015 Chixiaotian
Pang Yue smiled bitterly: "I really don't know, kid."
The middle-aged man smiled and said: "You don't even know the name of the world you live in?"
Pang Yue said: "I only know that this world is endless and vast, and it is called the Sky Sea, and the Sky Sea is divided into the inner sea and the outer sea. The inner sea has four seas, southeast, northwest, and northwest... Ordinary Taoist monks will find it difficult to cross one of these seas in their lifetime just by flying. .”
"Ignorant!"
The middle-aged man hummed: "Looking at the extraordinary skills you practice, I guess it was inherited from a large clan, but I didn't expect that my knowledge was so limited."
Pang Yue took the opportunity to ask: "Senior, please clarify my doubts!"
He really wanted to know if the world he traveled to was related to the one where Tusita fell to the ground in the game of his previous life?
The middle-aged man said: "This world was created by the great power of the Chixiao Sect of Piaomiaotian in the ancient times, so it is called Chixiao. The world is divided into five regions: southeast, northwest, middle and middle. The sky and sea you call are just three continents in the east. It’s just a sea within a sea.”
Pang Yue's expression changed. He didn't expect that this world of cultivation would be so vast.
In the memory of the original owner, even if he was a major cultivator of the golden elixir, his scope of activities in his lifetime would only be to travel around the world, while for a Daoji cultivator, his three hundred years of life would be enough to explore the East China Sea alone.
His heart moved, and he asked again: "Senior, have you ever heard of Tusita?"
"No, which world is that?"
The middle-aged man shook his head.
"The kid occasionally browses in ancient books and doesn't know about it," Pang Yue said.
The middle-aged man asked again about the current situation in the East China Sea, and Pang Yue answered them one by one.
After asking, the middle-aged man was silent for a long time and then said:
"The fact that you can enter this place and wake up this residual thought of mine shows the bond between you and my Yuanyang Sect. I have been dead for hundreds of thousands of years. Logically speaking, I shouldn't be picky, but your qualifications are really... really poor. .”
"In my Yuanyang Jingshe, there is also a treasure house, which is the foundation for the revival of our Yuanyang Sect. It contains two parts of the Yuanshen Dao inheritance, nine magic weapons, and countless spiritual stones. If you agree to be my outer sect elder, Be responsible for finding true disciples for me, and I can ensure that you will be rich and worry-free throughout your life."
Pang Yue thought for a moment and asked, "As an outer sect elder, will I have no time to practice?"
The middle-aged man nodded: "Yes, you have to use all your time to help me find true disciples. But according to your qualifications, even if you spend a lot of heavenly materials and earthly treasures, you can cultivate to the late stage of Daoji in this life. It's the limit. Why continue to waste your time on meaningless things? You might as well find a few beautiful female cultivators, become Taoist companions, and train the descendants of the family. The descendants will join our Yuanyang Sect and inherit my inheritance."
Pang Yue pondered for a long time and said: "I'm sorry that it's hard for me to agree to my senior. The road to immortality is long and the road to immortality has stopped here. It's hard for me to be reconciled in this life."
The middle-aged man looked at him and said after a while:
"madness!"
"It's so stupid!"
"Are you going to be willing to do it myself if I put a restriction on your soul?"
Pang Yue smiled slightly: "It's a pity that treasure house, but senior may not have the ability to keep me!"
After saying that, his figure flickered and disappeared.
"Huh?"
The middle-aged man's expression changed slightly: "What a magical flying sword?"
Having said that, the whole body is filled with aura!
Yuanyang Jingshe seemed to be alive. Countless cracks appeared on the surface of the huge bluestone, revealing repeated dazzling white light.
The invisible sword passed through the confines of Yuanyang Jingshe from the inside out at the moment of birth and death, and flashed out.
Then, it disappeared into the vast deep sea.
Behind, the huge bluestone suddenly glowed brightly, and the white light illuminated thousands of miles in an instant.
Within a thousand miles, all living things were stagnant.
Only an invisible sword light, with a slight effort, cut through the spiritual machine and shuttled out.
"That's all, if you want to leave, I won't keep you. Maybe we can see you again someday."
The middle-aged man's voice sounded in Pang Yue's ears.
The next moment, a huge pillar of snow-white light rose from the bottom of the sea, and the water in the thousands of miles of sea was instantly boiled by the huge and vast spiritual power!
The dazzling snow-white light beam penetrates the sky and the earth, and the astonishing spiritual energy fluctuations spread out in all directions, and can be sensed by anyone within thousands of miles.
Including the Demonic Talisman Sect Teleport City, thousands of monks saw this vision from a distance, and they also harnessed the escaping light and rushed towards it.
In the beam of light, Yuanyang Jingshe rose out of the sea, floated in the sky, turned slightly, and disappeared.
Pang Yue sent the invisible sword out of the sea and appeared, looking back at the beam of light with a complicated expression.
The path of life is made up of countless choices.
It's hard to say whether he was right or wrong in missing the opportunity just now.
"It's not a good place to stay for a long time."
In the sense of spiritual awareness, it seemed that someone nearby was alerted by the vision and rushed here. Pang Yue moved and wanted to leave.
Suddenly, a voice sounded in the distance.
"Fellow Taoist, please stay!"
Not far away, five rays of escaping light flew wildly, approaching him straight away.
The leader took action directly, raised his hand and flew out three dark divine thunders, hitting Pang Yue.
Pang Yue was worried about the affairs of Yuanyang Jingshe. When he saw this, he couldn't help but laugh in anger.
The three divine thunders detonated instantly, and dark blue light overflowed, turning into three thunder clouds and covering Pang Yue.
Boom!
A loud noise rumbled across the sea.
Under the gloomy sky, drizzle was falling, and the electric light swam in the rain like a dragon or snake.
Taking this opportunity, five rays of escaping light surrounded Pang Yue.
Suddenly, the thunder light dispersed.
Pang Yue's body glowed with golden light and he stood in the void unscathed.
He has practiced the Dragon Elephant Demon Subduing Fist to the extreme. Although his physical defense power is not as good as that of a Golden Core cultivator, it far exceeds the Taoist realm.
He looked at the five people gathered around him leisurely, and said with a gloomy expression: "A few of you attacked me for no reason, but are you tired of living?"
Long Yanzi and the other five people were also looking at Pang Yue, and they were relieved when they saw that he was only at the third level of Daoji cultivation.
Although there is an extremely powerful body-refining method, as long as you don't fight at close range, you can always kill it.
"Did you kill my sister Long Ying'er? Where are the five friends of Zhushan?"
Long Yanzi stared at Pang Yue. He was the one who attacked Pang Yue with Guishui Yin Lei just now.
"I don't know Long Ying'er or the Five Friends of Zhushan."
Pang Yue bared his teeth and smiled, and two flying swords appeared in front of him, one with cold light and the other with red and white.
The sword light was like a spiritual snake coiling around his body, flying around him nimbly, as if it might fly out at any time.
He looked around the five people, as if he was wondering who to attack first.
The scribes who play Guishui Yinlei have perfect Taoist cultivation and are the most difficult to deal with.
The young-looking monk seems to have been seen in Boguzhai and has some connections with the Gu family.
The short, fat old man in colorful clothes had the worst cultivation level, and seemed to be only at the sixth level of Daoji.
The remaining two were wearing battle armor and masks, with chills all over their bodies. They had the seventh level of Daoji cultivation.
The other man was dressed in black, had a rugged face, and had the ninth level of Daoji cultivation. He was looking at him greedily, not hiding his murderous intent.
When Long Yanzi saw that Pang Yue was surrounded by five of him, still so carefree, he couldn't help but put away his contempt, concentrate on it, and become vigilant.
Xun Yuan shouted: "Did you cause the vision just now? Is the golden elixir relic on your body?"
The monk in black was impatient for words and said: "He is the only one within a thousand miles, who else could it be? Kill him quickly... The treasure hunt is important!"
After that, he took out a jet-black flying knife and slashed towards Pang Yue's eyebrows.
Pang Yue sneered, and with a flick of his finger, Dielianhua flew out and stopped the flying knife.
The Flame Demon's Immortal-Slaying Sword moved erratically and appeared in front of the black-clothed monk. It turned into a slender stream of red and white light and circled towards his neck.
Zheng!
The monk in black swung out a short silver staff and hit the red and white flying sword accurately.
But the next moment, his face suddenly froze, his eyes widened, showing an unbelievable look.
A thin trace of blood appeared between his eyebrows, extending downward.
The other four were about to take action, but when they saw this, they subconsciously stopped.
They saw the black-clothed monk's body split in two from the middle and falling towards the sea below.
Long Yanzi and the other four people felt a chill in their hearts. No one could see clearly how the black-clothed monk died.
"Let's do it together!"
Long Yanzi shouted loudly and took the lead to take action. He raised his hand and launched a Guishui Yin thunder as thick as a bucket, which hit Pang Yue directly.
The other three people also took action.
Then Pang Yue's figure flickered and disappeared suddenly!
All attacks hit the vacancy!
The two flying swords flew around in a flexible and ethereal manner, turning into the light of Yao Jiao swords and wandering around the field.
The cold sword light slashed at Qian Yufeng, and the red and white sword light slashed at Xun Yuan.
The sword light was faster than lightning, and the two of them hurriedly tried their best to parry.
Long Yanzi and the monks in armor opened their eyes wide and scanned the surroundings with their spiritual consciousness, trying to find traces of Pang Yue.
Suddenly, Qinghan's sword light accelerated suddenly, dodged Qian Yufeng's interception, sank into his eyebrows, flew out from the back of his head, and disappeared into the rain.
What followed was a dull sound of thunder.
Qian Yufeng's face was dull. He looked at Long Yanzi, opened his mouth, and seemed to say something, but his eyes dimmed and he died.
Sword energy and thunder sound.
The remaining three people's hearts were beating wildly, and they all regretted their trip.
Without saying a word, Long Yanzi suddenly pulled out a long black flag and shouted: "Come to me!"
Black mist billowed out from the long flag and spread in all directions.
Xun Yuan and the monks in armor flew quickly and approached Long Yanzi.
Suddenly, a brilliant sword light erupted. The red and white sword light suddenly split into four, two of which were left to entangle Xun Yuan, while the other two slashed at the armored monk.
Thick blue light appeared on the body of the armored monk, and he raised his hand and held a handful of cold sand in front of him.
The cold sand was as dense as mist, surrounding the armored monks.
An extreme cold spread across the air, and as the drizzle fell, it turned into ice crystals.
Even on the sea below, ice began to spread.
However, when he got the red and white sword light and entered the cold sand, he was as agile as a swimming fish, shuttling between grains of cold sand!
The armored monk hurriedly made a seal, and the cold sand suddenly gathered up and covered the body surface, forming another layer of armor.
The next moment, the red and white sword lights merged into one, quickly cutting dozens of circles around the armored monk's neck!
A sharp and harsh cutting sound sounded.
"Fellow Daoist Dragon, save..."
The armored monk yelled.
Before he finished speaking, a head with a helmet fell down.
The cold sand, battle armor, and body-protecting aura were all cut apart by the Fire Demon Immortal Slayer Sword.
On the other side, Xun Yuan used a fan-shaped magic weapon to resist the sword light while escaping towards the black mist at Long Yanzi.
Just as he was about to enter the black fog, he suddenly heard the miserable cry of the armored monk.
He turned around to look, but suddenly felt a chill on his neck.
From the corner of his eye, a transparent flying sword with blood stains flashed across his field of vision...
