Rebirth of Heavenly Reward

"stop."

An indifferent and lonely voice sounded, Yan Buhui flicked his sleeve robe, and the elder of Zixiao Palace who was about to make a move was forced to take a step back.The person who had just uttered nonsense just now was also hit by a strong force on his chest and abdomen, and he couldn't help but retreated a few steps, almost falling to the ground.

His eyes were glaring and his expression was arrogant. When he saw Yan Buhui appearing outside the palace gate, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes. Then he was emboldened by the many crusaders behind him, and he raised his sword and shouted:

"Zixiao Palace has done many evil deeds, Yan Buhui! What else do you have to say?!"

With his hands behind his back, Yan Buhui stood in the air, looking down at the various monks at the gate of the palace, with aloofness and indifference in his cold eyes, he hummed:

"I don't know what evil deeds there are in Zixiao Palace, but you don't know right from wrong, black and white, and you are bewitched by someone with a heart without knowing it. What is justice? What is morality? You ask yourself, and ask me here at this moment." Yes, how many people understand the truth?"

As soon as Yan Buhui opened his mouth, the noisy crowd gathered outside Zixiao Palace quieted down in unison. Zixiao Palace's reputation accumulated for hundreds of years and the deterrent power of Yan Buhui's God Transformation Realm cannot fade overnight.

Faced with Yan Buhui's questioning, those with a slightly lower strength could hardly bear it. Under the alchemy, they all involuntarily bent down and knelt down, trembling like sifting chaff. He raised his head and looked directly into Yan Buhui's eyes.

Especially the monks who rebelled from Zixiao Palace back then hid at the back of the crowd, hanging their heads and not daring to speak.

"Heh, Palace Master Yan, don't you think that Zixiao Palace is powerful and you are the most powerful cultivator, so you can do whatever you want, and the whole world will be afraid of you?"

Seeing that Yan Buhui's power overwhelmed more than [-]% of the monks, among the team that came to crusade against Zixiao Palace, the only monk in the late Yuanying period suddenly spoke.

Yan Buhui raised his head and looked in the direction of the voice, and his expression gradually became serious:

"Daoist Lingxu... Do you want to go through this muddy water too?"

Daoist Lingxu, the founder of Lingxu Palace, has reached the late Nascent Soul stage many years ago. At this time, judging from the faint fluctuating aura around him, he is very likely to be at the critical point of breakthrough, as long as there is a slight opportunity , can break through in one fell swoop.

Lingxu Palace is a good palace, and at the beginning of its establishment, it aimed to promote righteousness. Its reputation in Zhongzhou is second only to Zixiao Palace.

The appearance of Daoist Lingxu here has already explained the attitude of Lingxu Palace, and Lingxu Palace also participated in the crusade against Zixiao Palace, which made countless monks who didn't know why hesitated for a long time and chose to follow.

The power of Zixiao Palace is too great and too terrifying. Even though it has been detached from the outside world, it can't stand the scheming and calculations of those who are interested in it.

Daoist Lingxu lowered his white eyebrows, and his old face carried a sense of righteousness. Hearing Yan Buhui's questioning voice, he was silent for a moment, then shook his head helplessly:

"The old Taoist came here today, and he only asked one question, where was Palace Master Yan when all the immortal sects went to Linfeng to seal the Nine Nether Abyss?"

Yan Buhui pondered for a moment, then answered truthfully:

"My friend's life is hanging by a thread, and this seat has no time to spare."

Taoist Lingxu looked serious, and said coldly:

"Therefore, Palace Master Yan sacrificed great righteousness for small righteousness, and the lives of the people in the world are not as important as the palace master's friends. In this way, Zixiao Palace is worthy of the title of being the leader of the ten thousand sects."

Yan Buhui clenched her hands behind her back into fists, an uncontrollable anger rose in her heart, she frowned, and suppressed her anger and said:

"The fate of the people in the world is fate. Isn't the life of my friends not fate? Whether it is worth saving is measured by the number of people. The so-called benevolence, righteousness and morality in Lingxu Palace are nothing more than this!"

Daoist Lingxu frowned, and suddenly struck the ground with a dragon-headed crutch in his hand:

"It's not speculative! It's too much! Palace Master Yan is obsessed with obsession, and deserves the name of no regrets. If this is the case, there is no need for Zixiao Palace to exist!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Nascent Soul cultivators behind him were ready to go, facing the elders of Zixiao Palace.

"I want to see who dares to do it!"

Now that her face has been torn apart, Yan Buhui is not a person who compromises, no matter what, she is the person with the highest cultivation here, even if Daoist Lingxu and many Nascent Soul monks join forces, she is definitely not Yan Buhui's opponent .

The reason why Yan Buhui didn't go on a killing spree as soon as he arrived was because he wanted to see their attitude and was also wary of their back tricks.

She would never believe that these people came here just because of the justice in their mouths.

If they had no support behind them, even if Daoist Lingxu took the lead, these Central Province cultivators who were mercenary and valued their own lives would never participate in this seemingly hopeless battle.

The disciples and elders of Zixiao Palace who know Zixiao Palace deeply will not defect for no reason. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that there is a huge disparity in strength in this battle.

Therefore, the reason why they made such a choice was the reason why Yan Buhui couldn't do it easily.

Chen Yu brought the news from the secret realm of Zishan to Zixiao Palace two years ago, and Yan Buhui had long been wary of the so-called "Holy Emperor". Presumably, today, the truth will come to light.

Yan Buhui yelled sharply, and when all the cultivators were trembling, Daoist Lingxu snorted coldly, took two steps against the pressure, flicked his sleeve and robe, breaking Yan Buhui's coercion, and said coldly:

"Go!"

The several Nascent Soul cultivators who had been retreating due to Yan Buhui's coercion suddenly gained momentum. They looked at each other and struck out unanimously.

Yan Buhui was furious, and immediately struck out with a palm, attacking the Nascent Soul cultivator who struck first.Seeing the palm wind approaching him, he was suddenly blocked by a gossip mirror with an octagon on the outside and a round bronze mirror embedded in it, Yan Buhui's face darkened, and he looked coldly at Taoist Master Lingxu:

"You actually brought the Jade Void Mirror!"

The Jade Xuling Mirror is one of the top-grade spiritual treasures that is closest to a divine weapon. Its power is not inferior to the Zixiao Excalibur of the Zixiao Palace.And the Yuxu Spiritual Mirror is the main defense, and the Zixiao Divine Sword is the main killer. With the Yuxu Spiritual Mirror in hand, and with the late stage of Yuanying, the Daoist of Yuxu, who is close to the Dzogchen cultivation base, Yan Buhui will not use the Zixiao Divine Sword. Under the premise, it is impossible to kill Daoist Yuxu easily.

What a calculation!Yan Buhui secretly hated, who is that "Holy Emperor" who secretly stirs up troubles!

Because Yan Buhui was stopped by Daoist Yuxu, the group of monks who came to crusade against Zixiao Palace became more and more furious. As for the masters of Zixiao Palace in Nascent Soul Realm, if one person could not match them, the two would join forces to fight against them. , the few remaining Yuanying elders in Zixiao Palace were besieged.

Relying on the large number of people, the elders of Zixiao Palace were unable to break through in a short time. On the contrary, the group of Nascent Soul cultivators who came to conquer still had the upper hand.

"Shen Qiuhong! It's a pity that the palace lord treats you well, and you have become someone else's lackey!"

Elder Ziyi, who had reported the news to Yan Buhui in Zixiao Palace earlier, saw that a familiar face appeared in front of him, and immediately glared angrily, his expression as cold as ice.

The Xuanpao Nascent Soul mid-stage cultivator called Shen Qiuhong remained unchanged, with no trace of remorse in his eyes, he only said:

"Fight!"

The battle was about to break out, Yan Buhui's coercion was broken, and the cultivation of alchemy also fought with the alchemy disciples of Zixiao Palace.

Those who came to crusade, but were intimidated by Yan Buhui's coercion, the body-refining cultivators who crawled on the ground stood up and were ashamed and angry. At the same time, they counterattacked with a more ferocious posture, blocking the low-level disciples of Zixiao Palace in the palace and unable to escape.

All of a sudden, there was chaos outside Zixiao Palace, and people kept falling down, blood staining Zixiao Palace.

Roar--

Amidst the hustle and bustle, a thunderous roar suddenly burst out in the distance. Immediately, two bolts of lightning flashed into the sea of ​​people. Immediately, dozens of figures, like broken stones, were shaken back by a terrifying force and sent flying several times. ten feet away.

The sudden riot attracted the attention of countless people on the field, even Yan Buhui, Daoist Lingxu and all the Nascent Soul cultivators who were in the battle, all looked sideways.

On a clearing that suddenly appeared out of nowhere during the chaos of war, Liang Jin and Qing Shuang stepped on a blue long dragon at their feet, shuttling among the cultivators, and their swords would turn bloody when they rose or fell.

They rushed into the crowd of alchemy monks, just like hungry wolves entering the flock, completing a rich harvest.

"Qingshuang?! Liangjin?!"

Fen Xiuyan was the first to recognize Liang Jin and Qing Shuang, and he hated these two people to the bone!Therefore, as soon as they appeared, he immediately recognized their identities!Immediately, he flashed his figure, passed by, and headed straight for Liangjin and the two of them!

Yan Buhui and Daoist Lingxu slapped each other, Daoist Lingxu was not seriously injured by the power of Yuxu Lingxuan, but he couldn't help but retreated more than ten steps.

Yan Buhui showed a look of surprise with a little joy on her face. Seeing that Fen Xiuyan wanted to block Qingshuang, she snorted coldly, shrank her body an inch, and took a step forward. Burn Xiuyan.

Unexpectedly, Qingshuang said:

"Master, you don't need to do it yourself. Such miscellaneous fish don't need your respect."

Yan Buhui was stunned when he heard the words, Fen Xiuyan was not far away, he heard Qingshuang's words clearly, his brows and eyes were slanted, with a bloodthirsty ferocity in his embarrassment, he said in a hateful voice:

"I don't know how high the sky is!"

When Fen Xiuyan spoke, there was no ups and downs in Qingshuang's indifferent eyes. Yun'er jumped up, carrying Qingshuang on his back, and cast the space teleportation technique, and came behind Fen Xiuyan in an instant.

"People who show the sharpness of their tongues often die quickly."

As soon as Fen Xiuyan finished speaking, there was a lingering wind behind him, his complexion changed suddenly, his heart was beating wildly, but he had no time to turn around.

Qingshuang holds a spirit sword in her hand, and she is used to using it. The power of the spirit sword penetrates Fen Xiuyan's chest and abdomen, and the sharp sword energy invades his internal organs in an instant, but he is a Yuanying cultivation base after all. , nor can Qingshuang kill with a single sword.

Fen Xiuyan struggled to break free from the shackles of the spirit sword, and when blood gushed out of her mouth, she was waiting to escape, but Yuner suddenly opened her mouth, and a burst of icy dragon breath spit out from her mouth, freezing Fen Xiuyan into an icicle.

Qingshuang's expression remained unchanged, a sword fell, the icicles were torn apart, even the blood had been frozen into ice slag, the icicles collapsed, and no blood was spilled.