At the same time that Liang Yan sneaked into the prison, not far from the valley of Qiling Mountain, a giant fairy ship shuttled quickly between the clouds.
On top of the fairy ship, there are magnificent buildings and jade buildings. The five-colored rays of light are flowing in and out of the bow, and the sound of bells and drums is ringing at the stern.
The boat sailed high in the sky, treating thousands of miles of clouds as the surface of the blue sea. The sea of clouds was surging, rolling up huge waves thousands of feet high, and countless light spiritual energy churning underneath. However, the huge fairy ship remained stable, and the hull did not even undulate at all.
Such a magnificent fairy ship only carried a few hundred people.
It's just that among the monks on the ship, those with the lowest cultivation level are in the middle stage of Jindan, and those with high cultivation level have even reached the late stage of Tongxuan. With such terrifying strength, any single person can establish a sect in the Antarctic Immortal Continent.
They exist, but they are just like ordinary people on this ship.
Looking at the bow of the boat, there are seven people standing side by side.
There was a man with a face as black as ink, a square face and a broad nose. He was wearing a set of bright red robes. His face looked calm and intimidating. At this moment, he just stood there quietly, giving people a frightening and oppressive feeling.
There was a Taoist priest wearing a nine-gong Taoist robe and carrying a mahogany sword on his back. He looked smiling and looking around from time to time, as if he was sizing up the beautiful scenery along the way, which was incompatible with the chilling atmosphere around him.
There is a female cultivator with a graceful figure and picturesque eyebrows. She is stepping on a nine-pin lotus platform, and there are flowers of various colors blooming and closing around her body. It seems that through spring, summer, autumn and winter, from blooming to withering, everything is just in the eyes of this woman.
middle.
There was an old Taoist with a white beard, wearing a star-and-moon Taoist robe, and a purple-gold hibiscus crown. He had a childish face with crane hair, an immortal spirit, and auspicious clouds floating around him. He looked unfathomable.
There is a female nun, although she looks over thirty years old, she is very charming. She is wearing a blue palace dress with waves embroidered on the dress. It seems to be flowing, and you can faintly hear the gentle waves.
Voices.
There was a man, seven feet tall, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes. He was wearing a set of green robes, with a handsome face and a cool demeanor, like a fairy.
The aura of each of these six monks is as deep as the sea and as majestic as a mountain. When ordinary people see it, they will be in awe and dare not look directly.
The strange thing is that there is a child standing in the middle of these six people.
The boy had thick eyebrows, big eyes, a shiny forehead, and was wearing a set of coarse linen clothes. He looked like a child in a secular village. He looked out of place with the six people around him.
But looking at the attitudes of the others, it seems that this person is the leader!
The fairy ship broke through the sky, raised its sails in the sea of clouds, and could travel thousands of miles in an instant. When the casual cultivators or wandering alchemists who were passing by below saw it, they were all frightened and fled far away, fearing that they would not be able to avoid it.
After half a stick of incense, the fairy ship gradually sank into the sea of clouds. The clouds and mist were pushed away, and a majestic mountain appeared not far ahead. The top of the mountain alone was thousands of miles in diameter, like a stone pillar standing in the sky.
Between heaven and earth.
On the top of the mountain, nine flags stand, each one hundred feet high. They are divided into nine colors: white, yellow, red, purple, dark blue, light blue, black, green, and orange. They are placed at the nine positions on the top of the mountain.
Each one flutters in the wind.
Under each flag, there are two Tongxuan Realm monks sitting at attention. The two cooperate with each other and use their hands to continuously perform various spells. There are more than ten Jindan Realm monks sitting cross-legged around them, seemingly forming a
Flag protection array.
Each of these nine flags occupied a position. On the huge mountain top, there was only one space due south. However, the surrounding wind was howling, the spiritual energy was chaotic, and there was a certain destiny. It seemed that all unfavorable things were rushing towards due south.
"What a great Nine Factions!"
On the fairy ship, the Taoist priest wearing the Nine Palace Taoist robes suddenly laughed and said: "These turtle boys used the 'Nine Elements Flag' to control Feng Shui and create a fight of evil spirits. They are trying to give us a disincentive!"
"Hmph! These weird tricks are of no use!" The dark-faced man snorted coldly, seeming to be very disdainful of this method.
"Brother Wang Zhongdao, what you said is inappropriate."
The Taoist priest wearing the Jiugong Taoist robe chuckled and said: "When two formations are fighting, the most important thing is the opportunity. We Wushuang City are coming in force, so there is no reason to be lower than others. Fellow Taoists, let's see if I change to Wind, Fire, Water and Thunder.
Change the fortune of Cangnan Mountain!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped lightly with one foot and stepped forward out of the fairy ship.
As he stepped forward, the void in front of him suddenly distorted and deformed. After a moment, a black hole appeared, and an ancient incense table actually emerged from it.
The Taoist raised his hand and cast a spell, burning the three incense burners on the table. The green smoke rose up, but did not dissipate, but went straight up into the clouds.
Immediately afterwards, the Taoist took off the mahogany sword from his waist, pierced a yellow talisman, stepped in the air, and recited the Taoist scriptures.
As soon as he took his first step, the wind on Cangnan Mountain changed. The strong wind that was blowing uniformly to the south suddenly became chaotic. Nine flags fluttered in the wind, completely confusing the order.
After taking the second step, there was an open fire around the top of the mountain, but it did not burn on the flowers, birds, grass and trees, but appeared out of thin air and spread in the direction of the nine flags.
After taking the third step, the Taoist pointed his mahogany sword towards the ground. The sea of clouds around the top of the mountain rolled up into waves, as if the tide was rising and falling, dividing and reuniting. The destiny had completely changed.
Taking the last step, the Taoist pointed his mahogany sword toward the sky. The yellow talisman on the sword burned into a plume of smoke, and then thunder fell from the sky. The black thunder clouds pressed down and fell directly on the heads of the nine major sects.
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At this moment, on the top of Cangnan Mountain, under the banner of Fire Cloud, an old man with red face and red beard was sitting on the Luan Chariot.
There were dozens of red monks around him. Except for the three Tongxuan Zhenjun, the rest were surrounding the old man. Some were holding banana fans, some were holding gold buckets, some were serving tea, and some were playing music.
, and there is also a beautiful female cultivator who serves the old man wholeheartedly in his carriage.
Seeing a sudden strange phenomenon in mid-air, the old man lost interest in drinking tea. He squinted his eyes for a while and suddenly said with a smile: "This method should be done by Feng Xuanzi from Wushuang City. This old Taoist is also an evil sect.
He actually wants to control wind and thunder and change water and fire. Fellow Taoists, who among us will go meet him for a while?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a sneer came from the apricot flag not far away:
"Hmph, Feng Xuanzi is here at a good time! I haven't seen him in person for a long time, and I just want to meet him for a while today!"
The speaker was a rickety old man, riding on the back of a black bull. No facial features could be seen on his face, only a red smiling face, like a mask, which looked strange and eerie.
Behind him were dozens of monks in yellow robes, but most of these people had their heads lowered, did not talk to each other, and looked lifeless.
When the red-bearded old man saw this man speaking, he immediately put his hands on his hands and said with a smile: "Very good, then fellow Taoist Ghost Face will take the lead and kill the majesty of Wushuang City for us!"
"Hey, everyone, take a look!"
The grim-faced old man sneered a few times, and the next moment he suddenly disappeared. At the same time, a strange black mist rose in the air, twisting and changing, and finally turned into three huge ghost claws, each one hundreds of feet long.
, and grabbed Feng Xuanzi where he was.
Feng Xuanzi was setting up the altar in mid-air to perform the practice, when he suddenly saw the situation around him change, and saw the ghostly claws appear out of thin air, he immediately laughed and said:
"Who did I ask? It turned out to be fellow Taoist Ghostface from Huangquan Palace! We haven't fought for three hundred years, but today we have to learn a lesson!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he pointed his mahogany sword forward, and the sea of clouds around him began to change, and many magic weapons such as a magic spear, a fly whisk, a sword, a treasure vase, a Taoist book, a fish intestine, a copper bell, etc. appeared. These magic weapons were made of
The white clouds appeared in an illusion, with rays of light overflowing and spiritual energy surrounding them. It was no less impressive than a real magic weapon.
Feng Xuanzi's face was light and pale. With just a flick of his curled fingers, all the magic weapons and magic weapons crashed into the three ghost claws. As a few muffled sounds came, the ghost claws composed of black mist
They were all turned into smoke.
In mid-air, a figure staggered out, looking quite embarrassed.
This person is none other than the Palace Master of Huangquan Palace who just disappeared, the layman with a grimace.
After his ghost claw spell was broken, he was not impatient. He just flicked his hand, and the original red smiling face disappeared and was replaced by a yellow crying face. Then he pinched the spell in his hand, and the surrounding void began to distort and deform, and black holes appeared out of thin air.
Appear.
In the black hole, there is a ghostly atmosphere, and the screams are endless!
The next moment, countless evil ghosts crawled out of the black hole, each one wailing in pain, like a vicious ghost seeking its life, scrambling towards Feng Xuanzi.
Feng Xuanzi practices Taoist orthodoxy and has pure Yang protection on his body, which will kill ordinary ghosts if they come into contact with it.
But Master Ghostface is not an ordinary ghost monk. He has a ghost weapon talisman that can communicate with the underworld gods. The ghosts he summons are not afraid of pure yang, and the ghost energy on his body can also pollute the Taoist heart.
If surrounded by thousands of ghosts, even a strong person in the Tribulation Realm would have difficulty escaping.
Feng Xuanzi was very aware and did not want to get entangled with these ghosts. He took out a talisman from his arms and threw it into the sky.
The talisman spontaneously ignited without wind, and a strong wind suddenly emerged in mid-air, surrounding Feng Xuanzi, blowing the approaching ghosts into pieces.
Amidst the ferocious wind, Feng Xuanzi calmly slashed forward with his mahogany sword, actually splitting a hole in the void in front of him.
The next moment, he stretched out his left hand and stabbed directly into the crack in the void.
When the layman with a grimace saw it from a distance, he was startled for no reason and suddenly had a bad premonition.
A monk at his level can already vaguely foresee the short-term future, and he is even more convinced of the premonitions in battle.
The ghost-faced layman didn't hesitate. With a thought in his mind, his whole body turned into a streak of yellow light, and he rushed high into the sky.
However, just as he moved, the void suddenly opened behind him, and a big, yellow and withered hand poked out from the crack, and the palm prints on it could be clearly seen.
In the eyes of others, this big hand didn't do anything fancy, it just grabbed the layman with a plain face.
But only Master Ghostface himself can feel that under the cover of this big hand, the surrounding space seems to be infinitely magnified. Even if his speed breaks through the sky, it is impossible to escape from the cover of this hand.
"Wonderful!"
In the fairy ship, the white-bearded old Taoist stroked his palms and smiled and said: "Feng Xuanzi's Taoist friend's vision is indeed vicious. As the saying goes, catch the thief first and catch the king. Instead of entangled with those ghosts, it is better to go straight to Huanglong. 'Qiankun Yiqi Hand' locks Qiankun and controls it.
Fangyuan, no matter how much you try to reach the sky, you can't escape Feng Xuanzi's grasp."
Although his words were flattery, they were indeed reasonable. Several people on the bow nodded silently. Only the boy in linen standing in the middle shook his head and sighed:
"Silly apprentice, the old man with a grimace is not that easy to deal with."
Before he finished speaking, a sudden change occurred in mid-air.
I saw the ghost-faced layman wiping his hand, and his face changed again, the yellow crying face was replaced by a black angry face, and a Dharma figure appeared behind him, with three heads and six arms, holding iron chains, evil jade, ancient mirrors, swords, paper umbrellas and ghost fire flags.
If Liang Yan were here, he would definitely recognize that the appearance of this statue is very similar to the demon statue summoned by the Seven Ghosts of Huangquan in Qiyun Cave.
It's just that the Seven Ghosts of the Underworld are phantoms summoned by magic weapons, but in front of them is a real evil god.
The evil god stepped on the black clouds, waved the magic weapon in his hand, threw the paper umbrella and ghost fire into the air, raised up the boundless black clouds, and then struck the iron chain and sword in his hand towards the waxy palm.
boom!
As a loud noise came from the sky, Feng Xuanzi took advantage of it and hurriedly retracted his hand and pulled it back from the crack in the void.
At this time, when he looked down, he found that his palms were covered with black spots, and a rotten and burnt smell assaulted his nose, making people nauseous.
"What a powerful Dharma image, it actually broke my 'Qiankun Yiqi Hand'!"
Feng Xuanzi looked solemn. Facing the rolling black clouds, he showed no fear at all. Instead, he raised his hand and patted the door. Three rays of rays of light appeared behind his head, divided into three colors: blue, gold and silver.
Among them, the golden and silver colored rays of light were like meteors in the sky, dazzling and dazzling. They stirred up waves in the air and instantly dispersed the oncoming black clouds.
The remaining cyan light seemed to be lazily motionless, but in fact, every time it flashed in the air, it would directly cross a hundred feet. The speed was incredibly fast, and in just a blink of an eye, it would reach the top of the ghost-faced layman's head.
"Three rays of divine light!"
On the top of Cangnan Mountain, under the banner of white clouds, a handsome middle-aged man said in surprise.
"A hundred years ago, he fought against people outside the Wushuang Territory, but he didn't use this magical power at that time!"
"Hmph, this old man is very slick. Maybe he has already mastered this magical power, but he just kept hiding it and didn't use it. When the time comes to fight between life and death, the other party will definitely suffer a big loss!" The red-bearded old man said with slightly narrowed eyes.
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Under the banner of Qingzhu, a woman in plain clothes sighed softly: "There are three kinds of divine light, 'Golden Armor', 'Silver Glory', and 'Qingling' among the three divine lights. Among them, the 'Qingling' is the most difficult to deal with and can be sealed."
Once a person's meridians and acupoints are enveloped by it, they cannot escape. Fellow Taoist Ghostface was careless for a moment, and now I'm afraid his defeat has been decided."
The woman's voice was very soft, with a hint of regret in her tone. As soon as she finished speaking, a rough voice shouted not far away:
"Don't be discouraged, Fairy Yun, wait until someone comes to help him!"
