At this moment, in front of the altar in the center of the ancient fairy city.
Mo Wangchen was covered in cold sweat and couldn't help but uttered a curse word.
At that moment, he felt the breath of death for the first time.
If he hadn't reacted in time just now and used the Immortal Sutra to break through the pressure, I'm afraid that this incarnation of divine will would have died under the palm of Holy Lord Wind and Thunder.
Looking back now, it still makes him feel frightened!
After all, the opponent is a powerful person in the fairyland. If he really kills his spiritual incarnation, his body will inevitably suffer heavy damage.
He felt a chill all over his body and a feeling of escaping from death. That moment just now was too dangerous.
"Wind and Thunder Killing Order?"
After taking a deep breath, Mo Wangchen came back to his senses and looked at the other party from a distance.
After the words fell, he snorted coldly. Recalling the moment just now, he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. The divine bow appeared in his hand, stretched into a full moon, and shot an arrow towards the Holy Lord of Wind and Thunder.
Arrows flew across the sky, glowing with supreme brilliance, and the sound of breaking wind echoed throughout the ancient fairy city.
Everyone was dumbfounded. Facing a supreme power at the level of a Holy Lord, Mo Wangchen actually dared to take action?
"Heaven and earth, I will kill all the younger generation disciples of your Fenglei Valley until they die!"
The moment the arrow flew out, Mo Wangchen spoke, and his voice echoed and reached everyone's ears.
Then, he paid no attention to anything else, turned around, stepped into the altar, and completely disappeared into the Ancient Immortal Realm.
"How arrogant! Facing a figure of the Holy Lord level, Mo Wangchen actually dares to shout like this!"
"Oh my god, is he really going to fight with Fenglei Valley to the end? That is the Holy Lord, the most powerful person in the world. Isn't this son's ambition too big?"
Everyone's faces were stunned. Recalling what Mo Wangchen said before leaving, they couldn't help but feel a little confused.
"snort!"
In mid-air, the Holy Lord of Wind and Thunder stood with his hands behind his back and snorted coldly. The arrows that were shot towards him exploded and dissipated.
He looked at the direction where Mo Wangchen disappeared, his eyes sparkling. This time, he was really irritated.
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Ask the Immortal Sect, Lingdong Peak.
Mo Wangchen woke up with his eyes closed and let out a long breath.
He stood up from where he was and said, "Is this the Holy Master? It's really terrifying!"
After walking out of the room, Mo Wangchen walked forward and walked down the Lingdong Peak.
The entire Taoist Immortal Sect is extremely large. In addition to the seven main peaks, there are many places within the sect where most of the disciples gather to talk.
Mo Wangchen walked through the sect's path and finally came to a square.
It is now noon, the bright sun is in the sky, but it has already entered autumn, and the sunshine is not strong. Many people are gathered in the square, talking to each other.
Mo Wangchen's arrival did not attract much attention. After all, although many people had heard of his name, they had never met him.
"Tianling Pavilion..."
Soon, Mo Wangchen's eyes were locked in a certain direction, where there was an ancient hall, with the words "Tianling Pavilion" written on the door.
"I wonder what kind of Taoism is inside?"
With this thought in his mind, he raised his feet and walked in the direction of Tianling Pavilion.
In Tianling Pavilion today, there are only a few figures walking back and forth, all of them are disciples from various peaks and veins, looking for something here.
Mo Wangchen walked into it and looked around. Although Tianling Pavilion was not big, it was not too small.
There are many rubbles standing on the ground in the pavilion. At first glance, it looks like a ruins.
But soon Mo Wangchen discovered that there were some weird patterns carved on those rocks, each of which was different from the other.
"Are these the so-called Taoist teachings..."
Different from what he knew in the past, all the Taoist techniques and techniques within the Taoist Immortal Sect were not recorded in books, but were all engraved in these rocks.
If you understand those special lines, it is equivalent to success in cultivation.
Buzz!
He came to the front of a piece of rubble, raised his hand and slowly stroked it over the lines. The originally dull lines now glowed with a faint golden light.
"Great Sun Brightness Skill..."
The golden light on the lines extended out and manifested into a row of small characters, floating in front of Mo Wangchen's eyes.
This is the name of the Taoism recorded in this pattern, and its brief introduction.
"This is not a martial arts method, but a cultivation technique, which is of no use to me."
Mo Wangchen shook his head and then walked to another boulder.
"Nine Palaces Diagram..."
This is a formation technique, and the introduction seems quite mysterious, but Mo Wangchen has no interest in it.
He walked past several other boulders one by one, but could not find the Tao that made his heart move.
"Ask for the Immortal Seal?"
Suddenly, in front of a certain boulder, Mo Wangchen stopped and discovered a special Taoist martial art.
"Ten thousand years ago, I asked the seven peaks and performed the seven true secrets..."
"This is actually a Taoism that was jointly performed and studied by the seven great masters of a certain generation?"
After reading the introduction to the Taoist Immortal Seal, Mo Wangchen's face was slightly stunned.
The seven real people perform together. They are seven powerful people who have reached the Immortal Sutra. How powerful will the Taoism they perform together be?
I didn’t expect that such a thing would exist in Tianling Pavilion?
"Is it fake?"
Mo Wangchen frowned. No matter how he thought about it, he thought it was a little impossible. Such Taoist teachings must be extremely precious. How could they be placed here for all disciples to understand?
"There is no need to question the authenticity of this seal. Since it exists here, it is naturally authentic."
Just as Mo Wangchen was puzzled, a faint voice suddenly came from the corner where he was standing.
Mo Wangchen was shocked. He had not sensed the presence of someone in that direction before. He turned around and found an old man sitting cross-legged there. He was an old man with white beard and hair. The old man was slowly waking up from his closed eyes.
Come.
If the other party hadn't made a sound, Mo Wangchen would never have been able to sense its existence.
This made Mo Wangchen even more shaken in his heart. Even with his holy level perception, he could not detect it. It can be seen that the old man's cultivation is so deep that he has also reached the fairyland?
"Senior is..."
Out of curiosity, Mo Wangchen asked.
Asking about the seven peaks, he had already seen all the great masters when he crossed the Bi'an Bridge, and the old man in front of him was obviously not one of them.
Instead, he asked other powerful figures from the Immortal Sect!
"You can call me Beixuan Immortal Lord, or Elder Beixuan. Now I am in charge of Tianling Pavilion here."
The old man had a slight smile on his face and then spoke softly.
"Beixuan Immortal Lord?!"
Hearing these words, Mo Wangchen was shocked in his heart. No wonder the other party gave him an unfathomable feeling.
At the beginning, he had asked Qin Hao and others about some things about the Immortal Sect.
Among them, the person Beixuan Xianzun was mentioned.
This is an absolute big shot in the Taoist Immortal Sect. He was once a person who was qualified to compete with the contemporary Holy Lord for the position of Holy Lord.
But later, he was defeated and lost the qualification to become the Holy Lord. Unexpectedly, he was guarding Tianling Pavilion here.