Ling tripod

Thinking about it, Feng Xiaofeng took one step forward!

This step was taken and landed directly on the dry mountain range. Immediately, a terrifying power of time invaded!

My predecessors are my faith. Without my predecessors, I could only do nothing in my life. Now, it doesn’t matter if I die!

Feng Xiaofeng closed his eyes, and he even felt that his life was draining away at a rapid rate.

"good!"

A good word came from the depths of the dry mountain, and the next moment, an illusory shadow suddenly rushed out from it!

The dry mountain was shrouded in gray mist.

This gray mist is transformed by the power of the years condensed by the ancient energy.

As soon as the illusory shadow appeared, the boundless gray mist within the dry mountain range retreated to both sides at a very fast speed, as if it were a giant sword cutting a road in the sea.

The illusory shadow whizzed over and floated ten feet in front of Feng Xiaofeng!

Immediately, a thin white thread flew out from it and directly surrounded Feng Xiaofeng.

"The thread of this artistic conception can protect your physical body and soul from death for seven days. Understanding this meaning can withstand the silence of the dry mountain!"

Chu Yan's voice came out again.

When Feng Xiaofeng took a look, surrounded by this white filament, the feeling of loss of life disappeared instantly.

Standing within the range of the dry mountain, he was not affected...

This filament is sword intent!

"Senior, I will repay the kindness of creation in this lifetime. I dare to ask my senior for his name!"

At this moment, the fanatical look in Feng Xiaofeng's eyes had reached its extreme.

In fact, he was determined to become a disciple, but he knew that there was a world of difference between himself and his seniors. His qualifications would not be taken seriously by his seniors at all. He was already very lucky to have obtained these blessings, but at this moment, he still wanted to know the name of his seniors. .

"Ku Yazi!"

The old voice came out from the dry mountain again.

At this moment, everyone on the other side of the river of life and death was in extreme shock.

Their mocking Feng Xiaofeng eyes completely disappeared and turned into incomparable envy!

The white filaments looked like they were transformed by sword intent.

Turning the sword into silk is something that no ordinary person can do, and being able to enter the dry mountain must be a great swordsmanship.

In the Dao domain, almost ninety-nine percent of sword cultivators come from Jiannan Sect. In everyone's opinion, this mysterious senior must be a hard-core old monster from Jiannan Sect. His seniority is very likely to be higher than the three masters of Sword Dao. , otherwise it would be impossible to walk into the dry mountains like this, and even be able to give others human form so easily.

"This, this, this...how could he, Feng Xiaofeng, be so lucky? This is unfair, unfair!"

The jealousy in Mu Ge's eyes almost burst out.

What a blessing this is, to be enlightened by a supreme cultivator who is comparable to the three masters of swordsmanship or even stronger. How could he, Mu Ge, not have such luck...

"Junior, thank you very much, Senior Ku!"

Feng Xiaofeng kowtowed again, and then stepped in with the other foot.

Then he began to realize the sword intent in front of him.

At this moment, several tyrannical auras rushed out from the Four Rings of Mountains!

The Four Rings of Mountains are all elders of the sect who have understood the mark of the Six Paths Sword and have reached the Great Perfection of All Things!

The three masters of swordsmanship are high above them. They are the three ancestors with the highest status in the sect. They control everything, but they never show up until important events happen. Some disciples have even never seen the three masters of swordsmanship once after joining Jiannan Sect for tens of thousands of years. . Under the three sword masters, the Supreme Elders Wen Daoqi did not make any outstanding appearances on weekdays.

Most of the time, it is the elders of the Dzogchen sect in the Late Vientiane Period of these four-ring mountain ranges who manage the affairs of the sect.

Now it has been confirmed that someone has entered the dry mountain. This person is even so powerful that ordinary disciples can enter the dry mountain and survive. More importantly, this person is a sword cultivator of the generation.

This incident has shocked Jiannan Sect.

When many disciples heard the news and came, eight elders of the sect also came.

These eight people are the top eight among the elders of Jiannan Sect. Originally, they were not ranked in the top eight, but after the Five Elements Sword Cultivator Elder was killed by Chu Yan, they were ranked in the top eight!

The leader was a skinny old man with a scar between his eyebrows, as if he had a third eye.

It was the great elder of the sect, who named himself Sanmuzi!

This time, Sanmuzi got orders from above and came quickly. The only thing he needed to do was to find out who this senior master was!

"I, Sanmuzi, dare to ask fellow Taoist Kuyazi where he comes from and why he came to our Jiannan Sect!"

Sanmuzi looked at Kushan, clasped his fists and spoke.

There was no respect in the voice, but a hint of questioning.

Because there is a message from above that there is absolutely no such person in Jiannan Sect. This person is probably not from Jiannan Sect, and behind Sanmuzi there is the entire Jiannan Sect, many elders who have heard the Tao, and there are three swordsmen, so naturally he Full of confidence.

"Are you questioning me?"

At this moment, an old voice came from the depths of the dry mountain.

Immediately, the boundless gray mist inside the dry mountain turned into rolling waves, condensed sound waves, and turned into an unimaginably powerful pressure that descended instantly.

Sanmuzi's feet sank, and his entire ankle instantly sank into the earth and rocks, and his face turned pale.

He only felt that this pressure was too much for him to bear. If this pressure did not dissipate, he would probably collapse and die soon.

"Fellow Taoist, are you provoking me, Jiannan Sect?"

But at this time, Sanmuzi still had his own pride in his heart, and he immediately spoke coldly.

"Jiannan Sect, so what?"

At this moment, the old voice came out again, and the boundless gray mist condensed instantly, which contained the changes of the artistic conception of time and descended instantly.

Chu Yan's original body, above the artistic conception, has reached the level of refining comparable to Wen Dao. At this moment, with the help of the gray mist of the withered mountain, the artistic conception of time and the ancient aura descended instantly. This pressure is not something that ordinary Wanxiang Daquan cultivators can resist.

"Together!"

Feeling the horror of this pressure, the three-eyed man roared instantly.

Behind him, seven old men attacked at the same time, and their momentum instantly rose violently.

These eight people are all Wanxiang Daquan!

And at this moment, the boundless gray mist turned into an illusory palm and pressed down fiercely!

"Puff!"

The eight Wanxiang Daquan cultivators all spurted blood and retreated, their pale faces full of horror.

"You youngsters are not qualified to talk to me, let your parents come out and talk!"