Master Xiu is cultivating

In a confrontation, both sides suffered losses in the end. No one expected such a result.

That Zen cultivator was fine, he was able to walk on his own with support, but the young sword cultivator who was his opponent was not so lucky, not only his bones were shattered, but his cultivation base was completely destroyed, and he fell into a faint as soon as he left the ring.When the master of Dongling Peak came to pick up his own disciple, his face was gloomy, and he was completely different from the normal and peaceful peak master.No one doubted that if these uninvited guests dared to provoke him, he would definitely kill them on the spot without mercy.

Elder Xu sighed in his heart, and said, "Take this child back to heal his wounds first."

Although the elixir of bone healing and muscle regeneration can make him reconnect his broken bones, reconnect his meridians, and heal the blood hole in his chest, it can't make up for the young man's greatly lost foundation and cultivation. Generally holding a sword is still two things.

This sect competition should have been called a grand event in the cultivation world.

Whether it's for Ah Qi who fell into a coma due to his heavy injuries, or for the other dozen or so disciples who are still standing on the stone ring, it should be a day for them to shine in front of the world.However, for the continuation of the entire sect, they, the elders of the sect who were supposed to protect them, had to watch these disciples being involved in a cruel and bloody life-and-death struggle. The crowd bowed their heads in compromise.

Not only the silent master of Dongling Peak, but everyone's heart was full of fire. I don't know how long this will end.

It was clear that he couldn't bear it, but he had to bear it.

In the face of the rise and fall of the entire sect, no matter how proud a sword cultivator is, he will willingly bow his head and sacrifice his life with both hands.

No matter how angry Liu Jun was, he also knew that he could not make a move at this time anyway.

Silently looking at his son standing among the dozen or so disciples, he thanked Elder Xu and returned to the group of peaks with the unconscious disciple.

On the other side, the big man helped the blue and white monk who had suffered the backlash of the forbidden technique to get down from the ring, and he was also not at ease.

Although it was just that battle, it seemed that his side had already taken the upper hand. Not only did he seriously injure one of the top ten disciple candidates of Xuantian Sword Sect, but he also changed the perception of the combat power of sword cultivators in the cultivation world.What is invincible within the same level is nothing more than a joke in front of them. Letting the younger generation of Xuantian Sword Sect leave the field with serious injuries is enough to shake the attitude of those sects on Kefeng who were invited to watch the ceremony. A sect of faith.

But this is not enough, this is not enough.The result of this round was far below their expectations. Even the big man himself was dissatisfied, how could he satisfy the big man behind them?

As a questioning stone thrown by Wan Zongmeng, they represent Wan Zongmeng's attitude of putting pressure on Xuantian Sword Sect. They cannot retreat, let alone lose.Not only did he have to attack Xuantian Sword Sect by surprise in the first battle, catching these sword cultivators off guard, but he also had to fundamentally shake their position in the cultivation world.

It has been an undeniable truth since ancient times that those who gain the Tao will be helped more than those who have lost the way.

No matter how powerful this group of sword cultivators is, they cannot be enemies of the entire cultivation world.

Today, they will let this group of sword cultivators learn how to bow their heads and compromise with reality, and then gradually eat away at it, so that the glory of Xuantian Sword Sect will be a thing of the past.

Before today, this group of people probably never imagined that they would have a day to show off their power in front of the world's number one sect.On weekdays, these casual cultivators are like the lowest ants in the cultivation world. Who would pay attention to a group of insignificant characters?But it happened that such a group of casual cultivators who seemed insignificant and could not play a decisive role in the overall situation became a carefully laid pawn in the hands of those people.

Even the big man who has been in the world of comprehension for many years and has won many resources by means of calculations to get to where he is today, can't help but feel sincere admiration for this seemingly divine strategy.

He looks rough, but in fact he is as meticulous as a hair. While admiring, he can also recognize reality better than anyone else.

If a chess piece does not play its due role, what will be the result waiting for them?

You don't need to think about the answer.

The forces standing behind them are so conniving that even Wan Zongmeng is just a cover.The identity of the real principal is a mystery, and any monk around him has a strength that people like himself can't imagine.For such a big person, it would be no more difficult to crush them to death than to crush an ant.

As soon as he got off the ring, someone took over and helped the injured young monk aside, so that the big man could let go.

The big man withdrew his hand, his face was solemn, and he didn't say a word.

This group of casual cultivators have been together for a long time, and they have already cultivated an unspeakable tacit understanding. They can understand the meaning of the big man with just one look.Everyone's originally different expressions faded away, only the same solemnity remained on their faces.

It's time to go all out so soon?

Standing out from the Rookie Contest, joining Wan Zongmeng, and passing down superior exercises from above, their cultivation level has been greatly improved. All these seem to be beautiful, but in fact, every step is accompanied by death.

After a moment of silence, a white-clothed scholar who was originally scheduled for the second battle frowned, took a step back, and gave way to the person standing behind him.

Standing behind the scholar was a young girl. As soon as her figure was revealed in front of the crowd, there seemed to be a bewitching sweet fragrance in the air.With shyness on her face, she twisted her soft waist and stepped out from behind the scholar step by step, revealing her graceful figure.

This young girl seemed to come from a barbarian land, her exquisite makeup had an exotic style, but the attraction to everyone was not one ten thousandth of her graceful figure.She knew how to use her own strengths very well, but she covered the important parts of her body with a cloth as light as gauze, trying to hide her two white straight thighs and her slender and soft waist were all exposed.

On her delicate face was a girlish innocent and shy smile, but a large area of ​​skin was exposed on her body. The whole person seemed to be a contradictory body. When people looked at her, they couldn't help but feel red and their hearts beat faster.Thin gold chains hung everywhere around her waist, hands and feet, with bells on the ends of the chains, making crisp sounds as she walked step by step.

She bit her lip lightly, her white teeth lined her rosy lips, with a hint of grievance in her eyes, she complained softly: "Let someone come out now, don't you want to do it yourself in the next round?"

The big man said in a deep voice without looking sideways: "We'll talk about it after you win this match first."

The barbarian girl frowned and giggled: "It's not difficult, you just need to rest assured."

Her laughter was like a kitten's paw, gently scratching at everyone's hearts, and she had already sized up the rest of the Xuantian Sword Sect disciples in the blink of an eye, as if she hadn't found any interesting opponents. With a bit of regret, he looked back.

"In my opinion, all these people are not as good as you, they are just a group of young people who have just become Nascent Souls."

As the barbarian girl said, she leaned towards the big man with winking eyes like silk, and put her hand on his shoulder at the same time.

The other male cultivators knew how powerful she was, so they didn't look envious, they just heard her say softly, "If it were a different peak master who sat on the peak to watch the battle, they might be more jealous. "

The big man knows that the skills she cultivates are peculiar and can attack the mind. Even if she is not paying attention, she may be hit by the trick.But he still shook his head and said in a deep voice: "This is not a sword cultivator sent by a small sect. If you take it lightly and fail again, the adults will get angry—you know the consequences."

Although the young girl has a weak appearance, she is actually a true fearless character, which has long been widely rumored among casual cultivators.At this moment, after hearing this sentence, his expression finally changed slightly, and there was an unconcealable fear in his eyes.Not only her, but all the casual cultivators who listened to the conversation between the two had a bad look on their faces. They were constantly reminded that there was a sharp sword hanging on their heads, so how could it feel better.

Sure enough, when the barbarian girl spoke again, she restrained her frivolous expression and said, "Trust me, I will definitely not kill myself, nor will I drag you down."

After finishing speaking, he passed the big man, twisted his waist slightly, and walked up the stone ring amidst a burst of crisp and delicate bells.The large piece of exposed skin was as dazzling as snow, and some teenagers who had touched her subconsciously turned their eyes away, not daring to look directly at her.

This barbarian girl stood on the ring, with a slightly ashamed face, but her eyes were full of eyes: "This battle will be taught by the slave family, and I don't know who is willing to come and teach—"

Before the teenagers who turned their eyes away could react, out of the corner of their eyes, they saw a white figure rising from the ground beside them, like a crane in the sky, crossing the distance between the crowd and the ring, and then floating down.The barbarian girl saw him coming out more and more, her eyes lit up, and then she blushed under the gaze of the cold-eyed young sword cultivator, as if she was very shy.

The other party didn't care about her overly revealing clothes like his fellow sect, so he didn't look sideways, and said in a calm voice, "Xuantian Sword Sect Liu Junyi, come here to learn."

In the midst of the void, someone let out a light hey with great interest.

This voice did not disturb anyone in the group of peaks. The owner of the voice was invisible, and there was no fluctuation of Yuan power in his whole body. Relying on the supreme concealment technique, he hid in this world. Even the Sword Immortal in Void Return Stage couldn't find his trace.

In the void, dozens of people in power in the Wan Zongmeng quietly gathered in one place, their clothes fluttering, standing against the wind, and dozens of pairs of eyes watching the competition below.

It was a middle-aged swordsman who gave a light sigh earlier, with a sword on his waist. He laughed and said, "Interesting, who is this kid, and what does he have to do with Chong Yunzi?"

Among the group of people, he stood in the front position, obviously strong.Mu Tingzhong stood at the forefront, and behind him stood several masters of the sect, among them was Ye Hengzhao, the master of the Qingyuan sect, the largest sect in Kyushu.

He still looks like a young man in Taoist robes, and his cultivation base has already entered the stage of returning to the void. Standing with this group of older sect masters, he is not inferior at all.

The young people who are facing Wan Zongmeng casual cultivators in this arena are so similar to their goal of this trip, it is imperative to let them pay attention.Ye Hengzhao heard his companion asking questions with great interest, but his handsome face did not show any expression, his eyes were gloomy, and his gaze fell heavily among the peaks.

The competition in the arena didn't really mean much to them. The elders of Wan Zongmeng were hiding in the void. Discussed verbally.

"Hmph, I heard that under Chong Yunzi's sect, there is a direct disciple who is as precious as an eyeball. Could it be him?"

"No, Chongyun's apprentice is someone else, I have seen it before, but it's not the one right now."

"Hmph, that's weird. If this kid wasn't his disciple, why did he learn all the expressions and words?" After the man finished speaking, he saw that Ye Hengzhao beside him hadn't participated in the conversation, so he turned to him, He deliberately emphasized the tone and said, "About the goal of this trip, I am afraid no one knows better than Ye Zongzhu. Why don't you let Ye Zongzhu clear up the confusion for us?"

Almost all those who can have the right to speak in the Wanzongmeng are the great suzerains. Those like Ye Hengzhao who have a shallow foundation, are too young, and have never shown their strength are actually not valued by everyone.But in front of their master, this son is quite important, with a detached position, and sometimes his words are even treated with more caution than Mu Tingzhong, which makes many people in the alliance target him.

Seeing that Ye Hengzhao didn't answer, another person said: "The revenge of killing one's father is not shared. Sect Master Ye must have hated this Xuantian Sword Sect's sword cultivator to the bone all these years, and made a lot of preparations in private. Now he has won it again." The young master has blue eyes, working together with me, and having the opportunity to kill the enemy, how many relatives and friends do you have to kill to relieve the hatred?"

"Hahaha, that's right. It's not an exaggeration to kill his father for revenge. It's a pity that Chongyun is cold-tempered, entrusted with the way of heaven, cut off kinship, and has practiced Taoism for thousands of years. Not to mention being a Taoist companion, even his disciples Accept one, or let him watch them being killed in front of his own eyes, then you, Sect Master Ye, will be the ones who will get the real revenge."

Mu Tingzhong frowned slightly. These words were too harsh. They didn't like Ye Hengzhao for a day or two, but it was not wise to cause trouble at this juncture.

Just as he was about to speak, Ye Hengzhao finally said indifferently: "Whether he is a disciple of Chongyun or not, it doesn't make any difference to us. The personal grievances between Qingyuanzong and Xuantianjianmen are nothing to worry about, everyone. Just remember what the young master asks everyone to do, we will do it with all our heart, and don’t need to worry about anything else. I appreciate your kindness."

For the masters of these sects, these words are even more embarrassing.

Although they lead a faction, and now control more than half of the cultivation world, they still have to listen to someone's errands, be that person's lackeys, and even... they can even kill them at will, even worse than dogs!

What Ye Hengzhao said reminded them of this.

Someone asked back with a rather unsightly face, "Dare to ask Sect Master Ye to say this to represent—"

"Sect Master Ye is right." Mu Tingzhong interrupted, his tone was strong, unquestionable, his eyes were burning, and the man lowered his head, "It doesn't matter, what the young master said, we will do it Do it. No matter who the people on the field are, it has nothing to do with us, and the great cause of Wan Zongmeng cannot be ruined because of an unknown pawn."

Mu Tingzhong's prestige is not at the same level as Ye Hengzhao's. As soon as he made a sound, everyone immediately changed their minds.

Wan Zongmeng is now in the limelight, controlling most of the Fuli world, seemingly covering the sky with one hand, but in fact it is not relying on themselves, but relying on the mysterious forces behind them.

It's good that the mystical powers are here, but they won't be here forever.Those grown-ups are not only a mystery, but also have great plans. They don’t know their real purpose until now. They only know that once these grown-ups achieve their goals, they will leave the world of Fuli immediately.If the Xuantian Sword Sect is not willing to surrender sincerely by then, even if there are only a small number of sect members left, it will become an obstacle for them to unify the cultivation world.

The Mu Ting Center knew very well that this trip must be completed in one battle.The young master and the others should be bound by some rules, and it is inconvenient to directly intervene in things in this world, so they gave themselves this power and freedom.

It is also thanks to these grown-ups who only want the result, regardless of the process, that he has a chance to show his ambition.

Ye Hengzhao was right, no matter who it was, it wouldn't affect them.Anyway, after this battle, the Xuantian Sword Sect will fight against Wan Zongmeng forever, and it is really too difficult to make these sword cultivators bow their heads.

If their Wan Zongmeng wanted to establish their prestige, they had to be ruthless.

Just as he was contemplating, a vague fluctuation swept over their consciousness.

The faces of the people who were still communicating secretly in their spiritual consciousness suddenly changed, and they bowed respectfully to the void, and said in unison: "See the young master."

"Get up."

The young man's voice sounded directly in their minds, with a tone of alienation, "Tell me about your affairs, how are you doing?"

Mu Tingzhong bowed: "Returning to the young master, everything is going according to plan. Zhuo Jing has cooperated with others in Yuntianzong, controlled the master of Yuntianzong, and resolved the stubborn resistance of the disciples. There will be no one in the cultivation world to compete with Xuanzong." As long as we follow the plan, we can force the Xuantian Sword Sect to bow down and hand over whoever the young master wants."

"Very good." The young man's voice seemed very satisfied, and he praised, "Do well, I won't treat you badly."

"Yes."

Then the palpitating fluctuations faded away, and everyone in Wan Zongmeng looked at each other, but they didn't feel relieved.

This kind of power that makes them feel afraid from the soul is really disturbing.I thought that after practicing the superior skills, my strength has greatly increased, and now I can look down on the entire cultivation world. Even if I can't catch up with these adults, at least I can get closer.I don't want to think that the higher the cultivation base, the more clearly aware that the gap between the two sides is like a natural moat.

After a long time, someone let out a deep breath and said, "Leader, Yun Tianzong...should be very smooth, right?"

Mu Tingzhong felt the communication with his wife for a moment, and after reading the information, he nodded and said affirmatively, "Don't worry, everything is under control."

At this time, the other person seemed to be talking to himself: "As long as we proceed according to the plan, we should be able to successfully complete the tasks assigned by the adults..."

Mu Tingzhong subconsciously wanted to deny such an overly easy idea.

In his opinion, with Xin Yuan around, no matter what, it is impossible for his plan to be carried out so smoothly under his nose.As the headmaster of Xuantian Sword Sect, this person is very deep in the city, old and cunning, not to mention there is an unidentified Guixian hiding in the dark.In fact, their plan has been going smoothly so far, except for Elder Xu's sword just now, there has been no twists and turns.He also temporarily suppressed the unreliable feeling in his heart, and did not deny the suzerain's words.Maybe the Xuantian Sword Sect really sat there for too long and lost their vigilance, maybe it's all going as smoothly as they expected, and it's not surprising.

His shoulders and back were originally tense due to tension, but now he relaxed as soon as his mind relaxed.

Suddenly, clouds rose up among the peaks below, and the pure cloud-type sword intent of the young sword cultivator who was very similar to Chong Yun on the ring attracted each other and circulated non-stop.

Mu Tingzhong noticed the changes below, and heard a certain suzerain behind him exclaim in admiration: "Xuantian Sword Sect really has a profound foundation, like this, taking advantage of the sect's formation map, the combat power has suddenly increased, and our people want to win. It's not easy either."

Is this an opportunity?

Mu Tingzhong is not very sure.

Xuantian Sword Sect's mountain protection formation has never been opened in front of people, and the cultivation world is not even sure if there is such a mountain protection formation in the world's number one sect.Even if there is, sword cultivators have always fought with only one sword in their hands, and rarely resorted to external forces.If it is said that in this battle, in order to win the opponent, a junior in the Nascent Soul stage can borrow the power of the mountain protection formation with a single thought, it is too easy.

No matter what he thinks in his heart, the clouds below rise up, and the clouds between the peaks are filled, like a sea of ​​clouds.

The thicker the cloud, the stronger the ominous premonition in Mu Ting's center. Just when he was hesitating whether to make an early move, the East of the Sea of ​​Clouds suddenly burst into light!

I saw a huge green and black cauldron breaking through the clouds and mist from the canyon, soaring into the sky, roaring and making a blunt sound!

The giant blue and black cauldron was fixed in the air for a moment, and the next moment it was radiant, spinning rapidly around the original place.The giant tripod is huge, covering a large area of ​​skylight, and the hurricane formed by the rotation is even more powerful. The suction from the eye of the wind is very strong, and the surrounding clouds are sucked into it like a long whale swallowing water!

In just a few breaths, a sky-reaching cloud tower rose from the ground, with the sound of wind and cranes, and the roar of thousands of beasts, rushing straight to the sky, straight into the sky!

Thousands of fairy artifacts in Tianbing Gorge let out the roar of tigers and dragons, struggling upward inch by inch from the mud that had been buried for thousands of years, shaking off a layer of rusty soil on the sword body with each struggle.The immortal soldiers have been silent for tens of thousands of years, just waiting for the next sword master, some can get it, some can't wait, now they can all break out of their sheaths at last, no need to wait any longer!

Thousands of sword cries converged into one place, and together they became a long, carefree chant that resounded through the world!

As soon as the thousands of swords come out, countless sword qi shoots through, as if calling friends and bringing friends, one after another, they turn into sword lights soaring into the sky, and fly towards the cloud tower hovering soaring into the sky!

After being tempered by Tianlei, the immortal soldier who had been conceived and raised for thousands of years in Tianbing Gorge turned into a long silver dragon at this moment!

The silver dragon headed towards the hurricane cloud tower without turning back, and threw it at the big blue and black cauldron suspended in the center of the hurricane and turned into a blurred phantom. Such a peerless sword that has been baptized by heavenly thunder, tempered by heavenly fire, flew into the hurricane, and turned into flying snow and dust in an instant!The body of the sword disintegrated, the spirit of the sword shattered, and was swept into the wind without a trace, but this could not stop the fairy artifact in Tianbing Gorge from rushing into the cloud tower and throwing it at the giant green and black cauldron.

Without the blade, the hilt is still rushing upwards!

Losing its body, the weapon spirit turned into the true form that was born from the sword embryo, roaring and rushing upwards!

What's up there?There is a sky above, and a tripod above.

The true spirit of Canjian uttered the last sword roar in his life, and pushed the high-speed rotating blue-black cauldron, rushing towards the sky!

The premonition that had been vaguely uneasy in Mu Ting's center finally became real at this moment. His complexion changed drastically, and he didn't care about following Wan Zongmeng's plan to annex Xuantian Sword Gate step by step. Breaking through the hidden void, he shouted loudly: "Stop them!"

A group of suzerains broke through the air and looked at the cloud building that broke through the sky, with fear and anger in their eyes.

No wonder... no wonder so!

No wonder Xuantian Sword Sect always behaved like this, but they didn't react when they were provoked to the top. It turned out that they were here waiting for them!

No wonder they would fight against their Wan Zongmeng members one by one. It turned out that it was to delay the time so that people could complete the layout!

Mu Tingzhong's complexion was very pale. Others might not know why these mysterious outsiders were targeting Xuantian Sword Sect and Chongyun, but he had vague guesses.

Others may not be clear about the move behind Xuantian Sword Gate, but he is not confused!

Ye Hengzhao's expression was calmer than others, and when he rushed out of the void, he still had time to ask Mu Tingzhong: "Does the leader know what Xuantian Sword Sect is going to do?"

Mu Tingzhong glanced at him, met the young man's gloomy gaze, and felt bitter in his mouth: "They are going to reopen Shengxiantai..."

Xuantian Sword Gate built Tianbing Gorge, which contains a channel to communicate with the fairy world, which has not been opened since the chaos of the heaven and earth.For tens of thousands of years, the flying immortals in the door left their weapons here, not only for the benefit of future generations, but also for using the immortal weapons as the key to forcibly open up the two worlds again, so as to leave a way out.

No one knows who arranged this move, let alone how this road can be opened again.

Sword cultivators who have survived the catastrophe cannot stay in the world. They are excluded by the rules and must ascend to the fairy world.And after the passage was cut off, the trace of returning to immortality was absolutely gone. Who could have such a great ability to support the vast mana and exquisite spells that opened the Ascension to Immortal Terrace?

Only one person can do it—Xuantian Guixian.

That powerful Guixian who never showed his face after shattering the young master's golden body is in Tianbing Gorge!

It's just that this road to immortality, even in the Xuantian Sword Sect, can be regarded as a secrecy that is not disclosed by the sect. As an outsider, how does the master of the Vientiane Sect know about it?

Before Ye Hengzhao asked, Mu Tingzhong took the initiative to tell the inside story, "Don't forget, my wife is from Yuntianzong. Yuntianzong and Xuantian Sword Sect were the same sect thousands of years ago. The secret of Xuantian Sword Sect , how could you hide it from Yun Tianzong's disciples?"

What's more, Cheng Jian is also the daughter of the suzerain of the Yuntian Sect. It's not surprising that she knows the secrets of the sect better than ordinary people.This is the Road to Immortality, and even more so, the Immortal Terrace. Once the Guixian will fully open the Ascension Terrace and welcome his helpers, they will no longer have to think about completing this task!

When the young master's anger is vented on his head, not only the Wanzongmeng, but also the entire Wanxiangmen will be wiped out.

Mu Tingzhong had lost hope, but Ye Hengzhao said, "There is another way."

Mu Tingzhong asked: "What method?"

Ye Hengzhao's eyes fell far away, on the place where Chongyun was. His pitch-black eyes seemed to swallow all the light, without refracting any brilliance.

"kill him."