Ten days later, Beiliangshan.
In preparation for the war in recent months, Beiliang Mountain has hidden mysteries and murderous intentions. Although it still looks desolate from the outside.
The water moon illusion is still mysterious, but there are three large formations in it, forming three talents. They are connected with each other by prohibitions. They are both offensive and defensive and complement each other. It can be said that one move can affect the whole body.
Behind the formation stood dozens of golden-armored giants, more than ten feet tall, with dense spiritual patterns all over their bodies and a powerful aura. They were almost the same as those of pill-forming monks. They held a broad-bladed giant sword in front of them, and behind them were the Beiliang warriors. peak.
The peaks are shining with auras, and each has set up a forbidden formation. There is a 100-foot platform built on the top of seven peaks, with a seven-story tower on top. The spiritual beads hang high at the top of the tower. The formation pattern at the bottom of the tower is complex, and the spiritual light is brilliant and integrated.
Looking from top to bottom, the seven peaks are aligned with the Beidou, the seven towers are corresponding to the seven stars, and the center of the seven peaks is where the floating peak is.
Above the floating peak, inside Weiyang Hall.
Master Jingtian Zongsi sat on the cloud couch, closing his eyes and wandering around. A few feet in front, the water is shining, but the water mirror is gently swirling, reflecting the whole view of Beiliang, with mountains, pavilions, and grass and trees arrays, every detail appearing.
Suddenly, like beads falling on a jade plate, the water mirror made a clear "ding-dong" sound, and saw the mirror light rippling, and a little red light suddenly appeared, rushing straight towards the formation at an extremely fast speed.
At the same time, wild winds were blowing outside the mountain, sandstorms filled the sky, and a streak of blood appeared from the horizon. It penetrated the long yellow sand in just a flash, disappeared into the barren mountain, and disappeared.
After a moment of concentration, Sizhenren suddenly opened his eyes with surprise and suspicion. He tapped his hands lightly, and the water mirror made a ringing sound.
Not long after, the light pierced the sky and seven figures appeared, landing in the hall.
The leader was twenty-eight years old, dressed in a white palace attire, with a beautiful face. If he looked closely, he was somewhat similar to Sizhen Zhenren.
Everyone walked quickly to the woman, saluted her, and said respectfully: "Meet the sect master."
Sizhenren responded casually, and then said calmly: "The war is approaching, I call you to come here, and temporarily control the water and moon illusion. If there is any abnormal movement, immediately send a bell warning."
As soon as he finished speaking, the person flicked his cloud sleeves and turned into a rainbow and left.
The rest of the people should claim it. After looking at each other, they sat around the water mirror, closed their eyes in concentration, and made seals with their hands. All kinds of auras appeared around their bodies, condensed into threads, and connected with the mirror light.
However, the blood light entered the formation and passed through without any pause. Then it ignored many restrictions and landed directly at the Blood Clothes Gate.
After a moment, a stream of watery light came through the clouds, circled briefly and fell into the station. Immediately, the spiritual light surged, the forbidden formation was fully opened, and a layer of thick blood mist spread instantly, covering the entire mountain peak.
After a full day and night, the water light reappeared, passing through the heavy blood mist, and turned straight up to the floating peak.
Small courtyard.
After Qiu Long's enlightenment, Yuan Qing's state of mind gradually stabilized, and he gradually returned to his former indifferent appearance. Although he would still think of the beautiful woman from time to time, he would no longer lose his mind because of it.
Wang Qing and others still haven't returned, and the small courtyard has become increasingly deserted. However, for those who practice, loneliness is very familiar, so the young man didn't feel anything wrong and just meditated peacefully.
It is said that not long after the trip to Tianjian Peak, Yuan Qing finally received the order from the sect, but he was ordered to follow the orders of the Shang Qing and go with him. Just when he was about to go to Yunzhou to find out what happened, he had to be summoned by the Qing Dynasty to "be on standby at any time."
On this day, Yuan Qing was meditating on the Sword Sutra in the house, when he suddenly felt several waves of spiritual pressure falling from the sky. They were majestic and vast, like the overturning of the ocean, and they were completely different from each other. As soon as I went out, I saw five thunderous giants piercing the sky and plummeting towards the floating peak.
Immediately afterwards, a bloody horse rose from the ground, like a river of blood rolling back, and entered the floating peak, but regardless of the spiritual pressure, it was much inferior to the previous one.
Withdrawing his gaze, the young man pondered for a moment, then turned back to the house and continued to study the Sword Sutra. But within a few hours, he rose up with the sword again, because the sword intention was in the sky, prosperous, vast, and unpredictable, but it was Qu Yi who transformed into sword light and came through the formation and beyond.
In the sword light, the old man's beard was flamboyant and he was very happy. His spiritual thoughts swept over and saw Yuan Qing standing blankly in the air. His heart moved, and a little light popped out from his fingers.
The gleaming light was like a flying fairy from the sky, seeing nothing in the distance of several miles, and flashed into the young man's eyebrows.
Then the sword light disappeared, and the vast sword intention also disappeared. Quyi's clothes fluttered, and he stepped into Weiyang Palace.
Yuan Qing was still sighing at the great power of the sword, when he suddenly felt a stinging pain from the Niwan. He couldn't help but put away the flying sword, dropped it to the ground, calmed down, and used inner vision to find out.
I only saw a little glimmer of light floating in the sea, drifting leisurely towards the sword shadow.
The two connected, there was a soft "bang" sound, the light exploded, and a section of light and shadow slowly emerged.
In the picture, Quyi wears a gray robe with big sleeves. In front of him is a four-clawed real dragon, more than a hundred feet long, with golden eyes and blue lin. It is surrounded by water, clouds, and thunder. It is fierce and powerful, and its arrogance is overwhelming.
Then the old man waved his sleeves, and stars suddenly appeared, but a crystal pill shot through the air.
The pill is only about the size of a thumb, and compared to the hundred-foot-long true dragon body, it is like a firefly compared to the bright moon, but the green dragon is like facing a powerful enemy, summoning thunder from the sky to form a net, and condensing black ice into a screen, trying to trap it, using both its head and tail. With great force, he pounced towards Quyi.
Qu Yi looked indifferent, held the sword secret in his hand, and shouted softly: "Point!"
The pills trembled slightly and divided into countless parts in response, like a galaxy descending into the world, surrounding the blue dragon. Then the starlight flourished, and each pill turned into a three-foot long sword. Their spirits were connected with each other, and they formed a formation. The formation was majestic, and the sword It's so interesting.
The green dragon sparrow waved its tail, and stopped its forward lunge. Then it let out a long roar and returned to Zhang Er's body. Thunder turned into clothes, and dragon scales became armor. With the wave of his hand, layers of light curtains formed, and black ice formed into a thick hard shell. Protected in it, it looks like a strict guard.
Qu Jian chuckled lightly at this and said lightly: "You will deserve to die if you see my Galaxy Sword Formation."
After saying that, the sword finger became empty, and the galaxy suddenly swirled. The sword light was extremely sharp, and the sword energy surged like a tide, instantly submerging the entire void.
"boom!"
The scene ended abruptly. Yuan Qing's eyes were blurred and he sat on the ground blankly for a long, long time.
Weiyang Hall.
The heads of the eight sects sat high on the cloud couch, all silent, and the atmosphere in the palace was solemn, as if they were stuck in a quagmire.
After a long while, Mr. Sizhen said quietly: "Whether we fight or withdraw, do you guys have a decision?"
His words were like a mud cow entering the sea, unable to stir up any waves.
After a long time, a shrill male voice was heard: "Dumou is still seriously injured and has lost his cultivation. I'm afraid he will be powerless if he continues to fight."
Before he finished speaking, the man in green robes sneered: "It's just a blood shadow clone. Why did Master Du say this? Could it be that the ancestor of your sect had other instructions?"
The blood-clothed young man did not answer, but asked with a charming smile: "Master Chu is so familiar with the hidden door technique, is it possible that he intends to 'abandon the light and turn to darkness' and become a brother with Du?"
Master Chu laughed and replied: "Master Du has been practicing for hundreds of years, but it is sad to be able to make such a small mistake."
The young man's charming look remained the same, but his eyes were cold. His thoughts were spinning, but he remained silent.
The man in black robe on the side asked, "Listen to what Master Chu said, do you want a fight?"
"Yes, it is my duty, Taiyuan, to protect the foundation of the human race!" Master Chu said righteously without even thinking about it.
"Ahem," the rickety old man in a yellow robe coughed twice and said slowly: "Now that things have happened, Master Chu will no longer say these high-sounding words. If it is not about the fairyland, who will fight for life and death with his peers. "
The black-robed man raised his eyebrows, turned around and asked, "So, Brother Feng also wants to fight?"
The old man asked, twirling his three-inch short beard and replied: "The old man is about to expire, and he also wants to take a chance on becoming a god."
"Immortal fate is ahead of me, and the slave family is willing to give it a try." But it was Fengyue Valley's master Ding Zhenren who said quietly. He was wearing a plain robe, no makeup, and his features were clear and beautiful.
"The Six Desires Demon Art is mysterious and unpredictable, and the Netherworld Sect is the leader in the spiritual sect. Master Li is still undecided. Could it be that he has other concerns?" Wu Xuechuan looked at the man in black robe and asked with deep meaning.
"Brother Wu is joking. It's a matter of life and death, so of course you have to be more cautious." The man replied calmly.
Wu Xuechuan smiled slightly and was about to speak, but Qu Yi stood up and said in a deep voice: "If you want to fight, then fight! Mother-in-law and mother-in-law, how can you become enlightened if you are timid!"
Wu Xuechuan was startled when he heard this, and then said warmly: "Brother Qu, please be patient. We have been planning for decades, so we are bound to compete."
The man in black robe changed his attitude and laughed loudly: "Haha, okay! Master Qu is quick to speak quickly. If you face Li's temper, let's fight!"
"So, everyone except Zhenren Du wants to fight?" Zhenren Si looked around and asked.
The young man chuckled and said, "Dumou only said that his strength is still there, but he did not say that he would avoid the battle. Now the heads of the clan have decided that the Blood Clothes Sect is willing to attach itself to Jiwei."
Master Chu glanced at the young man, and then asked, "What does Mr. Sizhen mean?"
Master Sizhen waved his sleeves lightly and said calmly: "You are here to slay the demons at my invitation. The Jingtian Sect is the landlord, so there is no reason to avoid fighting."
When the trouble was decided, Wu Xuechuan said in a loud voice: "In that case, don't hide it anymore. The beast tide will arrive here in three days. Do you have any clever tricks to increase the chance of victory? Xuanyuan has deployed ten Yunzhou ships on this trip."
"Li has thousands of corpses of Xuanyin demons."
"There is a pair of Acacia real demons in Fengyue Valley."
"The old man brought a hundred thousand ghosts with him."
"My Shangqing disciple only has one sword."
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Three days later.
Yuan Qing was at Tianjian Peak, surrounded by Shangqing disciples. Looking around, he saw about a hundred people, all of whom were upright and high-spirited to fight.
The leader, with his head in a bun and carrying a fairy sword with cloud seal and spirit patterns engraved on it, is the famous Yunhe Sword Immortal.
Outside the Tianjian Peak, in the Weiyang Hall, the heads of the eight sects were sitting on a cloud couch, wandering in the sky. In the middle of the eight people, the water mirror is crystal clear, and every detail is visible in a radius of thousands of miles.
Around the floating peak, there are cloud boats surrounding it, with spiritual patterns twinkling and covering the sky and the sun. Xuanyuan's disciples are all inside.
Under the floating peaks, the auras of the peaks shone brightly, and the seven spiritual pagodas shone brightly. In the pagodas, Taiyuan disciples sat down according to the formation patterns and waited quietly.
In front of the illusion, the golden-armored giant remained majestic; within the illusion, monks from the three sects of Mingquan, Xueyi, and Fengyue respectively presided over three large formations. The wind was howling, blood shadows were clustered, and poisonous miasma was everywhere, making them look like they were in a desperate situation on earth.
After an unknown amount of time, Sizhenren suddenly opened his eyes and said in a cold voice: "Here he comes."
In the water mirror, countless phantoms of monsters the size of rice grains suddenly appeared, densely packed and overwhelming, running forward; more than ten humanoid phantoms flashed past like fleeting images, heading straight towards Beiliang Mountain.
Sizhenren flicked out a stream of water-colored brilliance with his fingers and fell on the water mirror. Immediately, it made a clear sound, like a phoenix dancing for nine days, resounding through the sky.
After the clear chanting, all kinds of lights lit up one after another. The monks looked solemn, but no one moved lightly.
But in an instant, the rocks shook, the earth trembled, there was a roar, and the roar of beasts shook the sky.
Through the formation, I saw a line of black tide, like a river, rolling up countless smoke and dust, rolling in unstoppably.
Then the brilliance flashed, and more than ten figures appeared in the sky. They had very different temperaments and different shapes, but they all had majestic spiritual pressure and overwhelming demonic aura.
The leader is wearing a golden robe and has a handsome face. Although he looks like a young man, he has supreme power and imperial domineering look.
After looking around for a moment, he raised his hand and pressed it softly. A golden palm the size of an inch appeared out of thin air and struck somewhere in the void with a huge force.
Ripples rippled, and the void shattered like a mirror, revealing layers of light curtains and numerous forbidden formations.
The giant palm kept pressing against the light curtain.
A ray of black light came out of the formation, and in a few breaths it swelled into a pitch-black ghost claw of the same size. The five fingers were as sharp as hooks, followed by a sinister wind, and ghost flames swirled, fiercely facing the giant palm.
"boom!"
The two collided with a shocking explosion, and the violent air waves aroused were enough to destroy the city.
In just one stick of incense, the air waves dissipated and the two giant palms disappeared. The young man looked indifferent, with flames rising in his golden eyes, penetrating many restrictions, and looked at the old man in yellow robes in front of Weiyang Hall from a distance.
The old man had a stooped figure and a calm expression, but there was surprise and greed in his eyes.
"Qilin True Blood..."
