People jumped out from behind the door one after another. They were all wearing blue clothes. Their clothes were noble and mysterious, which was different from this era. The appearance of both men and women was outstanding. Their postures were tall and straight, as bright as the bright moon hanging in the sky.
, an unattainable magnanimity.
They all wore orchid laurel pendants covering their foreheads. Under the forehead rings, a faint golden bud could be seen between their eyebrows.
Gorgeous boots with gold moiré and jade belts around their waists. Their simplicity does not hide their nobility. Whether it is their clothes or their demeanor, they all reveal that they are extremely respectable people.
The leader among them is a young man with wide and flowing sleeves. He is dressed in white and has dark hair tied with a tall jade crown. His face is profound and slightly carefree, and an ancient blue jade sword hangs from his waist.
Although the white robe on his body looks simple, his clothes and shoes can be seen to be sophisticated and expensive. Compared with the group of noble boys and girls behind him, his demeanor is even more extraordinary.
Under the sky and the tide, this young man looks quite handsome with his sword-shaped eyebrows and thin lips.
Looking at the cracked silver door, the man's brows darkened slightly, although his temperament was more calm than that of the group of young men and women who stood up.
But seeing this scene, anger still burned in his eyes.
His face was dim and unpredictable, his dark eyes looked at Balian, and he said in a stern voice: "Who are you?! How dare you destroy the Silver Gate privately!"
Baili quietly observed the leading man, who looked like a dragon and a phoenix, and had a natural nature.
Moreover, the golden color between his brows was the deepest among the group, and the aura of immortality that filled his body was also very similar to that of His Majesty the Emperor in Shifang City who suffered the pain of being cut to pieces with thousands of swords.
Presumably, among these descendants of the Beichen Fuyuan Immortal Clan, he is the one with the purest bloodline.
Looking at the respectful and respectful attitude of the people behind him, it is not difficult to see that this person has a superior status among them.
Now that things have come to this, Balian is too lazy to make excuses with this group of people. He glances at the man and says, "You are the descendants of the Beichen Immortal Clan."
It's not a question, but an affirmative statement.
As soon as these words came out, a look of panic suddenly appeared on the faces of the young boys and girls who were originally so high-spirited.
According to the wishes of Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan, the war between immortals and demons will never end.
In ancient times, there was a world of demons entrenched in one world, and the demon kings of all ages watched it with eager eyes.
There are even generals who fell into demons and formed a faction of their own, tearing apart space with their hands and creating an eternal kingdom of darkness.
The immortal clan has a mission and has been fighting to the death with blood since ancient times.
As the sons of their father and emperor, they shoulder the responsibilities unquestionably, but under the protection of the Immortal Lord, they have been hiding in the Silver Gate.
The price for seeking stability is not to mention Beichen Fuyuan's name in front of outsiders.
Now that I was born, the first person I met revealed their identity in the first words...
They had been living in the Baiyin Gate for a long time and had long ignored the affairs of the six realms in the outside world, so they suddenly became panicked.
Is it possible that in this eternal time and space, the six realms have changed owners and new emperors have been replaced, and their Fuyuan lineage is no longer allowed to enjoy immortality?
The young man at the head frowned, but he was not as panicked as the people behind him.
He obviously has great prestige among the crowd. With a faint glance, everyone suddenly became quiet and stood behind him in a dignified manner, not daring to show any signs of losing their composure.
Faced with Balian's words, the young man did not pretend to be cryptic, but instead admitted it openly.
"Yes, I am Jiang Huan, a descendant of Beichen's Fuyuan Immortal Lineage."
He nodded slightly, his eyes were not arrogant and conceited: "Who are you from, and why can you open the Silver Gate? You also know that privately destroying the Silver Gate is a serious crime!"
Bailian didn't say a word, he just summoned the Tiance Junshan Sword and struck another blow towards the Baiyin Gate.
The roar of the Black Tortoise was heart-breaking, and the cracks on the door spread even wider.
"How dare you!" Jiang Huan's face turned green when he saw this. He drew out the ancient blue jade sword from his waist and pointed it at Bai Lian from afar.
Seeing him draw his sword, a group of boys and girls behind him also drew their swords angrily in response, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
The Silver Gate was hit, and the world inside the gate apparently began to experience landslides and tsunamis, making the world unstable.
The Xians wearing white robes flew out of the world in panic one after another, their faces angry and ugly, but also confused about the development of unknown events.
They have survived for hundreds of thousands of years in a world like a utopia, where there is no disease, war, or death.
They don't even need to practice diligently, and the road to eternal life of ease and happiness is at their fingertips.
For so many years, the world inside the Silver Gate has always been peaceful for them, and even bad weather is very rare.
Today's sudden change really caught them off guard.
Bai Lian raised his eyes and looked at this group of Beichen Immortals who were all nourished by the holy aura of heaven and earth in the Silver Sect.
Each one of them has smooth brows, smooth muscles and jade bones, as if they were made from heaven. The pure energy contained in each hair is no less than a top-quality spiritual stone.
Even the descendants of the Beichen Immortal Clan, with their diluted bloodline, cannot be like this. Everyone's physical constitution is like that of a chosen one.
It can be seen that the blessings that the Silver Gate has brought to them cannot be inferred based on common sense.
But even so, this group of people's bloodline talents are extraordinary, and everyone's bone age is basically more than ten thousand years old.
The leader who claimed to be Jiang Huan had a strong bloodline that was rare in the world. Even Su Jing and Yin Baishuang, who were conferred the title of Third Son of Heaven by the Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan, could not compare with him.
He also looks very young in appearance, but his bone age is impressively fifty thousand years old.
Excellent bone bloodline, long bone age, but his cultivation level is not worthy of the ninth level of soul-stealing enlightenment.
The group of boys and girls behind him looked extremely young, but their bone ages were all over ten thousand years.
Most of their cultivation levels are in the Takumi or Spirit-bearing realm.
There are a few people who look a little older and more mature in appearance, but their bone age is over 100,000 years, but their cultivation level is only on par with Jiang Huan.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Only a very few Beichen Xian clan, whose bone age can compete with Jinxian Fengxu, has just entered the threshold of the Heshen realm.
It's simply an incredible phenomenon.
There are laws of cultivation in the world. The lifespan of any monk who has passed through the realm of soul-killing enlightenment will not last more than a thousand years.
The lifespan of a monk who has transcended the two realms of tribulation and combined the realm of gods can reach up to two thousand years.
But the cultivation level of this group of people is far from matching the years they have lived.
Facing Jiang Huan's angry sword slash at him, even though his spiritual power was astonishing, it stirred up thousands of waves on the sea.
But in the eyes of Bai Lian, who had just experienced a life-and-death battle with Jinxian Fengxu.
This sword has no follow-up power. It only shows the intention to fight but not the intention to kill. At a glance, it is obvious that it is just a show of force on paper. Only someone with no combat experience can make such a sword full of loopholes.
Without even raising his eyelids, Bailian struck out with a bolt of lightning. Jiang Huanru's tidal sword power suddenly collapsed like a receding tide, and he let out a miserable cry.
After all, Balian had a good temper and did not break his personal sword.
The blue jade sword was knocked away, and Jiang Huan was tied tightly by lightning. His body was instantly paralyzed and he was unable to move.
When the elders of the Beichen Xian clan saw that Jiang Huan was captured so easily, they knew they were in trouble.
Among the crowd in white clothes, a strong man in the Heshen Realm with the longest bone age and the deepest cultivation level gave a deep shout.
His spiritual power exploded into thousands of waves, his arms struck each other, a hurricane entangled his arms, and a thunderous sound erupted.
The moment both fists came out together, a series of profound light patterns of the fists flooded out. In an instant, it was like the sky was opening and the mountains were falling, and the rivers were flowing back to the sea.
Opening and closing the stance, the two fists turned into majestic dragon energy, controlling the momentum of wind and thunder, roaring majestically.
He was extremely ruthless as soon as he made a move, and he was bound to kill Bailian here.
All the immortal clans screamed in shock, as if they didn't understand why Elder Miao Wei didn't ask about the reason and identity, but killed him as soon as he took action.
The pressure as vast as the sea forced everyone to fall back hundreds of meters. Although they were doubtful, they could feel the anger of Elder Miao Wei, and no one dared to speak easily and interrupt.
Although the fists in the Heshen realm may seem amazing and terrifying, but they have not experienced real fighting, they are just superficial.
Balian has now completely condensed his own corpse beads.
In terms of physical body, a punch from the Heshen realm that was cultivated in Utopia in this way was just a blow on the body, but it was just a breeze blowing on the hills, unable to shake the slightest foundation.
He stood there without moving a step, his body just tilted forward slightly.
Then he was like a ray of moonlight penetrating the glass-colored world, and his figure did not stop at all under the burning fist of the terrifying dragon energy.
Bailian appeared in front of the elder like a black snake, his body movements were not stained by dust, and he softly pushed out with four or two strokes of his palm, and with a snap, he hit Elder Miao Wei's fists.
Bailian's body leaned forward in a wider arc, so that the shoulder blades on his thin back were clearly bulging through the wet clothes.
The lean body's muscles are tense and contracted under the soaked clothes, giving it a very powerful beauty.
The moment his palms and fists touched each other, an invisible and transparent energy burst out from Balian's tightened back, and his five cold and slender fingers suddenly tightened.
Elder Miao Wei's body shook, and he felt an indescribable feeling of drowning.
His face suddenly turned pale, and a roar suddenly erupted from deep within his body. The six spiritual power nodes between his arms exploded one by one, bursting out a terrifying spiritual power cyclone, twisting and twisting his arms like twists and turns.
He screamed, his arms collapsed miserably, and he flew backwards very far, and his body hit the sea hard, as if he hit the solid ground.
His body was bouncing up and down on the sea surface like a pebble floating in water, and it finally stopped after hitting dozens of splashes.
Above the sea, a group of disciples of the Beichen Immortal Sect looked at the young man standing in the wind as if looking at a monster, and for a moment they forgot to breathe.
Jiang Huan, who had looked arrogant and unruly not long ago, looked at the crazy scene in front of him with a cold look on his face.
Elder Miao Wei, the most powerful member of the Beichen clan and the one he was most proud of, was actually severely wounded and thrown into the sea by a young man whose bone age seemed to be no more than two hundred years old in a single encounter?
Ancestor Jiang Huan entered the Silver Gate with the remaining immortal tribe during the war between immortals and demons, when all the immortals and gods fell.
In that barren and barren era, the path of immortality was in decline, and there were very few practitioners who could awaken their spiritual roots and practice, let alone become immortals in a single sitting.
It is a great blessing for them to be able to enter the Silver Gate and be nourished by the power of the Silver Gate.
He spent 50,000 years through tribulations and condensed his immortal body, which is already a symbol of great glory.
But what kind of vicissitudes has this world gone through? As soon as I go out into the world, I encounter such a powerful and unreasonable monster.
Jiang Huan calmed down and was sure that this person must be an evil cultivator.
Only evil cultivators can take shortcuts to quickly improve their cultivation by relying on evil techniques that are forbidden in the world and despised by everyone.
Their methods are strange, greedy and cruel.
I don’t know where this boy got the news about the Silver Gate, but he actually knew that he would find him in the northwest sea on the day of the solar eclipse.
I am afraid that I have some treacherous greed and want to take over the Silver Sect as my own!
Jiang Huan looked at Bailian with an unkind look, subconsciously regarding this person as an enemy who wanted to invade his hometown, and his eyes were extremely cold:
"Since ancient times, there have been countless evil cultivators who have coveted the power of the forbidden Nine Sects, but their final fate cannot escape the word 'Heavenly Punishment'. What you did today is really not very wise."
Balian laughed and said: "It's just that you have lived in the world inside the gate for hundreds of thousands of years because of the honor of your ancestors' death in battle, so you naturally feel that this silver gate belongs to you?
Even if the Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan is here, he would not dare to say such words."
Jiang Huan said angrily: "I, the Beichen clan, received orders from the Holy Will and guarded the Silver Gate here. I was just fulfilling my own duties and missions, and I thought I was worthy of heaven and earth.
Fu Yuan's name cannot be questioned and tarnished by a young person like you."
Hearing this, the smile at the corner of Balian's mouth deepened, mixed with a touch of sarcasm, as he looked at Jiang Huan who was speaking decisively.
He tilted his head and chuckled: "What a pure and powerful sense of responsibility and mission.
But as far as I know, the Fuyuan clan is born with the power of pure breath, and your mission is not to protect the Silver Gate."
Jiang Huan's face changed drastically, and he looked at Bailian with a complex look full of vigilance. He lost his voice and said, "How do you know the power of the pure breath of my Fuyuan clan? You... who are you?"
Originally, Balian was still a bit hesitant about what he was going to do today.
But now that I saw Jiang Huan's reaction, I knew in my heart that these descendants of the Fuyuan clan were not ignorant of their abilities and missions.
They have passed down Fu Yuan's unique strength and talent from generation to generation.
But even so, they still chose the comfortable path of immortality arranged for them by Immortal Lord Zhu Zhan.
They enjoy peace in the world behind the gate without the baptism of war. Because they can live forever, they have a lot of time to waste.
Eternity is the norm for them, so there is no need to persist in practice. Even if they spend leisurely fishing and making tea all day long, they don't have to worry about life, old age, illness and death in the future.
Even if they spend 50,000 years to overcome the tribulation, they will not be punished by any heavenly tribulation and thunder, and can easily cross the threshold between heaven and man.
He was even complacent and proud of it, thinking that it would take fifty thousand years to survive the catastrophe and become an immortal, which was an extremely difficult task worth overcoming.
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