care , but I, Liang Congle, still care about it, I am crazy about the business world, but there are not so many golden core cultivators to waste."

"Amitabha"

Monk Kongsei lowered his eyebrows and moved his palms together, speaking respectfully.But in the heart of the little monk, it was full of turbulent waves. When did Huashan become so strong? How did Huashan cope with the thirteen Jindan cultivators and Li Xiya's Spiritual War Department?

"In this case, why did Uncle Master send Junior Brother Huineng to provoke Huashan? Junior Brother Liang Cong is dead. Even if Uncle Master slaughters all Huashan, it is difficult for Junior Brother Liang Cong to have a chance to survive. Moreover, Huashan is rising rapidly, and it is impossible to think about it. A few years later, another Qi Beicheng from the West City Gate had a grudge against a large sect that was about to rise because of his dead son, so my uncle's actions seemed a bit unwise."

A cold light flashed in Liang Congle's eyes, and he glanced coldly at the Kong Se monk who was talking eloquently, the expression on his face was suddenly relieved.

"I would like to congratulate my nephew. My nephew has actually cultivated the Transformation Art to the realm of ruthlessness and ruthlessness. I can't complain that I dare to speak nonsense here. I am ruthless and righteous. I still stay at this level. My nephew You have reached this level at such a young age, you really deserve the title of No. 1 disciple of the twelfth generation."

Monk Kongse's eyebrows moved slightly, he didn't care about Liang Congle's words at all, and continued to speak with lowered eyebrows.

"Uncle Master is wrong, the disciple only feels it occasionally, and this breaks through the realm of ruthlessness. Compared with Uncle Master, there is a world of difference."

Liang Congle waved his hand, and the expression on his face became a little embarrassed.

"Since my nephew has broken through the realm of ruthlessness, our previous agreement will take effect. If Huashan can survive the attack of Huineng's Spiritual War Department this time, I will give them another three years. If Huashan can't stop it after three years The sharp sword in the palm of my seat, when the time comes, my nephew will come to trouble me again."

Monk Kongse bowed to the ground and saluted Liang Congle's back.

"report"

A loud report came in from outside the hall.

Liang Congle sneered, "Speak".

"The Huineng Ling War Department was defeated at the foot of Huashan Mountain. Five of the cultivators who invaded Huashan Mountain from Xijianmen were killed and thirteen were injured. All the foundation-building cultivators were killed."

Liang Congle smiled when he heard the words, his handsome face was full of distorted expressions, and there was a hint of astonishment in his tone.

"Nephew, I promise you that you will not move Mount Hua within three years. I'm afraid it's a wrong decision. Mount Hua is not just a remote sect in a remote small world in a remote area. This Mount Hua is really hidden. !"

Monk Kongse's face moved slightly when he heard this, and he said with a hint of hesitation in his tone.

"Then Master Uncle means to deal with Huashan now?"

Liang Congle smiled when he heard the words, and said in a tone full of sarcasm, "Kong Se, you underestimate me too."

"The strange business world can be ranked in the sixth-rank sect. It is because I have inherited the shadow of my ancestors, and I have accumulated hundreds of years to become today. A small Huashan, how can it be developed in three to five years to have the strength to challenge this seat! Hmph! , I will give you three years, I want to see what this Huashan will look like in three years!"

Monk Kongse smiled slightly and spoke in an indifferent tone.

"Of course I won't disappoint my uncle."

Liang Cong Lejun's face darkened, and he waved his hand, "Okay, I'm tired today, Kong Shi, you should step down first, since I said I will give you three years, naturally I won't destroy Huashan within these three years."

Kong Se bowed respectfully to Liang Congle, turned around and retreated slowly. When he walked out of the hall, Monk Kong Se walked in a strange way, stepping on a special rhythm, and a faint golden light flowed continuously on his folded palms.

When Wang Kongse walked out of the hall, Liang Congle's face was full of ridicule, but he secretly sighed in his heart.

Practitioners place the most emphasis on promises. Since they have promised Kong Se, Huashan cannot be destroyed before Kong Se dies.

The moment Kong Se turned around just now, Liang Congle could hardly control his shot, but the golden light emanating from Kong Se's body gave Liang Congle a chill. Breaking through the realm of ruthlessness and injustice, it is impossible for him to kill Monk Kongse with one blow, and he cannot provoke the forces behind Monk Kongse, so if this is the case, let this kid die.

The corners of Liang Congle's mouth raised slightly, his airy look softened a bit after all, he just promised that Huashan would not be destroyed within three years, but he didn't promise to do anything to Huashan.Slightly shaking the palm, Liang Congle turned a sinister look in his eyes. He only needs to stretch out his fingers, and naturally there are countless sects who will rush up one after another like seeing a meaty cat.

……

Li Wenyang made a move, and the fire wheel that killed a Xijianmen cultivator drew an arc in mid-air and flew back to Li Wen's head.Seeing Li Wen retracting the Fire Wheel, the spiritual soldiers behind Li Wen waved at the same time. There was a dense burst of sound in the air, burning flames, and various spiritual weapons shining with golden light flew back to the spiritual battle formation.

"Brother, these Spiritual Warfare Departments are too weak, they can't take a single blow from us Aoki, when did Xijianmen become so weak!"

"Idiot, it's us who have become stronger, and Xijianmen has become weaker there. Let the people of Jinyanzong try it. You don't need to make a move, and the people of Jinyanzong will be shit."

"Senior Brother Xin is right, we have become stronger."

After Li Wen died, the Huashan disciples talked a lot, laughing at the Jindan cultivator who washed the sword gate for being vulnerable.

"Cleaning the field"

Li Wen raised his right hand, stopped the jokes of the spirit soldiers behind him, and directed them to clean up the battlefield.Having just defeated another Spiritual Warfare, Li Wen was full of pride. After defeating the enemy's Spiritual Warfare among the four major Spiritual Warfares of the Zongmen, he was No. 1.

(End of this chapter)