Chapter 289: The Sword Shadow of the Sky [2]

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A powerful and powerful voice of the flying dragon horse was transmitted, pulling luxurious aerial carriages and running within the sphere of influence of Taixuan Mountain.

Because the Rakshasa clan occupied almost two continents, a large number of teleportation arrays and the pseudo-television arrays were lost. In order to prevent the Rakshasa clan from suddenly using the pseudo-television arrays, the teleportation arrays directly arrived at the centers of various major forces, and caught off guard. Almost 90% of the teleportation arrays and the pseudo-television arrays were closed.

The remaining 10% are almost all pseudo-television arrays, and they are intermittent and do not need to be connected. Therefore, even if the helmsman of major forces conduct long-distance long journeys, he must fly in the air, or ride in a wolf horse or a flying dragon horse.

The flying dragon horse is a transportation tool that is more precious than a wolf horse. It is born with flying ability and is extremely fast. It can even accept the injection of other monks' energy, and its speed is like lightning!

Although the Golden-winged Roc is known as the king of flying monsters, its own speed is higher than that of the flying dragon and horse, it is not much stronger. However, the former is hard to find, and the latter is precious.

Although the flying dragon horse is not a monster, it has great power and even the seventh-level cultivator of the fetal movement can be killed.

Of course, the flying dragon horse is extremely fast, and the cultivator in the fetal movement stage needs to be killed, so there is no need to think about it. As for taming it, it is even more difficult.

Therefore, riding a flying dragon horse is a symbol of identity, and it is a wealthy man, and extremely powerful monks cannot ride it.

In the sky, flying dragon horses were pulling a series of airspeed cars and running towards Taixuan Mountain. The monks living at the lower level or some middle-level monks all looked up, with envy in their eyes.

"What happened? Why are there so many flying dragon horses? This is a flying dragon horse that costs hundreds of millions of crystals. And it is not something that people of great power cannot buy. It is difficult to see one. Why do several flying dragon horses fly by every day in the past few days?"

"You probably don't know that Fang Chen, the leader of the Daye Alliance, issued a convening order ten days ago, preparing to rescue hundreds of millions of cultivators in the Western Continent. These people are all senior leaders of major forces. Perhaps there is a venerable from the Inner Gang stage sitting in a certain car!"

"The leader of the Daye League? That Fang Chen? The one who is addicted to wine and sex? Humph, I used to treat him as an idol, but I didn't expect that I would be addicted to beauty and ignore the world!"

"Hey... what do you know? Although the leader of the Fang League is the leader of the Daye League, he has no power or power. All major forces are extremely powerful. Even if he stands up, he is afraid no one will listen."

"Too."

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The speed car made of pure gold is carved with countless runes and is pulled by a flying dragon horse. It is not very big on the ground, but you can find that this flying car is not smaller than an ordinary room.

Sitting on the carriage was a middle-aged man wearing a purple-gold battle robe, with a handsome face, and a breath of aura all over his body. The whole room was filled with a sharp aura, like an unsheathed magic sword.

It is obviously a sword cultivator, who actually has the cultivation level of the middle stage of Guiyi. A faint little sword around his waist shows that this person is the palm master of Chengying Sword Sect!

However, this palm master who is usually tall and above was standing respectfully on his face and did not sit down.

In the middle-aged man, there was an ordinary old man sitting. The old man looked like he didn't look like he had no strong aura on his body, like an old man who had a hint of fatigue in his eyes and a sickly white face.

"Old ancestor, this time Fang Chen made a big fuss about issuing a convening order with the power of the leader of the Daye Alliance. What exactly do he want to do? Doesn't he know that the position of the leader of the alliance is just a false idea, and Ziye does not understand why the ancestor must obey this order."

The palm master of Chengying Sword Sect, Ai Ziye, had a hint of anger on his face. Although the Chengying Sword Sect also agreed to Fang Chen as the leader of the alliance, this time it was obvious that he did not want to Feng Xing to enforce the imperial edict.

"It's almost here. If you have any dissatisfaction, I would say that. I thought Fang Chen would stay in Taixuan Mountain and devote himself to practicing, but I didn't expect that the call was issued." The old man waved his hand and said lightly.

Ming Ziye naturally did not dare to be disrespectful to his ancestors. Although he did not care about it, his face was still respectful. Seeing this, the old man naturally understood it in his heart, but he did not point it out.

"Haha, Master Ming, I didn't expect you to come too." A hearty laughter came, and a stream of light flew towards the speed car, but a young man flew over, but Wan He, the great elder of Wangu Pavilion.

"So it's fellow Taoist Wanhe. Why can't I come?"

The tired look in the old man's eyes suddenly disappeared, his light flashed, and he took a step out and immediately got out of the speed.

"Haha... It seems that you are a person who understands the truth. Hehe, unlike that old boy, who is actually pretending to be a stinking air."

"Yeah." Old Dao Ming nodded lightly, but suddenly a hint of awe of awe appeared in his eyes: "Old Man Wan, you have actually practiced to this level, in the middle stage of the inner sport? How did you break through? I remember two years ago you were in the early stage of the inner sport, and even the peak of the early stage was not."

"Yes, I'm also very curious, Mr. Wan, how did you practice?"

The breeze blew on my face, and the faint clouds emanated from the air. The cold breath made people feel very comfortable. I am also a venerable from the Inner Gang period.

"What? Old Feng is not dead, you are not convinced, right? I said that I would be promoted to the middle stage of the Inner Gang before you, that is, to advance first."

Wan He was also feeling relieved. Since he was uprooted by the Wangu Pavilion in the Southern Continent, he has been in sorrow and anger, killing the Rakshasa clan. It is this sorrow and anger that has rapidly improved his realm.

Feng Zun smiled awkwardly, and was a little jealous and dissatisfied with Wan He's promotion.

Taixuan Mountain.

Fang Chen was standing cross-legged on the bed, and a faint Yuanli scattered, his face was rosy, and his body was gurgling, as if it was boiling water, which was the qi and blood in his body.

The surging qi and blood are dozens of times stronger than the True Lord of Guiyi Peak, and the Yuan power in his body is dozens of times stronger than the True Lord of Guiyi Peak, but in order to reach the inner Gang stage, there is no sign of the Venerable of the Inner Gang stage on his body, and the transparent Inner Gang stage.

"Oh, it's still not possible. I have accumulated too much. The spiritual power of 'Jun' has spread out in my body. Although it brings me a strong power, it is because the Yuan power is too strong. At least it needs to reach the mid-stage Del physique in the inner gang to be promoted." Fang Chen shook his head and smiled bitterly, and stood up.

Not long after he stood up, a real elder of Taixuan Mountain hurried over and knocked on the door: "Elder, all the seniors you invited have already felt that Taixuan Mountain is now on Tianxian Peak. Now, the elders are asked to go over."

Because Fang Chen is a guest elder of Taixuan Mountain, the disciples of Taixuan Mountain all call Fang Chen the elder.

"Oh? You're all here? It's time. If you delay a day, you won't know how many people will die."

After saying that, Fang Chen shook his head with a self-deprecating sway. When did he become so compassionate? It would be better if he didn't kill people in the past. Even if he spread most of the secrets he created to the world in the past, it was because he saw that the sword path was not smooth. The Xuantian Sword Sect had just been established, and it was not without selfishness.

But I didn't expect that in this world, I would fight to save people. It was obviously cruel and incomplete, and I also had a little bit of compassion.

The Taixuan Mountain Conference Hall is very large. There is a green light curtain outside, which looks very beautiful, but there are ten people sitting inside. These people are old and young, men and women, but without exception, they are all venerables of the Inner Gang stage!

However, there was no maid in this hall. The aura formed by the ten inner-gang venerables, even the supreme elders of Taixuan Mountain did not dare to enter. The most they had to return to their later stage cultivation and could not stand such a powerful aura.

Swish!

Fang Chen came to the conference hall. As soon as he stepped into the threshold, all the venerables immediately discovered him and looked at him.

The vast aura immediately concentrated on Fang Chen, but these people did not get up. They were all venerables in the Inner Gang Period. Although Fang Chen was the leader of the Great Aggression, he had no real power, and his cultivation level was only the peak of his cultivation, and he was just their junior.

Although there is no disobedience to Fang Chen's convening order, he naturally needs to have a warning to this junior.

Fang Chen smiled coldly in his heart. If the aura of several Neigang Venerables could make him surrender, then he would be in vain.

Fang Chen was disdainful of the aura of the top ten Nei Gang period venerables and walked calmly towards the conference hall. Although he had no real power, he was nominally the leader of the Daye Alliance. Although all the venerables were present, it was legitimate to sit in the upper position.

Seeing that the junior was still walking towards the upper position, several venerables suddenly changed their faces, and their mouths were slightly snorting, and the invisible pressure suddenly increased.

Wan He was sweating coldly on the side and hurriedly winked at the several venerables of his Wangu Pavilion. He knew that Fang Chen was powerful. Although he had not reached the inner stage of the inner stage, his strength was enough to kill the venerables of the early stage of the inner stage.

That's killing, not defeating!

At this stage of the Inner Gang stage, it is very difficult to kill a venerable. Unless the cultivation level is one stage higher than the opponent, there will be a huge gap in the realm unless there is a huge gap in the realm.

However, Wan He definitely did not dare to say that Fang Chen killed Zhuang Laoer. The elders of Wangu Pavilion naturally looked down on this wink.

Of course, Fang Chen would not be affected by the aura of these people, and he would step by step to get up and sit down with the Great Malaysian Golden Knife.

"Since all the venerables have arrived, so I don't say much nonsense. I believe you all know the reason why Fang asked everyone for coming. Let's think of a countermeasure to save hundreds of millions of monks from the Western Continent in this way?"
Chapter completed!