Chapter 6 A sword flies to shock the ghosts and gods
The giant white bone boat of the demonic path fell slowly, and finally, surrounded by lightning, it landed on a mountain in the distance and was hidden in the golden clouds.
After waiting for a while, other sects also arrived one after another.
For example, the White Lotus Hall and his entourage came riding on a huge golden lotus Buddha seat; for example, the Wanshou Mountain was protected by a leaf-like green energy and came through the cracks in space; for example, a person held a crane and the fairy wind Taoist robe floated.
Looking up at Tianzong.
He also saw a big tree flying towards him, but after landing, it turned into an old man with white hair and beard. There was a group of people standing around him, including Su Lin. He thought it was the Tongtian Sect that had just been established recently.
However, he didn't see the dragon clan. It seems that the descendants of these mythical beasts that occupy the world's water bodies don't bother to participate in human battles.
After a while, the sky suddenly became brighter, as if thousands of sharp swords fell from the sky, tearing apart the dark clouds, and the clear blue sky and bright sunshine reappeared.
Under this sunlight, dozens of sword lights were connected end to end, like a giant dragon that flew over with its head and tail swaying, and landed on the top of a mountain not far away.
"People from the Sunset Sect are also here." Zhou Zhou said with a smile, "I heard that they have been keen on swordsmanship in recent years. Almost everyone is practicing swordsmanship, and they seem to want to change their name to the Sunset Sword Sect. Now it seems that this is not a good idea.
It’s really not impossible!”
"If you need to fight against their disciples who have entered the Taoist realm, please be sure to let the disciples take the field and give it a try!" Yi Ti's eyes were brighter than the light of the sword. He was usually indifferent and easy-going, and he rarely had a strong fighting spirit.
"No problem. If I want to fight with them then, I will definitely let you go!" Li Xiaoyao patted his shoulder and said approvingly, "I remember that there was an outstanding disciple of the Sunset Sect who entered the Taoist realm. He was known as the Prince of Bingbing. Although
He is not very old, but he has already mastered the true inheritance of our sect, and even the Sunset Divine Sword was given to him."
"I won't lose!"
"Hmm... The Sunset Divine Sword is famous all over the world. When the time comes to fight against him, if you don't have a suitable flying sword, you may suffer a big loss..." Li Xiaoyao pondered for a moment and looked at Zhou Zhou.
"What do you think I'm doing? You can't let him eat!"
"Anyway, you're using embroidery needles now, so it's useless to keep those flying swords..."
"What I have is the Divine Needle Sword Technique! It's not the embroidery needle! Moreover, the Divine Needle Sword Technique has enough attack power but insufficient defense. Without a bunch of flying swords to protect you, you will be at a disadvantage in the melee!"
"Stop arguing." Master Shao Guang's voice was filled with anger, "It's just a pair of flying swords! Is it worth making such a noise?"
As he spoke, a golden light flew over and stopped in front of Yi Ti.
"If you want to fight against that Prince Blowing Ice, you can use the Chaoyang Divine Sword. It was specially built to restrain it after we suffered the loss of the Sunset Divine Sword." Master Shao Guang said with a hint of emotion in his voice.
Hatred, "When the time comes, you can fight head-on with it. With up to ten swords, you can cut that so-called 'Supreme Sword' into scrap metal!"
Yi Ti thanked him hurriedly and took the divine sword with both hands, his face full of surprise.
But Wu Jie heard Li Xiaoyao's message: "Look! I know that the deputy head can't hear good things about that sword."
Before Wu Jie had time to answer, Zhou Zhou's voice also rang in his ears: "That's right! Two hundred years ago, I heard his old man say that he wanted to use the Chaoyang Divine Sword to chop the Sunset Divine Sword. In the blink of an eye, it's been two hundred years.
Oh, why don't you take out the Chaoyang Divine Sword..."
"Guess what will happen if the Sunset Sect's Zhen Sect Divine Sword is really chopped into pieces?"
"It's not that great. Anyway, that sword is just a ceremonial item..."
"I mean, that Prince Blowing Ice...will he commit suicide with a sword?"
"... Junior brother, why do you always think about such things as taking pleasure in others' misfortune? We cultivators must be kind!"
"No matter how kind I am, I can't be kind to those barbarians who always want to invade the Central Plains!"
The two uncles were arguing when Jiang An's voice suddenly came out, quite angry: "Why are you arguing? If you continue to argue, I will stay as a housekeeper!"
So the two uncles immediately shut up and did not dare to say a word.
After a while, it seemed that no one would come anymore, so the leaders of each faction flew out with two or three masters, landed on a Dharma platform on the top of the mountain, and began to discuss the matter of this fight.
The light flashed at the Jade Turtle's window, like a television broadcast, and the scene on the altar appeared.
I saw a total of ten people on the stage, each of them with extraordinary aura; and below the stage, there were dozens of people who were no less powerful than them - as long as you are not so slow that you can't even ask for basic information, you can guess
On and off the stage, they are all masters of the elixir-returning realm!
Masters of Huandan are generally called "ancestors" in the human world. It is difficult for ordinary monks to meet one, but at this moment, there are dozens of figures at the level of the ancestors gathered together on and off the altar. Such a scene is really shocking.
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"...So I think we should not play the tricks of children this time." A tall and mighty man wearing a feather cloak said with a murderous look on his face, "Excellent disciples can only
Only through the tempering of blood and fire can we truly grow up. If we let them have a near miss every time, they will not get the real lesson!"
"You don't take your disciples seriously, but we are different!" A sharp-looking middle-aged man wearing a white robe and a sword at his waist said with a sneer, "We, the disciples of Baidi Pavilion, are all carefully trained.
, there is no comparison in the level of preciousness with the crudely made goods like yours!"
"Shoddy? Since Brother Yan looks down on Shenmen disciples so much, why did he refuse the suggestion of a life-and-death fight?" An old man with wrinkles so old that he could kill mosquitoes smiled kindly, "If our disciples are really incompetent, then they will die.
Forget it under the hands of the disciples of your sect."
Head Yan of Baidi Pavilion suddenly frowned and snorted coldly: "Old ghost Bin, if you go to overcome the tribulation now, you must be 60-70% sure... But why don't you go to overcome the tribulation?"
"If everyone in Baidi Pavilion commits suicide with their swords, I will immediately go to escape the tribulation."
The two sides were still arguing, and a very handsome young man with rather cold eyes said grimly: "I've talked so much, I just don't dare! The explanation is just a cover-up!"
Seeing his provocative eyes, Master Shaoguang suddenly became angry and asked coldly: "Why do we have to violate the rules when you come up with an idea and let the young disciples who can entrust the sect's orthodoxy in the future take risks?"
"Probably because you are all cowards!" The mighty man looked up to the sky and laughed, "Cowards always find various excuses!"
Master Shaoguang couldn't bear it anymore and took a step forward. He was about to speak when he was stopped by Master Yan.
"Master Bo Fu, we have known each other for more than four hundred years, right?" Head Yan said with a smile, "To be honest, I've long been tired of seeing your ugly face... let those little kids fight for their lives.
What's the point of being beaten to death? How about we go to the top of the sky and have a fight, and only one of us is allowed to come back?"
Bo Fu's face was stern, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he was about to accept this life-and-death duel, but at this moment, everyone on the stage and off the stage turned their heads and looked at the crack in space leading to the human world.
In the black and white chaos, a ray of light suddenly flew out.
This ray of light was bright and dazzling, like a star falling from the sky to the earth. It flew in front of everyone in an instant, turned into a long sword with an ordinary appearance, and was inserted on the altar.
No matter how you look at it, this sword looks very ordinary, just like the kind you can buy in a weapons shop in an ordinary city, and it is not even a high-end product, just an ordinary steel sword.
But the dozens of Huandan Patriarchs looked at this sword with nervous eyes, with three parts confusion, three parts vigilance, and four parts fear.
For a while, the entire altar was silent. After a while, an old monk with white eyebrows put his hands together with his long sword as a salute and asked politely: "Old man, who is in trouble in the poor temple, dare to ask the donor who gave up his sword?"
Come here, do you have any advice?"
"I don't have anything to teach you, a disciple of the Wanjia family." The voice of the disciple who abandoned the sword came from the sword, "I just suddenly thought of something and sent you a message."
"Donor, please speak."
"You all know, right? I live in the Valley of No Return." The Abandoned Swordsman seemed to be thinking, and after a few seconds he continued, "There are many people living here, and it has become difficult to live here during this period. It's just the right time.
Recently, a child ran into some trouble and sent his apprentice to me for help. I thought about it and agreed to him."
"Abandoned Swordsman, can't you just do it better?" An old man in nomadic costume couldn't help but said loudly, "Mother-in-law's style is not your style!"
"Haha! That's right! Then I'll just do it!" The Sword Abandoner laughed a few times, "From today on, within fifty years, in the Eastern Chu Kingdom, no matter which one of the three religions and six sects is, they will only be allowed to practice
Disciples from the Gang Realm enter, and once someone from the Ning Yuan or even the Huan Dan Realm enters the Eastern Chu Kingdom, Qi Mou will demolish the mountain gate of his house!"
"...Hey! You are being too unreasonable!"
"Reasonable? Qi Mou is very reasonable!" Qi Sword disciple asked coldly, "Isn't the three-religion fighting method demarcating the sphere of influence of each faction? As the master of Wuhui Valley, isn't Qi Mou qualified to participate?
"
"……But……"
"Nothing good! I remember you are the master of the Demon Sect Dan Sect, right? If you say another word, I will go to Tianwaitian to visit you tomorrow - I want to see if your fists are the same as your mouth
hard!"
There was a sudden silence on the stage, and every Huandan Patriarch wisely kept his mouth shut, not daring to provoke the sword-abandoning disciple who was already ready to go mad.
After a moment, the long sword suddenly buzzed and turned into countless fragments, falling to the ground.
Obviously, the Abandoned Swordsman has ended his contact with this place.
You Huandan Patriarchs, you look at me, I look at you, no matter whether you are good or evil, you can only smile bitterly at this moment.
