Wuji Immortal Sect.
On top of an isolated peak, there are lush trees and vast mountains. The top of the mountain is shrouded in deep flowing clouds. At the foot of the mountain, fairy birds sing, monkeys play, and water flows.
A group of seven or eight-year-old children were playing in the water by the river, laughing and playing.
"Zhao Pingan, why do I feel that you have never mentioned your father? My father and mother have not been in the sect recently, saying that they have something to do outside. How about you?"
A kid with braids raised his head and asked Zhao Pingan.
Faced with his companion's question, Zhao Ping'an was silent for a while, not knowing how to answer for a long time. Finally, he whispered:
"I have no idea."
"I only know that Aunt Jiang also went out and didn't come back for a long time. It seems that something important happened."
After Zhao Ping'an finished speaking, he looked at a towering spiritual tree not far away. A pink-eyed girl was sitting under the tree in a daze. She had a very quiet temperament, but she was a little out of tune with this group of children.
Seeing this, the braided child asked:
"That's your sister, right?"
"Yes, my sister Zhao Ruyue."
Zhao Pingan nodded.
"Why doesn't she play with you? Does it mean she doesn't like crowded places?"
"Maybe I'm not used to it."
Zhao Ping'an knew that his sister must be missing Aunt Jiang, so she had no intention of doing anything.
In fact, he is not.
It’s been a while since I’ve seen Aunt Jiang, and I’m really not used to it.
In his subconscious mind, he already regarded Aunt Jiang as a mother.
"boom!"
Suddenly, the entire fairy peak trembled. Many children couldn't stand still and sat down in the stream. Zhao Ping'an was the same, and his trousers were wet by the water spray.
His bright black eyes were full of confusion and he said:
"what happened?"
The jade bracelet on the braided child's hand shone with light. He seemed to know something and said to Zhao Ping'an and the children around him:
"Senior brother and sister are here to see me. We have to go home quickly."
These words elicited responses from the children around him.
"Me too, Master is calling me too."
"My mother called me, so I'd better go home quickly."
Zhao Ping'an watched his companions disappear into the teleportation formation on the Immortal Peak, and remained silent. When everyone was almost gone, his young face revealed the calm thinking of an adult.
The serious smile that should not appear on the child appeared on Zhao Ping'an's face.
He murmured softly from the corner of his mouth, with a vague look of worry on his eyebrows.
"Go home. Where is home?"
"Brother, are you going back to the Red Dust Fairy Peak?"
My younger sister Zhao Ruyue walked straight over, wearing a gauze skirt and holding a candy tightly in her hand. She looked like a little princess with her fair and lovely face.
"We must listen to Aunt Jiang and not run around." Zhao Ping'an said seriously.
"But I really want to see Aunt Jiang again."
Zhao Ruyue said hesitantly, with a little tear in her long eyelashes.
"I want, too"
After all, Zhao Ping'an was just a child of a few years old. The longing in his heart couldn't stop pouring out, and he was extremely entangled in his heart.
Entrance to Lingshan.
In the sky above Shiwan Mountain, the dark spirit boats were lined up one after another. The banner of the Demon Palace was planted on the top, and a huge top-grade spirit stone powered the entire spirit boat.
The formation inscriptions flashed continuously, and the beams of light erupted from the void and struck the Lingshan formation, possessing considerable power.
Let the whole Lingshan tremble.
It attracted the sideways glances of countless Lingshan monks.
"This is a fairy sect spirit boat from the medieval era."
Lotus Sect Master, Taihao Sect Master, Xuanqing Patriarch and a large number of powerful monks stood at the entrance of Lingshan, observing the battleships in the sky, their tone was very solemn.
You must know that such a huge spirit boat is expensive to build, and the craftsmanship on it includes the essence of many skills such as array masters and talisman masters. It is a lost craft in the Middle Ages, and basically no one can build it now.
And it is also expressly prohibited.
Because flying boats of this size are usually used in wars, when the Immortal Sect was established, all such drawings were regarded as prohibited items, and over time, they were lost.
In fact, there are still many sects hiding this thing secretly, but they are far from reaching the scale of the Demon Sect.
The Heavenly Demon Palace was obviously well prepared this time. It launched a warship left over from the medieval era and bombarded Lingshan, undoubtedly hoping to level the Immortal Gate.
"After many years, I finally came to Lingshan again."
Mozi Situ Huan held the railing and looked into the distance, with indescribable high spirits in his eyes.
Behind him are many monks from the ten sects of the demonic path, as well as the great ancestors of the demonic sect. They were all brought by him, and they must capture Lingshan.
Today, Lingshan is controlled by Zuo Sinong, the owner of Yaowang Dan Valley, who has overall power in Lingshan.
Abbot Lingyin went to Xizhou to resist the wilderness, but has not returned yet.
The Lord of Linglong Palace is sitting on the Beizhou battlefield and cannot escape.
Master Wuji, Hai Shengming, and Changsheng Guanzhu are both subject to special restrictions and cannot take action. Otherwise, the laws of heaven and earth will be disordered, the seal of the False South China Sea will be lifted, and Lingshan will fall into an even more dangerous situation.
The supreme power of the underworld and the gods is bound by the rules of the chess game of heaven and earth set by the Changsheng Temple, and cannot enter Zhongzhou.
The situation is so favorable to the Demon Sect!
Situ Huan believed that after this battle, the Immortal Sect would definitely be captured.
"The demon sect invades my spiritual mountain again. Do you want to repeat the same mistakes as last time?"
Zuo Sinong's vast sound transmission reached the Demon Sect, and it was very solemn and ethereal.
Situ Huan smiled coldly and said: "I am afraid that all the ten sects and Jiukong in Lingshan have been sent to the battlefields in Xizhou and Beizhou? There is no one in the Xianmen anymore, so don't bluff anymore."
Zuo Sinong's face was calm and indifferent, and said: "You didn't go to Zhao Huai to find the ancestral artifact, but instead came to my Lingshan Mountain. Do you think this can free the Demon Lord from his trap?"
Situ Huan's long black hair was dazzling, his figure was particularly chic, his eyes were deep, with a hint of playfulness, and he said:
"Who said there was only one ancestral weapon left by Ancestor Yan? Don't think I don't know. Lord Demon Lord has already told me that there is a peerless immortal weapon hidden in your sword pavilion that suppresses the False South China Sea. If you can get it It has the same effect."
"What? There is an ancestral weapon in the sword pavilion?"
"As a true successor of the Wuji Immortal Sect, I have practiced for hundreds of years and have never heard of it!"
After hearing the news, many monks present were very surprised.
The great elder of the Wuji Immortal Sect is an old man with white hair. Hearing Situ Huan's words of attracting bees and butterflies, his eyes gradually became serious.
When Yan Zu Jian Feng Xu Wu, he did keep one of his natal flying swords in the South China Sea, but they only found out about the ancestral weapon later.
For this reason, the Wuji Immortal Sect is very tight-lipped, and not many people know about this matter.
Unexpectedly, the Demon Lord has also noticed this.
For this day, the Demon Sect came to visit him.
"Today, I will let you see the true background of my Heavenly Demon World."
Situ Huan laughed wildly and raised his hand.
Many fairy ships behind them were aiming at the Lingshan Formation, their spiritual energy gathered, and their beams of light flashed.
The Master of Lotus Sect, Patriarch Xuanqing and other seniors who had been in seclusion for many years, as well as the proud sons of heaven hundreds of years ago like Jiang Xuan, all sacrificed their natal magic weapons and supernatural powers to prepare to defend against the enemy.
Obviously, there will be a fierce battle next.
