Cultivation of Immortals Lu Yuan

Chapter 41 Heroes Gather ([-])

far away.

In the illusory mountains and seas, mirages spread, fish and dragons dream.

Among the clouds, two black shadows flashed, watching the distance from afar.

"Did you see, Buddhism, Jianzong, and Xianmen have come together."

In the depths of the void, a figure suddenly flashed, then disappeared, reappeared, repeatedly, flickering.

"Hmph, this is troublesome, but our goal is not the stone of all return. There are too many people and the water is muddy, but it will help us to do things. It's okay, it's okay."

Beside him, a coffin suddenly appeared horizontally, exuding a ghostly aura, and that unknown voice came from the gloomy coffin.

Hearing the words, the flickering figure stopped suddenly. It was a black-haired, short-cut man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and an eagle pattern carved on his face. It’s really amazing, it moves without a sound. It’s indeed written by Empress Scarlet.”

There was silence in the coffin for a while, and a faint voice came out: "Where, it's not as miraculous as your Shadowless Steps. In the magic way, everyone knows that Nangong Sui, the master of the Shura Pavilion, has a set of Shadowless Steps. In the world, come and go freely, no one can stay."

Asura Pavilion, the eagle pattern is their symbol.

"When will the people from the Gouchen Yaozhai and the Chiyue family arrive?" the eagle-patterned young man asked suddenly.

"It's coming soon, wait for the miasma to dissipate, and it will not be so thick, that's the time to enter. At that time, each will use his own ability to snatch the treasure. We must not fight among ourselves."

"That's natural."

The eagle-patterned young man replied: "Naturally, there should be no infighting. Go and handle your business, and I will lead the Shura Pavilion disciples in immediately."

"Be careful yourself." The coffin replied, and disappeared in place with a whoosh.

"..." The eagle-patterned boy suddenly looked at the disappearing direction of the coffin, and remained silent for a long time.

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Wangui Xiandao.

noon.

The direct sunlight drives the demonic barrier, and the miasma arrives at this moment, as if it happens at regular intervals, and slowly disperses.

"It's time!" shouted a disciple.

"The time when the miasma is weakest every day is noon! If you don't enter at this time, when will you wait?"

Several chief disciples led their own disciples and flew towards the Wangui Immortal Island. In the distance, the Immortal Island was filled with mist, boundless as far as the eye could see, billowing with smoke and dust.

"Be careful!!! Although the miasma is weak, it's better to be careful!"

"Damn it, even though we chose the time when the miasma was the weakest, there are still so many miasmas."

Everyone sacrificed their own magic weapons to form a circle of light to counteract the miasma.

"Actually, this is not a miasma, but the Wangui Xiantian array laid down by the Wangui Tianzun. A part of the array is powerful and automatically intercepts everything."

Monk Zhiguang waved his hand, and a Buddhist circle of light appeared out of thin air, resisting the miasma, and the Buddhist disciples under his command breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, there is no Xuxian among us. Otherwise, it would not be as simple as miasma. Once Xuxian enters, the restriction will be triggered, and the vitality around the entire fairy island will automatically condense to form a sword array to bombard the intruders."

"That's right, the eye of the sword formation is the Divine Stone of Myriad Returns."

Suddenly, the wind and cloud changed, and miasma gathered on the entire sea surface, turning into a maze of layers, blocking them in front of everyone, as if endless, endless, layer upon layer, even the immortals would not be able to find their way.

"All returns to the Innate Labyrinth!"

"Finally met!"

Many disciples gritted their teeth, mobilized their mana, and gathered around their chief disciple.

"Next, enter the fairy island according to your ability. If you can't even enter the island, let's talk about snatching treasures, it's useless to make people laugh!"

Yi Wenguang shouted loudly, and a huge talisman suddenly appeared and jumped twice in the air. Suddenly, the divine light shone brightly and shone in all directions.

"Tianxu seal!"

Many immortal and Buddhist disciples looked sideways.

"It's the Tianxu seal of the Four Seas Sword Sect! This seal is not an ordinary seal, but an artifact for finding sounds and hiding places. It is good at tracking and hiding. Yi Wenguang is a disciple of Master Tian Xu!"

"The Tianxu seal was dispatched!"

The Tianxu seal is used to guide the way, and it is the treasure of opening the way. I saw that in the billowing miasma, it released a myriad of divine lights, ethereal, and opened up the right way.

"Let's not be weak, Shiquan Jinzhen!"

Lei Rudong yelled loudly, and ancestor Yuchi's magic weapon was sacrificed impressively! !

In an instant, a golden needle flew out from the palm of the hand, above the golden needle, vitality flowed, and before everyone could blink, they saw a world-defying golden glow, piercing into the miasma, breaking through the thick smoke, and seeing the sun through the clouds!

"The energy of the ten directions gathers in my body, and the golden needle points to it!"

Lei Rudong took another sip, and a burst of vigorous vitality shot into the golden needle.

The golden needle rotates twice, the world-defying golden light flickers, and the lasing is scattered in an instant, curled and condensed, and merged into a brilliance, and the direction of the brilliance points to the way forward.

The treasure that guides the way.

"The perfect golden needle can be regarded as a high-grade treasure. It can lead the way, and when necessary, it can also hurt the enemy by surprise." Several female disciples of the Four Seas Sword Sect praised.

The magic weapon of needles is the true love of female disciples.

On the other side, Buddhist disciples are also preparing.

"Zhiguang, let's go in too."

The head monk Zhide nodded: "Okay."

When the two of them were talking, they didn't notice the fierce light in Zhihe's eyes behind him.

At that moment, Zhiguang led all the monks from Du'e Temple to file in, and the miasma broke through with a snap of his fingers, without using any magic weapon to open the way.

"My God, what kind of magic weapon did they use? They are not afraid of miasma!"

All the disciples of Jianzong and Xianmen looked sideways and exclaimed.

"Hmph, small tricks, look carefully!" Lie Yantian didn't take it seriously, and then everyone saw that a string of Buddhist beads was emitting a faint brilliance.

A string of rosary beads is plain and ordinary, but there is a faint array spinning in it, and the surrounding miasma is completely inhaled.

"The magic weapon of the original wish, the mustard seed bead of Sumeru."

Monk Zhiguang explained that the clouds were light and the wind was light, as if he didn't care, but he didn't want to, but there was a commotion in the crowd.

"My God! Sumi mustard beads!"

"It's already a fifth- or sixth-order Japanese weapon!"

Many disciples shouted one after another.

"It is rumored that the Xumi mustard bead was created by the Supreme Headmaster of Du'e Temple, Zen King Jiantian himself. It turns decay into magic and poison into immortal medicine. No one can get close to the world's demons!"

"Awesome!" Although Lie Yantian was not convinced, he still admired him.

After all, no one of them can produce a solar weapon here, and a ninth-level lunar weapon is already at the peak level, such as Yi Wenguang's Dragon Sword.

And this Xumi mustard bead is a magic weapon five levels higher than the Dragon Sword!As soon as this treasure came out, it was extremely enviable.

Monk Zhiguang, it seems that in Du'e Temple, his status is not low, even very high.

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