Chen Hongyue took a pill, closed his eyes slightly and adjusted his breathing. When he opened his eyes, his eyes were as lightning as lightning, fearless.
Tang Shoucai silently retreated to the back of everyone.
"I want to settle not only you, but also the Changsheng Sect. Today, there are all seniors here, so it's not my turn to show my power."
"waste!"
Chen Hongyue sneered disdainfully.
Everyone in the Changsheng Sect also laughed loudly, looked contemptuous, and let out a sigh of anger.
On the other hand, the coalition forces of various sects felt their faces were dull, and the supreme masters even looked dissatisfied with Tang Shoucai.
In front of everyone, he was a hero who was brave and fearless.
Whoever has weakened his aura, who is careful and plays with lewdness, will everyone look down on you and be ashamed to be with you.
Faced with all kinds of strange eyes, Tang Shoucai was calm and calm, and his face remained calm.
I am shameless, you can't do anything to me.
A momentary embarrassment doesn’t mean anything, the winner is the one who laughs to the end.
The life-and-death battle over the past few days has already exhausted both sides' patience, Tang Shoucai advised:
"I think you'd better hand over Zhang Wu, otherwise there would be no grass in Changsheng Sect before dark today!"
"Just you?"
Ji Mochou sneered.
Her qi and blood were declining, and she was in her twilight years. She was unable to cultivate to become a land god, but she still looked like a middle-aged beauty. She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and said:
"I have no immortals in the Changsheng Sect, and there is nothing Zhang Wu. Even if there is one, you, the slave of the deceased sect, don't need to persuade you!"
Upon hearing this, the elder of Tianhuogu glanced at Tang Shoucai, stopped this guy from showing shame again, and said:
"Zhengmaster Ji, it doesn't matter if you say that there are immortals. Let's open the mountain gate and search the mountain. If there is no Zhang Wu, we will retreat immediately."
"Don't think about it!"
Ji Mochou has a firm attitude and is ready to die.
Letting these people go up the mountain is equivalent to putting the bandits into the royal palace, and they will be robbed and you will not be left behind.
But she also knew that the Changsheng Sect was at the end of its strength and had no trump card.
In the past thirty years, the third elder Lu Xinsu passed away, and the second elder died. His core disciple Liang Wenbai was promoted to the supreme master, and Chen Hongyue was also four elders.
It’s just that the peak combat power is not as good as the other party. There is no land god who is the decisive factor at all.
Ji Longxiang followed Zhang Wu's words and has been hard at tempering her body over the years, falling off a hundred feet of cliff without dying. She can break through the mountains with thick skin and thick flesh.
But what's the use?
I have not started practicing qi so far, and I have no cultivation level at all. I can't help with the battle. Instead, I have to find a way to hide him so as not to be erased.
"Grandma, you've seen the wrong person."
Ji Mochou was filled with disappointment. At the beginning, he thought Zhang Wu was unreliable. This was the case.
Now that the territory of the Changsheng Sect has fallen, the sect will be lost, and the inheritance of more than 3,000 years has been burned...
"What a disaster."
Ji Mochou gritted his teeth secretly.
Looking at Zhang Wu's growth process, he worked as a prisoner in the Dakun Dynasty. When Dakun was destroyed, he became the supreme master.
As a law enforcement and punishment officer in Kui Mo Sect, Kui Mo Sect also died. He absorbed Chen Lao Mo's wisdom and became a land god.
When he came to Changsheng Sect to be a protector, the sect did not enjoy the benefits he brought. Instead, he sucked his blood, used all his money, patted his butt and left.
Jiang Tianhe had a good relationship with him, and the Qingxu Sect was about to perish. The situation was no better than that of the Changsheng Sect.
Jiang Mingting has not returned for more than 30 years and has been over 300 years old and will definitely die.
Without Lao Immortal's support, Jiang Wanggu, the only one who can beat him, is dead. How can a group of guys with no power to resist the crowd of wolves eyeing him?
Ji Mochou felt resentment in his heart, but he had to admire Zhang Wu.
Now that Changsheng Sect is about to perish, Qingxu Sect is also about to perish. According to this calculation, this guy is afraid that he will enter the realm of a god on earth.
"The heaven and earth are not kind to treat all things as straw dogs, and Zhang Wu is not kind to treat sentient beings as nutrients."
"Sacrifice everyone to achieve yourself, and wherever you pass, you will be mourned and suck away all your resources, magical powers, spiritual medicines, and wisdom. Only I can rise to the sky, which is in line with the laws of human nature."
Ji Mochou sighed in his heart, and suddenly his heart tightened.
"Isn't this guy staying in the dark again? Are you going to pick peaches?"
She quickly looked around.
At this time, the red sun sets westward, the afterglow is thrown, and the waterfalls on the Changsheng Mountain are dyed red.
There are crowds of people in front of the mountain gate. In front of the steps nearby and on the hillside in the distance, you can see the masters of various sects coming everywhere.
Among the thirteen coalition forces, there were only six supreme masters, all of whom were famous and famous figures. They came together, which made the disciples of the Changsheng Sect breathless.
Suddenly, Ji Mochou's eyes narrowed.
The heroes automatically made way, revealing a burly middle-aged man holding a wide-backed sword. His spirit and momentum fell into the sword, giving people a feeling that it was heavier than the sky and the earth.
"choke--"
The heavy sword cast by Wujin suddenly flicked out, and a harsh buzzing sound inserted into the stone steps of the mountain gate. The gravel splashed, making it terrifying.
"The supreme master is here again!"
Everyone looked up.
"Huo Jianyun?"
"Son of the Land God!"
"Is his father the organizer of the coalition forces of various religions?"
Many disciples of the Changsheng Sect had their eyes trembling and their hearts were cold.
Huo Jianyun was known as the number one supreme master many years ago, and his reputation was even more resonant than Jiang Wanggu's gangster master.
The Yunjian Sect founded by his father Huo Rushen is a top force. Although it was only more than 200 years old, its territory was two-thirds of the Changsheng Sect, covering thousands of miles.
It is conceivable that Huo Rushen's horror has risen to this level in a short period of time.
"Old Demon Chen is terrifying, Huo Rushen is enough to compete with him."
"A hundred-year-old feud is about to come to fruition today."
"Changsheng, I'm afraid I'm satisfied if I can eat a few strands of hair without the portion I'm waiting for."
The supreme masters present are almost two hundred years old and are only coming to join in the fun just after their lifetime. They all know that Huo Rushen and Ji Mingyu have a grudge.
"I heard that when Huo Rushen was eighteen years old, he came to Changsheng Sect to visit with his elders in his family. He luckily met Ji Mingyu who was wandering around. He fell in love at first sight and started a crazy pursuit. He pursued for more than eighty years."
"Yes, I've heard of this, too."
Two old supreme masters whispered to each other:
"Huo Rushen confessed his feelings once a year, but he was rejected. He confessed his love more than 80 times in his life. He sacrificed his life and did not let Ji Mingyu look at him more. He was so affectionate that he touched many young women."
"Later, in order to prove himself, he went down the mountain in anger and established a sect. In just 18 years, he became the supreme master and conquered an ancient country that was renamed Yunjian Sect."
"How did the two turn against each other?"
The other supreme masters also pricked up their ears, the heart of the Eight Trigrams burned, and they peeked through telepathy.
The secrets of great men are always legendary, and Huo Rushen needs them to look up to them. Facing the land gods, these supreme masters are equivalent to ordinary people.
"You really asked the right person about this. I have some friendship with Jiang Qingyun, the third elder of Qingxu Sect. According to his father Jiang Mingting, after Huo Ru Shen Cultivation reached the peak of the supreme master, he suddenly turned from love to hate and vowed to use Ji Mingyu for thousands of swords.
Slashed."
"What's the reason?"
"The reason is..."
The supreme master smiled and said slutty:
"Ji Mingyu confessed to him the secret of rebirth of the shell, and was a man in his previous life!"
"hiss……!!"
"Huo Rushen licked an old man for more than 80 years and loved him for more than 80 years. From his prime and his spirit to his gray hair, he was over 100 years old. Fortunately, the two have never had close contact and have not yet had any intimate contact.
Become a partner, otherwise how disgusting that would be?”
Several supreme masters looked at each other, all of them looked strange, and they were impressed by Huo Rushen.
"If such a great humiliation is not destroyed by the Changsheng Sect, even if the life span is over, the coffin board will not be able to be covered."
"It's extreme."
"We're waiting to get a bargain."
Suddenly, several people sensed that Huo Jianyun's face turned pale, and they covered their mouths and coughed dryly, their faces closed, and their waists were thrusting, and they were upright and arrogant.
The appearance of Huo Jianyun made everyone in the Changsheng Sect very nervous, as if they were facing a great enemy.
Especially his black gold wide-backed sword, the sword body is engraved with many strange dark red grooves, and the evil aura is as if he has drunk the blood of hundreds of people.
"Ji Mingyu is over three hundred years old, so she should be reborn again, right?"
Huo Jianyun looked down on everyone and said indifferently:
"Give you a quarter of an hour to hand him over, otherwise, you will kill the Changsheng Sect!"
"Buzz--"
The wide-backed sword was inexplicably shaken, and a strange and thick sword sound made everyone frightened, as if a huge stone sword mountain was suppressed and human power was irresistible.
Huo Jianyun raised his hand and sucked the big sword. The giant sword that weighed more than a thousand pounds flew up and fell into his palm in an instant. In an instant, an extremely sharp sword energy gushed out.
"Now."
"You wait."
"Catch my sword first!"
He raised his sword to the sky with both hands, and his aura soared into the sky, as if combined with the red sunset above his head, forming a shocking sword pillar that penetrated the red sun.
This sword was just a starting move and accumulating power, which shocked everyone. All the supreme masters were convulsing. Before the sword energy fell, many people were already limp on the ground.
"Boom--"
Thirty feet long blood-colored and thick sword energy cut down the sky, as if to cut the earth on earth and create the world!
No one in the entire Changsheng Sect can handle this sword.
Everyone fought for many days, but their vitality was severely damaged and the oil was gone.
Even Chen Hongyue, who likes to hide his weaknesses, watches his disciples die one by one, with broken limbs and broken arms flying across the earth, and blood and bones stained with red earth, he has to use all his strength to deal with it, and his internal energy is not enough.
After receiving this sword, he would be shocked to become an idiot even if he did not die, and his vitality would never be able to be restored in his life.
"It's over, the Changsheng Sect is over, and the mountain gate will be destroyed."
The elder of Tianhuo Valley was frightened, as if he had seen the scene of the Changsheng Sect being razed to the ground.
Huo Jianyun's strength is beyond imagination and far beyond the scope of the supreme master. He is invincible at the same level. A strong man who has just entered the land must give him seven points of color when facing him.
Behind several supreme masters, Tang Shoucai turned the big ring on his middle finger with a greasy face, and a smile appeared on his face.
"Destroy."
"Boom--!"
The explosion of the sky and the earth swept across all directions with the surging waves of air. The blood-colored sword energy that exploded was visible ten miles away, making people unable to open their eyes.
"Is it finished?"
Tang Shoucai put down his fat hands that blocked his vision, looked at him intently, and suddenly lost his voice.
Everyone in the Changsheng Sect was fine, and the mountain gate was not knocked down by the sword energy. Instead, Huo Jianyun's neck was bleeding, and he looked at the big sword that fell to the ground, and his face was full of disbelief.
A straw futon destroyed his wide-back sword and cut it into two pieces, then cut it into his neck, almost cutting off his head.
But the futon was unharmed.
He felt it very clearly. Just at the critical moment, a lightning-like figure flew out angrily and threw out this ordinary cushion.
Time returns to an hour ago.
Ji Longxiang, who is nearly forty years old, still looks like an ungrown child, with a baby face and looks like an eighteen-year-old.
Seeing that the Changsheng Sect was about to be unable to defend it, he became anxious and hurriedly took Jiang Siyou down the cliff and came to the Water Curtain Cave.
"I dig, I dig, I dig."
He tried his best to dig the place where Zhang Wu meditated with his hands, which was also a place where he had meditated for more than 200 years. The ground was sunk apart, and Zhang Wu sat in the ground. It was as heavy as a mountain and could not be stingy at all.
come out.
He could only dig the rock ground on the edge of the futon first, and then pick it up.
Jiang Siyou also dug with her hands, but she used all her strength to her nails and couldn't even pick up even a little powder. She said anxiously:
"Longxiang, let's go quickly. The Sect Master asked you to escape when you see something wrong. This water curtain cave is not safe."
Ji Longxiang didn't reply, but just slid it with his hands.
"I dig, I dig, I..."
His hands seemed to have magical powers, and the rocky land was extremely hard, and under his hands, it looked like tofu.
Soon, he picked up the cushion and smiled.
Jiang Siyou was stunned.
The cushion covered a hole in the ground, and there were many strange small bottles, colorful, and a wide belt, a golden armor suit, a cold and powerful crossbow and arrow, more than ten flying knives, poisonous needles, fragrance...
All kinds of messy things.
"Who said that if I don't practice, I will not have combat power?"
Ji Longxiang hummed unhappily, took out all the things, and began to arm herself immediately.
Jiang Siyou felt that his mind was not enough.
She guessed that there should be poison in the small bottle, but she didn't think that this kind of thing could bring down the supreme master.
Besides, the coalition forces of various sects are coming in full force, with at least tens of thousands of masters surrounding the foot of Changsheng Mountain. If you poison a few people, you will not be able to reverse the situation at all.
Ji Longxiang dressed up her equipment, picked up the cushion and ordered:
"Sister Siyou, you will take this cushion to the foot of the mountain to help Amu and the others. If you encounter a strong man who can't beat, throw the cushion out, which should be delayed for a while."
"this……"
Jiang Siyou hesitated and took the grass futon and said worriedly:
"Don't be impulsive, Longxiang, you are the last hope of the Changsheng Sect. If you have an accident, the disciples who sacrifice their lives for the sect will lose their meaning."
"Sister Siyou, don't worry, I'm responsible, it's nothing great if there are too many people on the other side."
Ji Longxiang suddenly became particularly serious, as if her second personality emerged. With the protection of the waterfall, she began to climb down the cliff.
"In the words of Master, poor people rely on mutation, and rich people rely on technology. Facing the poisonous fog and smoke that can kill all, as long as you are cruel, one person and one hundred thousand people are all grass mustards, and there is no difference."