The Red Fire Order and the Purple Muding collided in the air, and with a loud bang, a ring of fire exploded, spreading across the entire mountain. The bare mountain instantly turned into a piece of scorched earth.
Yun Chunzi took a deep breath and turned all his life-long cultivation into flames, which he sprayed on the Red Fire Token. Chong Xuzi also glared and stamped his feet. The mana in his body turned into a golden light, which illuminated the Zimu Cauldron and collided with it again.
There was a loud bang, and the entire mountain was enveloped in flames. Yun Chunzi's magic power was not as good as Chong Xuzi's, so the red fire exhausted his magic power and turned into molten iron.
When Chong Xuzi saw this, he did not hesitate and beat the Zi Mu Ding away.
Looking at his disciple's body, Yun Chunzi did not dodge when the Zi Mu Ding came calling, but he actually felt a bit relieved.
Lin Xiaodong took a look and saw that only Yun Chunzi was left in Honglian Temple. If he died, he would destroy the family and take action decisively.
Then he saw the air in front of Yun Chunzi fluctuate, and Lin Xiaodong's figure emerged from it, taking a move from Zi Mu Ding with his head.
With a buzzing sound, Lin Xiaodong's figure was like a reflection on the water, shaking and clear. Chong Xuzi took back the Zi Mu Ding in confusion, and saw a person standing in front of Yun Chunzi. He couldn't help but ask: "Who are you?"
Lin Xiaodong said: "Lin Xiaodong, the elder of Lingquan Sect in Pingliang Mountain."
When Chong Xuzi heard that he was the disciple of Taoist Linquan, he looked down upon him and said with a scornful smile: "Hong Lian Guan and I have a life-and-death feud. You should quickly step aside and don't seek death yourself."
Lin Xiaodong advised: "When is the time to retaliate? You two factions acted impulsively and almost wiped out your family. Isn't the price heavy enough?"
Grinning at Xuzi: "I just want him to destroy the Red Lotus Temple!"
Lin Xiaodong shook his head: "That won't work."
Chong Xuzi was furious and had no patience to reason with Lin Xiaodong, so Zimuding hit him on the head.
Lin Xiaodong remained motionless and raised his head to receive the attack. With a clang, his figure began to shake again. He rushed to Xuzi to take the Zi Mu Ding away, but saw that he was unharmed.
Chong Xuzi was confused: "How can Lingquan Sect's magic be so good?"
Lin Xiaodong said: "The disaster is ahead. Today, I must save a piece of fire for the Red Lotus Temple."
Baring his teeth at Xuzi: "I don't believe it!"
The Purple Muding flew into the sky and wanted to suck Lin Xiaodong away.
Lin Xiaodong's figure turned translucent again and kept shaking, but he stood still and couldn't be sucked away at all.
Chong Xuzi saw that he was far from his opponent and said angrily: "Okay, I will let him live today. There is no need to rush to kill him!"
After saying that, he turned around and stepped aside.
Yun Chunzi saved his life and asked Lin Xiaodong doubtfully: "Why did Elder Lin save me?"
Lin Xiaodong turned around and said: "You are the last single seedling of Honglian Temple. If Honglian Temple is destroyed in your hands, how can you face the founder?
After you go back, don’t think about fighting Chong Xuzi anymore!”
Yun Chunzi nodded and stepped aside, not sure whether he heard it or not.
People from all walks of life on both sides had already been killed in a mass. Seeing that they could not stop the crowd, Master Chongxiang and Master Yinghua had no choice but to keep an eye on the disciples in the sect. The people of Shiyue Temple and Yunyang Sect did not move.
Lin Xiaodong stopped Chong Xuzi and Yun Chunzi and saved Yun Chunzi's life. This move also attracted the attention of Master Yinghua and Master Chongxiang.
Master Chongxiang praised him and said: "Who is this?
It is really rare to come here not to seek revenge but to save others."
Wu Bingjie looked back and saw that it was Lin Xiaodong, and said happily: "Master, this person is Lin Xiaodong, the elder of Lingquan Sect. The disciple was practicing underwater before, and this person is my protector."
Master Chongxiang nodded: "It's good to be able to maintain the kindness of saving people even in the midst of a massacre. It's just that there are so many masters in this melee. How much can he accomplish with just his own strength?"
Wu Bingjie's heart was filled with excitement: "Elder Lin has great magic power, even Song Anfu is no match for him."
Master Chongxiang was shocked when he heard this: "Is that so?"
Wu Bingjie's eyes were filled with ecstasy, and she nodded: "That day, my disciple practiced martial arts underwater with Elder Lin at the Yunjin Lake, and met Song Anfu. The disciple was no match for Song Anfu. In the end, it was Elder Lin who defeated him and forced him to do it.
I apologize."
Master Chongxiang raised his head and said in astonishment: "The Lingquan Sect actually has such a capable person?"
Master Yinghua was also talking about Lin Xiaodong, and lectured Song Anfu: "We are all cultivators, look at him, he is dedicated to saving people in the fight, and look at you, you just want to stir up trouble, look at the dead bodies on the ground
, so many people died, are you happy?"
Song Anfu lowered his head and stared sideways at Lin Xiaodong, gnashing his teeth with an angry look on his face.
Lin Xiaodong rushed into the formation to save people, but the clones beside Yu Fengjun and Taoist Linquan were still there. Yu Fengjun looked at Lin Xiaodong next to him, and then looked at the one in the distance, feeling incredible.
In the Shiyueguan camp, Shuiyue Juyang Xiangzi led several disciples to kill Lihenguan Zhizhenzi and his disciples in the Yunyang sect camp. These two sects are both water sects, and they usually compete for monastic resources.
The resentment is deep.
Yang Xiangzi took out the red wind bead and blew out a red wind, which flew towards Zizhenzi. Zhizhenzi took out the Shichuan fan and blew it away, blowing away the red wind.
When Yang Xiangzi saw this, he gritted his teeth and hit Chi Fengzhu directly, shouting: "You are dead!"
Zhi Zhenzi smiled contemptuously, flicked the Shichuan fan, and knocked the red wind bead aside, then fanned it gently.
The cold wind blew, and a layer of white frost formed on Yang Xiangzi's body, and he was frozen alive and turned into an ice sculpture.
Yu Xiangyang, the eldest disciple of Shuiyueju, took the broken star bead in his hand and struck it at Zhang Gaojie, the eldest disciple of Zhenzi.
Zhang Gaojie took out the Soaring Cloud Cover to cover the Broken Star Bead, but unexpectedly the Broken Star Bead broke through the Soaring Cloud Cover and hit him in the chest. A layer of white frost formed on his chest and he fell to the ground dead.
Jiang Mingxu, the second disciple of Shuiyueju, picked up the Suifeng Seal and shined the light towards Shi Guoxing, the second disciple of Lihengguan. Shi Guoxing also shot out a narcissus needle and released a white light, but he could no longer avoid it and was hit by the Suifeng Seal.
Shine light on the top, and brain matter bursts out.
When Jiang Mingxu saw that he had succeeded, he smiled proudly. He didn't expect that the daffodil needle would hit him right at the center of the mouth without saying a word, and both of them would be killed.
Fan Leshan, a junior disciple of Shuiyueju, took out the Sky Crane bottle and released a crane-shaped cold smoke condensed with mist, and flew towards Liu Heshuo, a junior disciple of Lihen Temple. Liu Heshuo released a Qianli shovel and flew into the cold smoke.
The cold smoke dissipated and condensed again. Before Liu Heshuo could react, he had already come closer. As soon as it fell on him, he was frozen into a sculpture.
At this time, only the young apprentice Fan Leshan was left in Shuiyueju, and only the leader of Lihenguan was left alive. Zhizhenzi's eyes were red and he did not hesitate to slap Shichuan.
Fan Leshan knew that he was far from a match for the leader of Lihenguan, so he put down the Sky Crane bottle and waited for death. Unexpectedly, the air in front of him suddenly fluctuated, and a figure appeared out of thin air, like a reflection in water.
Lin Xiaodong's figure was slapped by Shichuan, like a bubble blown by the wind that kept shaking, but no matter how hard it shook, the bubble did not burst.