The "solemn and majestic" Kongming Mountain has long steps stained with blood, and incomplete corpses are everywhere.
As the successive battles continued, the rocks on Kongming Mountain were broken, pavilions collapsed, and even the dense aura of heaven and earth was mixed with a trace of blood mist.
The giant sword in Xie Changyuan's hand has already hit the curling blade. Not long ago, he encountered several powerful immortal cultivators. Together, they can defeat the golden elixir. Among them was a body-refining madman who held a mountain-breaking ax and fought with Xie Changyuan for dozens of rounds.
.
Being entangled by the body-refining madman at close range, the monk in the distance was able to control the flying sword and almost cut off Xie Changyuan's head.
In the end, these masters died under the giant sword one after another. Xie Changyuan held the sword with one arm, and the coarse linen cloak on his body had already been dyed red by blood. He carried the huge package on his back and continued on the road to the Kongming Mountain Ancestral Hall.
.
Not long after, Xie Changyuan stepped onto the last long step, and a tall figure appeared in an open space.
This is the place where Kongming Mountain holds a sect meeting. It can accommodate thousands of people. The entire platform seems to have been flattened by a sword. A hundred feet in front is the Kongming Mountain Ancestral Hall, with some people standing outside the hall.
Each of these people has a good level of cultivation, and the leader of them has an extraordinary bone structure and an immortal spirit.
Xie Changyuan recognized this person because he was also on his must-kill list, the last golden elixir enemy among the five major sects.
The person next to Zhao Qiankun was Fairy Zixia, whom he was most familiar with. Before the beauty went up the mountain to seek enlightenment, she had a relationship with him. Unfortunately, the line of marriage was cut off, and the two became strangers to each other from then on.
"Junior, there is no way you can walk out of Kongming Mountain alive today!" Li Chonghuan, the leader of Changming Sword Sect, said proudly.
He pointed his sword at Xie Changyuan, thinking from the bottom of his heart that this battle was a sure win.
"Where are my people?" Xie Changyuan ignored Li Chonghuan.
"Xie Changyuan, my generation of cultivators will never be so despicable. As long as you destroy your arm and don't pose a threat to us, your blacksmith and that little girl can naturally leave safely."
The owner of Yaowang Valley, Wang Poxi, looks very old, but her voice is unruly and full of laughter. She sounds like this, but in fact she is very bad.
Everyone present knew that Ou Yefeng's grandfather and grandson had been killed last night. The old man's arms were crippled by the monks from Yaowang Valley, and he was killed by Fairy Zixia.
Seeing her fair appearance, several young people could not help but look a little unnatural, including the young man who led the team to capture Ou Yefeng last time.
After all, young people don't have the shamelessness of the older generation, not to mention that this old woman is more than one generation older.
Xie Changyuan chuckled, "It's a joke, I only have one arm left. How can I fight you if I'm disabled?"
The people in front laughed, and one of them said, "I'm asking you to destroy your arm just to make you give up your resistance and stop fighting us."
This person is the owner of Xuanling Valley, his name is Li Su, and he looks like a high-spirited young man.
"No beating? Why did you tie up Ou Yefeng? Could it be that you wanted me to come over and tie my own hands, so I couldn't give it away for free?"
Li Su added, "We tied up Ou Yefeng because we were afraid you wouldn't come. Now we are asking you to destroy your arm to save trouble."
"Oh, you are more honest and upright than that old woman." Xie Changyuan gave a thumbs up.
An inexplicable conversation left everyone confused. Some people even looked at Li Su with a look of retardation. The master of the Xuanling Valley was still too young. They even had some doubts about how he became the sect master. The conversation was actually interrupted.
A warrior led him along.
"The implication is that I have almost guessed that the old man should be dead now." Xie Changyuan's face gradually darkened.
"When did you know?" Li Su asked in surprise.
Someone quickly came up and covered Li Su's mouth, but it was too late, he had already been tricked out by Xie Changyuan.
"Now." Xie Changyuan suddenly thrust the giant sword into the ground.
Now that the attack was unsuccessful, Li Su let the news slip again, and a war was inevitable. Many people rolled their eyes at Li Su, thinking that he was too stupid.
"Everything has a cause and effect. If you want to join the Twelve Divine Palaces, I will kill all your Jindan ancestors. Now that you have killed Ou Yefeng's grandson, I will destroy your whole family, including everyone present today, as well as those who stay in your lair.
I thank Changyuan for leaving none of the old, young, women, and children behind."
Xie Changyuan lifted up the coarse linen cloak he was wearing, his eyes were fierce and filled with murderous intent. As the cloak fell to the ground, the things he wore underneath were also exposed.
Looking closely, it turned out to be a pair of battle-scarred armor!
"call!"
Xie Changyuan was wearing battle armor and immediately pulled out a long-handled sword and a black-gold iron arm from the big package.
"puff!"
Xie Changyuan's left forearm was mutilated, and the elbow joint was still there. He put the round mouth of the iron arm directly on his stump. In an instant, hundreds of steel needles of different sizes were pierced into him in the iron arm.
His flesh was connected to his bones and meridians, and they were tightly twisted together.
Xie Changyuan groaned. This kind of heart-piercing pain made him unavoidably moved, especially the process of forcibly blending the steel needle with the flesh and blood. The pain was no less than deboning and cramping.
As the blood flowed, Xie Changyuan's iron arm began to slowly move his wrist, and then each finger. This was a prosthetic limb built by Ou Yefeng for him, which could replace the broken arm.
In the past, he didn't want to put it on because it would be troublesome to take it off again. It wasn't until today's battle that he made up his mind.
"What is that?" someone asked in surprise.
"Oh? I didn't expect that blacksmith to have such superb skills. If I had known it would be a shame to kill him like this, I might as well have let him enter Xuanling Valley to build a mechanism." Li Su clapped his fan and said to himself.
"I want to kill you." Yaowang Valley Wang Poxi glared at him with her old eyes.
Li Su subconsciously shrank his neck and stuck out his tongue in embarrassment.
Xie Changyuan stretched out his left iron arm and firmly grasped the sword that was also scarred by battles. With a strong effort, he directly rotated the hundred-jin sword in one circle, and then firmly grasped it in the palm of his hand.
"Okay, it's very useful." Xie Changyuan grinned, feeling a little more confident.
The broadsword he took out together was once his weapon on the battlefield. It was also made by Ou Yefeng. The last time he used it to kill an enemy was five years ago.
However, today, his enemies are no longer thousands of enemy troops, but immortal cultivators flying in the sky and escaping from the earth.
"Who among you will be the first to go up?" Xie Changyuan's iron arms clanked, and the sword in his hand shone with a cold light. Compared with the giant sword that can be used to advance, attack, retreat, and defend, this sword symbolized indomitable progress and gave up on defense.
Ahead, in front of the Kongming Mountain Ancestral Hall, no one from the immortal family took a step forward.
Someone said, "When he installed the iron arm just now, we should have cast a spell to interrupt it."