Chapter eight hundred and eighty fifth Baixi River
Deep in the Southern Wilderness, a white rock mountain range stands on the top of the mountains. There are clusters of palaces on the mountain range, and auspicious clouds are lingering in the sky. The figures of human monks are constantly walking through the clouds, giving it an atmosphere of an immortal family mansion.
Tianxiao Sect is one of the few sects in the Southern Wilderness.
On the top of the Baiyan Mountains, there is an old man wearing a dark blue robe, with white beard and hair, and an immortal spirit. It is Wang Lin, the leader of the Tianxiao Sect, who entered the Twelve Realms hundreds of years ago.
The old immortal, whose attainments in spiritual cultivation can be regarded as the leader of the Southern Wilderness, single-handedly founded the Tianxiao Sect, and is truly a great master of the generation.
At this time, there were four middle-aged monks standing behind Wang Lin, all of whom were his most proud disciples.
"The Qingtian Sect has sent back the news."
A disciple frowned and said: "Ancestor Liu Xing was beheaded by the Patriarch of the Five Mountains. When he wanted to ascend his soul, his golden body was also shattered by a punch from the Patriarch of the Five Mountains. The sect leader Liu Chenqing had no choice but to do so.
, led the entire Qingtian Sect to surrender to the ancestors of the Five Mountains, and now, the entire Qingtian Sect has become a pawn."
"Ancestor of the Five Mountains..."
Wang Lin frowned and racked his brains but couldn't figure out who the ancestor of the Five Mountains was who could easily kill Liu Xing, a great monk in the Thirteenth Realm. This person seemed to have jumped out of a crack in the stone.
Such a person does not exist in the wilderness at all. Liu Xing is the real number one person in the southern wilderness. However, overnight, the situation in the southern wilderness has changed.
"Will he come to our Tianxiaomen?"
Wang Lin gave a wry smile and looked at the four disciples, including two at the eleventh level and two at the peak of the Galaxy level, and said: "If the ancestor of the Five Mountains sets foot in our Tianxiaomen's courtyard, what do you think Tianxiaomen will do?"
manage?"
"Master!"
One of the disciples frowned and said: "As monks, we, Qi Tian Dao, have always been very particular about pursuing the straight course rather than asking for help from the middle. If we surrender to such evil people just to survive, where is our Taoist heart? At the beginning,
Where is the avenue that we are seeking? The human race is the spirit of heaven and earth, and we monks on the mountain are even more spirits within the spirit. If even we grovel, what is the future of the human race in the world?"
"Elder brother is right!"
Another disciple said solemnly: "Master, we would rather die in battle than kneel in front of the ancestors of the Five Mountains like the Qingtian Sect, let alone take action against the human race."
The remaining two disciples clasped their fists together: "Master, we have the same idea!"
"good!"
Wang Lin nodded, with a smile in his eyes, and said: "This is what I, the Tianxiao Clan disciple, should do!"
But at this moment, a misty voice suddenly came from the bottom of the mountain——
"Ancestor of the Five Mountains, knocking on the mountain to ask!"
"coming!"
The chief disciple frowned and said, "So fast?!"
"Follow me to receive guests!"
Wang Lin flicked his long sleeves, and a voice spread throughout the Baiyan Mountains: "This is the time of life and death for our Tianxiao Sect. All the disciples are welcome at the mountain gate!"
…
At the mountain gate.
The ancestor of the Five Mountains, dressed in gray and white robes, was leaning on a cane and looked very old. His face was hidden under the cloak, and only a pair of gray-brown eyes could be seen faintly. There were wisps of golden luster in the depths of the eyes, full of
The mystery of the ancient gods, the body under the robe, is the remnants of an ancient god, and there are still many ancient powers that have not disappeared after thousands of years of time erosion.
Behind the ancestor of the Five Mountains, there is a group of people from the Qingtian Sect. The sect leader Liu Chenqing leads a group of elders and stands in worship, each of them with solemn and complicated expressions.
On the mountain, figures flew down one after another, it was Wang Lin and others from Tianxiao Gate.
"coming?"
The Patriarch of the Five Mountains narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "Wang Lin, lead your disciples to kneel down immediately and pay allegiance to me, and you will avoid death!"
How could Wang Lin, a grand master of the first generation and the legendary great monk of the Twelve Realms, bear such humiliation? His eyes were cold and he said with a smile: "Disciples of Tianxiao Clan, kneel down to heaven and kneel down to our ancestors. The only one who does not kneel down is the evil in the world."
, the ghosts who don’t kneel to heaven and earth.”
"Oh? You have backbone."
The ancestor of the Five Sacred Mountains smiled slightly, looked at the people in Tianxiao Clan behind Wang Lin, and said, "Do you also have the same idea?"
"Exactly!"
Several disciples shouted in unison: "The mountain is still there and the people are there, but if the mountain dies, the people will die. The disciples of Tianxiao Sect will never be servile!"
"very good."
The gaze of the ancestor of the Five Mountains gradually became sinister, he raised his long sleeves and said with a smile, "In that case, I will help you. In fact... I don't particularly need you people."
After saying that, the Patriarch of the Five Mountains turned cold and shouted: "Wang Lin! You old man, you are so shameless, do you really want to bring the monks from your sect to death?"
Wang Lin rose into the air, holding the mountain-protecting formation talisman of Tianxiao Gate in his hand, and said with cold eyes: "My disciples have made it very clear, if the mountain is there and the people are there, the mountain will die and the people will die!"
"Then I'll make it happen for you!"
The ancestor of the Five Mountains laughed loudly and raised one hand toward the distance. Suddenly, wisps of chaotic aura circulated, and the ancient divine power all over his body began to rhythm little by little. For a moment, it was as if some kind of power had been awakened in the wilderness, and the deep earth
There was a buzzing and trembling everywhere, and then the clouds in the distance dispersed one by one, and a huge figure appeared in the sky. It was a mountain range!
"Wang Lin, suffer death!"
The ancestor of the Five Mountains roared unruly. With a wave of his hand, the charm of the ancient mountain seemed to be taken away. A "buzz" sound fell from the sky and landed hard on the body of Wang Lin, a great monk in the twelfth realm.
For a moment, Wang Lin vomited blood. Although he tried his best to activate the secrets of the Twelve Realms in his body, he could not withstand it. In the blink of an eye, all three natal magic weapons collapsed, and then his body was engulfed by wisps of unbeatable inner demon flames.
When it was ignited, the inner demon's true fire burned extremely fiercely. Wang Lin's body turned into a fireball at the bottom of the mountain, and in the blink of an eye, he was pressed by an ancient mountain range deep in the mountains in the distance.
"boom!"
With a loud noise, the ancient fairy mountain suddenly sank hundreds of feet, directly crushing Wang Lin's body. Immediately afterwards, countless golden light rain fell from the sky. The majestic Twelve Realm great monk Wang Lin died, and his luck returned to him.
The Southern Wilderness World.
"Master!"
"metropolitan!"
A group of elders, protectors, and disciples were shocked. The chief disciple among them had a face full of grief and anger. He suddenly sacrificed a golden pagoda and roared towards the ancestor of the Five Mountains. The other disciples, elders, etc. also sacrificed their own sacrifices.
Supernatural powers.
“It’s best to go together!”
The eyes of the ancestor of the Five Mountains are full of murderous intent, and his whole body is filled with wisps of flames of the undefeated inner demons. In addition, there is a rolling murderous military aura. The undefeated inner demons in the world all come from the military monks in the world. The murderous aura is naturally
Indispensable, in the outer world, the power of an undefeated inner demon may not be able to withstand Ding Muchen's swords, but in the human world, an undefeated inner demon combined with the remains of an ancient god has already surpassed the ordinary fourteen realms.
In the sky, there was lightning and thunder, and the legs of the ancestor of the Five Mountains were covered with the flames of the inner demon. As he waved, the blazing flames swept across the sky, and suddenly turned a group of monks from Tianxiaomen into fireballs, rolling down from the sky, and falling in the mountains and fields, wailing in pain.
, rolling, those blazing undefeated inner demon flames cannot even be resisted by Wang Lin in the twelfth realm, let alone those monks in the eleventh and middle fifth realms?
So in the blink of an eye, the gate of Tianxiao Gate was like a purgatory on earth, and a large number of monks died heroically.
"..."
Everyone in the Qingtian Sect, including the sect leader Liu Chenqing, all lowered their eyebrows and couldn't bear to look at everything in front of them.
It doesn’t take a single stick of incense.
More than half of the nearly a thousand disciples of Tianxiao Sect had almost disappeared, but there were still many disciples who came forward to follow. For a moment, Liu Chenqing couldn't stand it anymore, knelt down on one knee and said in a deep voice: "Ancestor, that's enough.
If you continue to kill, the whole lineage of Tianxiao Sect will really be killed! Fellow Taoists of Tianxiao Sect, please stop, you can’t die anymore, otherwise the inheritance of Tianxiao Sect will be really cut off..."
In the wind, the arms of the ancestor of the Five Mountains were lingering with wisps of unbeatable inner demon flames, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Liu Chenqing, you are so kind to a woman."
"Yes, ancestor."
Liu Chenqing frowned: "But I still ask ancestors... to show your noble hand and don't kill everyone..."
"snort!"
The Patriarch of the Five Mountains looked at the remaining disciples of the Tianxiao Clan in front of him, as well as the clusters of burnt corpses in the mountains. His nose was filled with the stench of burning, and he couldn't help but sneered: "Humph, all the disciples of the Tianxiao Clan,
As long as you kneel down, you can avoid death, immediately!"
"What are you waiting for?!"
Liu Chenqing stood up, and the qi energy of the Twelve Realms in his body rolled away, and he roared: "Kneel down, and you will avoid death!"
For a time, many young disciples of Tianxiao Sect knelt down one by one, but they were still hard-boned. They held long swords in their hands and looked straight at the ancestor of the Five Mountains in the air, saying: "Master and senior brother.
We have all died in the battle, and our life in this world is embarrassing and meaningless. In this case, we would rather die."
With that said, dozens of disciples rushed towards the sky with their swords, and wisps of sword light struck at the ancestor of the Five Mountains in the wind.
The next moment, the Patriarch of the Five Mountains waved his hand, and a wisp of majestic mountain power rolled past, wiping out dozens of Tianxiao Sect disciples into dust, his eyes full of sneers.
"Brother!"
On the ground, the disciples who were kneeling on one knee burst into tears looking at the brothers who were being killed in the air. They might be able to survive today, but their Taoist hearts will suffer in the future.
Liu Chenqing sighed, that was the only thing he could do in the Southern Wilderness of the Human Race.
…
late at night.
In the southern wasteland, a stream runs through the mountains. There are dozens of mountain fairies standing beside the stream. One of them, a slightly older one, is Xie Yiying, the leader of the Lingyan Sword Sect. Following her are
A group of younger generation fairies led by Chen Mengjun.
"This river is called Baixi River."
Xie Yiying glanced at the map she carried with her and said with a smile: "The Baixi River area has strong spiritual energy. Let's stay here for a while to get water for cooking."
"Yes, Master!"
A group of female disciples, Yingying Yanyan, travel with their master. It is a real enjoyment for them. They can hone their spiritual practice and see the outside world. It is much better than practicing hard in Lingyan Sword Sect.
Chen Mengjun was wearing a green skirt, standing on a piece of blue rock on the shore, with a calm expression on her beautiful face. She was looking at the endlessly flowing Baixi River, and gradually became a little distracted. When she looked intently,
At that moment, I discovered that on the shore dozens of feet away, there seemed to be a young swordsman fishing. He was carrying an ancient sword wrapped in cloth on his back, wearing a bamboo hat on his head, with a fish guard beside him, and he was taking the trouble to draw the pole.
, attracting fish into the game. This chapter has been completed!
