Xuanjian Immortal Clan

The river wind on the shore is fierce, and dark black rocks are dotted in the river. The rocks are jagged and the water is swirling, either steady or fast. Occasionally, there are calm bends in the water, reflecting the scenery in the sky.

There is only one bright spot in the dark night.

The man in white-gold armor rose into the sky, shining brightly like a white star in the gloomy night. The cultivators from the north hesitated for a moment and then raised their eyes to look at him.

"Bian Yan Li Xuanfeng..."

Not all of the group of cultivators were casual cultivators without masters, but they were all dormant in silence, quietly waiting for something. Everything along the north and south rivers became strangely quiet, leaving only the sound of the surging river water.

Si Yuanli was also a decisive person. He made a decision and immediately changed his mentality. As if he breathed a sigh of relief, his sword energy was very vague. He stood beside Li Xuanfeng and observed carefully.

There are many monks on the north bank, but they are clearly divided into several factions. Several monks of Buddhist monks gradually arrived, staying as still as a mountain at the back. In front of them were the monks who had been recruited from the northern counties. Within the same clan, Immortals and demons are often mixed together, making it very complicated.

The casual cultivators and Xiaoguan cultivators are obviously much purer. They either purely practice the Zijin Dao, the Demonic Dao, or both - they are all Demonic Dao anyway, and there is no conflict. They are mixed with demonic cultivators from all over the world and even overseas who come to make money. A mixed bag.

Si Yuanli looked at it for a while, and vaguely saw some flags of Zhao State, and he didn't feel strange. Zhao Ting had become a puppet of Shi Dao, but it was not as useless as Wu Yue. Shi Dao recruited cultivators through Zhao Ting, and in name only It looks better. He turned to Li Qinghong and whispered:

"The Buddhist cultivators of Emptiness, Compassion, and Good Joy are gradually arriving. The North Bank is not as chaotic and ownerless as before. The Buddhist cultivators like to seize the fate of this dispute between the North and the South. They will not give up hastily and need to cheer up. .”

"Boom!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the thunder in the clouds rang twice, and the dark smoke rose. Li Xuanfeng stood in the air with a bow and stepped on the golden light. The group of cultivators in front of him were stopped by him. After more than ten breaths, they slowly came over again. .

White-gold brilliance flickered in the air, and bright brilliance burst out from it, penetrating into the night on the other side. The man loosened the string and took out a scroll from his waist.

This scroll is not big and looks ordinary, but now all the eyes from the north and the south are focused on him. Their scorching eyes suddenly stop on the scroll, either exploring or wondering, and everyone's pupils follow. The scroll of spiritual weapons moved.

Li Xuanfeng's eyes also stayed on this spiritual weapon, pouring spiritual consciousness and mana into it, the ivory-colored white hook belt untied itself, and the long scroll suddenly dropped down, and a piece of white floated in the air.

Li Xuanfeng held the scroll in person and saw the content at a glance. The painting was a long picture of the Yangtze River and Huaihe River, stretching for thousands of miles. The scenery on both sides of the bank is rich, and the flying insects, birds and beasts are lifelike. It is much longer than the river at his feet, and the back edges are curved. It leads all the way to the East China Sea.

His eyes kept moving along the scroll and landed on the final payment:

"Huaijiang Map, Boye Cui Yan, Conquered the Three Hundred and Seventeenth Year."

The scroll had just been opened, and countless red streams of light spewed out from it, like fireflies flying and jumping in the air. Li Xuanfeng's voice was slightly hoarse, but sonorous and powerful:

"Shangyao Xuanji, Jianghuai Yuyang..."

His voice just came out of his mouth, and he was immediately sucked into the painting. The sky suddenly became brighter, the clouds turned into brilliant golden yellow, and a bright light fell in the sky.

Li Ximing's pupils below him slowly dilated, and the immortal base in his body seemed to be mobilized by something, roaring in waves. A bright light was reflected in his eyes, and he murmured:

"Ming Yang..."

Under the gaze of thousands of people, a golden streak flew out of the scroll and fell from the sky. A brilliant color appeared on the soles of Li Xuanfeng's feet, and the river turned into bright gold, clear and transparent.

The bright river continued to surge forward, and a shadow faintly appeared below. After just a breath, a towering pass emerged, breaking through the water and rising into the sky.

This pass stretches endlessly, with complex and bright lines, and the white bricks fit together exquisitely. It is obviously a jade color, but it is brighter, showing a simple and generous color. It rises along the river and flies up to the sky.

"Wow!"

The heads of the cultivators slowly raised as their gazes rose, and the rushing golden river water flowed down from the pass, like countless golden waterfalls, dazzling the eyes.

"Ancient spiritual weapon...[Huaijiang Map]"

A voice from the north chanted, which echoed among the cultivators and seemed particularly harsh in the silent environment.

The sky was darkening again, and the man in platinum armor stood on the 100-meter-long entrance that separated the north and south, like an ancient immortal general. The white phantom behind him turned into circles of halo, illuminating his side with light.

All kinds of mysteries arose in Li Xuanfeng's mind. Both immortal bases received some kind of blessing. Thick mana rippled out, making him float gently in the air. The [Heavenly Gold Armor] blessed on the surface of the body was even more obvious. It was domineering and mighty, platinum. The color is dazzling.

"Buzz."

He held up the bow, and a mysterious arrow immediately fell on the string. A sharp light began to appear on the bow, and the strong Gang Qi spread behind him, dragging out streaks of golden light, which illuminated his face. Suddenly dark.

"call out…"

A golden brilliance flashed in the air, and everyone in the foundation building felt a warning sign in their hearts, and they panicked and sacrificed their magic weapons. For a moment, the group of cultivators on the shore stopped, and all kinds of magic weapons rose up, red, orange, red and green, and it was bright.

"Bang!"

The head of a middle-aged monk at the front of the north bank exploded. The magic weapon in his hand was torn into pieces like tissue paper. It fell like rain, and the explosive magic light and Gang Qi impacted and made a violent roar. Voice:

"Boom!"

The surrounding cultivators retreated one after another, falling like rain. This person didn't even take a single move, and was shot dead on the spot, leaving only a trace of red that rushed up into the sky and turned into blood and light like clouds.

"The vision...this is absolutely dead!"

The old monk next to him turned pale, trembled, and said in horror:

"Chun Yubei is dead... Even though he was injured, it only took one arrow! This is unreasonable!"

"After all, we are also the masters of the temples in various counties. We are like chickens and dogs in front of this person...what else can we fight!"

Before the group of cultivators had time to mourn, the frightened howling sounded again in their ears. Five more arrows appeared in the hands of this stern man. The fetal breath and Qi training on the soles of his feet made the monks and nuns unable to see the situation clearly. They rushed forward. All the foundation builders took a step back.

"not good!"

"boom!"

Intense golden light exploded everywhere. Before the veteran had time to observe who was dead or injured, he saw several black rays of light flying up to escape. Li Xuanfeng let out a breath, and five more arrows appeared on the string.

The old Taoist suddenly felt a chill in his neck, took a step back, and said in horror:

"Why hasn't anyone come forward yet? I have to wait to die!"

In an instant, everyone on the north bank was frightened, and Xiaoxiu on the ground also raised his head. The light of the foundation building disappeared and appeared, and there were signs of collapse.

On the other hand, on the south bank, a group of monks, big and small, were equally horrified. They all raised their heads to look at Li Xuanfeng in the air, with joy on their faces. They flew down to the door one by one, holding their magic weapons.

Li Xuanfeng's body was shining brightly, and the arrows in his hands were moving lightly. The north finally couldn't hold on anymore, and a monk flew out from behind on the wind, with strong muscles, eyes wide and angry, and shouted:

"How dare you, little devil, be so presumptuous!"

This monk changed his usual appearance of sparse cultivation tools. Not only did he have a golden cloud under his feet, he also held a crescent shovel in his hand, which was full of bright lines and was quite luxurious.

He then took off on the wind, and someone followed him immediately. He was a tall, thin monk with a smile on his face. He placed his left hand flat on his chest, holding a gold ring between his thumb and index finger, without saying a word. Follow up with a muffled sound.

Li Xuanfeng was blessed by the spiritual weapon on the soles of his feet, and the bright light on his body extended with every move he made. It not only blessed his body and magic power, but also spread his spiritual consciousness across the entire river bank. He just plucked the strings with a cold eye, and the golden stream of light came from It flows down the sides of the cheeks.

"Buzz!"

Although the two monks called him a devil, they were not careless in their actions. Their expressions suddenly became solemn. The smile on the face of the tall and thin monk behind them froze, and he held out the golden circlet in his hand as if facing a formidable enemy.

The golden circle rolled and enlarged in mid-air, revealing the dense lines on the circle, and sprayed out a misty golden light, suddenly catching something golden. The tall and thin monk was immediately overjoyed and said:

"receive!"

The sound of dense metal collisions suddenly sounded on the river bank, making people's ears numb. The tall and thin monk felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy. The sturdy monk quickly waved his magic weapon forward, trying to hit Li Xuanfeng.

After being obstructed by the two monks, the foundation building at the rear finally approached the river bank. The monks from the north and the south immediately started fighting, and countless lights rose in the sky, making bursts of roaring sounds.

Li Xuanfeng's arrow was blocked, but there was no change in his expression. He was so famous that the North would naturally send out special magical weapons and monks to target him, which was not unexpected.

"court death."

This tall and thin monk was not very strong. He could tell at a glance that he was a pawn used for testing. It was just that the magical weapon was a bit strange. He stepped on his black boots, raised the string and sneered:

"Go!"

The golden-red arrow in his hand disappeared in an instant, and a golden-red brilliance exploded in the sky. The golden ring seemed to be hit hard from the face. The magic dissipated and flew backwards into its original shape. The tall and thin monk first spat out a mouthful of blood. , a golden-red brilliance reflected in his eyes.

"Bang!"

Li Xuanfeng's full blow with the blessing of Zifu's spiritual weapon was already stronger than the arrow he shot at Tang Shedu. The tall and thin monk's upper body was immediately torn to pieces. The lower body remained for a moment, and was immediately torn away by the gang energy. Only a golden light remained and went to the north to be reincarnated.

The strong monk rushed forward, full of golden runes appeared on his body, and the crescent shovel was like a meteor falling from the sky, bringing with it a piece of golden brilliance.

"Boom!"

The golden brilliance spread out, and a big hand covered with golden and white armor was seen holding the magic weapon, placing it firmly in the palm. The white-gold lines on the man's face were intertwined with bright light, making his fierce face appear. His eyebrows exuded deep majesty.

"By you?"

He opened and closed his lips and teeth, and uttered cold and sonorous words, forcefully stopping the monk from retreating, which reverberated in the air like thunder:

"Since Tang Shedu has rebelled and is sympathetic to the situation, it must be a good opportunity to kill me in the overall situation between the north and the south..."

Circles of bright light rippled behind this man, his golden armor was brilliant, and the lines on his face were threatening. He placed one hand flat in front of him, holding the powerful monk's magic weapon in front of him, and cast his golden eyes towards the north. .

"Everyone, come out!"

The sound was like thunder, rippling in the clouds, attracting everyone's attention.

Figures of people appeared around him, either holding guns and sticks, or holding bottles and rings. Their faces were golden and compassionate, and their bodies were indestructible vajra bodies. They were scattered and standing in the air, about ten of them. Everyone else glanced at him coldly.

Their voices resonated in the air, whether male or female, like ten thousand people singing in unison:

"Bold demon!"

…

The young man in black emerged from the black smoke. Holding the talisman tightly in his hand, he penetrated into the group of cultivators on the north bank, penetrated deep into the north, and landed on a small mountain in the north.

A fat monk came towards me, wearing a cassock. When he saw him, he smiled brightly and said:

"Fellow Daoist Yu!"

"Mage of Falsehood."

Yu Jiang responded casually, with a calm face on his face, but a little absent-minded in his heart. He raised his eyebrows and said:

"How come Shi Dao has so many immortals and demons under his command?"

"Eh…"

Xuwang laughed twice and replied:

"What are you talking about? Our orthodox religion is the most tolerant and treats everyone equally. How can we force immortals and demons and not allow others to follow the orthodoxy? After all, Taoist friends are in the South China Sea. I only heard that Da Zhao is a country that explains things, so I take it for granted..."

He said seriously:

"Although I, the Great Zhao, worship Buddhism, there are also a lot of people in both the immortal and demon realms. I am a Buddhist monk in the county and city, but I will never touch the county, Zhou, and suburban mountains. I will only leave it to those who are destined..."

As he said this, he led him to the top of the mountain. Several people were already sitting in the hall on the top of the mountain. One of them was wearing a Taoist uniform and had a gloomy face. Hearing this from a distance, he sneered:

"Isn't it! How can you believe in Buddhism without demonic cultivators! The people are smart! Even if the demonic cultivators are getting more and more rampant, their belief becomes more sincere! Don't you know that there is hell under Shishan Mountain?"

He took a brief peek, recognized Yu Jiang, softened his tone a little, and said casually:

"Fellow Taoist, I was born in Tanjongwu, South China Sea. It is the place where the Buddha attained enlightenment. Nowadays, demon cultivators are the most numerous, right?"

His words fell into Xu Hua's ears, but the fat monk was not angry. He just smiled and said:

"What are you talking about? We respect his way and do not interfere with the cultivators in the mountains. They cultivate on their own and become demons. They eat people and drink blood, making the people fearful. In the end, they are killed by us. This is an achievement. It’s only through the merits of waiting for me.”

The man in Taoist robes sneered, but he couldn't say anything. Yu Jiang turned around and saw a feminine man on the other side, wearing a python robe, silently drinking tea.

Yu Jiang sat down on the side, understanding the other party's intention of inviting him here, and still said coldly:

"The Master is so eager to invite me here, why should I do it?"

Xu Huan chuckled and whispered:

"Everyone, I have lost contact with you. It's just the time for us to figure out your thoughts... Fellow Taoist Yu can still contact Gao Xiu. Can you give us some advice?"

"Is there anything I can advise you on?"

Yu Jiang understood what he meant, but deliberately did not point it out. He wanted to find out more information. Instead, he stood up, pointed to the south, and said coldly:

"You can't see what it looks like in the south? Inviting me to destroy the Zi Mansion's spiritual weapon? You think too highly of me! This matter is troublesome, so please hire someone else!"

"No! No!"

The fat monk shook his head repeatedly and said with a smile:

"How can the layout remain unchanged when the situation changes?"

"That vicious man in the south..."

The monk laughed and replied:

"Of course it's an opportunity given to our Taoist fellow disciples, you don't need to take care of it!"

Yu Jiang's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, but saw the monk pointing north, with a smile on his face, and said in a low voice:

"Fellow Taoist has a grudge against Qingchi, right? Only fellow Taoist can break through the great formation at Bian Yanshan quickly!"