"who?"
The expressions of the six spiritual masters above all changed, and they all turned to look at the place where the sound came from.
I saw several figures appearing in the high sky to the south. Each one was wearing a white shirt and standing in the air. It was obvious that they also had advanced spiritual cultivation level.
The leader was an elderly man with a slightly stout figure.
The old man was born with a kind face and kind eyes, and his white hair was blowing in the wind. From a distance, he seemed to have a certain air of immortality. Only his slightly bulging belly added a touch of humanness to his otherworldly temperament. The smell of fireworks.
"Wen Dao Academy!"
Seeing clearly the standard white shirts worn by the old man and his party, one of the six spiritual masters in black couldn't help but exclaimed.
It turned out that the white-haired old man was wearing the clothes of Wen Dao Academy.
"The Seven-Star Saint boasted in Haikou that he would use the power of the 'Dark Temple' and the 'Seven-Star Pavilion' to compete with our Four Holy Lands." The white-haired old man said lightly, "But it turned out that he was targeting secular people? It's really admirable! "
"Old man, who do you think you are?" A stern look flashed in the man's eyes, "How can it be your turn to criticize the saint's words and deeds?"
"I, Liu Ji, am just the gatekeeper of the Wendao Academy." The white-haired old man chuckled, "But I don't even bother to do this kind of bullying of the weak and killing ordinary people at will."
It turned out that this white-haired old man was actually Old Master Liu Ji who guarded the gate of Wendao Academy.
"You ignorant old man!" The man in black grinned, his expression full of ferocity, "Since you like to meddle in other people's business, then go die with these ants!"
Before they finished speaking, a series of extremely domineering spiritual auras suddenly emanated from the six people, and fiercely enveloped Old Master Liu and others.
"General, please evacuate this place quickly!"
Faced with the overwhelming pressure of the Spirit Lord, Old Master Liu seemed unaware. He still stood in the air with his hands behind his back. He said to Yu Xuanji, Nangong Yu and others in a calm voice, "The next battle will take place." , it’s no longer your place to intervene.”
"Let's go!" Although Yu Xuanji was a woman, she had a very straightforward temperament. Knowing that she was unable to participate in the battle between the two holy places, she waved her right hand decisively and ordered to the soldiers behind her.
After all, the Zhenbei Army has strict disciplines and prohibits orders. The soldiers received the instructions and no longer paid attention to the spiritual clan bosses above. They only rescued the seriously injured Leng Qianqiu, and then followed the commander closely, slowly heading southwest in an orderly manner. Withdraw, drift away.
"You two go after him!"
Among the six people in Qixing Pavilion, the man in black seemed to have the highest status. He ordered the five people beside him, "The others will join me and kill this old man!"
The two people on the right moved and were about to chase in the direction where Daqian's army was evacuating, but they saw a white shadow in front of them, and they were already blocked by Old Master Liu.
"court death!"
The two shouted loudly and struck out with their palms at the same time. Their spiritual power transformed into a purple hydra and a three-headed dog shining with yellow light in the air, biting Old Master Liu fiercely from the left and right respectively.
"What a beast!"
Old Master Liu let out a strange scream, whether he was cursing the transformed spirit beast or insinuating the two "Seven Star Pavilion" elders. He clasped his hands together in front of his chest, and a majestic giant standing tall on the sky faintly emerged behind him.
The giant's hair was curled up and his eyes were closed. He sat cross-legged in the void, with golden light all over his body. There were hundreds or thousands of arms on both sides of the body. There was an eye on each palm at the front. Some made fists, and some Some turn their palms, some snap their fingers, some hold flowers, their postures are all different, exuding a mysterious and mysterious artistic conception.
The moment the golden Thousand-Armed Giant appeared, the two "Seven Star Pavilion" elders felt their hearts tremble, and their whole bodies were instantly enveloped by an indescribable terrifying pressure, making even breathing extremely difficult.
The body of the fat old man in front of them seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, giving the two of them an exaggerated illusion of having the sky above their heads and feet on the earth, making them completely unable to resist.
The peerless aura that can only be released by the most powerful suppressed the two spiritual elders with a condescending attitude, making them breathless.
Enter the Taoist Spirit!
The expressions of the six elders from the "Seven Star Pavilion" all changed drastically, and they finally realized that this "gatekeeper" was not an ordinary elder, but a peerless strong man who had realized his own way.
"Buzz!"
Old Master Liu's eyes were empty, and he made a loud and strange sound in his mouth. The Thousand-Armed Giant behind him suddenly opened his eyes, and two dazzling light pillars shot out from his eyes. Two of his Thousand-Arms stretched out, facing the Hydra and the The three-headed dog smashed it down hard.
The surface of the two seemingly ordinary palms suddenly glowed with brilliance, and then the volume skyrocketed, turning into two giant golden palms as long as a three-story building, and smashed hard on the two transformed spirit beasts.
"Ouch!!!" "Roar!"
Accompanied by several shrill screams, the hydra and three-headed dog released by the elders of "Seven Star Pavilion" were like monkeys at the foot of Five Elements Mountain. They were smashed to the ground, their form and spirit were destroyed, and they turned into little auras and scattered. Between heaven and earth, there is no resistance at all.
"This old man pricks his hand!"
Seeing that Old Master Liu was extremely powerful, the man in black realized that the situation was not good, and quickly called to the other three elders, "Come on shoulder to shoulder!"
The three elders nodded in unison, and then quickly appeared beside the two of them. The six of them stood in a row, and simultaneously released the power of the Spirit Lord, trying to work together to resist the terrifying pressure brought by Old Master Liu.
"Hum!"
Old Master Liu still clasped his hands, motionless as a mountain, and made a strange sound again.
The Thousand-Armed Giant in the sky suddenly opened his eyes again, and his three eyes released dazzling light at the same time. Thousands of arms beside him were waving in unison, like a Gatling gun with full firepower, aiming at the six "Seven Star Pavilion" "The elder slapped him across the head and face.
There are actually such masters in the "Wen Dao Academy"!
The six of them were about to resist, but were suppressed by Old Master Liu's powerful aura. Each of them was like a fish swimming under a cauldron or a turtle in an urn, unable to resist and with nowhere to hide. The horror in their hearts could not be increased.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
Thousands of huge palms of spiritual power fell on the six people like raindrops. Each blow was accompanied by an exaggerated and earth-shaking momentum. In a moment, the six elders were beaten to the ground and fell deeply into the ground. In the snow, each one was bleeding from his orifices, his breath was dying, and his appearance was indescribable embarrassment.
As the elders of the Holy Land, the six people from the "Seven Star Pavilion" were like children with no power to resist in front of Old Master Liu.
"Old Master Liu's strength is so amazing!"
A "Wen Dao Academy" master was dumbfounded and could hardly believe his eyes, "One against six, and he can still play with the elders of the 'Seven Star Pavilion'."
"With his strength, I'm afraid he doesn't have many opponents in the entire academy." Another master was also surprised, "Why did he willingly go to guard the mountain gate?"
"You two don't know something." A master next to him said with a smile, "Old Master Liu's strength can definitely be ranked among the top three in the entire 'Wen Dao Academy', and he is still above Master Ning and Master Ran. So he went to guard the mountain gate because his path is somewhat special and he needs to observe the behavior of as many people as possible. It is said that the constant flow of visitors at the mountain gate every day is of great benefit to his cultivation."
"That's it!" Upon hearing this, several other people suddenly had a look of surprise on their faces and nodded.
"I thought there was going to be a big battle, but I didn't expect that when Old Master Liu took action, there was no place for us to use him." The old Master laughed and said, "You can't bother him with everything, so leave the finishing work to me. stop!"
After saying that, he raised his right hand slightly, and his spiritual power transformed into a red firebird with a tall stature and formidable momentum in the air. It pounced on the six "Seven Star Pavilion" elders buried in the snow. It took the lives of six people completely.
However, midway through its flight, the menacing Firebird suddenly became stagnant, its color gradually faded, and finally it completely dissipated and disappeared without a trace.
"Master Zhang, why are you..." One of the academy elders turned to look at him in confusion. Just as he was about to ask, his eyes suddenly widened with a look of horror on his face.
The man who released the firebird, Zhang Fuzi, had a dark complexion and bleeding from all his orifices. He swayed slightly and fell directly from the air.
But where he was standing, a black figure suddenly appeared.
This person looked to be about thirty or forty years old, with fair complexion and handsome appearance, but his eyes revealed a ferocious aura that could not be concealed. On the chest of the red robe, there was a red and white Tai Chi Yin and Yang diagram embroidered on it.
"who!"
Everyone in the "Wen Dao Academy" changed their expressions, and they all took a step back. At the same time, they all displayed their unique skills and hit the man in black who suddenly appeared.
"It is said that among the Seven Holy Lands, the Master of Wen Dao Academy has the best temper." The man in black grinned, with a hint of cruelty flashing in his eyes, "Sure enough, the rumors are the most untrustworthy!"
With him as the center, thick purple smoke suddenly filled a radius of 20 feet, and the sky became hazy for a moment. Even with the cultivation level of several Master Spirit Masters, their eyes could not penetrate the purple smoke and see ahead.
"No, this smoke is poisonous!"
In the misty smoke, the scream of a master from the academy suddenly came out, and then, accompanied by bursts of wailing, white figures fell from the sky one after another and were embedded in the thick snow, each one Their faces were purple, their eyes were red, they were covering their throats with their hands, and they kept making "hehehe" sounds in their mouths. Their faces were extremely distorted, as if they were experiencing unimaginable pain.
"Are you also a member of the 'Seven Star Pavilion'?" Old Master Liu's eyes sternly stared at the direction covered by the purple smoke, his expression no longer calm.
As a top expert who has comprehended the Great Dao, he can naturally feel that the other party also has the cultivation level of a Taoist Spirit Master, and his strength is most likely not inferior to his own.
The purple smoke gradually dissipated, and the handsome face and slender body of the man in black were once again revealed in the sky.
"My name is Yu Heng." The man in black had an evil smile on his face and looked at Old Master Liu as if he were looking at a dead person. "It's not wrong to say that he is from the 'Seven Star Pavilion', but... Don’t compare me to these trash below.”
This man in black turned out to be Yu Heng who was carrying the "Five Poison Body" and slaughtered the entire Luohe Village with cruel means!
"Has the 'Seven Star Pavilion' fallen to this level?" Old Master Liu frowned, obviously very dissatisfied with Yu Heng's words, "All of our companions are so indifferent and ruthless."
"Hypocritical old man!" Yu Heng sneered, "Gathering in groups is something only weak people do. What does a truly strong person need for companions?"
"Since you have become possessed by the devil, there is nothing more to say." Old Master Liu sighed, shook his head and said, "Let's settle the matter that hurts you all!"
After saying that, he closed his palms again with a "snap", and the dimming Thousand-Armed Giant behind him once again shone brightly, reflecting on the snow-covered ground, reflecting a dazzling light, and the vast power filled the world, every day. Every inch of air seemed to be bearing a huge force, and even the space seemed to collapse.
"The old man has his wits about him!"
Feeling the shocking momentum emanating from the Thousand-Armed Giant, a hint of surprise flashed across Yu Heng's eyes unconsciously, and he exclaimed, "It looks like we can have some fun."
"Hum!"
Old Master Liu shouted loudly, and the Thousand-Armed Giant suddenly opened its three eyes. Hundreds of arms were like a swarm of bees that had been pierced in their nest, overwhelmingly attacking Yuheng. Every giant spiritual palm passed by. Everywhere, a loud "crack" sound would erupt, as if the heaven and earth were shattered.
"good."
Yu Heng laughed, and pushed his arms forward flatly. Two groups of thick green smoke spurted out from his palms and poured forward continuously.
Green smoke floated into the air, and suddenly changed shape, turning into a terrifying giant snake with countless heads.
Each snake head opened its bloody mouth, revealing two fangs, and kept spitting its tongue, facing the golden palm of the giant without fear.
The thousands of palms of the Thousand-Handed Giant and the many heads of the green basilisk collided hard like sparks hitting the earth.
The earth-shattering momentum that was imagined did not appear. With the violent impact of the golden giant palm, the green basilisk collapsed at the touch and soon turned into a ball of green slurry.
A trace of contempt flashed in Old Master Liu's eyes, and he was about to say something taunting. When he looked up, he saw a strange smile suddenly appear on Yu Heng's pale face.
Old Master Liu's heart trembled, and his attention was instantly focused to the top.
It was too late, but it was so fast that I saw that instead of falling away, the green thick slurry firmly adhered to the surface of the giant's palm, climbed up the rock along the golden arms, and went straight to the giant's body.
What a powerful poison!
Feeling the rapidly declining spiritual power in his body, Old Master Liu's face suddenly became very ugly.
…
The sunshine in winter is short but precious.
It was just after noon, and there was not much warmth from the sun in the imperial city. There was a hint of coolness in the air, which seemed to remind people that it was time to add clothes.
Zhong Wen was leaning lazily in the corner of the yard, holding a slender leaf in his mouth. He was still wearing a coarse white shirt. He didn't know whether it had never been washed or he had prepared many of the same style.
On the small and exquisite wooden table next to it, there is a pot of tea and several plates of colorful snacks. A delicate woman in the costume of a palace official is bending her slender waist and carefully adding hot water to the teapot.
"Sister Wan'er, is your age this year?" Zhong Wen asked with a smile to the delicate female official.
As he spoke, he twisted his back and tried to turn over, but his whole body slid down involuntarily and almost fell under the table. His appearance was indescribably funny.
The female official whom he called "Wan'er" covered her lips with her bare hands, trying hard not to laugh out loud. She coughed lightly and said, "Xiaguan is already twenty-one this year. I'm afraid she's a little older than you, sir." .”
"How is that possible?" Zhong Wen pretended to be surprised, "Sister Wan'er looks like she is only twenty-eight years old. Brother, I have seen countless girls and I have never misjudged her. You must have been exaggerating on purpose, right?"
"You are so young, but you are so sweet-tongued. You must be very popular with girls, right?" Wan'er couldn't help but laugh out loud, "No wonder even His Majesty..."
Halfway through her words, she seemed to realize that something was wrong and stopped talking, but she could not hide the smile in her eyes.
After all, she was young. Although she was in the palace and developed a cautious temperament, and was praised for her youth, her pretty face could not help but shine brightly.
Mr. Zhong has a kind-hearted nature and extraordinary appearance. His Majesty has caught his fancy at a young age. He is definitely a rare talent. If you can devote yourself to him...
Secretly glancing at Zhong Wen's delicate face, Wan'er's heart moved, and a slight blush appeared on her fair face unconsciously.
In this era when women's status is extremely humble, a woman's lifelong happiness often depends on whether she can marry into a good marriage, even for a noble court lady like her.
Young men with good tempers, good looks, and status like Zhong Wen can be said to be rare. They are like having the words "golden turtle son-in-law" plastered on their faces. For those who are almost past the age of marriage, To Wan'er, nature is full of attraction.
"Sir, you..."
Women who are over twenty years old already know how to use their beauty to close the distance with men. Wan'er's eyes flashed, her delicate body bent slightly, and she was about to approach Zhong Wen and whisper softly in his ear. After some flirting, a white silhouette suddenly jumped out from outside the yard.
Chen Yuluoyan's appearance, exquisite and graceful figure, her voluptuous waist tightly wrapped by a pair of red apron, with a delicate long sword tied around her waist, made her look heroic and extraordinary, with a white skirt in the early winter. It was slightly swaying in the wind, adding an air of immortality to the already graceful figure.
What a beautiful woman!
Seeing the appearance of the person clearly, Wan'er's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, and an uncontrollable feeling of shame surged deep in her heart.
Being able to be selected as a palace female official, Wan'er's beauty is naturally not bad. However, when compared with the woman in white in front of her, she suddenly felt like a sparrow meeting a phoenix, which made her unable to have any thoughts of competition.
"Is it over?"
Seeing clearly that the person coming was Jiang Yushi, Zhong Wen put down the tea cup in his hand and asked with a smile, "Is the conversation with the new emperor still speculative?"
"Yes." Jiang Yushi nodded slightly, glancing at Wan'er who was next to Zhong Wen without saying a word.
"Sister Wan'er, you should go and rest for a while." Zhong Wen felt reassured and said softly to Wan'er, "I have some things that I need to talk to Silly...Miss Jiang alone."
Even though he knew Wan'er was older than him, he still insisted on calling her "sister". He didn't know if it was because he met too many "sisters" after coming to this world, which gave him a strange feeling. Rebellious mentality.
"Yes." Wan'er bent her knees slightly, then hurriedly walked outside the hospital, and soon left the sight of the two of them.
Only a beauty like this can be worthy of Mr. Zhong!
At this time, she felt sad, and she no longer dared to have any thoughts of seducing Zhong Wen.
