There were endless explosions on the snowy plain, fists and palms were flying in chaos, and there was chaos on the Guniu hill.
Not only had someone forced their way into Da Xueping where Xuanyuan Dapan was located and killed dozens of guests, but now all the servants and retainers were shocked to hear that the weak and powerless scholar from the big room had used unknown means to kill Xuanyuan, who was most likely to become the head of the family. Jingxuan.
How dare a scholar who is even afraid of killing a chicken dare to kill someone!
It wasn't until the steward of the main house carried out Xuanyuan Jingxuan's body that everyone realized that Huishan was about to change.
The third house is dead, and the eldest house has killed his brother. After today, the position of the head of the family will inevitably fall to the second house, Xuanyuan Qingzong.
I thought that the overall situation was settled, but before the rest of the Xuanyuan family had time to join the second room, they saw the scholar who even the maids looked down on in the past came out of the courtyard of the second room alone. Behind the scholar lay a corpse with bleeding from all its orifices. Who else could it be if it wasn't Xuanyuan Zongzong?
The whole place was in an uproar!
Who is a guest in this big family who is not a human being?
The good-for-nothing scholar in this big house has been holding back for twenty years just for this one day?
Due to internal and external troubles, is the Xuanyuan family going to change?
"It's time to take a closer look at the top and bottom of Huishan Mountain." Xuanyuan Jingcheng glanced in the direction of Daxueping, then turned around and headed towards the Qingding Pavilion.
Now that there is a mountain ghost master, he no longer needs to forcibly improve his realm to fight Xuanyuan.
It's just that the Xuanyuan family has long been rotten to the core. If they want to bring order to the chaos, the only way is to remove the bones and heal the wounds.
Dark clouds hung low on the snowy plains, and there was lightning and thunder.
There was a roaring sound, like thousands of horses galloping.
Longhu Mountain is adjacent to Huishan Mountain. Naturally, such a strange sight cannot be hidden from the Tianshi Mansion.
Hundreds of yellow-robed Taoist priests woke up from their trance and looked out in horror.
Several sky thunders as thick as pillars hung straight down, and the network of flames seemed to dye the outline of the Guniu into blue-purple.
The power of heaven is brilliant.
There is such power on the snowy plain!
Could it be that the ancestor of the Xuanyuan family is fighting with others?
In front of the Jade Emperor Hall, the main hall of the Tianshi Mansion, stood two Taoists.
Wearing a yellow robe and a purple coat, she is extremely noble. She is none other than Zhao Danxia, the current head of the Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain.
Another old Taoist with a beard and hair like snow, an air that floats out from the dust, and a vague hint of the longevity sect that has attained the Tao, is Zhao Xiyi, the old heavenly master of the previous generation.
Zhao Xiyi, who was awakened from his Qing cultivation by the sound of thunder, put his hands in his sleeves and said with emotion: "Since Xuanyuan Dapan lost to Qi Xuanzhen at the Demon Slaying Platform, his cultivation has not regressed in these years, but has become more and more refined."
"Look at this momentum, Xuanyuan Dapan has been in the celestial realm for several years. Although he cannot draw the purple thunder with his hands like Qi Xuanzhen, he can still stir up the wind and clouds and borrow the power of heaven and earth."
While the old white-haired Taoist was speaking, several more thunderbolts rolled into shape and crashed down. Suddenly, there were several loud noises, and the ground shook.
Zhao Danxia nodded, looking at the snowy plain covered with black clouds, and said: "It's just that dual cultivation is a side sect after all. Although it seems that it can ascend to the immortal sect, it is not the main path after all. The rolling thunder from the sky is just terrifying. After this battle, Hui Hui I’m afraid the mountain energy will be damaged.”
Zhao Xiyi stroked his beard and smiled and said: "But that's not the case. I heard from Danping that Sun Chang, the eldest son of the Xuanyuan family, borrowed books from him. He is proficient in the three teachings and is not a mediocre person. It's hard to say whether Huishan's Qi is declining or increasing. "
The two Taoist priests in front of the Jade Emperor's Hall were enjoying themselves and making comments from time to time. However, in the Xiaoyao Temple at the foot of Longhu Mountain, the slovenly old Taoist wearing a stained green cloth robe was frowning and scratching his head and ears.
Although the name of Xiaoyaoguan sounds good, at first I thought it was a fairy cave house, but in fact it is shabby, small and old.
The unkempt old Taoist priest was carefree by nature and couldn't stand the intrigues and rules in the Tianshi Mansion, so he simply left the high-ranking Immortal Academy and took over this small Taoist temple.
It wasn't much at first, at least it was still liveable when he took it over. Although it was a bit old, it could still provide shelter from the wind and rain.
Later, he destroyed the power of Nine Bulls and Two Tigers and accepted a disciple who was born in the Vajra Realm. This small Taoist temple suffered a disaster.
This apprentice was extremely powerful. If he moved his arms or legs, the small Taoist temple would have to cut off a pillar and turn it over to the wall. In just a few months, the roof tiles on it would have to be replaced no less than three times.
This young apprentice is more than just demolishing the house!
The already shaky Xiaoyaoguan was affected by the powerful force coming from the snowy plain. The roof, which had just been tiled for a few days, suddenly had two large holes.
Grandmaster, what kind of evil has he, Zhao Xituan, done!
This celestial phenomenon may not happen once every sixty years, so why should he happen to it?
If he had known that the little bastard was going to Longhu Mountain to cause trouble for the old bastard Xuanyuan Dapan, he would not have lent out the bamboo raft that he had woven by himself, unless he added two guan of money.
Is it possible to listen to the unscrupulous prince, change into a yellow robe, wear a fairy crown, borrow the handle from his nephew Zhao Danxia to look at the extraordinary-looking peach wood sword, and go to the foot of the mountain to tell fortunes to earn money so that he can repair the Taoist temple?
The old Taoist priest, who had always been carefree and regarded gold and silver as dirt, was holding on to a wall while the heavenly beings were fighting with each other. A voice came to his ears: "Old heavenly master, I don't know that on this snowy plain..."
The old Taoist priest who was least like a heavenly master came back to his senses, looked at the alluring face, silently recited "Three Five Du Gong Lu" to atone for his sins, and muttered in his heart: "Master, this good man has a longer body than his daughter." It's unjust to repay your daughter's face!"
"Old Master, what's going on on the snowy plain?" Emperor Murong Tong asked again.
Zhao Xi Tuan said "Ah" and no longer looked at this face that could only be seen in "Su Nv Jing". He turned his head towards Daxue Ping and murmured: "It's hard to say. Look at the momentum, there are about two people." Everyone has shown their true abilities, and they have a celestial demeanor."
"The young old Taoist can't understand it. I can only say that he is like Li Chungang back then. He is older and the Taoist knows better. That old bastard has no taboos in his life and is very thick-skinned. He really doesn't know what to do with his hands. It’s easy to say. Apart from the two ancestors on the mountain, who else on Longhu Mountain can stabilize Xuanyuan?”
"Hehe, but in ten years, my precious disciple might be able to beat Xuanyuan."
Daxueping
There were cracks all over the place, and pits ten feet deep were formed one after another.
shocking.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng stood far away, his face pale and his body shaky, as if he was about to fall to the ground at any time.
Her martial arts skills were average, but at this time, the wind and thunder were raging on the snowy plain, and the invisible air flow was constantly rolling up the sand and gravel. Even if she retreated again and again, taking hundreds of steps back, she was still unable to resist the impact of the fight between the two in front of her. The remaining power.
The land rolled, and endless piles of sand and gravel gathered into piles, resembling giant pythons. In an instant, they were tens of feet high, supporting the Xuanyuan disk straight into the sky.
Xuanyuan Dapan's hair is disheveled, his feet are on earth pythons, and his hands are holding thunder, just like gods and demons.
The diners on Guniu Dagang who originally planned to kill the hozen and disperse them gave up their intention of leaving.
Everyone was used to seeing big scenes, but at this moment they were also watching with swaying minds.
They all think that the legendary land gods are nothing more than this!
It’s no wonder that in the palace of the gods where Guniujiang descended, there was a saying that he could only enjoy the happiness on land.
"There are only a handful of people in the world who can compete with me, Xuanyuan Dapan, and you, a young boy, are not worthy of it." Xuanyuan Dapan gave a hideous laugh, which was particularly harsh in the howling mountain wind.
Jing Zhou sneered and said: "Xuanyuan Dapan, why bother to use words to embolden yourself? How much courage can this earth python under your feet add to your courage? How courageous can you be with a pot of wine? Li Chungang has two green snakes in his sleeves. Are you not convinced and just want to Get a two-legged python?"
"Your thunder skills are so sloppy, and they only look like bluffs. They are thousands of miles away from Qi Xuanzhen's Purple Thunder. They are not similar in form, and even less similar in spirit. If there really are monsters in this world, I don't think your thunder can kill you."
"I see you shouldn't call yourself Xuanyuan Bu Sheng, but change it to Xuanyuan Si unlike."
The two fought for more than a hundred moves, and Jingzhou was dazzled by the old guy's various methods.
There is nothing this old guy doesn't understand about the martial arts of Buddhism, Buddhism and Taoism, including fists, feet, swords, swords, guns and sticks. Even the dirty tricks without martial ethics can be used by this guy with ease.
Although he is a martial artist, he can still speak prophecies like a Taoist priest.
How is the word "博" so powerful!
If Xuanyuan Jingcheng had not fought tooth and nail, even if he had entered the realm of Confucian sage, he would not have been able to send Xuanyuan to the Western Heaven.
Hearing this, Xuanyuan Qingfeng, whose heart had sunk to the bottom of his heart, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
She thought it was funny, but she couldn't laugh out loud. If the giant python that was dozens of feet long at the foot of Xuanyuan Dapan crashed into Huishan, it would be enough to break the top of Huishan.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng's cheeks felt cold and he touched it. He looked up at the sky and saw raindrops as big as peas falling from the dark clouds.
One drop, two drops.
The rain became heavier and heavier, and it seemed as if there was a huge river flowing across the dark clouds.
She looked forward again, and saw that the heavy rain had reached the snowy plain, and was evaporated by the auras emanating from Jingzhou and Xuanyuan Dapan.
"Okay, okay, ancestor, let's see if you are always so tough-mouthed!" Xuanyuan Dapan laughed angrily, and the lightning in his hand and the giant python under his feet surged forward with great momentum.
Jingzhou grabbed his hands, and the raindrops in the air, together with the rainwater that had accumulated on the edge of the snowy plain, turned into two green dragons, rushing across the sky, hitting the giant python and the sky thunder one after another.
With two muffled sounds in succession, the Bullock descended into the immortal's mansion and instantly torn into pieces, flying in all directions with the two fighting as the center.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng's hands and feet were weak, and she staggered and was about to fall to the ground, but a hand quietly appeared from behind to support her.
"Qingfeng, I'm afraid there won't be any place to stand in this entire snow plain for a while. We might as well go down first." Xuanyuan Jingcheng smiled softly.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng shook his head and looked forward again. Xuanyuan Dapan's eyes were red and veins popped out on his forehead. His laughter became more and more wanton and rampant. The sound could be heard for miles: "Witherworm's little trick, it's nothing more than that. What's your excuse?" What about the water dragon formed by the right time and place? Isn’t it still unable to hurt the ancestor?”
"The water dragon can drown the yellow dragon, maybe it can drown the ancestor?"
"Hahaha"
"Hahaha"
Jing Zhou chuckled lightly and said nothing. Taking advantage of Xuanyuan Dapan's rhetoric, he jumped into the air and grabbed the Liutie Waterfall under the snowy plain. The waterfall turned sharply and formed a huge vortex.
Blue and purple light surged in the vortex, and a terrifying power overflowed. Then there was a roar of a dragon, the vortex suddenly exploded, and a giant dragon rose into the sky from the waterfall.
The dragon is majestic. A pair of dragon eyes that are as big as lanterns have electric light running in them. The dragon scales are lifelike. The dragon body exudes a simple and vast atmosphere.
In Huishan, hundreds of beasts shook.
Above the sky, the black clouds are getting thicker and thicker, and the wind and rain are swaying, like a catastrophe.
Everyone on Guniu Dagang was shocked, dumbfounded, and speechless.
Xiaoyao Guan The old Taoist priest who originally explained what celestial phenomena are to Xu Xianglong, Qingniao, and Murong siblings trembled in his heart and sat down on the ground.
Grandmaster, could that dragon on the snowy plain fly out from behind the Tianmen?
Looking at this power, he must be going through a catastrophe!
The old immortal Xuanyuan Dapan is probably going to kick his legs this time.
Riding a dragon to the west, even if he fails to become an immortal or a Bodhisattva, this old guy will still die in glory.
Xuanyuan Dapan's laughter stopped suddenly, and he was no longer as calm as before.
The power of this dragon is no less than that of a real dragon.
Even if the Celestial Realm can sense the emotions of heaven and humans and can borrow the power of heaven and earth, it is still not a god.
Taking water from Liudie Waterfall to create such a huge momentum, isn't this guy afraid that his Qi Sea will be exhausted and his realm will plummet?
Crazy, this kid is completely crazy!
What's the difference between killing a thousand enemies and damaging yourself by eight hundred?
"Since the water dragon can flood the Yellow Dragon, it can also flood your Xuanyuan market!" Jing Zhou raised his hand, and the giant dragon roared loudly, carrying the boundless power of the dragon, and rushed straight towards the Xuanyuan market.
Seeing that there was no time to hide, Xuanyuan Dapan gritted his teeth, pushed the hundred-year-old zhenqi in the sea of qi to the extreme, and smashed his fist at the mouth of the bowl against the dragon head.
boom!
The earth shook.
The entire snow flat was filled with mud and waves.
The knife-like aura raged in all directions.
In an instant, the ground seemed to have been plowed.
Hundreds of yellow-robed Taoist priests on Longhu Mountain felt a roar in their ears, and they could not hide the horror in their eyes.
This scene is no worse than the catastrophe when Qi Xuanzhen ascended.
After today, will Daxueping be three feet shorter?
After a long time, the world became clear.
The wind stopped, the rain stopped, and it seemed that the entire snow flat became quiet.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng couldn't wait to look forward and took a deep breath. Is Xuanyuan Dapan still alive?
Although the man's sleeves were torn apart, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and even his hair, which had turned from white to green, was all broken off, his chest was obviously rising and falling.
Half of Xuanyuan Dapan's legs were submerged in the soil, creating a groove a hundred steps long on the ground.
Taking a breath, Xuanyuan Dapan felt that his chest and abdomen were burning like fire, and his meridians seemed to be pricked by sharp needles.
pain!
Bone-piercing pain!
How many years has it been since he encountered this level of injury?
The last time he competed with Qi Xuanzhen was at the Dragon Tiger Mountain Demon Slaying Platform.
As for losing to Wang Xiu, Gu Jiantang and the like, they only lost one and a half moves, so how can there be any harm?
"If you can block one, let's see if you can block the second!" Jingzhou held his hands together and there was another explosion, and the six-fold waterfall rolled and surged with even greater momentum.
"You, how can you still use such a move!" Xuanyuan Dapan's liver and gallbladder were splitting. He only took one hard blow and his breath stopped. His internal organs seemed to be displaced. How could he dare to take the second blow?
How could he die before he could become a land god?
The roar of the dragon was just an explosion. Xuanyuan Dapan ignored his master's demeanor and swept straight away, fleeing in embarrassment outside the Daxueping.
How much is face worth?
How can it be more important than surviving a life?
When he becomes a land god, he will pay back the shame he suffered today twice as much!
