At the foot of Yunkong Mountain, someone whispered that people with real status would not take the road at the foot of the mountain. The moiré stone road has been excavated for so many years, but it has not been walked much. People like them are not as good as those above, but more than below. Their status is the most embarrassing, even if they go
To get to Yunkong Que, you can only wind up the mountain road on the side.
Because of this, they are the most keenly aware of the news circulating on the island. Although they don't know what is happening at the moment, there are several times more eight tribes stationed at the foot of the mountain than before, and on the cloud pattern mountain road, the road has already appeared at some point.
Standing there quietly, with a heroic and majestic figure, one could tell that something happened, and it was probably related to the young man slowly coming in front of him.
"I heard that a direct descendant of the Holy Son from the Black Feather Division suffered a big loss at Tiandukou..."
"Holy Son? Who is he?"
"Black Feather Wind."
"It's him……"
Some people transmit messages to each other, trying to trace the past and piece together the scene that is closest to reality. At the same time, they tense up and stay vigilant. The forces on Yunkong Island are complex. Even at the foot of Yunkong Mountain, there are often people stained with blood over the years.
Many fierce battles broke out.
Not only these people, but also the many members of the Eight Clans stationed in front of Yunkong Mountain were all surprised and confused at this time. Where did this young master come from? He actually alerted the big shots of the Eight Clans and made a special trip to wait on the moire stone road.
Everyone can feel the murderous aura permeating the air.
Yunkong Mountain is majestic and vicissitudes of life. Even the cloud-patterned mountain roads that were opened later have left the marks of time. On the cliffs, old pines are curling up, and strange flowers are smelling fragrant. In the mist of spiritual mist, there are even old medicines growing, but no one dares to pick them.
, every plant and tree on Yunkong Mountain belongs to the eight major tribes.
Yuntian Gong looked at the young man walking slowly on the stone road in the distance. He was a young man who looked extremely restrained and unremarkable. If there was anything special about him, it was that he was too calm and indifferent. Over the years, Yuntian
I have seen many young heroes who were able to achieve sainthood at this age, and there are also a few who, despite their pride, are trying to look down on the world.
"Stop."
On the cloud-patterned mountain road, a majestic and deep voice sounded, like a general opening the ancient gate to heaven. Looking down at the human world, everyone at the foot of the mountain felt shocked. They couldn't help but tighten their bodies, and at the same time showed a look of awe.
, the only ones who can use the five-star sky riding horse as a mount are the extraordinary and holy men.
The people from the eight garrisoned tribes raised their swords at the same time and pointed forward.
"Stop!"
Dozens of people shouted together, and their murderous aura suddenly gathered to the extreme. On the stone road in front of the foot of the mountain, a strong wind suddenly set off, rolling up sand and gravel and whizzing away towards the young figure in white robes in front of them.
The eyes of the sporadic people from various tribes were condensed, and they were a little frightened. Among the eight tribes stationed at the foot of the mountain, the ones with the lowest cultivation levels had all entered the third realm of cultivation. Dozens of people were full of energy, like a landslide and a tsunami. Even if it was an ordinary large
If you can, you should avoid its sharp edges if you are afraid.
They looked at the young man walking from afar. Yunkong Mountain could not be humiliated. This might be a rare young strong man, but Yunkong Mountain was as strong as the clouds. The eight major clans had such profound foundations that they could master the realm of bartering. Such a
The accumulation over the years has long gone beyond the scope of the average strongest division.
Buzz!
However, the next moment, the howling wind and sand seemed to have encountered an invisible barrier. They all stopped ten feet in front of the white-robed figure. As his footsteps rose and fell, the wind stopped,
When the stone fell, the Qi of dozens of people from the Eight Tribes was empty, and there was no strength at all. This made a group of people from the Eight Tribes feel as if they were punched into the air, feeling extremely uncomfortable.
On the cloud-patterned mountain road, Yun Tiangong, who was sitting on the back of the flying horse, raised his eyes slightly. This kind of grasp of the situation is more subtle than that of some older great saints. No wonder he can force back the Black Feather family.
A guest minister who has attained the level of Saint Realm, even he cannot see through his true cultivation level. Although there are many breath-containing methods in this world, in front of Yunkong Mountain, someone can still have such a posture and magnanimity. Looking at the entire world sea,
I'm afraid there are very few of them.
"You are strong, but that is no reason to ignore me, Yun Kongshan."
Yun Tiangong opened his mouth and said, he was dressed in silver-white armor, each armor leaf was like a sword, but the brilliance was not obvious, simple and vicissitudes of life, setting off the heroic and majestic figure, without opening a word, it gave people a strong sense of oppression
Feeling, and as he spoke, some people from the eight tribes were surprised. The person on the Yunwen Mountain Road was guarded by Yunkong Mountain and came from one of the eight tribes, the Heavenly Art Saint of the Yun family.
The Heavenly Power Saint once fought outside the Dragon Gate of the Realm Pass. His hands were stained with the holy blood of more than one kind of alien race. He was a Saint of Hundreds of Wars. He was very powerful. He reached his peak state twenty years ago. Some big figures from the eight tribes once asserted that for a hundred years,
In the next year, he is expected to transcend and stand at the pinnacle of the holy realm.
It was such a supreme saint who actually thought so highly of that strange young man. This shocked the people of the eight tribes stationed there. They also had some vague premonitions that perhaps today's dispute would not end so quickly.
"You can't stop me."
Su Qi young shook his head with a smile. There was no emotion in his extremely calm tone, but his invincible aura severely washed away the minds of everyone at the foot of the mountain. Who on earth is this person who dares to fight with a supreme saint?
Those who speak like this are too arrogant and arrogant.
Even Yun Tian Gong, a head of shiny black hair was slightly agitated, splashing out sonorous sparks, like a pair of magic swords colliding, blooming with endless edge.
"For many years, no one has dared to despise me so much. You are the first. I hope you are strong enough. Otherwise, even if you come from the four great human and dragon families, you will still be suppressed under Yunkong Mountain for a hundred years."
Yun Tiangong's tone was low, and he held a black halberd in his hand, like an ink dragon being held in the palm of his hand. The cold halberd blade spattered with cold light, and the air was like cracked silk, with pale cracks appearing one after another in front of the halberd blade.
He has the confidence to guess a person's multiple identities, but even the Renlong family has an appointment with Yunkong Island, and there is no room for anyone to be presumptuous under Yunkong Mountain.
"Walking through the realms and seeing the holy dharma is also a kind of accumulation. Go ahead and do your best to bloom brilliantly. You only have one chance." Su Qinian looked at the cloud pattern mountain road and nodded slightly.
boom!
What responded to him was the black halberd. When it was enlarged, it looked like a black dragon, crushing the void. The continuous and cold energy of the halberd, accompanied by the terrifying and boundless sacred energy, spurted out.
, surged in an instant.
Even Yun Tiangong, who has been in the state of mind for hundreds of years, felt an offense and got really angry. This was not a dispute with his Yun family, but as the guard of Yunkong Mountain for hundreds of years, he encountered a strange and hostile person.
It is impossible for a sacred master to let him go up the mountain and enter Yunkong Que.
On the stone path in front of the mountain, Su Qinian's eyes lit up slightly when he saw the black halberd blade falling down. The surging aura of law was very rare. It was like the path of water, stretching endlessly, and it also had the chill of a different kind of mysterious ice path.
, there is also a kind of bone-crushing, soul-crushing, all-pervasive coldness.