Xue Tong woke up leisurely, not knowing how long he had been flying.
The fragments of land were only a few hundred feet wide, and they were traveling at a speed of ten miles per breath.
The sky is misty, with occasional clouds visible.
Xue Tong breathed evenly and felt that he was declining slightly. "The dark mass of Minhai, a million miles away, blew up Minzhou. The adjacent Youzhou and Mangzhou were probably not spared either. Yu'er and the others didn't know if they could escape. After this calamity..."
The edges of the fragments continued to peel off, and the remaining huge rock was pushed wildly...
The clouds increased in number, and the rumbling explosions of fragments falling to the ground were heard endlessly. Thousands of feet below, the vast land, as far as the eye could see, was filled with soaring firelight and diffuse smoke.
Xue Tong changed out of his broken clothes, felt the wind blowing from his feet, and rode the clouds away.
The smoke and dust that covered the sky were still clearly visible. Beasts were running wildly, birds were screaming, and the earth trembled heavily from time to time. There must have been huge pieces that fell to the ground and exploded.
Xue Tong traveled thousands of miles across the clouds, and the terrifying scenes gradually became distant.
The road was overcrowded with refugees, driving and riding horses in a chaotic mess, and the mid-air duck boats also flew past one after another.
A group of chariots and horses was quite conspicuous, guarding the heavenly beings, who looked at Xue Tong warily several times.
Xue Tong simply stopped by the road.
The horse's hooves beat urgently, and the Wusheng monk at the end of the team caught up, tightened the reins, raised his hands to Xue Tong and said: "Taoist Master, please give me any advice."
"Don't take advice seriously. The natural disasters in the east are terrible. Are you fleeing?" In a strange continent, the level of monks is not low, so Xue Tong is cautious in his words.
"Yes, such a terrifying fission of heaven and earth is unheard of. Yanfeng Kingdom is really making things worse. The Taoist priest is walking alone?"
"Well, our home is destroyed and we have nowhere to go."
"Alas, now I can only go to Yedu and take a step at a time." The martial saint monk sighed.
"The situation in Yedu..." Xue Tong said ambiguously.
While he was talking, a camel beast car passed by, the car curtain opened a corner, and a look glanced past.
Xue Tong had a vague feeling that the owner of the car was a female cultivator of the late martial arts sage.
"The situation in Yedu is not good, but the Yanfeng Kingdom should not collapse."
"Chen Cheng, stop nagging and leave quickly!" the young woman, the owner of the Tuo Beast car, scolded.
Chen Cheng motioned to Xue Tong to say goodbye and turned to greet others in the team.
Xue Tong casually took an ownerless horse and beast and followed the convoy.
Surrounded by mountains in the distance, Yecheng loomed, and the team finally reached the point where they could no longer move.
The swarming refugees almost filled the outskirts of Ye City.
On the slopes of the roadside, rocky hills and dense woods are all simple campsites here and there.
Chen Chengjia's team reluctantly found a steep slope, shoveled earth and moved rocks, and finally settled down No. 100 people.
"Ye City is closed, there are too many people."
"Taoist Master Xianyan gave the order, and King Yanfeng can only turn a blind eye."
"It is said that Taoist Master Xianyan is preparing to open an altar in Mojie Mountain to preach."
Opening a forum to preach?
Xue Tong inquired in detail and learned that Taoist Master Xianyan was in the late stage of Zhenfa and was the number one monk in Yanfeng Kingdom.
It's a pity that the immortal fate is about to end, and it has been unable to break through for more than a thousand years. It is already in its twilight years. Once the immortal passes away, the Yanfeng Kingdom will most likely collapse and be merged into the Yao Kingdom.
The last time he preached was eight hundred years ago.
"It's rare to have such a grand event, but we still want to see the late stage of Zhenfa." Xue Tong said to his heart.
Mojie Mountain.
The top of the mountain was flattened into a square of more than thousands acres.
Dozens of rows of futons can be used by a thousand people. Xue Tong noticed that a considerable proportion of the monks deliberately lowered their spiritual pressure and avoided sitting in the front position.
Xue Tong is in the third row.
The pulpit is majestic, and two monks of the True Dharma are seated.
The empty seat in the middle should be waiting for Taoist Master Xianyan.
To enter for half a day, you need to be at least a high-level heavenly being to listen to the sermon.
The sky turned dark and the square was almost silent.
Not long after, a red line suddenly opened in the east and reached the top of the square, and red clouds slowly descended.
The man on the cloud is wearing a robe of flames, his white eyebrows are lowered, and his face is like an ancient tree.
Taoist priest Xianyan.
Yanfeng Kingdom's Zhenfa, who was originally sitting upright, now opened his eyes and scanned the square Qianxiu.
"I preach, today I am talking about the "True Skill of the Flame God"" Taoist Master Xianyan sat down and said slowly.
He spoke softly and softly, but his voice was so clear that everyone around him could hear it clearly.
The monks in the square suddenly became slightly commotion.
The True Kung Fu of the God of Fire is a secret Kung Fu that Taoist Master Xian Yan has set up in his family. No one in the Yanfeng Kingdom knows the truth about it, yet he is preaching it today. Is it really like what is being said, and is he doing a posthumous act?
Xian Yan read a paragraph of the original text of the technique, then changed the topic and said: "Yao Country has been coveting Yan Feng for a long time. We monks should work hard to become stronger. Even if we are unable to resist them head on, we should secretly hinder them so that they will never be peaceful..."
He talked about all the misfortunes in the distant country, and then explained the true power of the Flame God.
It was so mixed that I talked for more than two hours.
The cultivators listened with great interest, but Xue Tong was secretly happy.
The Flame God True Skill and the Winged Fire Technique each have their own subtleties. The former is more comprehensive, while the Winged Fire Technique is more pure. When practiced to perfection, one's ability can surpass the true skill.
His real benefit lies in his understanding of the attributes of the Immortal Flame.
Xian Yan's anger towards Yao Guo gradually turned to attack Xun Gu, the strongest monk in Yao Guo.
By the time the sun sets, the Flame God's true power is halfway through its presentation.
"Xianyan's preaching is of great quality, and it really feels like explaining the aftermath." Xue Tong thought to himself.
"Boom~!"
A few miles away, a hill filled with people suddenly exploded violently.
A cold voice came from the dust and smoke, "Xianyan, your end is approaching, but you are unwilling to let go, I will help you and send you on your way!"
Light blue clouds are floating in the sky, and an old man in the clouds is wearing a green robe with crane embroidery and holding a blue Wangwang sword.
Xun Gong infiltrated into the crowd of people listening to the sermon, but finally couldn't help but take off his disguise and launched an attack.
Xian Yan's expression was solemn, and the situation in front of him seemed not to be completely unexpected.
Xun Deng could wait another hundred years for Xian Yan to fall and clean up the mess of Yan Feng, but in this case, the wealth accumulated by Xian Yan for thousands of years would inevitably be lost. It would be better to complete his efforts in one battle, not only killing Xian Yan to subdue the crowd, but also Seize their treasures to satisfy your needs.
The cultivators in the square knew that the two had a lifelong grudge. They dispersed with a roar and rushed to all sides. The battlefield was instantly empty.
As the crowd slowly dispersed, Xue Tong caught a glimpse of the camel beast cart owner he met on the road, walking side by side with a young man, behaving in an intimate manner.
Xun Gu was deeply satisfied and landed in the center of the field.
Immortal flames soared into the sky, supported by red clouds, and his robes swelled like flames.
A huge phantom of a hand ignited into the sky in mid-air.
When the Immortal Flame Technique is activated, the palm of the flame spurts out flames and instantly transforms into a dragon, with its head held high and its beards, claws, and scales lifelike.
The Yanlong was parading in mid-air. Wherever it passed, the rock bricks below were all cracked and scorched black.
Xun's blue sword shines brightly!
The strands of blue light are like substance, condensed into a twenty-foot-tall crane, with its wings spread out and its neck stretched out, roaring high-pitched.
"The old man's magic is very good, but it's a pity that it's still inferior to my divine crane!"
Xianyan didn't even talk to him, and just quoted the magic formula.
Dragon and crane fight!
The flame dragon spits a pillar of flame from its mouth and swings its claws violently.
The thunder crane's sharp beak suddenly opened, like a huge sharp pillar, thrust straight into the dragon's head.
"Pa~"
The dragon's claws hit the crane's beak, and flames and thunder fell like raindrops.
Yanlong tilted his head, opened his mouth and bit the crane's mouth.
Lei He raised his feet, the crane's claws sparkled with lightning, and grabbed him by the waist.
The flame dragon's huge tail swept across and collided with the crane's wings.
Xian Yan's originally angry face flashed with pain, and his Fahai suffered a huge impact, as if it was about to be shattered.
Xun Deng also felt very uncomfortable, but he knew very well that the Immortal Flame would collapse first!
As soon as the Immortal Flame True Kung Fu formula was released, the Flame Palm eclipsed and the mana output stopped.
"Boom~"
The flame dragon was grabbed at the waist by the thunder crane, and the fairy flames flew twenty feet upside down, and the flame palm hit the top of the crane.
The lightning fragments spattered away, and the weak spectators had to deal with several moves in a panic before they were injured.
"Xue's Winged Fire Dragon is still too far behind at the moment." Xue Tong silently thought to himself.
Xun Deng laughed and said: "Xianyan, you are about to die. You could have faced it calmly, but you have caused another trouble and ended up with an impossible ending!"
"Not necessarily!" Xianyan spat out blood and semen into his palm.
The flame palm was rekindled.
The magic formula he whispered made everyone's heart beat faster.
Xue Tong didn't know the meaning of the formula, but an involuntary burning heat rose from the bottom of his heart, as if he was in a sea of fire.
"Zira~"
Seven strands of bright red silk threads wrap around the divine palm.
Fire attribute crystal silk!
Xun's blue sword suddenly surged, and a crystal thread as thick as a thumb at the tip of the sword expanded and contracted, like a thunder snake's letter.
Crystal silk battle!
The cultivators in the square dispersed again like a tide, and Xue Tong also retreated hundreds of feet.
Xianyan waved his palms without hesitation, with a determined expression. In the final battle of the immortal journey, he did it knowing that he couldn't do it.
The lightning attribute crystal filaments were shot into the fire net.
"Boom~"
Xue Tong's eardrums hurt, and nothing could be seen in the bright light.
The huge force of the impact knocked it away.
Mountain peaks within a fifty-mile radius collapsed and were leveled.
Xue Tong got up in embarrassment and fled back to the battlefield.
Xianyan seems to have changed into a different person!
His face was ashen and his grace was gone, just like an ordinary man who had not yet breathed his last breath.
Xun Gong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, took away the Xianyan storage ring, and emptied the storage bag and sleeve pocket.
Xianyan remained motionless, only letting out a long breath.
His Fahai Lingqiao meridians are all broken, and the remaining life is passing quickly. Yanfeng Zhenfa, who was sitting next to him before, is watching from a distance, not daring to take half a step forward.
Several figures fell beside Xun Gu.
"The Immortal Flame is dead, and the Yanfeng Kingdom will be merged into the Yao Kingdom. From now on, anyone who does not follow the rules will be killed!"
The white-faced Yao Guozhenfa shouted loudly.
"Whether it's Yan Feng or Yao Guo, it's just a name. You don't have to worry about it. You can get used to it over time." The red-faced Yao Guo Zhenfa added.
"If you don't want to go to a distant country, why don't you just leave?" Monk Yi Yanfeng asked boldly.
"According to the usual rules, the deadline is one month, and the identity plates left behind will be replaced." Bailian Zhenfa added.
People in the venue gradually dispersed.
"Identity plate?" Xue Tong was a bit puzzled. He didn't understand the rules of the New Territories. Everyone has an identity plate. When buying a hotel or buying a house, making a large purchase... all of these things require a nameplate. Without one, it is difficult to move forward.
"Taoist master, are you going to stay or leave?" The voice interrupted Xue Tong's thoughts.
A handsome young man, followed by a female cultivator.
"Chen Cheng is from your family?" Xue Tong asked.
"Well, I was traveling in a hurry that day. I hope my sister will be lenient with her rude words, but I will be strict with others."
Yan Zijie became the Martial Saint, Xun Zhi won the battle, and the explosion blast blew him and Yan Zichun farther away.
When Yan Zijie saw Xue Tong approaching, he suddenly realized that this person was extraordinary, so he stepped forward to talk to him.
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