"Roar!" The roars of wild beasts startled everyone on the city tower, and they saw a group of black beasts rushing towards Jiankang City in the distance, which made people feel numb. When the beast tide arrived not far from the city tower, everyone saw clearly that it was a beast that looked like a tiger, but the long and dense curly hair on its neck clearly looked like a lion. There was also a layer of hair from the head to the back. Thick black armor.
"It turns out to be a black-armored liger beast that is good at attacking cities. It can control so many monsters for its own use. Master, could it be that the Murong family in the north is facing us?" Sun Youyue asked Lu Xiujing with a solemn expression.
"Yes, that young man should be the second son of the Murong family, Murong Zheng." On the city tower, all the disciples of the Qing sect on Maoshan Mountain have gathered here. The leader Lu Xiujing is wearing a purple robe, standing with his hands behind his hands, quietly looking at the black pressure The army of monster beasts, frowning slightly.
"Disciples, listen to the order and set up a defensive formation!" After hearing Lu Xiujing's order, Sun Youyue led everyone to set up a golden gang formation. The disciples turned their hands and made formations, and bright yellow formation flags were quickly driven into the city wall. , bursts of golden light flashed, and soon the flags disappeared.
Sun Youyue was carrying the Wuya Sword. He took off the jug from his belt and took a sip of strong wine. "Good wine!" After saying that, he threw the jug to Tao Hongjing who was aside. Tao Hongjing saw the chilly atmosphere and followed Gulu. He took a sip of wine and said, "Cough, cough...it's so spicy!"
"Boy, let's see how my master kills the enemy later, and learn from it!" Sun Youyue said with a smile. At this time, he flew up and stood at the top of the city tower, facing Murong Zheng from a distance. His clothes were flying, and he was holding a sword in front of him. , who is usually a bit slovenly, is actually extremely chic at this time.
At this moment, Murong Zheng stood up suddenly, looked at the ants at his feet, and said coldly, "Open the city gate, kneel down and surrender, or die!" The Overlord Eagle waved its golden wings and made a scream. .
What responded to him was a sword light. He blocked Sun Youyue's attack with a wave of his sleeve. Then his eyes turned cold. He turned his palm and took out a black token. After injecting a forbidden light into the token, the monster suddenly saw something in its eyes. There was a blood-red light, and he sneered and gave an order: "Kill!"
The black-armored liger beast let out a roar that shook the heaven and the earth, and rushed towards the city defense formation crazily. All the disciples of the Qing Sect drew their swords and made seals, and shouted in unison: "Attack!" One after another, golden light slashes filled with sharp energy Moving forward, the black-armored ligers rushing in front were immediately covered in flesh and blood, but the countless monsters behind them surged forward again. Their muscles and bones were rattling, and the black armor on their backs suddenly appeared. There was a layer of dim light, and the golden light was difficult to completely break through for a while.
"Bang, bang, bang..." A group of monster beasts rushed to the city tower and began to hit the formation crazily. The forbidden light that protected the city rippled, and the pressure on the disciples of the Shangqing Sect increased sharply. Upon seeing this, the soldiers guarding the city fired arrows to support them. However, except for some large mecha repeating crossbows that could penetrate the black armor of the liger, the other bows and arrows were of little use.
Sun Youyue stepped on the Qingyun Step. He tapped his toes, and countless spiritual energy in the surrounding air gathered crazily at his feet, condensing into blue clouds. Every step he took would form a mysterious trajectory, and his body turned into a residual path. In an instant, the shadow came to the sky above the group of black-armored ligers, waved his hand and slashed down with a sword light. A long and narrow ravine opened on the ground without warning. Countless ligers' bodies suddenly exploded, and blood mist filled the air. Buried in the ravine, the Yuanying realm monk was so terrifying with a casual strike.
Murong Zheng punched out, and a huge fist shadow instantly formed in the sky, like a golden shadow, extremely domineering. He said coldly: "Today is the day when your Qingzong lineage on Maoshan Mountain will fall."
Sun Youyue turned sideways to avoid the blow, secretly shocked that this person had already reached the middle stage of pill formation at such a young age. Just hearing that he was so arrogant, Sun Youyue gathered strength on his fingertips, and with a snap of his fingers, a white sword shadow as thin as cicada wings flew towards Murong Zheng with unrivaled will, and the Wuya Sword rolled up wherever it passed. A terrifying tide of spiritual power tore the space into a huge black hole. Murong Zheng snorted coldly and took half a step back. A black figure suddenly stepped in front of him and waved out his right palm. In an instant, a building was built ten feet in front of him. A huge barrier was raised, black energy steamed, and the Wuya Sword could no longer move forward.
Murong Bo, the fifth elder of the Murong family, was dressed in black robes, with gray hair and sunken eye sockets. His expression suddenly became fierce, and his five fingers turned into claws, trying to take the Wuya Sword back into his hand. Sun Youyue was shocked when he saw this, and stepped forward to draw the sword. But he found that the sword was stuck in a quagmire and was difficult to pull out.
"Junior from the Shangqing Dynasty, I have just broken through to the Nascent Soul, yet I still dare to do the same thing!" A majestic force penetrated Murong Bo's body into the sword, and the Wuya Sword flew back, whining, Sun Youyue made empty strokes with his hands, one after another The fresh air evolved into a Tai Chi pattern and condensed in the void. The Tai Chi pattern kept rotating, and finally it was only when the Wuya Sword broke through the fifth level that the huge force on the sword could be eliminated.
"Smelly old man, that's all you can do!" Sun Youyue sneered. He gently stroked the sword as if comforting a child, and Wuya Sword immediately stopped trembling.
"Then another move from me will be nothing more than this!" Murong Bo's whole body was full of black energy, and each skeleton howled in the dark wind and attacked Sun Youyue.
"Look, I'll cook you a bowl of glutinous rice balls!" Countless golden talismans flew out, forming a terrifying tide of spiritual power in the air. The talismans surrounded all the skeletons like a long golden river, and then ignited raging flames. , below, the younger disciples of the Shangqing Sect looked at the skeletons jumping left and right, floating up and down, and laughed heartily: "Uncle Sun, this little old man's skeletons are really like glutinous rice balls, giving us all Come and have a bowl!”
Listening to the ridicule of the people below, Murong Bo shouted angrily: "You are seeking death!" Black light flashed, and a black staff was held in his hand.
"All things in the forest!" All souls wailed for a while, and countless faces suddenly appeared in the sky. Their faces were distorted and their expressions were ferocious. They were happy, angry, sad, happy, greedy, angry, ignorant, and resentful. They all looked towards Sun Youyue and the people below. The disciples rushed away, and everyone felt terrified after seeing it. How many people had to be killed to develop such a vicious technique?
Seeing countless resentful spirits coming like a tide, the Shangqing disciples immediately poured spiritual power into the magic circle, "Roar!", sword rays gathered together to fight against the resentful spirits, and more monsters also took the opportunity to rush up. A shrill roar sounded, and the forbidden light in the city was extinguishing uncertainly, as if it was about to be torn apart. Tao Hongjing and other disciples felt the pressure like a mountain, and their faces turned red. They only had the cultivation level of the Foundation Establishment, and they faced Murong who was in the middle stage of Nascent Soul. Bo was like an earthworm shaking a tree. If it hadn't been for the support of several senior brothers in the Dan Formation Realm, he would have been swallowed up by the tide of beasts and evil spirits.
Suddenly, a mysterious light shone in front of everyone's eyes, and then a huge Tai Chi pattern rose in the sky from the tower. When those evil spirits encountered this Tai Chi pattern, they ran away like they encountered their nemesis, but the Tai Chi pattern turned faster and faster. After a while, the evil spirit was sucked into it, transcending reincarnation. The evil spirit that blocked the sky and the sun was instantly swept away, and the world returned to clarity.
"It's Master who made the spirit return to the void, it was Master who took action!" Countless disciples said in surprise.
The Shangqing Dadong Sutra is the foundation of all Taoist practices of the Qing sect on Maoshan Mountain. It has four levels of exercises: refining the Qi to transform Qi, refining Qi to transform into the spirit, refining the Qi to return to the void, and refining the void to combine with the Tao. They are all extremely mysterious, which can be said to be the wonders of creation that dominate the heaven and earth, and contain the unpredictable power of ghosts and gods. Many disciples with extraordinary enlightenment have spent their entire lives just refining the essence and converting Qi. Those who can practice this technique to the realm of refining gods and returning to the void, it is said that only successive masters can do it. As for the legendary refining the void Hedao, for thousands of years, only Wei Huacun, the founder of the Shangqing Sect, has cultivated to this level.
Just as everyone was relaxing, a crack was suddenly torn open in the space, and a figure suddenly descended on the formation, and then stepped down with a bang. With a bang, the Golden Gang formation collapsed, and all the disciples below the Dan Formation realm vomited blood. Countless monsters and monks from the Murong family rushed in. All this happened in a flash of lightning. Many Shangqing Sect disciples and soldiers had their heads removed before they could react, and their blood was scattered in the sky. Tao Hongjing suddenly heard a message from his back. There was a heartbreaking pain, and a liger made a deep wound with its sharp claws. For the first time, he felt that death was so close to him. Sun Youyue was so filled with hatred that he wanted to go to rescue his fellow disciples, but was tightly entangled by Murong Bo.
"How dare you!" Lu Xiujing rushed over just as the figure was about to massacre the disciples again. A white fairy sword swept over like a rainbow penetrating the sun. It was the Cangling Sword, one of the three swords of the Shangqing Sect. The figure did not dare to take the sword forcefully and flew into the air. Lu Xiujing took the opportunity to eliminate all the monsters that broke into the formation. The disciples once again raised up the formation to ban the light, and the situation stabilized.
"A hundred years have passed by in a blink of an eye, and the style of fellow Daoist Lu is still the same!" The figure was revealed. He was middle-aged, tall, with a straight nose, bright eyes, and a robe and armor. He was an extraordinary warrior. He was from the north. Juqu Xi Nian is the second elder of the Juqu family, one of the five great cultivation families.
"It's you. When did your Juqu family collude with the Murong family?" A trace of surprise flashed in Lu Xiujing's eyes.
Hearing this question, Ju Qu Xi Nian's expression suddenly became a little desolate, and he sighed and said: "The times are changing!" Then his eyes became a little serious, "Fellow Daoist Lu, you and I are old acquaintances. Today I hope your Shangqing Sect will not interfere with this matter. If you lead your disciples to withdraw from Jiankang City at this time, I guarantee that no one will have their lives in danger!"
"I didn't retreat in the battle in Beiyuan back then, and now here in Jiankang City, I won't even take a step back. If you hurt my disciple today, pay for it with your life!" Then he took the Cangling Sword and soared into the sky with a powerful force. Wind and thunder.
"Okay! Then today you and I will end the battle a hundred years ago!" Juquxi held the Soaring Snake Spear with high fighting spirit.
I saw that the sky was full of dark cracks, as if the end of the world was coming. This is the power of the monks in the realm of gods. Once you reach this realm, you can understand the power of space, and you can tear the sky apart with a single blow.
The battle with Juqu Xi Nian was in full swing, and the space behind Lu Xiujing was torn open silently. Two figures suddenly attacked Lu Xiujing with great power. Seeing that the magic weapon was about to be smashed down, Lu Xiujing shouted: "You two finally showed up. Come on!" As he spoke, two fairy swords suddenly flew out from the Golden Gang array below, one green and one purple. They were the other two swords of the three swords of Zhenshan, Qing Ming and Zi You. The two fairy swords were killing the two figures with a force that spanned the world. In desperation, the two had no choice but to withdraw their magic weapons to block the two purple and green swords. At the moment of collision, the spiritual energy in the air was instantly disordered, setting off a terrible storm.
"With good means and courage, he has already hidden his sword in the forbidden formation to ambush us. Master Lu is worthy of being the former leader of Nantian Shidao!" Two figures appeared in the void at the same time, and only their figures were visible. Somewhat embarrassed, one person's whole body was shrouded in a layer of black mist, and his appearance could not be seen clearly. The other person was lean and lean. They were the third elder of the Murong family, Old Murong Jue, and the second elder of the Hao Lian family, Hao Lianren.
"Three of the five major cultivation families in the north are here today. They really think highly of me, Mr. Lu!" Lu Xiujing said with a smile.
"It seems that Master Lu is very satisfied with today's battle, so let the three of us send Master Lu on his way!" Murong Jue snorted coldly.
"You still can't get rid of your old habit of being arrogant and arrogant, transforming into three things with one breath!" A clear shadow flashed by, and Lu Xiujing actually separated two other bodies exactly like her own, each holding a fairy sword, and The other three faced each other from a distance.
"How is it possible to incarnate outside the body and be in the realm of refining the void? How could your cultivation level break through to such a level?" Murong Jue's heart was beating rapidly. Among the three of them, he had the highest cultivation level and had reached the late stage of divine transformation. But just because In this way, the further he practiced, the more he realized that the gap between the two realms of transforming into gods and refining the void was as insurmountable as a chasm.
Lu Xiujing used his magic power, and golden beams of light fell from the sky, forming a huge golden cage that trapped the four people present. A loud sound came from the air.
"Today, Mr. Lu will do justice for God and will not stop until death!"
