"Who dares to intrude into the important land of the Eight Tribes?" Yaksha and Garuda, who were guarding the Holy Mountains of the Eight Tribes, saw a foreigner walking towards the holy mountain and shouted loudly.
The man looked like a man about thirty years old, but he had white hair and was dressed in white clothes. He was walking step by step. He was obviously walking on the earth, but he gave people the feeling of walking on the clouds. Feel.
It was as if the dirty earth beneath his feet was no longer dirty, but pure white clouds.
The man didn't answer, but still walked forward step by step.
Yaksha and Garuda were immediately furious. The people who could be sent to guard the holy mountain were all the best among the eight tribes. They could be said to be the darlings of heaven, and they had never been so despised.
They burst out with fear-level power, attacking the man in white from left to right.
The man in white continued to move forward as if he hadn't seen them, but when they arrived in front of the man in white, Yaksha and Garuda screamed and flew up.
It was as if invisible sword intent flashed through, cutting their strength into pieces along with their bodies, turning them into a rain of blood.
As if nothing had happened, the white-haired man stepped onto the stone steps of the Holy Mountain. The place where he stood was spotless, but behind him was a piece of blood-stained yellow sand.
The screams of Yaksha and Garuda before they died had alarmed the Eight Tribes on the mountain. Many Eight Tribes rushed down from the mountain. When they saw the blood on the ground and the white-haired man climbing the mountain, they were all furious. .
Many bad-tempered Shura and Yaksha had already charged towards the white-haired man. The sky was filled with light, and it seemed like countless stars were falling towards the white-haired man.
The white-haired man didn't even raise his eyelids, and still walked straight up the stone steps.
The eight tribesmen who rushed towards him, without exception, were all strangled by the invisible sword intention. Knives, swords, guns, musical instruments, etc., all kinds of broken weapons and broken weapons were flying everywhere with their flesh and blood.
No one from the Eight Tribes could leave alive when the white-haired man passed by.
On the huge holy mountain, tens of thousands of people from the eight tribes had gathered, but no one dared to approach the white-haired man.
Every time the white-haired man takes a step, the eight tribesmen all over the mountain will involuntarily retreat, and no one dares to compete with him.
"My eight tribes have always been on good terms with the Immortal Clan. As a member of the Immortal Clan, why do you want to massacre the living beings of my Eight Tribes? Do the Immortal Clan want to violate the original agreement with another dimension?" A man danced like an immortal, holding a pipa. Tarpo, suspended in the air, stared at the white-haired man who was going up the mountain and asked.
The fairy man ignored her and continued walking up the mountain as if he was deaf.
"I'm talking to you, didn't you hear? I am the king of Gandharvas. If you have anything to do, you can tell me. If nothing happens, take another step forward. Don't blame me for being ruthless." The look on the Gandharva's face After cooling down, he held Pipa in his arms and stared at the immortal man and said.
The fairy man ignored him and continued walking forward.
The Gandharva was immediately furious. He strummed the strings with his fingers, and the stirring music turned into an invisible murderous intention, winding around the immortal man.
Click! Click!
The light of the sword could not be seen, and the sound of the sword energy could not be heard, but there was an invisible force that crushed the sound of music. All the strings of the pipa in the Gandharva's hands were broken at the same time.
The Gandharva was frightened, and it was too late to retreat. She already felt that there was a terrifying sword intent coming towards her, and maybe she would be dead in the next second.
As the king of Gandharvas, she was also a natural disaster-level powerhouse. She never expected that the other party would force her to such a point without even moving a hand.
A dragon roar resounded through the night, and the waterfall-like dragon energy hung down from the top of the holy mountain, coiling around the body of the Gandharva King. It seemed like it collided with some magical weapon, and the dragon energy was shattered in an instant.
Fortunately, the sword intent had also disappeared, and the Gandharva King quickly retreated, widening the distance between him and the immortal man.
Except for the king of Tianlong II, the other six kings among the eight tribes have appeared, blocking the way of the fairy man, and seem to want to take him down.
Tens of thousands of tribesmen have also gathered, surrounded from all directions, with weapons in their hands, all pointing at the immortal man.
Tens of thousands of eight kings and six natural disaster-level kings seemed to not exist in the eyes of the immortal man. He continued to move forward, and his eyes were always fixed on a figure standing at the end of the steps. .
When the six kings saw him like this, they were all furious and prepared to kill him here.
"Let him come up." The voice came from the end of the stone steps. The person standing there was clearly Wang Mingyuan, who had become the Dragon King. He was also the one who saved Qian Ta with his dragon energy just now.
After hearing Wang Mingyuan's words, the six kings had no choice but to order their troops to retreat and make way for them.
But tens of thousands of tribesmen were all surrounding them with eager eyes, everywhere in the sky and on the ground. If it had been any ordinary person, they would have been frightened.
The immortal man didn't notice anything, and walked step by step to the end of the stone steps.
"Why are you here?" When the immortal man came close to Wang Mingyuan, Wang Mingyuan asked.
The fairy man ignored him and walked past him, his fluttering white hair almost brushing Wang Mingyuan's face.
Wang Mingyuan stood there, watching the immortal man walk into the temple, and then sat down on the main seat of the temple.
It was originally the position of the leader of the eight tribes. Even Di Tian, who was the leader of the eight tribes before, was not qualified to sit. Now Wang Mingyuan only sits on the deputy position. Only the king of the superior tribe who the eight tribes rely on can sit there. Only when you are qualified to sit in that position.
Seeing that the immortal man was sitting in that position, most of the eight tribes, whether they were kings or ordinary members, were about to rush into the hall and kill the immortal man, but Wang Mingyuan reached out to stop him.
"What do you want to do?" Wang Mingyuan asked, looking at the immortal man sitting high on the throne.
"From today onwards, the Eight Tribes will seal the mountain for three years. Any Eight Tribes are not allowed to leave even half a step, and those who violate it will be killed." The man from the Immortal Clan condescendingly looked down at His Highness Wang Mingyuan and continued: "In the past, Bodhidharma faced the wall for nine years, and finally realized If you understand some truths, you don’t have to face the wall, just stand there and reflect on yourself for nine years, no matter how dull your talent is, you should be able to understand some truths.”
"Why do you have that?" All the eight tribes were furious. King Yasha asked. The crowd was so angry that already eight tribes couldn't help but wanted to rush into the palace.
Seeing that the battle was about to break out, a ball of golden light came through the sky.
"Venerable...he..." The golden light fell to the ground, and it was a Buddha whose body was glowing with golden light. King Yaksha and others quickly stepped forward to salute, but before they could say anything, they were interrupted by the Buddha.
The Buddha walked up to the immortal man, clasped his hands, bowed slightly and saluted: "Sword Immortal, please don't be angry. From today on, the eight tribes will close the mountain for three years, and the Dragon King will self-examine for nine years. He will not move even half a step. What else do you have?" Require?"
"My disciple of the Sword Immortal lineage cannot die in vain. The person who killed him must pay for his life." When the man spoke, he kept looking at Wang Mingyuan standing there. He knew that Jiang Yan was Wang Mingyuan's disciple.
