Xuanjian Immortal Clan

"oh?"

The expression on Yu Jiang's face was completely different from the one he had just looked at with the Li family. His skin was light brown and he looked like a typical Nanhai monk. He had known what vain plans he had made, but now after listening to his words, he sat down and raised his hand. Drooping on the armrest, he said casually:

"Hate is hatred, but there is no such thing as a free hand."

I don’t know what the situation is in Anhuai Tianzhong. The Zifus and Mahas may come out for sure. Master Xu Huan has a smile on his face, but he is already very anxious in his heart:

"If by chance those few people come out and everything in front of them falls back to the high-level cultivation game, it will be troublesome! We can't delay it any longer... If this person doesn't have any excessive demands, then let him accept it..."

Xu Huan's current actions are said to be based on his own intentions, but they could also be done without permission. Xu Huan has been staying with the mage for more than a hundred years, and there is only one opportunity left. Once Bian Yan Mountain is captured, not only is a breakthrough right in front of him, but there is also a big challenge. Credit...it will be said that all the advantages will be taken advantage of by then.

But if the mountain cannot be conquered, or if An Huaitian comes out halfway, then he will be put on a rack and roasted. The competition for the release position in the north is already fierce. No matter what the attitude of Qingchi Zifu is, you will be cold-hearted and add insult to injury. It's too late, and he won't be able to protect his ambitious junior who wants to get a share of the pie.

"Only by standing out, falling into the eyes of Maha, and gaining a place of pity... Who wouldn't give me a smile when they see me?"

His strength is actually much higher than that of his fellow disciples, and he has already made a calculation in his mind:

"Li Xuanfeng is stepping on the Huaijiang River. He cannot be defeated by one person. If he doesn't call the crowd to surround him, who can take his life? Tuoba will have to die several times again if he comes back to life!"

"If all the cultivators were to besiege us, how many lives would we get? This would be boring!"

He was so ambitious that since he could not go south, he would not fight for Li Xuanfeng's life. Taking Bian Yanshan would be as important as his life. He immediately said:

"Time is short, if you have any requests, fellow Taoist, just ask."

Yu Jiang looked serious and replied:

"I have a way to get rid of Bian Yanshan. I only need one [Shaoshang Xianghuo]."

As soon as the name of this thing came out, the man in python robe sitting beside him raised his eyebrows seriously. Xuan Huan naturally recognized this thing, walked over quickly, and whispered:

"This Shaoyang thing, the great Zhao got a lot when he broke the Liang Dynasty. The imperial line is weak. I should have seen it before, Chang Shi. Please help me..."

After he had finished speaking softly and kindly, the man in the python robe finally spoke, with a sharp and thin voice:

"Given the things, it is regarded as the true meaning. Fellow Taoist False Taoist will now have a clear path forward!"

The situation was pressing, and Xu Hua had no choice but to obey, and took a stone bottle and handed it to Yu Jiang's hand. They also knew that if they didn't do something, they would be fine. Once they did, they had to be decisive and ruthless. They didn't say a word, and they rode away together at high speed. go.

This place is only a few hundred miles away from Bianyan Mountain. After walking through the billowing magic smoke and arriving at the front of the formation, countless Buddhist cultivators and demon cultivators have already surrounded the formation, fighting hard around the formation.

This formation has a light blue color, and the scenery inside cannot be seen clearly, but it is extremely solid and reliable. After being surrounded by cultivators for such a long time, it is still bright and radiant, without wavering at all, like a green lotus in the rolling devil abyss, Xian Chen Not stained.

There was already a circle of monks surrounding the formation, and there was a steady stream of monks heading south to gather together. The three of them all turned their attention to Yu Jiang, their vain hearts raised in their throats, and they whispered:

“Then it all depends on fellow Taoist’s ability.”

"Bring the jade talisman!"

Yu Jiang asked, and the monk quickly handed over a jade talisman. It was the talisman for entering and exiting the formation in front of him. It was taken from a certain immortal cultivator. However, this formation was extremely clever, and all the important talismans were recorded. Only middle-aged people can enter, and it has no big effect.

Yu Jiang collected the jade talisman and calmly used his hand as a knife to cut open his chest with a light stroke. He reached into the jade talisman and groped twice before taking out the talisman one by one.

These talismans were of different shapes and were smooth and clean. He took out three long boards of animal teeth, twisted one and placed it in front of him.

"Welcome to Wu Sanjiu."

Then he placed a piece on each side and muttered:

"Regards Yuzhen Liujiu."

"Pray and pray together."

The three dental plates glowed together. He took out a white talisman from his sleeve, put it between his two palms and closed it, then pointed the tiger's mouth at his lips, took two breaths, and murmured:

"The Sacrifice Urn Quandan is an ancient method that is unpredictable... There is a person who gives me an arrow. He loses it first and then returns it. It is a loan. He comes and I go, and I also borrow it..."

His words were vague and mixed with many spells, making it difficult for several people to hear clearly. There was a strange sound of bone cracking coming from his body, his eyebrows became longer and sharper, and his eyes turned into a light gray color, showing an unruffled power. It emanated from between his eyebrows and swept towards several people around him.

"Li Xuanfeng!"

This glance frightened Xuwu beside him so much that he hurriedly took a step back. A long whip appeared in the palm of the man in the python robe. Xuwu reacted immediately and said in horror:

"Dao Youyi has the way of change! This, this, this..."

Yu Jiang's appearance does not just look like Li Xuanfeng's face, but even his breath is exactly the same. After repeated inspections with his spiritual sense, it turns out that it is Li Xuanfeng himself! If it weren't for the iconic Gang Qi on his body, a few people might have thought that Li Xuanfeng had arrived in person!

Xuwu immediately touched his palms, suddenly realized in his heart, and sighed:

"Why did my fellow Taoist go all the way to see Li Xuanfeng! It turns out that I used the appearance of a Nanhai monk to get close to him just to cast a spell at this moment... My fellow Taoist had already made arrangements... but he deceived us so miserably!"

"Tao is friendly and sharp!"

Yu Jiang nodded with approval, but secretly said in his heart:

"If I borrow his appearance, there is no need to rely on anything, just to dispel suspicion..."

He glanced at several people coldly, and when he saw that the three of them couldn't help but look away, he picked up the jade talisman, rode the wind and said softly:

"I fell into the formation. Before Chi Zhiyan could react in time, I opened the formation gate. Everyone, please cheer up! Don't miss the opportunity!"

He spoke with this face, and there was a sense of majesty in his words. Several people felt weird and tilted their heads in response.

Yu Jiang fell into the formation, and after only three breaths, he saw the green lotus-like formation shining brightly, flickering on and off, with several holes appearing, and a roar sounded from it:

"who!"

"kill!"

The sound of Demon Release shook the sky instantly, and countless black clouds poured into it along the portal. Xuwu laughed loudly and said in a loud voice:

"The opportunity for me to attain enlightenment is here!"

…

The green lotus in the north of the Yangtze River is gradually dimming, but the bright light in the south of the Yangtze River is getting brighter and brighter. The sky has been shrouded in various colors of light, the sharp energy of guns, sticks and swords is everywhere, and the rushing lake water pours out of the bottle, surging in the sky.

All the mages appeared together. Li Xuanfeng was still as cold as iron. He grabbed the mage's crescent shovel with one hand. The bright light climbed up and locked his body. The other hand penetrated straight in with a bang. Blow his brains out.

"Crash!"

The blood of this majestic mage turned into the fragrance of lotus flowers all over the sky. His headless body was full of cracks and even his magic weapon was gone. He hurriedly rode the wind and fell downwards. Fortunately, Li Xuanfeng punched instead of arrows.

The two little mages who were fishing all lost their magical bodies that had been cultivated for hundreds of years and fled. The fourteen mages who were specifically targeting him in the air finally took the opportunity to step forward with angry faces and shouted:

"Bold monster, how dare you be so presumptuous!"

"Boom!"

Many magic weapons fell together, making a violent roar. The swords, guns, axes and sticks hit one place, flashing a brilliance that made people's eyes shine. The sharpness of the metal intertwined with the colorful light of Shixiu, and they were all blocked by a golden bow.

"Oh..."

Li Xuanfeng's figure sank, and finally his breath stagnated. There was a slight trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. The bright light rose under his feet. The magical movement of the Huaijiang Map had escaped from the surroundings of more than ten people and appeared on another pass. The immortal figure appeared on another pass. An edge appeared on the bow.

"Qiang!"

A sword light suddenly jumped from below. Si Yuanli raised the sword element, but two mages came out of the crowd, each holding a bottle containing sharp energy in their hands, to suppress him.

These two bottles have a strange shape. They are not used for gushing out, but for storing. They are obviously specially designed for sword cultivators like him. He swallowed all the sword energy in his breath, making a sound of metal friction.

‘[Songbai Quan Yuan Sword Technique]! ’

Si Yuanli flipped the green sword in his hand and danced with a few ethereal sword lights. Although the two people in front of him were obviously targeting sword cultivators, he was not an ordinary person. He was not afraid at all. Countless ethereal sword lights were transformed into his hands, which was majestic.

He circled the two golden mages in front of him, with a calm look on his face, his sword skills became more and more comfortable, and he observed the situation along the entire river bank.

There are many foundation-building north cultivators below. Li Qinghong is the most dazzling in catching thunder and lightning. Li Ximing holds Mingguan and suppresses several people. Li Xi uses magic skills to tease the group of cultivators in the palm of his hand. They are all good at making him secretly Shocked:

"Now the Li family has the prestige of the Xiao family in the past. Li Ximing is comparable to Xiao Yuansi, but Li Qinghong is a person on the level of Yuan Chengdun... Li Xizhi is also in the sect, but his methods and scheming are more ruthless than Xiao Yuansi..."

He has been fighting within a small sect and always thinks about things from the perspective of factional disputes. Now his first reaction is still the same. The more he thinks about it, the more surprised he becomes, and he secretly said:

"I don't know if Bu Zi has fallen. Now that my family has done this, we will definitely offend the Chi family in the future. Now that we have taken this step, the Li family will definitely use it as support..."

All the cultivators had to deal with the enemy, but he was the only one who had the opportunity to come to help Li Xuanfeng, and he observed more carefully, but most of his attention was still focused on Li Xuanfeng.

"Brother Xuanfeng..."

A circle of bright light spread out behind the man in platinum armor, pushing away the surging water from the spirit bottle. He drew the long bow in his hand to the full moon, and the golden light extinguished.

The light at the other end seemed to dye the sky with color. The twelve Masters of Release and Repair each took their seats, and their voices were uniform and buzzing in the air:

"[Huixu Demon Subduing Formation]!"

As an ethereal bell rang, dark golden lines and colorful brilliance condensed into a huge formation in the air. Each of the mages fell into the corresponding formations, and the magic weapons in their hands became even more radiant and terrifying.

The twelve Buddhist cultivators are majestic, exuding bursts of fragrance, like the Savior of the World, subduing demons and slaying demons:

"Bold monster! Now let you have a taste of my orthodox method of subduing demons!"

Except for the two people who targeted Si Yuanli at the beginning, the twelve Buddhist monks in front of them formed a large formation and stood facing Li Xuanfeng. Seeing the bright golden bow in Li Xuanfeng's hand, all the monks shouted in unison:

"Edict!"

Then the six mages in strange positions all looked shocked, and each held a magic weapon, whether it was a bottle, a ring, a mirror, or a tower, and they all glowed together.

The gold-patterned bottle poured the lake water, and it surged out of the mouth of the bottle. The brilliance of the golden mirror burned the gold fossils, shining brightly into his eyes. The tall tower stood in the void, blocking the bright light of the "Jianghuai Map". The remaining three Gold rings were stacked in the air, ready to receive his arrows.

The lines on Li Xuan's front face were bright and majestic, and the bright light on his body blocked the river water in front of him. He closed his eyes sharply, and the "Golden Armor" climbed up on his face, blocking the oncoming mirror light, and his hands relaxed.

"clang!"

This violent sound was like a landslide and the earth was cracking, spreading across the entire river bank. A mysterious arrow was tightly trapped in three golden rings, making a sharp sound that would make ordinary people's eardrums rupture.

But before the mysterious arrows were exhausted or the golden ring was broken and reduced, another loud shout followed, but it was the six mages who were evenly positioned who stepped forward with swords, guns and sticks, and shouted:

"Bah!"

Their explosions spread like waves in the air, and the six of them swung out their magical weapons. Their swords were sharp, their spears and halberds were sharp, and their clubs struck across the void, hitting Li Xuanfeng fiercely.

"Qiang!"

These three sounds made the entire river bank lose their voice. Li Qinghong, who was so excited with purple thunder, could only hold the thunder in his hand. The demon cultivator in front of him was so shaken by the thunder that he almost fell from the light.

Li Ximing hit people with Mingguan. He didn't need to concentrate at all, so he was still better. On the contrary, the monks he suppressed were even more overwhelmed. However, Li Xizhi staggered, and the spell in his hand was interrupted. He ate the magic cultivator in front of him. A ray of Dharma light came out, and he vomited out blood.

The Foundation Establishment cultivators were easy to tell, but all of them were stagnant, their Qi and Fetal Breathing ears were congested, and nearly half of them were deaf in both ears. A small number even fell down and rolled over and over.

For a time, the two sides of the river bank were in extreme confusion. Countless magic weapons fell down in mid-air. You looked at me, I looked at you. All of us could only brace ourselves and pick up the magic weapons again to fight.

"Boom!"

Blood flowers fell like rain, floating in the dark smoke.

On this dark and bloody ground, little people fell down one by one, but a pair of eyes raised fiercely, filled with bloodshot eyes, staring straight into the sky.

This man looked gentle and elegant, but his clothes were in an extremely messy state. His hair had turned gray early, and he showed a decadent old look. He did not look at the twelve shining monks, nor did he look at Li Xuanfeng, who was like a god descending to earth. Look straight up somewhere in the sky.

Those blood-filled eyes suddenly popped out, as if they were about to jump out of their sockets, completely destroying his elegance. He stared motionlessly at the man holding the sword in the sky, who was floating in the sky.

Even though his ears were stung by the sound of the Buddhist teachings, and his eyes seemed to melt under the bright light, he still stared at Si Yuanli, with half of his teeth broken and his lips and teeth trembling like a cuckoo's cry. Blood:

"It's you...it's you!"