Longshan and Hushan are on one side, Zhuque Mountain and Xuanwu Lake are on the other side. In the middle, there is the Ambergris River that has been flowing since the Sixiang Sect did not exist.
At the head of the Ambergris River, Wen Zhiming stood with his feet on the Galaxy chessboard and his head held high. Although the little old man was not tall, at this moment, his demeanor as the leader of a sect was fully displayed.
Beside him, Lin Zhihuan's Spirit Control Sword, his beard and hair fluttering, and his light blue Taoist robe making a hunting sound.
Qiao Kaishan wore two short axes engraved with runes on his waist, and the aura from his whole body was like that of a ferocious beast about to go berserk.
Zhu Junhe still maintains his usual attire, but now he has tied up his cuffs and trouser legs. From a distance, he looks like an old farmer about to go to the fields. However, no one will underestimate this inconspicuous-looking Xuanwu
Elder Hu.
Behind them, three mountains and one lake were silent.
All the monks in the transformation stage are guarding the entrances of the three mountains. In the battle ahead, Wen Zhiming and the elders will be there, and those fish and shrimps that slip through the net need to be chopped off by them personally.
The eyes of every monk in the god-transformation stage were glowing with red light.
Since the Beast Control Sect brought the flames of war to the Four Elephant Sect four years ago, the Four Elephant Sect, which has been peaceful for dozens of generations, has begun to wake up.
Although most of these monks have never seen a life-and-death struggle, they have obviously made a decision at this moment.
The road to true cultivation is long and long.
Rather than being obliterated by the years, it is better to stand up and sing loudly.
At this time, every one of them was like a tiger about to leap up and pounce on food, and their breaths were filled with murderous intent.
Opposite Wen Zhiming and others, the monks who coveted the Four Symbols Sect have finally revealed their true colors. Even though who they are is a completely open secret, but now when the real action is about to take place, Wen Zhiming and others
There is still a strange feeling in people's hearts.
When the Four Elephant Sect was at its peak, most of the people here treated the Four Elephant Sect with the utmost respect. However, now that they have lost Xuanwu, they have all turned into wolves who are good at sharing their food.
Wen Zhiming and others have seen through all this.
On the road to cultivation, you will fight against heaven, against earth, and in the end, you cannot escape the ending of fighting against people.
Over there, at the front are Lu Haodang, Huanzhu and Dragon Subduing King Kong.
Behind them were ten other monks from the Mahayana stage, and behind them were those from the Transformation stage who wanted a piece of the pie.
"Master Wen Tian, Elder Lin, when you plotted to kill Wei Shuyang, the elder of Qinghongxuan, and bewitched the Earth Immortal Painter to want my life, did you think of today?" Lu Haodang spoke first.
The word "bewitch" is used, of course, because Lu Haodang is still a little afraid of the existence of the painter.
Wen Zhiming snorted coldly, "Now that you have put on such a show today, do you still want to just talk about it?"
"Master Wen Tian, you have seen the current situation. I, Lu Haodang, am not a murderous person. If the four of you destroy your Nascent Soul, I can naturally ensure that your other disciples will not be implicated."
Lu Haodang's original intention of saying this was to shake the monks of the Four Symbols Sect in the transformation stage. However, having grown up here, they had long regarded the Four Symbols Sect as their true home. Their determination was far from Lu Haodang's.
Just like what I thought in my heart.
"If you want to fight, fight. Our Sixiang Sect has never backed down!"
Wen Zhiming first shouted loudly with strong spiritual power in his tone.
Then, he lowered his voice slightly, looked at the monks behind Lu Haodang, and said coldly: "Lu Haodang overestimates his own abilities and wants to risk his life for treasure. What about you?"
"Have you ever thought about it, our Four Elephants Sect has been around for thousands of years, and we have countless secret books and spiritual elixirs. Do you think it is that easy to step into the gate of our Four Elephants Sect?"
"Just say that I know my destiny, I have practiced Taoism for more than three hundred years, and I have been given the title of Half-Step Heavenly Master. Do you think that in front of me, you really have the strength to be lucky?"
"Even if you want to devour the giant elephant with the bodies of thousands of ants, I, Wen Zhiming, can solemnly tell you that if I die, thousands of miles around will become flat ground! Do you think you can escape?"
Thousands of miles around, there will be flat ground.
This was Wen Zhiming's naked threat with his peak Mahayana cultivation.
The people behind Lu Haodang couldn't help but feel a chill in their chests after hearing this.
He is the pinnacle of the Mahayana. If he really goes crazy, and the mountains and rivers are shattered, bleeding and floating, it is really not a joke.
Now, Wen Zhiming, who is barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes, has been cornered.
But that's not the case with the group of people behind Lu Haodang. Many of them came here with a pick-up mentality and were ready to get in. If they really died here, they would have to go to their grandma's house.
A small commotion appeared in Lu Haodang's camp.
Suddenly, behind Lu Haodang, a middle-aged man with raised eyebrows shouted: "Stop making noise, how can Wen Zhiming scare you into this with just a few words?"
"Everyone knows that when you embark on the road of cultivation, it is a road of fighting for your life! If you don't fight for your life, where can you get the magic weapon that is handy, the elixir for regenerating energy and strengthening the bones, and the secret method that is unique in the world? Where can it come from?"
The man's tone suddenly became ferocious, "If you don't risk your life, where will the chance of becoming an ascension come from?"
"I'm asking you?"
"Where are they from?" The man said the last three words almost word for word.
The crowd fell silent instantly. Yes, if you don't risk your life, where do those things come from?
Disciples with low cultivation levels will naturally have resources provided by the elders of the sect. But what about them? They are already in the stage of transformation into gods or the Mahayana stage. No one can give them opportunities, they can only snatch them away!
Has this kind of thing happened very rarely over the past thousands of years?
A sect that does not rob or seize will sooner or later be annihilated in the long river of history.
No one will praise their kindness, and no one will remember them.
Wen Zhiming stared closely at that person. He knew that person. He had appeared every time in the previous meetings in Broken Leaf Forest.
He is Ye Shoucheng, Qinghongxuan's second only to Lu Haodang in terms of strength. It is said that he has reached the middle stage of Mahayana cultivation more than sixty years ago.
Ye Shoucheng's words instantly silenced the camp behind Lu Haodang.
His words were so inspiring that except for a few monks in the transformation stage who were not tough-minded, everyone else was eager to give it a try.
These changes seemed to have fallen into Wen Zhiming's eyes. Although there was no expression on his face, he clearly had a clear judgment on the situation in his heart.
He knows what he wants to do.
"Only by killing Lu Haodang can we find hope." Wen Zhiming sent a message to the other three people.
Lu Haodang is the backbone of this group of people. If he dies, it will naturally be much easier.
Lu Haodang was startled. Apparently, he was already feeling the feeling of being locked by the four qi machines.
"Huanzhu, Master Jianglong, the three of us, deal with Wen Zhiming together!" Lu Haodang nodded to the two people on the left and right and ordered.
By the way, he glanced at Wen Zhiming in the distance. He thought to himself: You want to burn the boat, but do you think I will give you such a chance? Jianglong and I are as strong as you, plus a middle stage Mahayana
The magic bamboo, you will definitely lose.
Then, he turned sideways and looked at Ye Shoucheng behind him, and said: "Ye Shoucheng, you, Zhao Huaien and the Demon-Conquering Master of Chongnan Temple will deal with Lin Zhihuan together."
"Fairy Huanju of Shuixian Hall, you and..."
In this battle, together with Lu Haodang himself, Qinghongxuan dispatched a total of three Mahayana monks. In addition to Ye Shoucheng, there was also a man named Zhao Huaien. Like Wei Shuyang, this person had just entered the early Mahayana stage.
Chongnan Temple directly dispatched two people. Jianglong is the abbot, and his cultivation at the peak of the Vajra realm goes without saying. And the Lord Jiangmo is one of Jianglong's peers, and his cultivation at the middle Vajra realm can already stand out among the others.
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Shuixian Hall, like Chongnan Temple, had two Mahayana monks participating in this battle, and Huan Ju was Huan Zhu's junior sister.
It is said that the new master of Narcissus Hall accepted a total of eight disciples, namely: Where the Heart Is, Plum, Orchid, Bamboo and Chrysanthemum.
The first four are male disciples, and the last four are female disciples.
But to this day, there are only three Huanxin, Huanzhu and Huanju who are still alive.
"There are countless secret treasures and elixirs in the Four Symbols Sect. These opportunities are left to you in the God Transformation Stage!"
Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and suddenly dark clouds fell over the city.
The stirring drums of war sounded in everyone's heart.