Alienated Martial Arts.

In the Nine Sacred Mountains, there is a chance encounter.

In Mianlong Town, the realm of law is fighting for the front.

The Xuanwu Daoist and the King of the Golden Tent played their own tricks, and neither gave in.

Just a few collisions in an instant destroyed the entire Mianlong Town.

Wei Tao's eyes were radiant, watching the gods and looking forward to Qi, Karma Honglian exerted all his strength, and carefully felt the terrifying aura that appeared without any warning.

But something unexpected happened.

That breath disappeared immediately.

From appearance to nothingness, there is not even an instant of time.

Even more fleeting than fleeting.

It even made him wonder if there were really other auras appearing.

Or in the process of the confrontation between Xuanwu Daoist and Golden Tent King, the void Xuanwu collided with Brahma's spirit and annihilated, so a palpitating aura was derived.

Wei Tao frowned, feeling deeply for countless times.

It wasn't until seeing the secret sect master Ji Yuan crawling out from the bottom of the pit, his movements twisted and stiff and receding towards the distance, that he slowly suppressed all his thoughts and refocused his attention on the battle in Mianlong Town.

Under the aftermath of the confrontation between the two great masters, in the entire Northern Wilderness, he can be regarded as the high priest in golden robes who is under a few people and above ten thousand people. Under the impact, he struggled to stabilize his figure.

But even so, after he was forced to withdraw for a certain distance, he stood still like a rock.

Even if blood was flowing from the seven orifices and there were many wounds on his body, he didn't care and ignored him. He just focused all his attention on the King of the Golden Tent and was ready to help at any cost.

Gradually, the golden-cloaked priest made seals with his hands and muttered words.

His face was visibly aging and weakening.

The change brought about was a dark ray of light appearing from high above.

The golden-cloaked priest guided it to break through the thick and low clouds, through the whistling and whirling snowstorm, and was about to bring this seemingly unique Brahma maliciously to Mianlong Town.

Swish! ! !
At this moment, Wei Tao moved.

The wings of the ghost car fluttered behind it, and its ferocious blood surged.

Driven by his figure to flash, like a blood-colored rainbow light, he came to the sky above Mianlong Town in an instant, meeting the black light that was about to fall.

It was very difficult for him to intervene in the confrontation between the Xuanwu Daoist and the Golden Tent King, and he has no plans to intervene for the time being.

However, the golden-robed priest wanted to trigger Brahma's spiritual will to change the situation of the battle, and suddenly, like thunder from the sky, the fire in the ground exploded, detonating the anger in Wei Tao's heart.

But I can't help the two great masters of the Dharma Realm, and I can't help but you, a golden-cloaked priest! ?
If it weren't for the fact that the two sides were separated by more than half of Mianlong Town, and in the middle was the core area of ​​the battle between the Xuanwu Daoist and the Golden Tent King, he might have been unable to hold back his temper and rushed to send that old thing back to the west early.

boom!
The power from Brahma Shengtian travels through the dark void.

But it didn't fall into Sleeping Dragon Town.

Because a ferocious and terrifying figure soared up at this moment, forcibly isolating and resisting it.

Wei Tao raised his head, raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar.

And accompanied by the low and low roar that went straight into the sky, clouds suddenly covered the mist, blood shone around, and darkness traversed the sky again, covering the Brahma's malice with all of it.

puff!
Blood gushed from the mouth of the golden-robed priest.

He stared at the body of the monster above his head, and an incredible feeling suddenly rose in his heart.

"This young man has been harmed by Dafan Shengtian's malice without harm."

"Even if he is a grand master of horizontal training with the unity of yin and yang, it shouldn't be the case."

"No, he is even devouring and absorbing Brahma's malice!"

"Furthermore, this person is extremely close to Brahma's evil thoughts. When he entered the range covered by the black light, it felt as if he had returned from a long journey and returned to his own home."

"Could it be that his vajra-glazed state is not actually in sympathy with Brahma's spiritual will, but is instead formed by carrying Brahma's evil thoughts!?"

Without a sound, the black awn that implied strong malice disappeared.

Wei Tao returned to the ground at this time.

After landing, he staggered and almost lost his balance and fell directly to the ground.

Originally, before making a move, Wei Tao planned to pass directly through the town from the air, and go to the other side to kill the golden-cloaked priest and the esoteric master.

But after he really entered the area where the two great realms collided, even if he was still some distance away from the high place, he suddenly felt as if he was carrying a mountain on his back.

The two completely different forces were entangled with each other and kept disappearing, but they seemed to have found a new outlet in him, and they swarmed towards him as if they had spirituality, and there were countless times of fierce confrontation in an instant.

That is because he walks on two legs and has two pillars to support his strength.

The horizontal training of the yin and yang, coupled with the blood net fight that is close to breaking the limit of a hundred steps, is the only way to take it down.

Wei Tao let out a breath of foul air secretly, and couldn't help hiccupping again.

Aside from other things, this Brahma, who was attracted by the golden-cloaked priest and seemed to be planning to affect the battle situation, really tasted good, a little delicious.

Boom!

Suddenly the darkness surged, and the golden light retracted.

The two suddenly converged inward to the extreme, revealing two figures standing opposite each other.

next moment.

The Lord of the Golden Tent held an ax in both hands, and slowly slashed forward.

His speed is not fast at all.

Movements seem incoherent.

It's like it freezes from time to time, and it comes in flashes one after another.

It brings a strange feeling of nausea and dizziness to people.

Corresponding to it, extremely dense dead energy gushes out, filling the void centered on Qi Taiquan's whole body.

During this period, it seemed that everything else was about to disappear, leaving only endless darkness and silence, and the spirit that devoured life spread rapidly outward.

Wei Tao couldn't take his eyes off for a moment, and suddenly narrowed his eyes.

His pupils contracted to the extreme, reflecting the right hand of the Xuanwu Taoist who raised it a little bit.

In the center of his palm, a rotten and dilapidated tortoise shell quietly emerged, which grew together with flesh and blood, slowly facing the falling dark gold battle axe.

Boom! ! !

There should have been thunderous bangs rolling over the night sky.

But in Mianlong Town, it was quiet.

The King of the Golden Tent struck down with an axe, and the Xuanwu Daoist raised his palm to meet him.

The ax blade meets the palm slowly.

The elephant is invisible, and the sound is loud.

Eyes cannot see, ears cannot hear.

The two remained motionless in this posture, as if to continue forever.

It's like becoming two sculptures in one.

But under this eerie calm, there is the most chilling murderous intent hidden.

If you don't move, you will be fine, and if you move, it will be the end of life and death.

I don't know how long it will be.

Maybe just for a brief moment.

Suddenly, the whole Mianlong Town lit up without warning.

It seems that the sun rises in the east, and the light and heat spread all over the earth.

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud noise, breaking the unbearable silence.

The next moment, a terrifying shock wave has arrived.

The golden-cloaked priest and the esoteric master began to fly backwards. Even with their cultivation bases at the anode spiritual realm, they couldn't guarantee that they would survive the collision intact.

The whole Mianlong Town seemed to be tightly held by a big hand, and then it was kneaded back and forth like dough, wantonly destroying and destroying everything inside.

The ground is like the rough sea under a storm, forming dense cracks that criss-cross.

After a few breaths, in the Mianlong town that had disappeared, a pitch-black crack traversed east and west, and even extended to the depths of the Nine Sacred Mountains.

The Xuanwu Daoist and the Golden Tent King stood still, facing each other on both sides of the crack,
"Turtle and snake plate, life is strong, and golden lotus can be planted in the fire."

"I know that Daoist Qi stepped into the Dharma Realm and merged the fragments of the turtle and snake into his body.

But I didn't expect that you could use that piece of turtle shell as a shield to block my ax that condensed the strongest spirit and strength. "

As the King of the Golden Tent spoke, he withdrew his gaze and looked at his arm.

The flesh and blood there obviously shrank a bit, and it was no longer the scene full of majestic vitality just now.

He slowly exhaled a turbid breath, "Darkness and silence, devouring vitality, Xuanwu's true meaning gives me the feeling that it is not teaching skills, but more like a demon from the underworld born into the world.

If it is allowed to continue to develop, I am afraid that the place where Taoist Qi passes will wither everything, kill silence, and turn everything into a dead place. "

"Cough cough..."

Qi Taiquan coughed violently, his body trembling violently like a dead body, it seemed that he would collapse in the next moment.

"The king's ax has at least cut off half of the old man's vitality."

He breathed slowly and calmly, and sighed lowly, "So I intercepted a little vitality from you to benefit myself and make up for the irreparable loss, which is what I should do."

The King of the Golden Tent was silent for a long time, and suddenly asked, "Are you still fighting?"

Qi Taiquan didn't comment on this, but said indifferently, "If you can be sure of winning and take the old man's life without paying too much, the lord will probably not ask this question."

The Lord of the Golden Tent nodded, and was about to say something more, but his face changed slightly, and he turned to look to one side.

Almost regardless of front and back, Qi Taiquan also frowned and looked in the same direction.

At this moment, Wei Tao's heart skipped a beat again, inexplicably feeling a strange yet familiar aura.

This time, it came so clearly.

And it is no different from the divine will that streaks across the sky from north to south.

More importantly, he was the closest to the source of the breath, and immediately became the gathering place for countless eyes.

"Shenyi is hidden underground in the town?"

"Before, it had been disappearing without a trace. It was not until the confrontation between the two Great Masters of the Law Realm that it showed its signs."

Wei Tao's eyes flickered, but he didn't approach.

Even retreated a distance.

Hide yourself a little deeper.

He didn't have any intention of obtaining God's will, and he didn't even know what the use of this thing was.

Therefore, in this case, it is natural to show your posture and keep a little distance away, lest you become the target of public criticism.

Deep in the mountains and forests outside the town, one after another Qi mechanism is obscure, and he tried his best to restrain himself.

The warriors who came to the Nine Sacred Mountains quickly gathered here.

There are great masters of the law realm fighting in the town, no one dares to approach, but no one really leaves far away.

They were all hiding nearby, waiting for the end of the battle, and at the same time waiting for changes to appear.

In the beginning, the master of Lingming Mountain entered the town to cause massacres, and later, the Taoist master of Xuanwu and the king of the golden tent had a life-and-death confrontation here.

The superimposition of the two incidents made people doubtful, thinking that in this market town named Mianlong, there was indeed a secret related to that divine will hidden.

Hong Shun was concentrated and calm, his whole body seemed to be integrated with the rocks beside him.

Even after recognizing that the mysterious person who appeared that night was the Xuanwu Daoist, his state of mind did not fluctuate in the slightest, and it was like an ancient well from beginning to end.

Skills are not as good as people, and law is not as good as people.

There is nothing to say about losing to the opponent.

As long as people are alive, there is hope.

Especially when it comes to the competition for divine will, Hong Shunyi has strong confidence.

Although the level of strength is lower than Qi Taiquan and King Jinzhang, perhaps not as good as King Qinglian, Sword Master Xiji and others, but his greatest support is not in this, but in the dozens of years of guarding and sitting in the Four Elephant Hall time.

And during this period, his perception of Emperor Wu's legacy.

It is no exaggeration to say that in terms of understanding of this divine will, the others combined may not be as good as his tenth.

Hong Shunyu closed his eyes and rested, recalling the trip to the Nine Sacred Mountains, there were indeed many crises along the way.

But the word crisis means that danger contains opportunity.

The greater the danger, the greater the opportunity.

As long as he can survive the most difficult time and get the divine will in his pocket as he wishes, he will be able to cross the threshold of the law realm in one fell swoop, and stride inward until reaching an unimaginable high level.

At this moment, suddenly there was a light click.

It was as if the tightly closed lid had been pushed open.

It came from the depths of the dark crack in the town.

Although the sound is very soft, it is clear and distinct.

Even though there is a considerable distance, it seems that regardless of the distance, it rang directly from the bottom of everyone's heart.

The Lord of the Golden Tent focused his eyes, and when he looked at the Taoist Master Xuanwu again, his expression became a little more stunned.

Qi Taiquan gently exhaled a mouthful of scarlet blood mist, "Xiyue's unseen ability can actually hide the old man from the past."

As soon as these words came out, the darkness suddenly surged, and the wind and snow flying all over the sky suddenly condensed.

The next moment, the cold and alienated woman's voice sounded again, "Just now the Taoist master and Wei Daozi had a happy chat, so the disciple didn't come out to salute, so as not to disturb the conversation between the two.

Later when the lord came here, the disciple tried his best to protect the formation below from being damaged, but he couldn't spare even a moment to come out and explain this matter to everyone. "

After a pause, she sighed again, "It's a pity that this disciple's ability is limited, after all, he couldn't protect the formation, and he didn't even have enough time to comprehend the divine will."

"I see."

The king of the golden tent let out a breath of foul air, "Stealing the sky and changing the sun, changing flowers and trees, Daoist Qi arranged everything early on, let his disciples sneak into Mianlong Town, and found the location of the divine will in advance."

Qi Taiquan did not respond, but silently looked towards the far end of the crack.

A slender figure is slowly walking out of the crack.

She was holding a paper umbrella in her hand, but she didn't open it. Instead, she let the wind and snow fall on her body, and quickly covered her rolled-up hair with a layer of crystal white.

For a moment, countless eyes pierced through the darkness and snowstorm, and landed on the plain white paper umbrella in her hand.

"Whether there is benefit, no matter how high a mountain is, there is nowhere to go up, no matter how deep an abyss is, nowhere is there no way to enter."

Sun Xiyue looked up at the wind and snow, with a complicated expression on his face, "But people died for money, and birds died for food. I don't know how many masters in the Nine Sacred Mountains will die here after tonight."

She sighed, and gently threw out the paper umbrella in her hand.

"Divine will, in this crack."

"Those who are predestined and fateful can get it."

The King of the Golden Tent and the Taoist Xuanwu still stood silently, letting the plain white paper umbrella flutter in the wind.

The two of them kept their eyes on the pitch-black crack for a moment, as if some rare treasure was buried there, which could attract their full attention.

Swish!
Wei Tao also let the paper umbrella pass by not far away, but looked into the depths of the crack with a blank expression, and there seemed to be a soft click in his ear.

The next moment, his pupils shrank suddenly, and two figures nearly ten feet tall were reflected in them.

"King Kong's secret method, yin and yang are unified."

He breathed out lightly, "Could it be that these two people are the anode horizontal training masters who practiced in the Northern Wilderness Secret Sect a hundred years ago?"

Suddenly, there was another light click.

Along with it, there was also a sword intent that soared into the sky, and it came out from the depths of the crack at the same time.

In the dense forest outside the town, the Xiji swordsman, who had just confronted Dharma King Qinglian, suddenly changed his expression, and the long sword behind him whistled softly, showing his master's violently fluctuating state of mind.

"Master Zu was one of the eighteen elders of the Jiange, and he fought against Emperor Wu of the Great Zhou in the western suburbs of the Xuanzhou capital. Later, I heard that Master was captured and sent to Jianwusi to be tortured to death.

However, the disciple did not expect that now, after a hundred years, he would still see the unique sword intent of his master again. "

Click!

The third soft sound still came from the depths of the crack.

This time, the expression of the King of the Golden Tent suddenly changed.

He frowned, looked past the two esoteric monks, then passed through the woman with the sword in her hair, and looked at the figure slowly emerging from the depths of the darkness.

"Back then when Emperor Wu of the Great Zhou broke through the golden tent, the ancestor of his family fought hard after inducing Brahma's sacrifice. Later, he couldn't even find the body. Unexpectedly, he was brought and buried in the Nine Sacred Mountains."

The King of the Golden Tent took a deep breath, and then exhaled heavily, "But my grandson is the King of the Golden Tent today. As a person favored by the Great Brahma, he has also been recognized by the Brahma Axe. Even if all the ancestors come together, you must obey me. Follow orders."

Click!

There was a fourth soft sound, which echoed in everyone's ears.

Xuanwu Daoist lowered his eyes and bowed slightly, "Disciple Qi Taiquan, I have met Yuan Daoist."

"Patriarch Yuan is known as an unprecedented genius in our sect. Although the patriarch left the mountain gate and disappeared without a trace after returning from Xuanbinghai a hundred years ago, the disciples dare not show any disrespect to the sages of our sect.

It's just that the world has changed, and the world has changed with time. Since Master Yuan has passed away, he should let go of everything and lie peacefully in Huangquan, instead of reappearing in the world and causing many disturbances to future generations. "

The cold wind howled and the snowflakes flew.

Cover the entire mountain forest.

The dark fissure that runs through the entire Mianlong Town is still exuding a thick gray mist.

Several figures stood in it, motionless.

As if quietly waiting for something.

The expressions of the King of the Golden Tent and the Taoist Xuanwu became more and more serious, staring at a coffin slowly revealed from the depths of the mist.

The two looked at each other, and took a step back at the same time.

At this moment, there was another crackling sound.

It came quietly from inside the coffin.

Creaking, the coffin lid, which was tightly seamed, was pushed open a gap.

A bloodless, pale as snow palm was revealed.

The next moment, the coffin lid slid aside.

The dark fissure radiated light, dispelling the endlessly surging dark mist, revealing a figure slowly sitting up inside.

This is a man in a high crown and gold suit.

At first glance, he looks like a mummy that has been dead for a long time and should have been weathered long ago, exuding a rotten aura.

But after careful and in-depth perception, there is another divine will in the body, maintaining a strange vitality in it.

The dead and alive corpse slowly raised its head, stretched out a dry arm, pressed down on the coffin carved with Nine Dragons, and slowly got up and stepped out of it.

His movements were extremely slow and gentle, as if he was afraid of breaking this decayed body.

"The divine will appears, and the world is in chaos."

"Before I was alive, I suppressed the world's great masters and pacified the northern and southern borders, and I can do it again after my death, adding another hundred years to my Great Zhou."

"The grandmaster has a sympathetic relationship with heaven and man, and they are all people who deserve to be killed."

"The world is the world of people, and it has nothing to do with everything else. Even if God creates chaos, I will hang the people and beat the sky."

His eyes were closed tightly. Although he didn't speak from the beginning to the end, it seemed that there was a voice directly ringing in everyone's heart.

It was like a thunderstorm exploding, disturbing and shaking the mind, but it did not affect the dark wind and snow in the slightest.

I walked a lot today, and I haven't been so tired for a long time.