Xuanjian Immortal Clan

Chapter 609: Please hold the gold (Qilixiang Little Finger Silver Alliance update 1020)

"This is…"

The twelve monks, with different expressions, all returned to their positions vigilantly, regrouping into the golden formation across the river. They were either men or women, their faces were all glittering with gold powder, and they were full of surprise.

All the cultivators stretched out their heads and looked at the scenery in the sky. They had different backgrounds. They were either masters of Qingchi Peak or from southern aristocratic families. They might have become famous at a young age or they were old cultivators. They were all looking at it carefully at this moment.

"But he's dead...but he's dead..."

The middle-aged man below has a gloomy face and is dressed in luxurious clothes, but it is Yuan Hudu, the head of the Yuan family who was hit by an arrow. His face is calm, but his heart is more nervous than anyone else.

"He has already become incomparable in strength, and this is a big deal! This is a big deal!"

He looked around carefully, and was distracted from the fighting skills in his hands. Listening to the whispers of everyone, two dots of platinum light fell from the sky.

"Li Xuanfeng..."

Si Yuanli, who was wearing fluttering green clothes in the air, had a complex expression on his face as he looked at the man in white armor who appeared not far away.

Shen Youjin's right position, the use of gold to its extreme, has turned into the white of the west. Li Xuanfeng's Tianjin armor was the first to echo this talisman, turning into pure white color. The white lines have been climbing up his cheeks to the corners of his eyes. into the eyes.

‘Please let me hold the gold. ’

Li Xuanfeng always thought that this talisman was a blessing or a way to protect the body. Now he realized that the reason why Si Yuanli recognized the [Please hold the golden talisman] at a glance was because it was not made by Si Boxiu at all. The talisman that came out was a treasure—some kind of talisman, or a treasure of another way.

"That's right... How can one talisman be enough for such an important thing as An Huaitian? Whoever can enter it has a purple mansion!"

Li Xuanfeng's two Immortal Foundations both echoed the [Please Hold the Golden Talisman]. As his spiritual consciousness swarmed into it, the last doubt in his heart was finally resolved.

"Why me? Why 'Heavenly Gold Armor'?"

How could Master Zifu's kindness be unprovoked? [Please hold the golden talisman] is Si Boxiu’s trump card, and the ‘Heavenly Golden Armor’ is the best fit for [Please hold the golden talisman]…

Si Boxiu specially refined the elixir, and probably added a lot of means to make this immortal base and this set of treasures complement each other. At this moment, the "Heavenly Golden Armor" poured into this [Please hold the golden talisman], driving the storage inside All kinds of magical powers and mana surge out together.

At this moment, he is like the condensed golden energy of killing. He is dressed in white armor, looking ferocious and terrifying. The white color goes down from his elbows, dyeing the golden bow in his hand into a forest white color bit by bit. The mid-autumn dew drops in the sky are like rain, pattering.

"Is he Li Xuanfeng..."

Such doubts even appeared in everyone's mind. Behind the man, there was a bright light like a circle, and his figure was disillusioned when the door was closed. Autumn dew flew everywhere, and he stood still, but the white golden aura made everyone silent.

Li Xuanfeng's pupils stared at the Twelve Mage.

The twelve people finally became frightened and could no longer utter the words they originally said to conquer the demons. They all avoided looking at each other, but they quickly reacted and suddenly became furious as if they had lost face:

"What a monster! How dare you resist!"

The cultivators shouted loudly, but kept using their hands to cast various spells tentatively. The clear water in the magic bottle in the sky spewed out smooth water splashes again.

The water spray circled around the bright light beside him, mixed with a piece of autumn dew and lost its direction. The light from the golden mirror came directly, hot and sharp, but it dissolved in front of him and disappeared.

Li Xuanfeng's eyes opened slightly, looking horrifyingly.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

When there was silence in the north and south, a burst of laughter was heard from the north, and several more mages came through the air. Their attire was completely different from the ones in front of them.

The leader seemed to have come from afar. He was wearing scattered wooden talismans and his clothes were patched. He galloped here. He took one look at the formation and laughed, saying sarcastically:

"Xu'an... You brothers and sisters are such a bunch of losers! Such a great opportunity! It took more than a quarter of an hour, but you couldn't even defeat him!"

"Now that we've arrived... [Kong Wu Dao] can't swallow the meat, and we're going to get a share of it!"

He laughed for two breaths and then realized that the river was surprisingly quiet. He stopped awkwardly and looked around. He saw that three of the twelve people were weak and nine were slightly injured.

Looking away again, he looked at the man in white armor opposite. The monk's expression quickly calmed down. Then he looked at the bright pass at his feet and silently took a step back.

The sky was filled with twisted, transparent, and slightly white golden energy. Li Xuanfeng remained motionless, silently communicating with the [Please Hold the Golden Talisman] in his body, pushing his aura to its peak bit by bit.

The dense golden aura seemed to cut Si Yuanli's cheek to bleed. Of course he knew what was going on and was very familiar with [Please hold the golden talisman].

This is the treasure of his family. It is a talisman rather than a spiritual weapon. Every time it is used, it must be cast and refined by Master Zifu himself before it can be used again. However, it is a precious thing and cannot be used by everyone. ...Everyone's power is different...If there is no special method, only Zifu can truly exert its power.

He had never doubted Si Boxiu's actions, but he was always frightened and fearful of Zifu's far-sightedness:

"'Heavenly Golden Armor'...Brother Xuanfeng can actually hold the [Please Hold the Golden Talisman] to such an extent! Not to mention this place, even if we really enter Anhuaitian, who is his enemy!"

Everyone looked at him in confusion. The twelve people tested to no avail. They watched the time passing by. Finally, they looked at each other and the great formation in the sky reunited.

Brilliant golden light flowed, and whisper-like spells were spit out from the mouths of the twelve people, symphony in the air, from murmurs like ants to sounds as real as thunder, and gradually reached their peak.

Li Xuanfeng moved.

He still held up the white bow. This bow was attached to Shen Youjin's Zhengzhi and matched with his magic power. It had lost its ferocious appearance, leaving only its sharpness and slenderness. When it was fully drawn, it really looked like an autumn moon.

But there was no arrow on the bow.

Everyone was suspicious, but before the twelve people could react, something seemed to be flying through the air. The sky slowly turned white, the autumn dew fell like rain, and a chill fell from the sky.

"What…"

Si Yuanli had already locked hands with the two cultivators in front of him. He gently stretched out his hand and pinched something in the autumn dew that was falling all over the sky.

The palm of my hand spread out gently, but there was a pink petal.

The sky is clear, the clouds in the sky have dispersed, and under the bright sunlight, countless pale pink petals are falling from the sky, with sounds of joy and sorrow mixed with a strange fragrance.

The petals are pink and beautiful, exuding a fresh fragrance, which looks like a lotus or a peony. It floats down in the north wind, and is scattered in the dull eyes of the monks. It falls into the turbulent river below.

Si Yuanli's eyes followed the pink petals swirling in the river, and he slowly raised his head. His pupils reflected the mages opposite.

Only eleven of the twelve mages remained.