After the war, all the Canghai clans hid in the deep palaces to recuperate, so the journey was uneventful.
There are more and more islands, and birds can be seen at any time. The chirping of the birds seems to have a familiar local accent.
Wu Junling has been away from his hometown for a long time. This time he returned to his hometown. When he was feeling emotional, he secretly wiped away his tears many times.
Yan Ci pretended not to have seen it, but her chest was filled with warmth. After a night in the autumn wind, she recalled her hometown. Who among the wanderers who live in a different place does not hope to see the bright moon in their hometown again?
Ahead was the abandoned Coral Core Island. Xi Yao led his troops to withdraw. Before leaving, he did not forget to collect all the surrounding exotic corals.
Qing Ming looked at the sky and estimated that he would arrive at Zixia Mountain at dusk, so he stopped and said, "It's still early, so there's no need to rush. Let's land on the island and rest for a while."
As soon as he finished speaking, a monk suddenly emerged from the island.
The leader, Piccolo, was beside him, elegant and elegant, and it was Xuanyuan Hongjian who came unexpectedly.
Followed by the slovenly Taoist with a bleak expression and a wine gourd hanging from his waist, there were also six Huaying attendants with black scarves covering their faces and extremely cold eyes.
Qing Mingfang's heart froze, and she suddenly felt an ominous feeling.
Looking at the scene, Xuanyuan Hongjian had been waiting for a long time, and it was obvious that he had malicious intentions.
He turned his eyes to look at the others and sneered: "I heard that the three of them returned to Luojia Mountain to think about their past, but who knew that they met on Huxin Island tens of thousands of miles away? Was it the fairy who disobeyed the order? Or was it Luojia? Wangshu is trying to be mysterious?"
Qing Ming's face was covered with frost and he said coldly: "You don't have to worry about the matters in this garden!"
Xuanyuan Hongjian sideways glanced at Han Bing, then turned to Gu Qingming and said proudly: "My father has decided on the marriage date of the younger generation. In a few months, I and the fairy will be in-laws. It is appropriate to talk about the differences between the parents."
Qing Ming's eyes were filled with chills, and he said disdainfully: "When it comes to this matter, your father is the only one who is qualified to call each other in-laws with this peak master. How did the Xuanyuan clan come to have such an arrogant and rude descendant like you? No one is big or small!" "
To say that there is no big deal or small things is an understatement, but the true meaning is that there is no tutoring.
Qing Ming did not say secret words in front of Mingren, but Qing Ming knew that a fight was inevitable, so the more he talked, the colder the atmosphere became.
Jiu Ying, who had fled nearby to join in the fun, had already noticed that something was wrong. Xuanyuan Hongjian came prepared and was definitely not waiting to chat about family matters halfway.
Yan Ci surmised the situation and knew that the situation was not good. He couldn't bear to see Wu Junling die in vain, so he whispered: "This island is about five hundred miles away from Zixia Mountain by sea. When the battle is about to begin, I hope you will retreat as soon as possible."
Wu Junling was grateful for Qing Ming's kindness along the way and was gearing up to help in the battle.
However, Yan Ci resolutely refused, shaking his head and admonishing: "It is inconvenient for outsiders to interfere with the grievances of the Taoist sect. If my brother has time, please go to the Tongchenyuan station in the Xuanji Mountains to report the matter in detail."
Wu Junling was hesitant, but unable to withstand Yan Ci's repeated urgings, he finally decided to find an opportunity to retreat and go to Tongchenyuan to report the news.
Even though it is difficult to put out the fire that is near by far water, let’s just do our part for the time being.
The visitor looked upright and dignified, but he couldn't hide the hypocrisy and shamelessness in his heart.
Han Bing felt a sense of hatred in his heart. His pretty face was filled with anger, he pinched his fingers slightly and whispered a few words on his lips, summoning Chi Feng and Qing Luan to appear.
Luan and phoenix sing in harmony, fluttering their wings and soaring into the sky, waiting for the enemy on the left and right.
When Wu Junling saw this opportunity, he fell straight into the sea and tried to escape.
The sloppy Taoist didn't allow him to escape easily. He crossed the air to block his way, and raised his palm to kill this man first to establish his authority.
Without thinking or giving any signal to the Tengu, Jiuying jumped forward to engage in the battle.
In an instant, the war broke out, with immortal swords raised simultaneously, and cultivators intercepting and fighting each other.
Wu Junling made a prompt decision, dived into the seabed like a fish, used unfamiliar water escape techniques, and walked far away from the coral core island.
Qing Ming stood in the void to block the way, but Xuanyuan Hongjian couldn't stop him. His face turned green and white for a while, and he took action brazenly.
King Yu's cauldron jumped into the air, the Qinggang Qi surged, and suddenly rushed towards Qing Ming.
Qing Ming stepped into the void, and a cloud-like ambition emanated from his body. He drew his slender palm sharply, and a light and shadow that was brighter than the scorching sun appeared out of thin air between his fingers.
His thoughts moved slightly, and the explosive light group of golden flames shot through the air, and all the majestic divine power was contained within.
The secret technique of Chu Yang transforming Qianxue!
Qing Ming didn't look fancy when he used it, but the terrifying aura was thousands of times better than what he had seen before.
When King Yu's cauldron came into contact with light and shadow, there was an explosive sound, and a light cyan circle of light swept around.
Then, the delicate and hot blood sprinkled in the sky, Xuanyuan Hongjian's soul was shaken, and Yin blood came out from his mouth.
This boy was born in a greenhouse, rarely encounters actual combat, and lacks experience. At this moment, he actually didn't know the severity of the enemy, so he tested it first as usual.
Unexpectedly, Qing Ming was brutal as soon as he appeared on the scene, and immediately taught him a lesson in the Tao Te Ching.
Qing Ming beat the drowned dog hard, six pure bamboos twined around two Qingxia and flew straight into the air, looking at the majestic power, it seemed to be eradicating it in one fell swoop.
Xuanyuan Hongjian never expected that this woman would be so brave in the battle. His magic pointer suddenly activated, and King Yu's cauldron whined and circled back, condensing three thick ancient cauldron shadows around it for protection.
Qing Ming was eager to kill, the bamboo shadows rose and fell, and every stroke of the staff was extremely fierce.
Xuanyuan Hongjian felt his blood surge and hurriedly offered an ancient jade talisman.
The jade talisman was activated by the spell and transformed into an elegant old man who was more than several feet tall, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes.
The old man has four faces, looking in all directions, holding a weird and uneven ancient fairy sword.
Qing Ming was slightly confused. He took a few steps back in the air and said sarcastically: "Shameless! How dare you ask your ancestors to help you when you do such dark things!"
"Yellow Emperor Talisman!" Jiu Ying stared at him and cursed Xuanyuan Hongjian for being so embarrassing.
Sword shadows were everywhere, and Han Bing pushed Beiluan's sword intent to the extreme.
The sword light moves like a mad dragon emerging from the abyss, advancing with indomitable spirit.
The Irises Sword responded from the side, a flash of purple-gold sword light flowing uncertainly, and a feeling of vastness and depth towards the enemy.
The meaning of the sword is vague and indistinct, always just like a glimpse, like seeing flowers in the fog, unclear and even more elusive.
Very few Transformation Infant cultivators dare to face such strange moves of yin and yang, unless they are restrained by a sword formation.
The six masked dead men in one are just like a killing machine whose performance has been adjusted to perfection. It neither advances nor retreats lightly, and its offense and defense are in accordance with the rules.
Being in it gives you the illusion that you are a puppet. The masked dead man seems to be pulling the strings of the puppet, and there is an inexplicable pulling feeling at every movement and stillness.
Using the weak to attack the strong, using the few to defeat the many, is a dead end no matter how you look at it.
Observing the various changes in the magic formation, Yan Ci said bitterly: "The ghost formation becomes stronger when it is strong, and becomes weak when it is weak. It must be defeated one by one."
After fighting fiercely for several breaths, they summoned dream elves and baby unicorns one after another, but they were still suppressed at every turn.
It seemed like an easy robbery and killing mission, but who would have thought that it would involve all kinds of mythical beasts and vicious beasts participating in the battle. The masked attendant was driven by curiosity and wanted to see what other tricks Yan Ci and the others had up their sleeves.
Looking back, Jiu Ying is in a state of decline. His injuries have not yet healed, and he is forced to reveal his true form by the sloppy Taoist. He transforms into a two-headed and one-tailed figure and runs around, gradually becoming the end of a powerful crossbow.
Tengu no longer stood idly by, he also transformed into his original form and jumped into the battle to help.
The sloppy Taoist fought the two beasts alone, looking as if he had a good time. His fists and palms changed rapidly, containing the power to break mountains and stir up seas. Each move was simple and dangerous.
The stalemate lasted for a while, and the screams suddenly rose.
The ripples in the nearby void had not yet dispersed, and the slovenly Taoist took a step forward as fast as thunder, and fiercely grabbed the top of the Tengu's head with all his fingers.
The Gang Qi roared, and the shadow of the claws swung out, neatly smashing the Tengu's bones into pieces.
The sloppy Taoist took a breath of rosacea and swallowed into his belly the ray of soul that the Tengu had hurriedly escaped from.
Taoist took the lead to break the fight, abandoned Jiuying, and replaced Xuanyuan Hongjian to fight Luanfeng vigorously.
The postures of the red phoenix and the green luan are elegant, and the momentum of the combined attack is indescribably wonderful.
However, having a clear understanding is not enough to make up for the gap in cultivation. The defeat can only happen in a matter of seconds.
The outcome on the field was clear at a glance, as Jiuying, Dream Elf and Young Qilin suffered heavy losses one after another.
Yan Ci and Han Bing were covered in blood, wrapped in the water waterfall released by the treasure of the sea, searching for life.
The masked attendants continued to proceed step by step, jointly strangulating step by step, and the situation suddenly became dangerous.
Qing Ming was worried when he saw this, but he was tightly entangled by the shadows of Xuanyuan Hongjian and Huangdi and could not escape.
This battle did not have the majestic scenes and tragic atmosphere of the Battle of Zixia Mountain, but although it was dangerous, it was still victorious.
What is clear now is that Qing Ming is faced with the painful choice of annihilating his entire army or fleeing alone.
The wind and clouds are turbulent, the blue waves are surging wildly, and the dazzling light is splashing freely.
King Yu's cauldron roared back and forth, Xuanyuan Hong gradually raised his eyebrows, and seemed to be sure of victory.
The illusory shadow transformed by the Yellow Emperor Talisman is as noble as a god and cannot be shaken.
The shadow carried the purple sword and slashed rapidly. The sword moves were changing rapidly, the sword's intention was flowing smoothly and without any stagnation, and it was full of fierce and unforged divine power.
Qing Ming travels through the clouds and fog, floating like an immortal.
He silently recited the obscure mantra, and the six pure bamboo roots suddenly glowed with vitality, and the pure and slightly sweet spiritual wood air spread between the heaven and the earth.
Suddenly I saw a secluded bamboo tree swaying in the wind, elegant and straight, and clear and majestic. Between the green leaves, crystal clear dew slowly rolled down.
Tick-tock-tock, like an oracle calling, thousands of green bamboos break out of the sky and sprout with anger, and the bamboo joints grow wildly. The emerald green barrier instantly blocks the sky, and the view is lush and spotless.
The bamboo shoots flickered, and the peeling bamboo shoots and layers of bamboo leaves emitted sharp light, roaring in a whirlpool, rushing to attract powerful enemies, and there was also a tyrannical devouring intention in it.
When Xuanyuan Hongjian saw this scene, he suddenly became panic-stricken.
Qing Ming's advancement time was extremely short, but he had already comprehended the magical power of "Du Yin Youhuang". This really refreshed his knowledge!
The green waves surged, the spiritual power of the jade talisman disappeared rapidly, and the phantom of the Yellow Emperor immediately sank deep into the forest, unable to move forward.
Xuanyuan Hongjian was also rising and falling in the steaming green clouds, and the cold, sharp and chaotic sharp light was boiling and rushing, wildly impacting the body-protecting spiritual light.
Suddenly, a storm suddenly rose in the bamboo forest, and the bamboo poles swayed with the wind, and the tender pistils sprouted from the branches and leaves. Pure bamboo flowers bloomed one after another, and a thousand pure bamboo trees with six pure bamboo branches burst through the air in the lustrous halo.
Xuanyuan Hongjian's hair stood on end, he opened his mouth and spat out a ball of essence and blood towards King Yu's cauldron, and with a single stroke of his fingers, the ancient cauldron roared wildly, and a round of auspicious aura spurted out, turning into the light and shadow of an ancient immortal in feathers and clenching his fist towards Qingming.
The heaven and earth are noisy, and the sound of the sound echoes through the clouds.
The next moment, the final sound of Yellow Emperor's shadow still lingering in the air, but the majestic body had been beaten to ashes by six pure bamboos.
Xuanyuan Hongjian, on the other hand, was covered in bruises. He fell into the sea with the dilapidated Yuwang Cauldron, and his expression with cracked eyes looked extremely crazy.
Before the wind stopped, a lone figure came into view. Qing Ming's face was as golden as paper, and he turned around with tears in his eyes. He looked like a scarred rock falling out of thin air.
Jiuying wailed when he saw this, and regardless of the situation, he exposed the empty door on his back and jumped to pick up Qing Ming.
A series of heart-wrenching cries followed at his feet. Yan Ci's heart was as sharp as a knife, and she was filled with grief and anger that could no longer be contained.
Han Bing was devastated, her three souls and seven souls seemed to be drifting away in the clouds. She was so sad that it was really hard to describe.
Even though Yan Ci and Han Bing's mana had dried up and many meridians were damaged, causing serious injuries, the masked attendants did not intend to show mercy.
Cut off the grass and root out the roots, this is the eternal golden rule.
Suddenly I heard the phoenix singing in the sky, the sound was soft and clear, the luan sang and the phoenix danced, their wings fluttered, and the scene was lingering and subtle.
From time to time, the clear light and the burnt flames blend together, the dazzling divine light comes and goes, the loud and soothing sound floats and swirls, and a colorful phoenix emerges from the world.
The phoenix and the phoenix merge into one, and the haze is lingering, steaming with condensed and pure fairy spiritual energy.
The clouds of smoke billowed and rolled around the masked attendants.
While they were retreating, the colorful phoenix grabbed Han Bing and Qing Ming, who was as angry as a gossamer, and angrily tore through the void and fled in a hurry.
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