There are five halls and seventy-three peaks in the inner gate of Taixuan.
In the past thousand years, the execution hall has been very popular, but it has not been popular among the inner sect.
It's just because the current leader of the Xingtang Hall is too domineering and powerful, and he reaches out everywhere to take advantage of his power. He has eyes and ears all over Taixuan Sect, and has repeatedly intervened in many power changes in the peak.
The incident between Li Xuanzhen and Ren Zai is actually just a microcosm of the overall situation.
Now, the conflict has reached a point where it is about to break out.
Therefore, the head of the Punishment Hall decided to take action first and kill all those who dared to oppose him.
As for the head of Taixuan Sect, whether Taixuanzi will intervene, the possibility is about zero.
The disciples and disciples who started the sect with Tai Xuanzi back then, and those who have lived the longest have been dead for thousands of years. To be honest, no one in the Taixuan Sect today has a real friendship with Tai Xuanzi.
And Taixuanzi himself has not appeared in Taixuanmen for thousands of years.
Under this situation, as long as the basic structure of Taixuan Sect itself is not destroyed, no matter how chaotic the mainland is, Taixuanzi will not interfere.
The basic foundation of Taixuanmen... isn't it Taixuanzi himself?
Rumble...!
The electric arc spread in the clouds, and the dense black clouds seemed to be crushing the eternal Taixuan Mountain Gate.
The angry thunder above the nine heavens was absorbed by the golden talisman.
But a barrier formed by a golden talisman blocked the entire Taixuan Sect.
Miraculous power hovers above the heads of all Taixuan Sect disciples.
At this moment, faced with world-destroying power and pressure, people can suddenly wake up.
It turns out that compared with such great power, the so-called political intrigues, interests, conspiracies and tricks are all bullshit.
Absolute power can easily crush everything.
Under the mighty power of Heaven, they could only crawl on the ground, feeling powerless.
Lin Xi felt a little powerless at this moment.
No matter how complete his plan is, there are always more changes than planned, and people are caught off guard.
Glancing at Tru Men who was so close, Lin Xi had no doubt that if things got to the most dangerous point, he might break the agreement with Lu Sheng and the others, kill Tru Men directly, take out the Horcrux, and ask the Lord of Kuangshi City for help.
In the small courtyard, the people from the program team who came from southern Xinjiang were still talking quietly at first.
But as black clouds pressed down on the city, the constant footsteps and screams on the streets, and the number of figures passing by in the sky became fewer and fewer, and the smell of blood blowing in the air became stronger and stronger, and everyone stopped.
dialogue.
Overall, southern Xinjiang is relatively peaceful.
Even if there is killing and fighting, they are all covered up under the calm surface.
Many of them have never experienced such naked killings, civil strife, bloody destruction and battles without any warmth.
Bang bang bang!
The formation protecting the small courtyard shook wildly.
It seems that there are aftermaths of the battle that keep sweeping over.
The commanders of several sects hurriedly took out their talismans and waved them into the protective formation to strengthen the defense.
After a while, the sound of killing seemed to have completely subsided.
The thunder in the sky became more dull and rapid.
The flashing electric light shone on everyone's face, showing a pale color.
Except for the sound of thunder, everything was silent.
Twenty minutes later, with Ouyang Mingjing's permission, a staff member from the program team quietly came out of the formation, gingerly opened the door of the small courtyard, and looked outside.
Then he sat down on the ground, kicked his feet up, and moved back.
This staff member is a monk at the pinnacle of foundation building. Of course... due to the social environment, he has never experienced real combat, and he doesn't even know combat skills. He only practices light, shadow, and vision.
Spells.
Even so, his reaction at this moment is really a bit sorry for his cultivation level.
After Lin Xi asked Ouyang Mingjing for instructions, she walked slowly to the door.
Several photographers have already reacted, carrying their own machines and taking pictures.
The thick blood mist outside the door has enveloped the entire outer mountain city.
The corpses that no one had restrained were lying on the street, cold and bloody, in any corner.
Yesterday's prosperity seemed to have been blown into last night's dream along with the strong wind, and then dissipated in the wind along with the dream, as if it never really existed.
Crack!
An arc of electricity penetrated the protective formation of Taixuanmen and hit the five-story attic in the distance.
The raging fire began to spread rapidly.
Suddenly, Lin Xi's expression changed drastically.
He hurriedly closed the door and pulled back the two photographers who were following him.
Above the sky, something penetrated the thick clouds and seemed to be poking out.
Fireball!
It was a huge, meteorite-like fireball.
The large number of fireballs even tore apart Taixuanmen's mountain guard formation and the arc barrier formed by the golden talisman.
Someone has used the forbidden law that must not be used within the mountain gate.
This kind of large-scale destructive and lethal spell is actually of little use in a one-on-one head-on battle.
However, its purpose is not originally for fighting.
It's used to lift tables.
When the fireball hits.
The sound of thunder became more rapid.
The arcs of electricity connected together to form chains, and the chains turned into giant nets.
The huge power grid caught most of the fireball.
But some of them still smashed into the undulating Taixuan Gate.
For a moment, the sky shook and the earth shook, as if the entire mountain was about to overturn and collapse.
Everything seen with the naked eye was destroyed under this extremely destructive fireball.
The formation protection put up by everyone in the Southern Xinjiang program group made a crunching sound as it was rubbed, as if it might be completely shattered at any time.
The division commanders from all factions tried their best and did not dare to hold anything back.
Other practitioners, under the mobilization of the 'leader', each used their own strength to join in the defense of the formation, providing a little bit of strength.
Everyone works together to overcome the difficulties.
Boom!
The ground collapsed, and except for everything within the defense formation, everything around him was turning into ashes.
When the dust dispersed, all that could be seen in the lightning bolts was ruins.
"We are all from the same sect, is it necessary to fight like this? Is there anything we can't sit down and negotiate to resolve?" In the ruins covered by the formation, a disciple participating in the show couldn't help but whisper.
There was still trembling in his voice.
He is afraid.
"This is... Hokuriku!" the master beside him said in a complicated tone. Compared with his disciples, these great monks who had traveled around the world in their early years were much more 'respectable'. Although their faces were equally ugly, at least they were
···I would not express my worries and fears so directly and obviously.
Southern Xinjiang and Northern Xinjiang have two completely different development models.
If not, there is a real immortal boss supporting it.
Based on the differences between the following low-level disciples, Southern Xinjiang will lag behind Northern Xinjiang by a large margin. It is even possible that wars of aggression have been started countless times.
How much of the so-called prosperity of Southern Xinjiang will be crushed by the iron blood and ferocity of the monks of Northern Xinjiang.
Those superficial prosperity, for practitioners... do they have any real benefits?
Bustling cities, endless TV series, movies, variety shows, all kinds of theoretical luxuries, and waste that actually have no spiritual value... these are just a pacifier that makes people feel comfortable with the status quo and cannot see the reality.
They consume the ambitions of most ordinary people, allowing those ordinary practitioners who do not have more cultivation resources and cannot rise to a higher level to be content with the status quo and honestly serve and work for a small group of people at the upper level.
.
Even if you are ambitious and ambitious, you will run in the wrong direction.
In comparison, Hokuriku's style seems very primitive and simple.
However, contradictions are exposed in the sun. Those who are ambitious, have ideas, and are unwilling to be ordinary can at least have a right direction to fight hard.
In southern Xinjiang, perhaps a person's life-long dream is a wrong dead end from the beginning, just a casual joke made by the 'big shots'.
They allow it to flourish, but at some point, they can completely ban it and eliminate the dreams of countless people.
Destroy everything.
It's like thunder striking the wind and lightning shattering dreams.
When the wind blows, everything is like smoke and there is nothing.
Tick tock...!
Tick tock...!
The humid air was mixed with bean-like raindrops, falling sparsely.
Then with a gust of wind, the originally sparse raindrops became dense and rapid.
Heavy rain enveloped the mountains and rivers, cleaning away the raised dust and the smell of blood in the air. The fire spreading among the mountains was contained. Perhaps this was the mercy of heaven?
However, the killing that was exposed and publicized under the rain curtain still bloomed with strange blood flowers.
Innocent or not-innocent people still died in this heavy rain.
Everyone in the program team stood awkwardly and innocently in the rain, holding on to the shaky formation protection and looking around in surprise. Almost everyone felt cold all over.
In the distance, from time to time, strong magical light erupted.
People with good eyesight can still see monks from the Taixuan Sect fighting to the death among the distant mountains.
Their mutual conquests were fierce and vicious.
A monk with pus all over his body and covered with strange sores was using his fangs that had grown inexplicably to pierce the head of a fellow monk.
The sword cultivator wielding the light of the sword, his body covered with poisonous needles, killed an old monk who had already lost all his limbs with every step he took.
On the imaginary Dharma platform made of volleys, several Dharma practitioners waved flags and continued to cast curses on the surrounding monks. However, their own bodies shriveled up again and again, and several backlashes broke out at the same time.
"No one cares?"
"If this continues, the entire Taixuan Sect will collapse!" In the program group, a young and handsome disciple who was fashionably dressed and had recently attracted countless fans due to his good looks couldn't help but say with trembling calves.
"how could be?"
"Since resources are limited and disciples need to be selected from the best, wouldn't such a civil strife be a great opportunity to reduce the burden?" Lin Xi's words were cold and cold, making people shudder.
This may be 'demonstration to deceive the public', but it is not the truth.
However, many people inexplicably heard it in their hearts and exuded a negative emotion called fear.
Thunder shattered their fragile pride.
The heavy rain dropped the cruelty of this world into their hearts that were originally full of innocence and dreams.