The years when I explored the fairyland

On the Baisha River,

A small boat sailed upstream among many large boats.

Zuo Qingtian was sitting cross-legged at the bow of the ship with an extremely solemn expression. Behind him, the meat-and-wine monk and the divine fortune teller stood solemnly.

"After I leave, you must protect my body. If the situation is not right, you can go down the river and leave with my body first."

The words of Zuo Qingtian's instructions echoed around, but the meat-and-wine monk didn't think much and just responded.

Only the fortune teller showed worry on his face and said softly: "Please be careful, leader!"

"Haha, during this trip, I will show off what I have learned. I shouldn't be the one to be careful."

Zuo Qingtian was extremely confident and said directly: "Burn the incense!"

"yes!"

The meat-and-potatoes monk and the divine fortune teller were already prepared. They each took out a fist-sized incense burner from the awning behind them.

Then, they carefully took out a piece of purple sandalwood as thick as a baby's arm, lit it with a fire stick, and inserted it into the incense burner.

This incense is extremely unique and burns extremely slowly, but it produces a large amount of smoke, as if the mist is generated out of thin air. It only takes a moment to cover the entire awning boat.

On the awning boat, Zuo Qingtian finally closed his eyes.

After a trance, Zuo Qingtian stood up again. The smoke rolled back and filled his body, making it seem illusory and elusive.

However, as time went by, this sense of illusion gradually receded, and his body became solid and crystal clear, as if there was brilliance blooming to the outside.

With one step, he stepped out of the awning boat and stepped on the water. However, his figure did not rise and fall with the water, but was as stable as a mountain.

The clouds and mist rolled in, and he stepped out. His figure was like the wind, and he seemed to have a sense of returning like a fairy, as if he had the ability to ride on the wind.

But in fact, every step he took was extremely stable, and his power spread even more, carrying the waves of the river.

I don’t know when the Baisha River began to make waves!

No, this description is not accurate, because the Baisha River has always experienced waves.

But at this moment, under the control of invisible forces, the river actually began to flow upstream.

As time goes by, this situation of going upstream becomes more and more serious and turbulent, until one wave is higher than the other, forming a surging trend.

There are never a few boats on the Baisha River, big or small, hauling goods and transporting goods, or fishing and transporting passengers. They are very busy.

But this is the first time in ancient times that the river is flowing backwards, like waves, one after another.

It was nothing at the beginning, but later on, when the waves got bigger and bigger, the entire Baisha River was in chaos.

The big ships were better, but the small ships, especially the passenger ships, were already swaying and in danger.

On the shore, everyone gathered together and marveled at the sight of the surging river flowing upstream.

Xiang Wenjun, the green-clothed fairy of the Demonic Palace, had bright eyes, and spoke like a gentle breeze: "The Alien Alliance still has some abilities. Although each branch has its own inheritance, the "Heaven and Earth Yin and Yang Casting God Art" of the Zuo Alliance Leader 》still has its greatness.

The spirit of Yin leaves the body and carries the power of the river upstream. It is indeed a bit of a trend of heaven and earth. "

Everyone nodded when she said this. The martial arts method of manipulating the spiritual power of heaven and earth is very crude. Its characteristics are small range, small quantity, and low utilization rate.

Of course, it also has advantages, that is, it has strong explosive power with point arrancar!

As for the scene created by Zuo Qingtian, it must be at least a card that only a martial arts master can have.

Only the young man had a smile on his lips, but that smile seemed a little more sarcastic.

Dan Fenglian, a woman in black from the Jingshi Red Lotus Society, saw it and asked, "Senior Jin seems to be very disdainful?"

"Zuo Qingtian is indeed extremely talented, otherwise he would not have reached this point. However, the way of the ancient immortals emphasizes the cultivation of both life and life.

He, who only cultivates his nature but not his life, will be in vain in the end! "

After a pause, he added: "However, if this trip goes well and I get the inheritance of Xuanzhen Guan, then everything will not be a problem."

His eyes shifted slightly, he looked at everyone, and said: "Okay, you can inform your seniors. After the leader of the Left Alliance has said hello, it's time for us to appear."

at the same time,

on the other side,

The Baisha River has become a mess. Some boats have been stranded, some have overturned, some have rolled over, and countless people are still struggling in the mud.

But Zuo Qingtian ignored it.

He carried the turbulent river water upstream and reached the bank of the lonely peak, facing the mountain gate of Xuanzhen Temple.

Suddenly, Zuo Qingtian's figure suddenly changed, like smoke and mist, and turned into the size of a mountain, standing between heaven and earth.

The surging river water turned into a torrent, seeming to be holding him up, standing on the sky.

He lowered his head slightly, and his voice drowned out all the noise in the world, and the old and powerful voice spread ten or hundreds of miles away.

"The leader of the Alien Alliance, Zuo Qingtian, is here. Under the orders of the Slaughter Immortal Palace, he brought water from the Baisha River to lock the door. I also asked Temple Master Chu to take over!"

"Look at my secret technique, flooding the country! Get up! Get up! Get up!"

The rumbling water completely destroyed the bank embankments and washed into the mountains and forests. Wherever it passed, trees were broken and roads were destroyed.

On the shore, there were countless people who were not paying attention for a moment, and were swept away by the river. They were smashed to pieces by the impact, and their mouths were full of muddy water. They didn't know whether they were alive or dead.

…

Inside the Xuanzhen Temple,

The early warning weapon Five Elements Flag was vibrating almost like crazy. The old Taoist Qingjing was so excited that he could not maintain the flame in his hand. The flame jumped under the alchemy furnace, and a black smoke rose up.

Just one moment of trance, and his furnace elixir is useless.

But he didn't care about these at all. He raised his hand and took out the Five Elements Flag and ran out frantically.

In fact, it's not his fault that he didn't do his best. The Five Elements Flag has defects in sensing malicious intent. Apart from other things, during the martial arts performance and lecture, as far as he could see, so many warriors almost all had malicious intentions towards Xuanzhen Temple.

He couldn't catch everyone.

Therefore, the rules given by Chu Zhou were that as long as they didn't go to the secret places of Xuanzhen Temple or had violent spiritual fluctuations, they could be ignored.

Therefore, when Taoist Qingjing was patrolling, he only paid attention to the situation in Xuanzhen Temple, and Baisha City turned a blind eye.

But this time, it was considered a backlash.

Of course, there was no need for him to warn. Xu Cheng, Yi Huai, Fan Tiehu and Wei Fangjie had already felt the crisis. They turned into four streams of light and rushed out of Xuanzhen Temple.

Red, emerald green, earth yellow, and bright gold, four colors of magic power flowed, standing in the air, and four blue dragon shadows hovered, which made them more majestic and terrifying.

But facing the overwhelming flood, they seemed a little at a loss.

"We are really, really too careless. Outsiders have come to our door, and we are still unsure?"

Wei Fangjie's face was livid, and he was very dissatisfied with his relaxation, but Xu Cheng waved his hand and interrupted: "What is coming will always come, and no one can stop it.

Now, what we need most is to stop this surging river?"

"I will go and kill Zuo Qingtian directly. If he dies, the flood should recede!"

Yi Huai was furious, and the fire magic power around him suddenly fluctuated. He was about to kill, but Xu Cheng raised his hand and pulled him back.

"It's useless! If I'm not mistaken, Zuo Qingtian is a Yin spirit traveling. Although there are many restrictions, his speed is extremely fast. If there is no special means, it is difficult to catch up.

If the eldest brother is here, there may be a possibility. You and I can't do anything to him."

"What should we do?"

Fan Tiehu said: "We can think about it. What would the eldest brother do if he was here?"

"The eldest brother practices water magic. If he is here, it is hard to say who controls the vast water of Baisha River.

But the problem is that we have neither the eldest brother's magic power nor anyone practicing water magic."

"This won't work, and that won't work. What should we do now?"

In a hurry, the four people quickly exchanged opinions, but the situation at hand was indeed tricky, and they did not discuss a result.

When the surging river water was about to flood the mountain gate of Xuanzhen Temple, Xu Cheng finally made a decision.

"Tiehu, go and ring the bronze bell and ask everyone in the sect to move to the Patriarch's Hall first. If that doesn't work, run to the depths of the Chilong Mountains."

"Yi Huai, you should go and find the bad luck of Zuo Qingtian. Even if it doesn't work, it's good to distract him."

"Fang Jie, you and I will rush directly into the Baisha River. We can't let them disrupt the senior brother's retreat and breakthrough."

"Okay!"

Everyone responded in unison and went back to their own work.

Fan Tiehu turned into a stream of light and directly hit the bronze bell on the mountain. The "bang bang bang" sound of the bell was urgent and chaotic.

In Xuanzhen Temple, the disciples who were originally in a mess heard the bell and immediately gathered at the martial arts stage.

Fan Zhong, Wei Jinkui, Qingjing Laodao, and Hao Songqing also moved. With their command, the chaos was improved.

In fact, the disciples of Xuanzhen Temple are nothing. They sharpen their muscles and bones every day, and their skin is thick. They are basically powerful surfers by the Baisha River.

But in addition to the disciples, Xuanzhen Temple also has a large number of mortals, some pretending to be teachers, some keeping accounts, and some slaves and maids...

These people have no resistance, so Fan Zhong had to let the disciples carry them on their backs and run to the ancestral hall.

Yi Huai turned into a red dragon with majestic dragon horns and flying dragon whiskers, rushed to the sky, and killed Zuo Qingtian.

However, Xu Cheng's judgment was reasonable. The Yin spirit was traveling, which was somewhat similar to the existence of evil spirits.

Although it looked huge, it was really difficult to hurt him without special means.

Even if Yi Huai used fire magic to attract fire crows to dance, the effect was not great.

However, this magic still made Zuo Qingtian more fearful and distracted, but his eyes became more fiery.

As for Xu Cheng, he turned into an emerald green dragon and plunged into the water. With his magic, vines were woven into a large net, as if to cover the flood.

Wei Fangjie turned into an earthy yellow dragon and plunged into the earth. The ground shook, cracked, and broke open.

Floods poured out along the cracks and merged into the underground waterway.

Another figure fell from the sky and smashed in front of the mountain gate. It was Fan Tiehu who returned.

He looked at the surging river water that was about to smash the mountain gate. His eyes condensed and he suddenly turned into a hegemonic body about ten feet high. The golden magic power around him turned into a sky-high sword energy, and he chopped down again.

Boom!

The sword light flashed continuously, and the flood that was rushing in front of him was split into two and poured to both sides.

Although Zuo Qingtian manipulated it, it is natural that water flows to the lower place. Although the rumbling river water hit the surroundings in pieces, the mountain gate was finally temporarily defended.

On one side, the river water was manipulated, and on the other side, the brothers worked together to block and divert the flood. The two sides were deadlocked, and for a while, it was difficult to resolve!

Of course, the flood was ruthless. Wherever it passed, ships, fields, pedestrians, pilgrims, and vendors all suffered.

It can be said that since the struggle between Wenxiang Temple and Yunya Sword Sect, the entire Baisha City has never suffered such a disaster.

What was unexpected was that Yi Huai had found a way to break the impasse!

The fiery red dragon Yi Huai transformed into chased Zuo Qingtian's Yin Shen, but the effect was extremely poor.

The Yin Shen was like an ethereal existence, coming and going carelessly, extremely fast, and almost unaffected by fists and feet, and the effect of the Fire Crow Curse was also extremely poor.

Finally, Yi Huai had a flash of inspiration and thought of what Chu Zhou had mentioned before, that when dealing with zombie puppets and drought demons, the "evil-breaking technique" was very effective.

He tried his best and also gestured the closed loop of spiritual patterns in a very realistic way.

However, his familiarity with this technique was not as good as Chu Zhou's, that is, he remembered the content and practiced it very few times.

That is Zuo Qingtian, he had no intention of fighting Yi Huai in the last round, and he only focused on manipulating the flood to flood Xuanzhen Temple.

Then, after failing for more than ten times in a row, a ball of evil-breaking golden light finally formed, and Yi Huai almost couldn't wait to throw it at Zuo Qingtian's Yin Shen.

However, he did not expect that wherever the golden light passed, Zuo Qingtian's illusory Yin Shen seemed to have suffered great damage.

The Yin Shen's body melted as soon as it touched it, howling and turning into a shadow, chasing after his physical body.

Without his manipulation, the surging flood immediately seemed to be deflated and fell to the ground.

Xu Cheng and the other four also reacted very quickly, slashing out with swords and swords, plowing gullies on the ground.

The flood had a channel to vent, and almost immediately rushed to the Baisha River.

When the flood was drained, all that was left was a mess.

However, before Xu Cheng and the other four could breathe a sigh of relief, the expressions on their faces froze.

To the south of Xuanzhen Temple, that is, in the direction of Baisha City, there were bursts of energy, like fireworks blooming in the dark night, dazzling and dazzling.

However, unlike the fleeting fireworks, these people were persistent and unscrupulous.

As if they were afraid that others would not know, they released their own aura without reservation.

If you look down from the sky, to the south of Xuanzhen Temple, there are masters standing in the air and stepping forward.

Their speed is definitely not fast, and their formation is not neat, but hundreds of masters of the half-step master level are walking here, and the pressure brought is overwhelming.

But it's not over yet, far from over!

As if giving a signal, to the north and west of Xuanzhen Temple, and in the depths of the Chilong Mountains, there are also auras rising.

To the east of Xuanzhen Temple, on the Baisha River, there are also martial arts masters who received the signal and took off.

Unknowingly, Xuanzhen Temple has been surrounded, and there are enemies in all directions, in the sky and on the ground.

These people started as half-step masters, because only half-step masters can fly in the air.

But these people are just minions in this war.

I don't know when, martial arts masters appeared. They stood on the higher sky, and each of them showed their martial arts bodies.

Or rare beasts, or karmic fire red lotus, or half-moon, or the phantom of a god, or weapons...

The martial arts body must be in line with the martial arts of the person. Even if it is the same martial arts, it will be different due to the different practice process and understanding.

But above this sky, dozens of martial arts bodies appeared in the world, looking down from a high place, just like a god descending to the world, overlooking the world.

That power is unparalleled!

But it's not over yet!

A big hole was broken in the sea of ​​clouds in the sky, and a red lotus sun was in the sky, shining with hot light in all directions.

It was the Pure World Red Lotus Society, and the Red Lotus Sect leader Xiao Shu came.

Another round of black moon was hanging high, and the cold moonlight shone down, and the light spread across the earth. A woman in black clothes could be vaguely seen, with her feet on tiptoe in the black moon.

It was the Xuanyue Sect, the Xuanyue Demon Lord!

There was another hunchbacked old man, walking under the shining sun and moon, but no sun or moon light could radiate to him.

All around him, it was like a black hole, an abyss, dark and unfathomable, able to swallow everything.

This one, the martial arts master sent by the King of Hell, has been in seclusion for a hundred years, not caring about worldly affairs, and seeking immortality.

No one knows his name anymore, and now he just asks others to call him the immortal god.

Finally, there is a young man!

He looks so young and energetic, and he casually fiddles with a folding fan in one hand, which makes him even more dashing and romantic.

The immortal god looked eager, as if he longed for his youth and vitality.

Of course, he didn't dare to make any rash moves, because behind the young man, a golden giant sword pierced the sky, and the raging sword intent cut through the sea of ​​clouds, making people dare not look directly at it.

This one, the person from the Immortal Killing Hall, the front desk person in charge of this battle to destroy the immortals, Jin Baishun.

Xu Cheng and the other four had already returned to the Patriarch's Hall. They stood in the air, guarding the four directions.

Although their momentum was still strong, they looked weak like lambs to be slaughtered in the face of enemies from all directions.

"Damn it, this is the rhythm of exterminating the whole family!"

Yi Huai cursed angrily, but this one curse expressed the thoughts of all the disciples of Xuanzhen Temple.

With this face, so many masters, even the half-step master can only be a wash, which shows how determined these evil people are to destroy Xuanzhen Temple!

At this time, in the air, the young man took a few steps forward, and his young and cold voice resounded through the world.

"The one who destroyed Xuanzhen Temple is the Immortal Killing Hall!"

"You, if there are really one or two who can escape, if you still have the courage, come to my Immortal Killing Hall."

"Okay, I've said everything I should say, gentlemen, destroy the whole family!"

The young man waved his hand casually, as if he was making a decision that was not worth mentioning. He didn't even have the mind to find Chu Zhou and ask him a few more questions.

But at this moment, a loud voice also resounded through the world: "Want to destroy my Xuanzhen Temple?"

"Hahahaha, hahahahaha, you guys, are you not afraid of the wind blowing your tongue!"

At the same time, above the Medicine Refining Peak, countless spiritual inspirations swarmed in, turning into a funnel-shaped tornado that connected the sky and the earth, and went straight down.

In the secluded quiet room, Chu Zhou looked around, his eyes gleaming with brilliance, and his murderous aura was revealed.

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