"The scene of doomsday? Are the masters, ancestors, and those of the Fushan Sect already taking action?"
Yue Yu knew that the Fushan Sect's mountain-protecting formation could not completely block Nong Yishan's soul perception. When he heard this, his eyes suddenly shone with light.
"That's about it! It's just that although they have good calculations, Ning Qiankun is not someone who is easily plotted. Even insects and ants will fight hard before they die, let alone such a heroic person."
Speaking of this, Nong Yishan sighed softly, then turned his head and looked at Yue Yu: "You came just in time! Go to Fushan for me later. All future affairs of Fushan Sect will be under your full authority.
Disposal."
"Master, what does this mean?"
Yue Yu felt suspicious at first. Hearing what Nong Yishan meant, it seemed that he wanted him to rush to Fushan alone. The meaning was really puzzling. But then, something moved in his heart, and he thought of Nong Yishan.
Yi Shan's first few sentences were about Ning Qiankun's evaluation. Then he narrowed his eyelids slightly, closed his lips, and said no more words.
Then Guo JianNong Yishan did not answer his words. Instead, he took out a blank rune paper that shone with gold and silver, forced out a few drops of blood, and drew an extremely complex rune on it.
"Nine Refining and Six Yang True Mysterious Talisman Pages?"
Yue Yu's brows furrowed for a while, and he became even more curious. He had stayed at Mingzhu Peak for a long time, and in addition to formation methods, he also learned how to make talismans. He knew that this kind of talisman paper was of the right grade.
Above the second grade, it is the best talisman paper for drawing that kind of top-level Taoism. The materials used are all rare, and the inside is even painted with the method of making tools.
The spiritual formation must be placed on a peak tens of thousands of feet high, absorb the true fire of the sun, and then be burned and forged by Nascent Soul monks with the true fire of samadhi before it can be completed. Each time such a formation is completed, it must take more than ten years. The entire Northern Wilderness
Within the country, it is estimated that only a few Nascent Soul monks with long lifespans would spend their essence to refine this thing.
The situation that Nong Yishan would take out this object is really suspicious. But just a moment later, Yue Yu's expression was gradually attracted by the fingers of Nong Yishan who drew the talisman on the talisman paper. The whole process was like flowing clouds and flowing water, and the strokes were completed in one go.
The superficiality and spiritual power distribution are all closely integrated with this Refining Six Yang Zhenxuan Talisman Page.
He didn't know what kind of magic that rune was at the moment. However, with just this hand, Yue Yu had already concluded that Nong Yishan's skills in this area were no less than Chang Binghong's.
"The formation master's attainments in formation talismans are indeed only inferior to those of great-uncle Changshi."
Yue Yu remembered that Chang Binghong had told him a long time ago that within the Guangling Sect, there was actually someone who was more talented than him. If that person concentrated on the formation, his achievements would probably be far behind him. He
He originally thought this person was Feng Yun, but now it seems that he should be the master teacher in front of him.
As Nong Yishan made the last stroke, the entire talisman paper suddenly exploded with a huge wave of spiritual power, which spread out in a ripple shape and spread far in all directions.
Nong Yishan's face paled slightly, and then returned to normal in a moment. He threw the painted talisman into Yue Yu's hand. Then, there were three more strange talismans that were almost completely transparent.
"You go in with this talisman. In case of emergency, you can open the protection, plus the Dragon Bird Fan and Jade Emperor Longyue Town in your hand, as well as several other magic weapons. It should be safe. However, this talisman is refined
In times of difficulty, unless absolutely necessary, it is best to use them with caution. As for the other three talismans, you should know their uses."
Yue Yu took it with his hand and immediately began to analyze the composition of this talisman. Then a moment later, he remembered a name from the sea of information stored in his mind. His eyes suddenly shrank: "This
Is it to reverse the Taixu Glazed Wall?"
Nong Yishan was slightly surprised, but then he smiled: "I didn't expect you to actually know this method. As expected, you have already rummaged through the books in the second pavilion of Jingshuo Jingyuan."
Yue Yu's heart was still shaking. Of course he knew the Taoism written in this page of Nine Refiners and Six Yang Zhenxuan Talisman. The reputation of Upending the Taixu Glazed Wall was not inferior to that of Little All Heavens.
Forty-nine
The Guiyuan Shield is also one of the great supernatural powers inherited from ancient times. It is rumored that this method was created by Tian Wu, one of the twelve witch gods. When it was cultivated to the extreme, it was the combined efforts of several great demon clans and great supernatural powers.
It is also difficult to break its body.
The legendary magical power passed down secretly by the sect is the Taoism recorded in this talisman?
"Actually, you should have known this a long time ago. About seven thousand years ago, the sect suffered from the loss of the Guangling Sword. There was no superior method that could suppress the Guangling sect's luck. Several Nascent Soul monks were sent as far away as the Central Plains
Luozhou, looking for an opportunity to surround and kill a seriously injured and dying man
Mahayana casual cultivator. This inverted Taixu glazed wall was one of the gains at that time! There are no more than seventeen people in the Guangling Sect who have succeeded in cultivating it over the years. It was also the gains from that adventure that allowed the Guangling Sect to resist Yunmeng in the past ten thousand years.
The two Bingyue Sects have never been in trouble."
Speaking of this, Nong Yishan looked at Yue Yu thoughtfully: "If you are interested, you can also learn this magical power from me later. I don't think you can use it yourself. Your puppet nature likes close combat.
, when combined with this magical power, they complement each other. This method was created by the shaman god Tian Wu, and we monks can only obtain 70% of its essence at most. However, in terms of power, it can still be considered as an example of great magical power."
Seventy percent?
Yue Yu raised his eyebrows. Seventy percent would be pretty good. In fact, he himself was in urgent need of similar magical powers for protection. If he couldn't find other stronger magical powers, this was also a candidate. For Zhan Xue,
It was just right, saving him the trouble of searching.
Immediately afterwards, he took the three transparent talismans in his hand. Then his expression showed a bit of understanding. No wonder Nong Yishan had never cared about Chen Dong's last hesitation before. Compared with the soul's oath,
Compared with similar means, the things in his hands are indeed much more reliable.
Just when he was thinking about this place, there was a sudden roar in the direction of the floating mountain. Yue Yu didn't even have to turn his eyes to see that the spiritual veins in the distance were rapidly disintegrating. The spiritual energy flows that were forcibly drawn out of the ground began to flow back.
, returned under the ground. And when he turned his head and looked over there, he saw that there was no obstacle beyond the huge mountain in the distance that was tens of thousands of feet high.
"It seems like a lose-lose situation! It's surprising that with Ning Qiankun's skills, even after taking precautions, he still ended up in this situation. Forget it, that's fine."
Nong Yishan's white eyebrows were raised slightly, as if he was a little confused, and then he flicked his sleeves and said: "Yu'er, you can go over. If you have any doubts, you can find out after you go. The Fushan Sect's disposal is up to you.
Heartfelt!"
Yue Yu shook his head slightly. He didn't have any doubts at the moment. Just from Nong Yishan's words, he had already guessed it. But he was also a little surprised by the ending.
The sword emerged from the clouds, passed through the Gangfeng layer, and then reached the top of Luofu Mountain. As soon as Yue Yu arrived here, he could see several palaces built on the top of the mountain. After losing the protective wings of the spiritual formation, the metal tiles on the top
. They all melted quickly under the true fire of the sun. Only in the center, near the main hall that could accommodate ten thousand people, was the remaining spiritual array, which was still well preserved.
"Are all the people from the Fushan Sect gathered here?"
Yue Yu flicked the sleeves of his robe and pressed the sword light. He just saw that, in addition to the thousands of foundation-building disciples of the Fushan Sect, the remaining people who could control the magical weapons and mysterious weapons and come in and out of Qingming were all coming here.
Gather everywhere.
And when he strode into the hall, he saw more than a thousand disciples sitting cross-legged silently in this space of several thousand feet. Even if they saw him coming in, they only raised their eyelids slightly and then
He narrowed his eyes, and there was no trace of blood on his face.
In the center of the hall, there are still many corpses, most of which are still barely intact. But there are also a small number of them in pieces, with flesh and blood splattered everywhere. Looking at their clothes, there are actually more than four people from the Fushan Sect.
A monk who has reached the realm of golden elixir.
What's more, in front of Yue Yu, deep inside the palace, Ning Qiankun is still sitting high on the throne, with a lot of blood on the corners of his lips and the tip of his nose, and there are several almost completely transparent wounds on his chest.
On both sides of him, there were more than a dozen figures, all sitting on the seats with expressionless faces. Without exception, they all had some injuries on their bodies, especially the one closest to Ning.
An elderly monk from Qiankun who was also a Nascent Soul was almost dying.
When Yue Yu was looking around, Chen Dong followed closely behind him and rushed into the hall with his sword. He took a cursory glance at the miserable state of the Fushan Sect in the hall, and there was no blood on his face. He bowed deeply to Yue Yu.
: "Fellow Daoist Yue, we are fortunate to have fulfilled our orders. We have fulfilled all our previous promises. I wonder if your sect's leader has any other instructions?"
Yue Yu glanced aside, but ignored him, and walked straight into the hall. Immediately after his spiritual consciousness, he locked onto a very familiar aura, and then his eyes suddenly opened: "Kang Yunhua!"
Zhan Xue's figure suddenly stepped out from behind him, and then thousands of silver threads suddenly exploded, pulling the figure in the distance that had long been unable to move in front of him.
Yue Yu glanced at him, and with one finger, a burst of magic power entered it. Looking at Kuang Yunhua's consciousness, he gradually regained consciousness. Then he turned his head coldly: "Xue'er, break this man into thousands of pieces.
No less, no more! Don’t let him die so quickly.”
Just as he finished speaking, the Thousand Silk Snow Sword that locked Kuang Yunhua's body immediately separated dozens of white threads that shone with cold light, cutting into the flesh and blood, and then when blood splashed everywhere,
At that time, the cut flesh and blood was exactly the size of a fingernail.
After Kuang Yunhua woke up, he managed to hold on without uttering a scream. Yue Yu, however, was too lazy to pay attention to this person and walked until he stood ten feet in front of Ning Qiankun.
After taking a careful look at this person, Yue Yu sighed in his heart. For his own sake, he wished he could kill the Fushan Headmaster right away. But at this moment, he still represented the Guangling Sect.
Thinking of this, Yue Yu took out the Fengya Sword with an indifferent expression and pointed it at Ning Qiankun's throat.
"Kneel down!"
The voice was calm, but it shocked everyone in the hall.