reborn as a mountain

Hehe, Tianya went to the Oriental Pearl Tower today and then took a cruise.

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ahead.

Strange peaks stand tall, the mountains are continuous, green and steep, and the clouds cover the place and the fog surrounds it.

An Qijin and Xu Jinghe walked with swords.

During the flight, Xu Jinghe deliberately kept a distance from An Qijin. An Qijin was very smart and probably knew what Xu Jinghe was thinking. He felt a little helpless and shy, but did not explain anything.

suddenly.

Xu Jinghe's face changed slightly, his expression became serious, and he said in a deep voice, "Junior sister, stop first."

"Huh?" An Qijin turned around, confused.

"There is a battle going on ahead. One side is the Great Perfection of Qi Refining, and the other is probably a cultivator of gods and demons who are comparable to the Great Perfection of Qi Refining." Xu Jinghe is at the ninth level of Qi Refining, which is three levels higher than An Qijin.

His perception of spiritual energy is much stronger than the latter's.

"Could it be Senior Brother Li?" An Qijin was a little worried.

In the entire Qingqiu Immortal Cultivation World, there are tens of thousands of monks, and the cultivators of the Gods and Demons Refining the Body account for about one-thousandth. You can count the more powerful ones on your fingers. There are three or four people who have cultivated to the ninth level of Qi Refining.

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An Qijin's worries are also Xu Jinghe's worries.

Unlike An Qijin who cares about the friendship between the same sect, Xu Jinghe wishes that Li Qinlong would be killed. However, this road is the only way back to Lingxu Sect, and An Qijin will definitely find out if he lies, so he only

Can you tell An Qijin the truth?

"It's possible." Xu Jinghe was extremely reluctant in his heart, but he didn't show it on his lips.

"If so, we have to help." An Qijin said firmly, paused, and said, "If it's not Senior Brother Li, then it depends on the situation. If we can help, we will."

Xu Jinghe nodded helplessly, and he and An Qijin carefully pressed down the flying sword. They jumped around in the dense mountain forest. The closer they got, the more they could feel the powerful and depressing aura spreading, like the cold of winter.

It makes people tremble uncontrollably.

at this time.

There was no need for Xu Jinghe to remind An Qijin that he could feel it. Moreover, there were not only two monks with great Qi-refining Dzogchen combat power at the sensing location. It seemed that there were also many other monks in the later stages of Qi-refining.

The two looked at each other, and their expressions became more solemn.

After a while.

An Qijin and Xu Jinghe came to a surging river. The river was turbulent and fast, rushing like a dragon, with a long source. It was more than 500 meters wide and as long as a whole train.

The fluctuations of the battle came from the river.

Along the river bank, the two of them walked upstream. After a while, they jumped onto the trunk of a giant tree and looked far into the distance. Through the gaps in the branches and leaves, they took in the battle scene not far away.

in the air.

Ten people in total.

Two of them have powerful auras.

The first person is dressed in white and has a long sword. He is as beautiful as a flower. However, his entire face is covered by a delicate red peony. The domineering appearance of the king of flowers gives people a feeling of beauty.

, a strange and ghostly feeling.

The second person, dressed in a luxurious python robe, was now in tatters, with sword wounds all over his body, and blood dripping from his dangling feet.

"Tick."

The blood fell into the river and was swallowed up without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Xu Jinghe and An Qijin were shocked.

There is no doubt that the swordsman in white is one of the true disciples of Shanhe Sect, Peony Sword Ye Junji.

That young man in python robe is Li Qinlong, a true disciple of the Lingxu Sect.

One person is relaxed and the other person is injured.

Around him, eight disciples of the Shanhe Sect in the late stage of Qi Refining surrounded Li Qinlong tightly, giving him no chance to escape.

Li Qinlong, who was originally domineering, exuded the aura of a hero in his twilight years.

Without thinking, An Qijin took out a messenger flying sword from the Qiankun bag, put a touch of spiritual consciousness on it, and threw it away. It shot out with a special trajectory, which was given to An by Yan Wenjing.

Qijin's special message-carrying object is at least twice as fast as the ordinary message-carrying flying sword.

"The other party has many people and strong strength. We can't help at all if we go up there. Instead, we will become a burden to Senior Brother Li. We can only wait and wait for my father to come." An Qijin understood clearly in his heart.

Hearing this, Xu Jinghe breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want to fight against eight late-stage Qi Refining monks last time.

It is at this time.

suddenly.

"Bang!"

An Qijin's messenger flying sword seemed to hit a wall. The force of the impact shattered the weak flying sword into pieces.

"who?!"

Ye Junji's eight junior brothers shouted loudly and rushed in the direction of An Qijin and Xu Jinghe.

A faint blue spiritual energy appeared, firmly covering a kilometer radius. It was like a bowl turned upside down on the table. All twelve people present were enveloped in it.

An Qijin and Xu Jinghe were shocked and used their methods to deal with the eight late-stage Qi Refining monks.

The situation is critical.

An Qijin took out a jade pendant. This jade pendant contained a trace of Yan Wenjing's spiritual consciousness. Once the jade pendant was broken, Yan Wenjing would know. He rushed over in the shortest time. Just when An Qijin was about to take action, a black light flashed out.

Suddenly came from behind.

The strength that exploded was the peak of the ninth level of Qi refining.

And good at hiding.

An Qijin was helpless, and so was Xu Jinghe.

then.

A war inevitably broke out.

On the Shanhe Sect side, there is a cultivator at the peak of Qi Refining Dzogchen, who is the extremely famous Peony Sword Ye Junji who has experienced hundreds of battles. There are also eight other cultivators at different levels of late stage Qi Refining.

On the Lingxu Sect side, there is a ninth-level Qi-refining cultivator of gods and demons and body-refining, whose combat power is comparable to that of ordinary Qi-refining Dzogchen cultivators. There is also a ninth-level Qi-refining cultivator, and a sixth-level Qi-refining cultivator.

The situation is obvious.

If the battle lasts for a long time, An Qijin and others will definitely lose.

After a stick of incense.

Li Qinlong used violence to break through the formation, and escaped like a trapped dragon out of the sea. Before leaving, he turned around and shouted, "Junior sister and junior brother, hold on, I will go back to the sect and ask the master to rescue you! You boys of the Shanhe Sect,

If you have the guts to hurt junior sister, I will definitely cut you to death with a thousand knives!" After saying this, he disappeared deep into the mountains.

An Qijin and Xu Jinghe gradually lost their support in the face of the offensive of eight late-stage Qi Refining monks and Ye Junji.

Finally, he collapsed from exhaustion.

"Carry them back." Ye Junji's voice was as gentle as the breeze blowing in his ears. He gently stroked his white hair from his temples, revealing his ears with coral horns.

The peony sword is hung on the belt without a scabbard, which means the sword is not sheathed.

The group of people returned to Junji Peak.

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Junjifeng.

Shen An was not practicing cultivation when suddenly, he noticed a group of people flying from a distance and landing on the steps outside the Shanhe Sect's mountain gate.

There are five people in total, all of them are monks in the late stage of Qi refining. The leader has the ninth level of Qi refining.

The five people were wearing black robes with blood-red crescents on their chests, which looked very strange. From their clothes, Shen An could tell that these five people were all disciples of the Evil Moon Sect in Evil Moon City.

"What are they doing here at Junji Peak?" Shen An wondered, "As far as I know, the Xie Yue Sect and the Shanhe Sect don't interact with each other."

Shen An didn't hesitate. He focused on the five people and continued practicing.

Shanhe Sect.

Mountain gate.

A group of five people from the Xie Yue Sect stepped into it.

The two gatekeepers didn't stop me, and they both picked up their luggage and shouted, "Senior Brother Wu Xieling."

Wu Xieling, who was at the ninth level of Qi refining, nodded slightly.

"Wu Xieling is the third among the two great true disciples of Xie Yue Sect, and his status is similar to that of Xu Jinghe in Lingxu Sect." News emerged in Shen An's mind.

Along the way, all the disciples were saluting Wu Xieling, obviously familiar with him.

It wasn't until the area where the monks of Shanhe Sect were in the late stage of Qi Refining that the area finally calmed down. Those who greeted Wu Xieling just nodded slightly, and those familiar with him would call out their names and go about their own business.

After a while.

The five people came to Shanhe Hall.

A palace similar to an ancient royal palace, specially used for receiving guests and doing business.

Wait quietly.

Shen An was puzzled, and suddenly he saw another group of people and horses descending from the sky.

The leader is as beautiful as jade, with a snow-white body, coral horns on the tips of his ears, and peony flowers on his face that look like tattoos. Hanging on his waist is a long sword mainly made of warm white. The decorative pattern on the sword is the image of peony. As it shakes, The frost and mist filled the air, making it very mysterious.

It is the Peony Sword, Ye Junji.

Behind them, eight late-stage Qi-refining monks were carrying two bamboo coffins. However, they were not used to bury people, but to trap them.

"Someone is trapped in it." Shen An thought.

Keep reading.

Ye Junji led everyone and walked all the way to Shanhe Hall under the greetings of the Shanhe Sect monks.

"Senior Brother Junji." Wu Xieling's pale face showed a flattering smile. The same was true for the four people behind him.

"Um."

Ye Junji nodded slightly and said softly, "An Qijin and Xu Jinghe are lying in the coffin, smelling the fragrance of peonies, and will fall asleep for about twelve hours. But to be careful, you should carry them back to Xie Yue Sect as soon as possible. To avoid long nights and many dreams.”

"Clang."

With that said, the coffin was placed on the ground.

Wu Xieling nodded in agreement.

In the belly of the mountain, Shen An's heart was filled with wild waves, and his eyes showed deep worry, "Qi Jin and Xu Jinghe? In the coffin? What on earth is going on?!"

"No, no matter what, we must prevent them from being sent to the Evil Moon Sect." Shen An's brain was working at a rapid speed, thinking of countermeasures.

In just a few dozen seconds, a perfect plan emerged in my mind.

After making up his mind, Shen An's mind gradually sank, and he adjusted himself to the best state, preparing for a big battle.

After all, what Shen An has to face next is the entire Shanhe Sect's disciples, as well as Ye Junji, who is about to establish his foundation.

The difficulty is as you can imagine.

"The main purpose is to rescue Qi Jin." After Shen An said to himself, his thoughts appeared at the mountain gate of Shanhe Sect.

"boom!"

The rocks exploded, and the plaque engraved with the Shanhe Sect fell to the ground and was smashed into pieces.

The two disciples guarding the mountain had no time to react and were hit in the back of the head by two fist-sized rocks. They were bleeding and fell to the ground unconscious, but they were not killed.

The Qiankun bag and treasures on his body were swept away by Shen An.

At the same time, riots occurred in the registered disciple area of ​​Shanhe Sect. The ground cracked under rows of bamboo houses and the bamboo houses collapsed. Various buildings were destroyed. All registered disciples of Shanhe Sect were hit by stones and fell unconscious.

The commotion in the registered area spread to the outer gate, the interior,... and even the Shanhe Hall.

Ye Junji frowned slightly, stood up, and walked toward the registered disciple area with one peony step at a time. A group of late-stage Qi refining monks naturally followed closely.

Of the monks guarding the coffin, only Wu Xiling remained.

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