The sudden change in the Blood River was beyond everyone's expectation in Qingyang Mountain. No one expected that the mountain-protecting formation, which was so impregnable just now, would be broken through by the enemy in just a blink of an eye, leaving no room for anyone to react.
With a roar, all the elders turned into rays of light and rushed out, trying to stop the blood blades that were rapidly invading the mountain-protecting formation, and try to save those disciples who were in the mountain-protecting formation.
But it was Master Shaoguang who reacted the fastest. His eyes flashed, and the mountain seal on his hand suddenly glowed with a dazzling white light.
In the entire mountain-protecting formation, white light suddenly shone. The infinite light instantly made the entire Qingyang Mountain as bright as the sun. This light contained powerful power, and it also carried an awe-inspiring righteousness, just like the blood river.
Completely opposite in nature.
When the white light came, not only were the tiny blood blades immediately consumed, but the whirlpool blood river that was constantly rotating around Qingyang Mountain became stagnant. Countless ghosts were struggling in the blood river, floating and sinking.
He was liberated in the white light, with a relaxed and relieved look on his face, and slowly disappeared, heading to the underworld for reincarnation.
With just one blow, the vast river of blood was weakened by at least 20%
The evil mirror devil was hiding in the blood river. Seeing how powerful the attack was, he was not surprised but happy - it had only been more than 10,000 years since Qingyang Mountain was rebuilt by Wang Chao, the fourteenth generation founder, but it was preparing for this big blood river.
The formation has been prepared for tens of thousands of years
The power that the Qingyang Mountain Protective Formation can accumulate is absolutely impossible to surpass the Blood River Formation. In other words, such a head-on fight is very detrimental to Qingyang View.
If that's not the case, then why did Xu Shaoguang not use this trick until now? Is it possible that he has a problem in his head and doesn't use it when there is a better way?
The Demon of Evil Mirror was secretly happy in his heart, urging the blood river to not give in, fighting head-on with the white light of Qingyang Mountain, constantly consuming it.
Only the sound of boiling and whistling can be heard constantly in the place where the blood river meets the white light, mixed with the wails and screams of countless ghosts. It makes people upset. People with slightly lower cultivation levels can even hear this sound alone.
About to pass out.
"Oops, those guys in Qingyang Temple can't help but be tough." On a hill not far from Qingyang Mountain, a young monk wearing a gold hoop with scars all over his face and body was suddenly shocked and shouted, "
Why are they so restless?"
"Teacher, what are you talking about?" Several disciples nearby, whether monks, Taoists or lay people, were full of doubts. The oldest one among them was Mo Xiaoxian, who had not yet come to Qingyang Mountain to become a disciple. He was among the people here.
He is the oldest among the disciples and has the richest social experience - or in other words, he is the most talkative.
So whenever I had something to ask, he would usually be the first to ask.
"You don't know something... The mountain-protecting formation in Qingyang Mountain is called the 'Nine Transformations Ksitigarbha Demon Subduing Formation'. It has nine incredible transformations and can deal with all kinds of enemies. Especially the last transformation, there are even more gods and ghosts.
Although the unpredictable opportunity cannot last for a long time, in a short period of time, it is even comparable to the Chang'an Formation."
The young monk's face was heavy and his brows were furrowed: "In this situation, we should have launched the "Haotian Transformation" to turn the mountain-protecting formation into an extremely distant sky. Use the long space to temporarily isolate the enemy and gain a buffer time.
, in order to carry out the next change and defeat the enemy... But they directly used the energy contained in the formation itself and used the roughest and most direct method to fight the enemy head-on. It's so stupid."
"But...it seems very effective..."
"It's effective. If this method is really effective, why didn't they use it from the beginning?" The young monk cursed angrily, "You must remember that the foundation of our sect is wisdom. When encountering problems, you must use your brain more. Don't
Confused by the superficial illusion, the reason why Shaoguang Zhenren did not use this move at the beginning must be because he estimated that this move could not defeat the enemy - you see, in just this moment, the white light has retreated a little distance...
It’s like one minute to one and a half minutes.”
This young man's vision was extremely vicious and his cultivation level was extremely high. The dazzling white light could not hinder his vision at all, and he could even accurately judge the movement of the white light.
One foot is divided into ten inches, and one inch is divided into ten points. He can judge the length of about one minute from dozens of miles away. This kind of eyesight can be said to be unparalleled in the world.
"Then what should we do?" a disciple asked.
"What else can we do? Go and help." The young monk stared, "We have lived near Qingyang Mountain these years, using their reputation to avoid all kinds of troubles... Are you planning to run away when the trouble comes?"
"No, no, we definitely don't mean that."
The young monk's expression immediately softened, and then he sighed: "Actually, I also know that this scene is too big for us to intervene in. Even if we go, we will probably die more likely... But...
"
He hesitated for a moment, glanced at each disciple, and finally made up his mind and asked: "Do you know the name of our sect?"
“Teacher, your name is ‘Hundred Ghosts’, so should this sect be called ‘Hundred Ghosts Sect’?”
The young monk smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Well, I don't blame you for not knowing... I never told you."
"I originally didn't want to say it so early. Jin Huanzi also advised me to be careful to hide it, at least until there are two or three disciples of Huandan under my sect. It is best to successfully overcome the tribulation myself... Only then can I reveal my identity."
"But the current situation is special, so we can't do anything if we don't say it."
He was silent for a moment, and then said word by word: "The name of our sect is - Jinshan Sect."
"Jinshan Sect?"
"I seem to have heard of it somewhere..."
"Yeah, it sounds familiar to me too..."
Disciples, you look at me and I look at you, they all looked a little confused. In the end, Mo Xiaoxian reacted first. His eyes widened and he looked at the teacher in disbelief. There was an uncontrollable tone in his voice.
Surprise and joy: "Could it be that... he is actually one of the Five Sons of the Holy Mountain, the Jinshan Sect?"
The young monk nodded: "Besides this sect, where else is there another Jinshan sect in the Nine Provinces?"
"But... hasn't the Jinshan Sect been exterminated for a long time?" A disciple couldn't help but ask.
"We Shenshan Five Sons are the authentic Taoist sect, so naturally we all have some special abilities. What's more, we, the Jinshan Sect, are the leader of the Shenshan Five Sons, standing side by side with the Tian Sect, the leader of the 108 sects of the Shenmen Sect. How could we be destroyed so easily?
?" The young monk smiled slightly, "I know you have a lot of questions, but now is not the time to talk slowly - I'm afraid it will take several hours to finish these things."
He reached out and took off the gold hoop on his head and put it on Mo Xiaoxian.
"Disciple, although you and I have known each other for a short time, your character is very good, and I am very reassured. This is the treasure of our sect, the Huntian Golden Hoop, and the magic weapon Yuanling inside the golden hoop is very important to me.
He is quite familiar with the door situation. If you have any questions, you can just ask him in the future."
Unexpectedly, the disciples suddenly passed the position to Mo Xiaoxian, and they were all stunned for a moment. In the end, Mo Xiaoxian reacted first, and without saying a word, he knelt on the ground and hugged one of his legs.
"Teacher, you can't go." Mo Xiaoxian lived for one hundred and thirty or forty years and experienced many ups and downs, especially the rise and fall of the Chu Kingdom. He didn't know how many generous lamentations he had witnessed and participated in, and he immediately guessed
After seeing the teacher's intention, I couldn't help but feel sad.
"Didn't you say that going there now is like sending death..."
"Death is inevitable in life. The pursuit of immortality is freedom. The freedom to live forever is good, but the freedom to choose when, where and how to die is not bad either." The young monk smiled.
With a smile and a wave of his hand, all the disciples' eyes were blurred, and they had been moved more than ten miles away by his great magic power.
The distance of more than ten miles is not far, but it is far enough that no one can catch up with him, let alone stop him.
Seeing a ray of golden light flying towards the Qingyang Mountain, a gentle voice came into their ears: "The five sons of the Holy Mountain are connected with the same spirit. Now the Qingyang lineage is in danger of being destroyed. I, Lu, am the one who
How can a descendant of Jinshan stand by and watch?"
"You go, find a place where no one is paying attention to practice. If you can achieve something in the future, or even revive the Jinshan Taoism, you can rest in peace as a teacher."
The words ended here, because with the sound of thunder, his figure peered into the gap between the blood river and the white light, smashed through the infinite blood river with one blow, and broke directly into Qingyang Mountain.
"Is Master Shaoguang here? I am Lu Tao, the successor of the Jinshan Sect. You are using the Nine Transformations Ksitigarbha Formation incorrectly. I am here to help guide you."
... There was a bang, and Han De looked surprised. He stood there motionless, staring at the middle-aged man who had just been punched away by him.
This man's face was red, even his eyebrows and hair were red. But his redness was not fierce at all. Instead, he exuded a sense of warmth, and was full of the air of a humble gentleman.
But such a person who seemed very gentle and gentle at first glance just used the most violent and toughest way to catch Hande's fist head-on, and he was only knocked away without any serious injuries.
Han De can be sure that there is absolutely no such middle-aged man in the information about Baidi Pavilion collected by Momen - in fact, this man just flew over from the ground. As soon as he came over, he said nothing and cooperated with Baidi Pavilion.
Everyone launched an attack on themselves.
His cultivation level is far higher than that of Yan Kai and others, and it is extremely pure and profound. Especially because he has an extremely strong force in his body, it is really beyond imagination that he can withstand Han De's domineering punch.
This scene naturally far exceeded the expectations of everyone in Baidi Pavilion - in the past battle, Hande's fist was simply the reminder of the Palace of Hell. Wherever the fist came, he would be injured or die if he touched it.
No one can resist it.
What is the origin of this man being able to withstand Hande's fist head-on?
The man coughed twice, struggled to get up from the broken bricks that had been smashed into rubble, wiped the blood on his mouth, and sighed: "The Nine Turns Golden Pill is indeed worthy of its reputation. I didn't expect that my martial arts fighting spirit can't stop it...
…Is it really because of impure fighting spirit?”
Hande's eyes flashed, and he suddenly remembered a record, and said coldly: "It turns out that the Chixia sect who cultivates both Taoism and Martial Arts saw that you already had the cultivation level of the eighth level of Dan Huandan. Instead of busying yourself in overcoming the tribulation, you came here.
It’s really inexplicable to die.”
"The five sons of the sacred mountain are connected by the same spirit. When Chixia was in trouble, the three elders of Baidi Pavilion fought side by side with us, and the Chixia Valley was stained with blood... Now that Baidi Pavilion is in trouble, how can I stand by and watch?"
As the man spoke, he took a deep breath, his chest made a crackling sound, and his whole aura increased by two points.
"Chixia sect Shi Zichen learned the clever tricks of Sect Master Han"
