In the distance of the mist, there are stars looming high above the clouds. If you look closely, you will see that they are not mountains and rivers, but pavilions built up, looming in the majestic mist like the towers of a fairy palace.
The giant ship set sail broke through the sea of clouds, and the aftermath turned into a reflection of light that stirred the waves on the horizon. It sailed into the established channel of the giant ship with a roar.
At that time, the escaping light had disappeared.
Yangcheng is based on mountains, like a huge honeycomb standing upside down on the earth. Countless monks are like hardworking bees flying in the clouds, either traveling or returning from abroad.
The rising sun in the distance casts golden light, reflecting on the ripples of the rising golden array.
The crystal shroud flickered, covering the entire Yang City based on the mountains and rivers in all directions, and also protecting the monks who made a living in Yang City.
Although there has been a lot of friction with the demon cultivators, which has added a bit of a chilling atmosphere to the city, most of the anxious people are people with family backgrounds, or are the people in power in Yangcheng.
For those monks who make a living in Yangcheng, sometimes the friction between good and evil is an opportunity. Whether it is reselling war equipment or magic pills, they can make a small fortune.
There are also those who make money by buying and selling without capital.
It's not that they kill people directly, but they wait for the fighting monk to die and then go and clean it up. They just take the trophies and then sell the body back to the monk's home to make another fortune.
The days go by.
Eat what you have, don't wait until you have nothing to eat and starve.
And this long-lost peace was shattered by that distant voice.
The Yangcheng formation was fully activated, as if it had suddenly entered wartime.
Even the old city lord, who had disappeared for a long time without any news, appeared above the formation.
The old city lord, who is like a little sun, is the backbone of everyone, not only those in power in Yangcheng, but also those casual cultivators who rely on Yangcheng for their livelihood.
As long as the old city lord does not fall, the sky will not fall.
However, rumors have spread in recent years that the old city lord is about to expire. Although the old city lord's eldest disciple is powerful, he is not as reassuring as the old city lord.
Especially compared to other large sects that are growing in strength, the mainstay of Yangcheng is slowly decreasing.
"The demon cultivator is knocking on the door!"
"Can you clearly see how many demon cultivators there are? How strong are they?"
"I didn't see clearly either. I only saw twenty or thirty divine lights approaching us in the distance."
"Twenty or thirty."
"Divine light!"
"..."
Yangcheng's defender Jindan was so frightened that his bones and muscles were numb. He listened to the information from the people around him with a dull face. His mind was spinning, suppressing the chaotic and ownerless mood, and shouted: "Quickly, notify me.
City Lord!"
The telegraph ignited.
There was a deep bass on the other end: "Don't panic, the garrison monks each perform their duties. After the big formation is opened, all the city defense equipment will be activated. The golden elixir masters of the four major families will stabilize the small formation and worship the monks..."
Russia.
The divine consciousness from Master Yuyan has spread out, and the golden divine light seems to completely cover this huge Yangcheng.
The nine-yang flame god robe is added to the body.
The golden crown tied up the white hair meticulously.
Whisk lay quietly in his arms.
The tall Yan Yanzhen has wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.
In the last ten years of his life, Master Yueyan did not show signs of aging, but remained as high-spirited as when he first met him.
He was supposed to be in seclusion in the underground spiritual veins of Yangcheng, preparing to attack the realm that even he was not sure of at the last moment. Therefore, there was no news about him in the past twenty years, and only a few disciples knew about him.
Even the appearance of Lingbao a few months ago did not allow him to come out of seclusion.
Later, I heard from my eldest disciple that the Lingbao finally fell into the hands of the Blood Evil Sect. At that time, Master Yuyan once lamented that things are unpredictable and he never expected that the Blood Evil Sect would get such an opportunity.
In the blink of an eye, the demon cultivators from the Blood Fiend Sect were already knocking on the door.
Master Yuyan calmly stared at the twenty or thirty rays of light in the distance: "I have just mastered the second spiritual treasure, are you so impatient to take action? Xuan Sha, this is not like your style."
Frowning slightly, why are these twenty or thirty auras so weird? The demonic aura at the head of them is so awe-inspiring, it doesn't look like it is leading the monks behind it, but it looks like it is running for its life.
It seems that there are only five Golden Pills of the Blood Evil Sect headed by Xuan Sha.
"Chunjun? Why did the Wanfa Sect get involved?"
"Hey, that's not the yellow hair from Sunset Mountain."
"The old zombie of the Corpse Demon Sect, the Niubi of Qingyun Temple, the bald donkey of Baigu Temple, the lecherous thief of Hehuan Sect..."
"All the spirit beasts from the Yuling Sect are here, so the real master is probably hiding them too."
You won’t know if you don’t look at it, but you will be shocked when you look at it.
Good guy, every Jindan cultivator who comes here is at the late stage or above, and the only two Jindan cultivators at the middle stage are both cultivators from the Wanfa Sect, and there is a steady stream of Eun Guang coming here.
There may be three hundred Golden Core cultivators in the entire Xiaohuang Realm, and there are at most twenty or thirty cultivators in the late Golden Core stage and above, and most of them have already appeared.
Even if there are a few new faces among them, they are still newly promoted in the late Jindan stage.
The ones who come the least are probably the monks from Wanfa Sect.
There are also many grandmasters in the Wanfa Sect, among whom the Jindan late stage accounts for about 20 to 30% of the total number in Xiaohuang Realm. There are only two people present now.
Although Master Yuenyan is recognized as the first person under the Nascent Soul, he has no way to deal with so many great masters.
"Is this...the war starting early?"
"It doesn't look like that."
The figure wrapped in demonic flames was getting closer and closer, and the escaping light was something he had never seen before, with many echelons behind it.
The ones at the front were Master Xuansha holding a spiritual treasure and Master Chunjun of Wanfa Sect, then the other master monks of Xuesha Sect, and behind them were Master Changshui of Wanfa Sect with his junior brothers and sisters.
After that, there are the great masters of each sect.
They were far away and not close to the monks of other sects.
"Master Yuyan, I'm here to keep the appointment!"
Tu Shanjun used his own voice to howl, and also spread out his spiritual consciousness. A trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and the attack from the dragon spear still caused him serious injuries.
The pursuers behind him were chasing him closely. Xuan Sha was actually the pinnacle grand master and he was chasing him with his family's spiritual treasures.
Tu Shanjun now not only has to suppress the demon, but also has to control his body. The mana consumption cannot be replenished, so he can only escape to save his life and let Master Yuyan help.
Hearing the second voice and feeling the familiar consciousness rushing towards him, Master Yuyan above Yangcheng froze on the spot.
"this……"
The visitor's consciousness and voice made Master Yuanyan feel very familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it before.
Looking at the raging demonic flames, he had no friendship with the demonic cultivator.
The only demon cultivators we have any friendship with are from the Hehuan Sect, and the demon cultivators from other sects can only be said to be acquaintances.
Not to mention that this demon flame looks like it is the demon cultivator of the big demon.
"Keep your appointment."
"The appointment of alchemy!"
Two ghost horns soaring into the sky grew from the forehead of the possessed blood element.
Although his face did not change, when Master Yueyan heard about the promise of alchemy and saw the pair of ghost horns, his golden eyes narrowed and he couldn't help but tremble. He slightly raised his palm: "The promise of alchemy...?"
"You are Tu..."
Master Yuyan immediately shut up, and then burst into laughter, his joy beyond words: "I knew it, I knew you wouldn't die that easily!"
At that time, I only saw the body left behind by Tu Shanjun who had used the death-resistant technique.
In fact, he knew a bit about Tushanjun's situation.
Tu Shanjun lived by means similar to seizing a body, so how could he die so easily?
At that time, he felt that Tushanjun would not die so easily.
However, after the news of Tushan Jinghong came, he waited for more than ten years, and there was no news for more than ten years. Master Yuenyan, who was originally a little suspicious, really thought that Tushanjun was dead instead of hiding.
He wanted to leave Xiaohuang Realm with the medicinal materials and go to the Eastern Wilderness Realm to find an alchemist, but he also suffered from the fact that no one was stationed in Yangcheng. After he left Xiaohuang Realm, if he died outside, his inheritance and magic weapons would not be sent back.
Master Yuyan thought about how to rely on his own strength to withstand the thunder calamity and fight to the death.
"did not expect."
"I didn't expect that!"
"Hahaha...haha, the sky will never stop me, Zi Daoxu."
Master Yuyan raised his head and laughed.
He originally thought that he would end up alone in this foreign land, with no chance to return to the Eastern Wilderness for the rest of his life. Unexpectedly, there was no end to the road, and the hope that had long been extinguished was rekindled.
Although I don’t know what kind of relationship the devil has with Zi Daoxu, the old monster Xuan Sha can’t control it that much.
This blow must be the full strength of the ancestor. As long as the demon is nailed with the spirit treasure, the soul flag can fall back into his hands.
"puff."
The blood from the tip of Xuan Sha's tongue turned into blood mist and fell on the terrifying gun head, as if the gun head came to life and exuded terrifying pressure.
Tu Shanjun's consciousness caught Xuansha's movements. He is not afraid of any magic weapon now, but is afraid of Lingbao. Lingbao can tear apart the defense of Zhengang. Although it cannot pierce the soul flag, it can destroy his body.
Without the support of the body, there is no magic power to activate the spiritual treasure.
When he was frightened, his escape speed couldn't help but speed up a bit, and he shook the soul flag with all his strength to cast the True Gang Dharma Shield.
He quickly shouted: "Stop fucking laughing! Help is urgent."
Master Yuyan talked and laughed: "Hey, don't be anxious."
"That old guy has been buried. Even if he controls the spiritual treasure, he won't put your life in danger."
The old thing that Master Yuyan spoke of obviously did not refer to the old monster Xuansha. He did not hold back when he spoke, and the true meaning around him turned into a mighty and scorching heat that swept in all directions.
When the boxing frame was opened, the jade rings on his two thumbs took on their true form, and jade rings appeared on all five fingers, and the jade rings were connected to form fist gloves.
The coercive display of the best magic weapon.
"call."
Master Yuyan let out a long breath, and punched out, the fist's meaning was like the sun, and the sky and the earth were filled with golden light.
"Yang Yan Bao Technique."
The fist was like an arrow, the ultimate power of Yang Yan intertwined with the true meaning and swallowed up the Lingbao Dragon Spear.
boom!
A violent aftermath hit, sweeping away all the surrounding floating clouds and fog, and the vegetation on the ground was shattered into coke and turned into fly ash.
Zi.
A trace of blood flowed from the corner of Master Yuyan's mouth and was evaporated by the hot breath around him. He stood proudly above the formation, glanced at it, and said softly: "The Bone Dragon Binding Spear is well-deserved!"