White Master Black Disciple of Cultivation

Dark black clouds piled up in the air without a single gap, and silver-white lightning bolts struck down one by one, as if something on the ground was attracting them.

Although the sky was already looking like a storm was about to come, the ground was eerily calm, not even a breeze.

Such rare visions in a hundred years naturally attracted the attention of countless people.Those who knew the inside story looked at a certain mountain gate from afar with envy in their eyes; those who didn't know the inside story stared blankly at the sky with wide-eyed eyes and mouth, as if expecting the arrival of a fairy.

But at this time, directly below the place where the lightning concentrated most, a white figure stood straight, his eyes closed, his right hand holding a sword pointing to the sky, his expression solemn and majestic.

With a click, the falling lightning struck a crooked tree not far from him, a foot-high flame rose, and the tree turned into ashes all over the ground in the blink of an eye.

Those who watched from the side were too frightened to breathe out, for fear that the sound of their breathing would attract thunder.

Seeing that lonely figure shaken by the bowl-sized thunder, with blood spilling from his mouth, Fire Dragon almost lost his mind, wishing he could step forward to help him carry the rest of the thunder calamity.

Perhaps anticipating Huolong's impulsiveness, the headmaster had sent six early Yuanying people around Huolong to keep him from messing around.

With such a posture, even a person in the middle stage of Nascent Soul would not be able to act hastily, not to mention that the fire dragon is only in the late stage of alchemy.

Just when the atmosphere reached the peak of tension, a thunderous voice came from a distance, "Jiang Muxuan of Jianmen! What do you want to do by accepting the demons as disciples!"

The closed eyes suddenly opened, and the white figure looked at the person coming, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, and said in a calm tone: "Empty talk is nothing, show evidence."

Seeing that Jiang Muxuan was severely bent by Luo Lei because of his distraction, the fire dragon could no longer bear the anger in his heart, and while the people around him were distracted, he flew up and glared at the person coming across the mountain gate, "Who is disturbing me?" Master's ascension? When there is no one in my sword gate!"

He Qingdi, the head of the Sword Sect, landed in front of Huolong, with his long sleeves rolled up, his silver sword out of its sheath, and a long cry, "The Great Elder of the Wumen Sect is safe, come here today, to observe or provoke?"

The great elder of Wumen who was pointed at by He Qingdi with his sword didn't panic at all, and threw a jade-colored ball towards the sky. With a bang, the ball exploded, and a dynamic picture appeared in the sky.

In the picture, the face of the fire dragon is clearly visible. Judging from his expression, it seems that he has fallen into a certain unconscious state, but the sword in his hand does not stop, and he seems to be fighting by instinct.

Just when the enemy's fist was about to touch the fire dragon's body, a trace of black air suddenly emerged from the fire dragon's body, wrapping around the enemy's body. In less than half a moment, the man turned into a mummified corpse without a sound.

If it was just one person, it could be explained as accidental, but as there were more and more mummified corpses on the ground, everyone couldn't help but gasped.

Demons... Fire dragons are really demons, only demons can absorb human energy and mana.

Huolong stared at himself in the picture, he recognized this scene, and the person who could record these processes from this angle could only be his... from the same school.

Scarlet eyes scanned the bottom, Fire Dragon seemed to want to find the person who betrayed him, but unfortunately it was in vain, everyone avoided his sight, as if he was some kind of scourge.

The Great Elder of Wumen was obviously well prepared, he took out a round bronze mirror with a sneer, and looked at the fire dragon as if he was looking at a dead person, "You may say that I forged Shadow Beans, I brought Wumen's Take a look at Zhenjing, the treasure of Zhenpai."

The bronze mirror flew to the top of the fire dragon, and the fire dragon who wanted to escape seemed to be imprisoned at the moment, unable to move his body, cold sweat slipped from his forehead, and his eyes showed sadness.

Just when everyone was staring at the bronze mirror, Jiang Muxuan made a move.

A stream of materialized sword energy slashed at Jianzhen Mirror, and with a click, the bronze mirror split into two pieces and fell straight down.

The great elder of Wumen who quickly caught Jianzhenjing showed a ferocious expression on his face, raised his clenched right hand, and said word by word: "Jiang Muxuan protects the demons and destroys my Wumen Jianzhenjing. This son should be punished! Justice!" The soldiers listened to the order and killed Huolong and Jiang Muxuan on the spot!"

The Wumen disciples who were waiting on the ground were the first to strike, and spells flying all over the sky rushed towards the mountain gate of Jianmen.

With a ding, the guard formation of Jianmen was triggered, blocking all spells outside the mountain gate.

However, no matter whether it is the people outside the mountain gate or the people inside the mountain gate, they all know that this situation is only temporary. As more and more people join this battle, it is only a matter of time before the sword gate formation is broken.

Huolong turned his head and glanced at Jiang Muxuan, who could no longer be distracted from taking care of external affairs, and He Qingdi, whose brows were wrinkled into Sichuan characters, gritted his teeth, flew to the edge of the formation, with blue veins on his neck, and yelled to the sky: " Don’t you just want my life? Just take it! Don’t attack Jianmen again!”

However, the offensive did not weaken. The Great Elder of Wumen didn't even look at the fire dragon, he just stared at Jiang Muxuan's figure, his eyes flashed with jealousy, "Take Jiang Muxuan, who knows if he is possessed by the demons!"

Looking at the jealousy, resentment and dissatisfaction in the eyes of those people, Huolong would not know that the ultimate goal of this battle is not him at all, but his master who is at the juncture of ascension.

He Qingdi's brows were loosened. Looking at his expression, he understood the purpose of these people. Without any hesitation, he raised his sword, his robe was blown by the wind, and the sound was like a bell: "Jianmen!" Disciple obey orders! This is a time of life and death, show the demeanor of the first sect, defend against powerful enemies! Guard the gate! Come on!"

As He Qingdi's voice fell to the ground, the formation of Jianmen shattered, and countless monks poured into the mountain gate of Jianmen, fighting with the disciples of Jianmen.

Huolong waved the sword in his hand, harvesting human heads one after another, and there were some wounds on his body from time to time, but he didn't realize it, his heart was already soaked without tears in his eyes.

Not far away, his senior brother, younger brother, uncle, nephew... all died.

No one would scold him for running around like a monkey, no one would look at him adoringly and say, "Uncle Master is amazing!", no one would wipe his tears while wiping his tears medicine...

The enemy is overwhelming, and Jianmen, which is less against many, is obviously in decline. After a while, the ground is already covered with a layer of corpses.

Seeing the people approaching Jiang Muxuan step by step, the tight string in Huolong's mind finally broke. He lowered his eyes, let go of the sword in his hand, and murmured: "Didn't you say that I am a demon, then I will Become a demon..."

Jiang Muxuan seemed to feel something, looked in the direction of the fire dragon, the emotion in his eyes could no longer tell whether it was sadness or regret.

The dark clouds in the sky seemed to be stirred by a big hand, making the already gloomy sky even darker. The wind was strong, and the dust rolled up attracted everyone's eyes, which brought a temporary pause to the stalemate battle.

Squeezing the heart out of his hand, the Great Elder of Wumen threw away He Qingdi's body like trash, and walked towards Jiang Muxuan, who was already at the end of the thunder tribulation.

What "a rare genius in a thousand years", "the youngest ascendant", "the light of the human race"...I want you to die by my hands today!

Just when he was full of ambition, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, raised his head to meet Huolong's strange blood eyes, the Great Elder of Wumen trembled in his heart, but immediately he laughed, just a person in the alchemy stage Demon, what is there to be afraid of.

But the facts proved that he made a mistake. The "mere demon at the alchemy stage" in front of him not only made him helpless to fight back, but even blocked the other two people at the late Nascent Soul stage with great leeway.

The out-of-control situation caused the Great Elder of Wumen to panic for a while. Fortunately, he has rich experience, and he can see that Huolong's realm at this time has been raised abruptly. Although it is powerful, its proficiency is not enough. As long as there are more people , the fire dragon is difficult to deal with.

It just so happens that what they need most now is people, the Great Elder sneered, and waved to attract a large group of people, causing them to scatter in all directions, slowly tightening the encirclement, aiming at Jiang Muxuan in the middle.

As expected, Huolong had a hard time coping with it, making mistakes frequently.

Looking up at the swirling clouds, the fire dragon who knew that Jiang Muxuan was about to meet the last thunder twitched his mouth, showing a bitter smile.

Sorry, Master, leaving you alone...

The fire dragon that appeared in front of the Great Elder of Wumen in an instant bumped into his fist that could break a mountain impartially. The feeling of being penetrated in the abdomen didn't seem to be as painful as imagined, or he was already numb from the pain.

The legs quickly wrapped around the arms of the Great Elder of Wumen, the fire dragon stuck his body, and appeared in front of another person in an instant, with five fingers in the shape of claws, ignoring the person's attack, and stabbed straight through the person's body.

With the two people who kept attacking his body, the fire dragon who had become a blood man appeared in the huge crowd in the blink of an eye. With two bangs, the hands and legs of the fire dragon exploded at the same time as the two people, and the pieces of flesh flew all over the sky. The impact caused more than half of the advancing team to lose.

How could it be so easy for a monk in the Nascent Soul stage to die? Everyone looked at the two Nascent Souls flying out of a cloud of dust, and breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Before he breathed a sigh of relief, some people with poor mental capacity already vomited profusely when they saw the inhuman meat ball following the two Nascent Souls.

Huolong was unaware of his own situation at this time, he only had the white figure standing like a pine in his eyes, and anyone who wanted to approach that figure was his enemy, however, he had no limbs at this time, so he You can only bite with your mouth and hit with your body.

Go to hell, as long as I have a breath, I will bite your throats and drink your blood dry!

With a bang, the last bolt of lightning fell, the dust flew up, the dark clouds gradually dispersed, and the golden sun shone on the world.

The world seemed to stand still, only Jiang Muxuan's slowly opening eyes were left in motion.

Stepping up to the pool of rotten meat on the ground, Jiang Muxuan closed the eyes of the fire dragon expressionlessly, raised his eyes slightly, and the people around the fire dragon exploded in an instant.

"Really, there is no one left..." Jiang Muxuan closed his eyes, raised his hands slightly, and a circle of burning flames rose up, surrounding the entire Jianmen.

A dazzling light fell, covering Jiang Muxuan's body, and an irresistible force pulled him up slowly.

The fire behind him grew bigger and bigger, and the warmth evaporated the tears in the corners of his eyes, but his heart felt like falling into an ice cave, forever lost.

The author has something to say: the full text has been rewritten, and the originally planned long story has been changed into a short story. After filling this hole, I will start filling the hole in the entertainment industry.