People jumped out from behind the door one after another. They were all wearing blue clothes. Their clothes were noble and mysterious, which was different from this era. The appearance of both men and women was outstanding. Their postures were tall and straight, as bright as the bright moon hanging in the sky. , an unattainable magnanimity.
They all wore orchid laurel pendants covering their foreheads. Under the forehead rings, a faint golden bud could be seen between their eyebrows.
Gorgeous boots with gold moiré and jade belts around their waists. Their simplicity does not hide their nobility. Whether it is their clothes or their demeanor, they all reveal that they are extremely respectable people.
The leader among them is a young man with wide and flowing sleeves. He is dressed in white and has dark hair tied with a tall jade crown. His face is profound and slightly carefree, and an ancient blue jade sword hangs at his waist.
Although the white robe on his body looks simple, his clothes and shoes can be seen to be sophisticated and expensive, and his demeanor is even more extraordinary than the group of noble boys and girls behind him.
Under the sky and the tide, this young man looked quite handsome with his sword-shaped eyebrows flying and his lips as thin as a chip.
Looking at the cracked silver door, the man's brows darkened slightly, although his temperament was more calm than that of the group of young men and women who stood up.
But seeing this scene, his eyes still couldn't help but burn with anger.
His face was dim and unpredictable, his dark eyes looked at Balian, and he said in a stern voice: "Who are you?! How dare you destroy the Silver Gate privately!"
Baili quietly observed the leading man, who was born with a dragon-like appearance and a natural nature.
Moreover, the golden color between his brows is the deepest among the group, and the aura of immortality flowing through his body is also very similar to that of His Majesty the Emperor in Shifang City who suffered from thousands of cuts and pills.
Presumably, among these descendants of the Beichen Fuyuan Immortal Clan, he is the one with the purest bloodline.
Looking at the respectful and respectful attitude of the people behind him, it is not difficult to see that this person has a superior status among them.
At this point, Bailian was too lazy to make excuses with this group of people. He glanced at the man and said, "You are the descendants of the Beichen Immortal Clan."
Not a question, but an affirmative statement.
As soon as these words came out, a look of panic suddenly appeared on the faces of the young boys and girls who were originally so high-spirited.
According to the wishes of Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan, the war between immortals and demons will never end.
In ancient times, there was a world of demons entrenched in a world, and demon kings of all dynasties were eyeing it.
There are even generals who fell into demons and formed a faction of their own, tearing apart space with their hands and creating an eternal kingdom of darkness.
The immortal clan has a mission and has been fighting to the death with blood since ancient times.
As the sons of the Emperor Father, they shoulder the responsibilities of their own responsibilities, but under the protection of the Immortal Lord, they have been hiding in the Silver Gate.
The price for seeking stability is not to mention Beichen Fuyuan's name in front of outsiders.
Now that I was born, the first person I met revealed their identity in the first words...
They had been living in the Baiyin Gate for a long time and had long ignored the affairs of the six realms outside, so they suddenly became panicked.
Is it possible that in this eternity of time and space, the six realms have changed owners and new emperors have been replaced, and their Fuyuan lineage is no longer allowed to enjoy immortality?
The young man at the head frowned, but he was not as panicked as the people behind him.
He obviously has great prestige among the crowd. With a faint look, everyone suddenly became quiet and stood behind him in a dignified manner, not daring to lose their composure in the slightest.
Faced with Balian's words, the young man did not pretend to be cryptic, but instead admitted it openly.
"Yes, I am Jiang Huan, a descendant of Beichen's Fuyuan Immortal Lineage."
He nodded slightly, his eyes not arrogant and conceited: "Who are you from, and why can you open the Silver Gate? You know that destroying the Silver Gate privately is a serious crime!"
Bailian didn't say a word, just summoned the Tiance Junshan Sword and struck another blow towards the Baiyin Gate.
The roar of the Black Tortoise was heart-breaking, and the cracks on the door spread even wider.
"How dare you!!!" When Jiang Huan saw this, his entire face turned green. He drew out the ancient blue jade sword from his waist and pointed it at Bailian from a distance.
Seeing him draw his sword, a group of boys and girls behind him also drew their swords angrily in response, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
The Silver Gate was hit, and landslides and tsunamis apparently began to occur in the world inside the gate, making the world unstable.
The Xians wearing white robes flew out of the world in panic one after another. Their faces were angry and ugly, but they were also at a loss about the development of unknown events.
They have survived for hundreds of thousands of years in a world like a Utopia, where there is no disease, war, or death.
They don't even need to practice diligently, and the road to eternal life of ease and happiness is at their fingertips.
For so many years, the big world inside the Silver Gate has always been peaceful for them, and even bad weather is very rare.
Today's sudden change really caught them off guard.
Bai Lian raised his eyes and looked at this group of Beichen Immortals who were all nourished by the holy aura of heaven and earth in the Silver Sect.
Their brows are all smooth, their skin, flesh, and bones are as if they were made from heaven. The pure energy contained in each strand of hair is no less than a top-quality spiritual stone.
Even the descendants of the Beichen Immortal Clan, with their diluted bloodline, cannot be like this. Everyone's basic physique is like a chosen one.
It can be seen that the blessings the Silver Sect has brought to them cannot be inferred based on common sense.
But even so, this group of people have extraordinary blood talents, and everyone's bone age is basically more than 10,000 years old.
The leader who claimed to be Jiang Huan had a strong bloodline that was rare in the world. He could not even compare to Su Jing and Yin Baishuang, who were conferred the title of Three Sons of Heaven by the Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan.
He also looks very young in appearance, but his bone age is considerable, which is as long as 50,000 years.
Excellent bone bloodline and long bone age, but his cultivation level is not worthy of reaching the ninth level of soul robbing.
The group of boys and girls behind him looked extremely young, but their bone ages were all over ten thousand years.
Most of their cultivations are in the Takumi or Spirit-bearing realm.
There are a few people who look a little older and more mature in appearance, and their bone age is over 100,000 years, but their cultivation level is only on par with Jiang Huan.
Only a few of the Beichen Immortal Clan, whose bone age can compete with Jinxian Fengxu, has just entered the threshold of the Heshen Realm.
It's simply an incredible phenomenon.
There are laws of cultivation in the world. The lifespan of any monk who has passed through the realm of Soul Tribulation is no more than a thousand years.
The lifespan of monks who have transcended the two realms of tribulation and combined the realm of gods can reach up to two thousand years.
But the cultivation level of this group of people is far from matching the years they have lived.
Facing Jiang Huan's angry sword slash at him, although his spiritual power was astonishing, it rolled up thousands of waves on the sea.
But in the eyes of Bai Lian, who had just experienced a life-and-death battle with Jinxian Fengxu.
This sword has no follow-up power. It only shows the intention to fight but not the intention to kill. It is obvious at a glance that it is just a show of force on paper. Only someone with no combat experience can make such a sword full of loopholes.
Without even raising his eyelids, Balian struck out with a bolt of lightning. Jiang Huanru's tidal sword power suddenly collapsed like a receding tide, and he let out a miserable scream.
After all, Balian had a good temper and didn't break his personal sword.
The blue jade sword was knocked away, and Jiang Huan was tied tightly by lightning. His body was instantly paralyzed and he was unable to move.
When the elders of the Beichen Xian clan saw that Jiang Huan was captured so easily, they knew they were in trouble.
Among the white-clothed crowd, the one with the longest bones and the deepest cultivation level, a strong man in the Heshen Realm, gave a deep shout.
His spiritual power exploded into thousands of waves, his arms struck each other, a hurricane entangled his arms, and a thunderous sound erupted.
The moment both fists came out, a series of profound light patterns of the fists flooded out. In an instant, it was like the sky was opening and the mountains were falling, and the rivers were flowing back to the sea.
Opening and closing the stance, the two fists turned into majestic dragon energy, controlling the power of wind and thunder, roaring majestically.
Once he strikes, he will be extremely ruthless, and he will definitely kill Bai Lian here.
All the Immortals exclaimed in shock, as if they didn't understand why Elder Miao Wei didn't ask about the reason and identity, but killed him as soon as he took action.
The pressure as vast as the sea forced everyone to fall back hundreds of meters. Although they were doubtful, they could feel the anger of Elder Miao Wei, and no one dared to speak and interrupt easily.
Although the fists in the Heshen realm may seem shocking and terrifying, but they have not experienced real fighting, they are just superficial.
Balian has now completely condensed his own corpse beads.
In terms of physical body, a punch from the Heshen realm that was cultivated in Utopia like this was just a blow to the body, but it was just a breeze blowing on the hills, unable to shake the slightest foundation.
He stood there without moving a step, his body just tilted forward slightly.
Then he was like a ray of moonlight penetrating the glass-colored world, and his figure did not stop at all under the burning fist of the terrifying dragon energy.
Bailian appeared in front of the elder like a mysterious snake, with his body and movement free from dust. He softly pushed out with four or two strokes of his palm, and with a snap, he hit Elder Miao Wei's fists.
Bailian's body leaned forward in a wider arc, so that the shoulder blades on his thin back were clearly bulging through the wet clothes.
The lean body's muscles were tense and contracted under the soaked clothes, giving it a very powerful beauty.
The moment his palms and fists touched each other, an invisible and transparent energy burst out from Balian's tightened back, and his five cold and slender fingers suddenly tightened.
Elder Miao Wei's body shook, and he felt an indescribable feeling of drowning.
His face suddenly turned pale, and a roar suddenly erupted from deep within his body. The six spiritual power nodes between his arms exploded one by one, bursting out a terrifying spiritual power cyclone, twisting and twisting his arms like twists and turns.
He screamed, his arms collapsed miserably, and he flew backwards very far, and his body hit the sea hard, as if he hit the solid ground.
His body was ups and downs on the sea like a pebble floating in water, and it finally stopped after hitting dozens of splashes.
Above the sea, a group of disciples of the Beichen Xian Sect looked at the young man standing in the wind as if looking at a monster, and for a moment they forgot to breathe.
Jiang Huan, who had looked arrogant and unruly not long ago, looked at the crazy scene in front of him with a cold look on his face.
Elder Miao Wei, the most powerful member of their Beichen clan and the one he was most proud of, was actually severely wounded and thrown into the sea by a young man whose bones looked to be no more than two hundred years old in a single encounter?
Ancestor Jiang Huan entered the Silver Gate with the remaining immortal tribe during the war between immortals and demons, when all the immortals and gods fell.
In that barren and barren era, the path of immortality was in decline, and there were very few practitioners who could awaken their spiritual roots and practice, let alone become immortals in a single sitting.
It is a great blessing for them to be able to enter the Silver Gate and be nourished by the power of the Silver Gate.
He spent 50,000 years through tribulations and condensed his immortal body, which is already a symbol of great glory.
But what kind of vicissitudes has this world gone through? As soon as I go out into the world, I encounter this kind of monster that is so strong that it is unreasonable.
Jiang Huan calmed down and was sure that this person must be an evil cultivator.
Only evil cultivators can take shortcuts and quickly improve their cultivation by relying on evil techniques that are forbidden in the world and despised by everyone.
Their methods are strange, greedy and cruel.
I don’t know where this boy got the news about the Silver Gate, but he actually knew that he would be found in the northwest sea on the day of the solar eclipse.
I am afraid that I have a treacherous greed and want to take the Silver Sect as my own!
Jiang Huan looked at Bailian with an unkind look, subconsciously regarding this person as an enemy who wanted to invade his hometown, and his eyes were extremely cold:
"Since ancient times, there have been countless evil cultivators who have coveted the power of the forbidden nine gates, but their final fate cannot escape the word 'Heaven's Punishment'. What you did today is really not very wise."
Balian laughed and said, "Just because you have lived in the world inside the gate for hundreds of thousands of years with the glory of your ancestors' death in battle, you should rightly think that this silver gate belongs to you?
Even if Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan was here, he would not dare to say such words. "
Jiang Huan said angrily: "I, the Beichen clan, received orders from the Holy Will and guarded the Silver Gate here. I was just fulfilling my own duties and missions, and I thought I was worthy of heaven and earth.
Fu Yuan's name cannot be questioned or tarnished by a scoundrel like you. "
Hearing this, the smile at the corner of Balian's mouth deepened, mixed with a touch of sarcasm, as he looked at Jiang Huan who was speaking decisively.
He tilted his head and chuckled: "What a pure and powerful sense of responsibility and mission.
But as far as I know, the Fuyuan clan is born with the power of pure breath. Your mission is not to protect the Silver Gate. "
Jiang Huan's expression changed greatly, and he looked at Bailian with a complex look full of vigilance, and said in a voiceless voice: "How do you know the power of the pure breath of my Fuyuan clan? You... who are you?"
Originally, Balian was still hesitant about what he was going to do today.
But now that I saw Jiang Huan's reaction, I knew in my heart that these descendants of the Fuyuan clan were not ignorant of their abilities and missions.
They have passed down Fu Yuan's unique strength and talent from generation to generation.
But even so, they still chose the comfortable path of immortality arranged for them by Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan.
They enjoy peace in the world behind the gate without the baptism of war. Because they can live forever, they have a lot of time to waste.
Eternity is the norm for them, so there is no need to persist in practice. Even if they fish and make tea leisurely all day long, they don't have to worry about life, old age, illness and death in the future.
Even if they spend 50,000 years to overcome the tribulation, they will not be punished by any tribulation, and can easily cross the threshold between heaven and man.
He was even complacent and proud of it, thinking that it would take 50,000 years to survive the catastrophe and become an immortal, which was an extremely difficult task worth overcoming.
(ps: Another whole day of headache)
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