Zhang Cong looked at the old man expressionlessly and asked: "Is this the strength of your Yuwen family? Or have all your masters been sent to Wanjintang?"
The old man took a few deep breaths and said: "We are the only monks left in the village. The ones with high level of cultivation have long been kicked out by Wanjin Hall. If you want to fight, just do it. Just think of us as taking the responsibility for Yuwen's descendants."
There are consequences for breaking the precepts.”
Zhang Cong looked at a dozen monks with ashen faces and kept shaking his head: "Okay, you are not interested in killing me like this. If you don't want to annihilate the clan, call back all your Nascent Souls immediately. If
If we meet the monks of the Yuwen family again, then there will be no need to keep this wooden village."
After Zhang Cong finished speaking, he turned around and walked out. Qin Yu also lost interest and followed Zhang Cong out of the swamp.
Zhang Cong and the others have no interest in attacking a group of Golden Pill and Foundation-Building monks, not to mention that there is a village of mortals behind them.
After leaving Yulin Canyon, Zhang Cong looked at Ming Gong: "This time only Wanjintang is left. I wonder if we are going to pick Jin's family or Wanjintang?"
Ming Gong thought for a moment and said: "The Jin family is a thousand-year-old house in the royal city. Except for the direct relatives of the Jin family, not even the relatives live there. It doesn't mean much to choose whether to choose or not.
The Wanjin Hall occupies the Chengtian Peak of Yanshan Mountain and has built a large number of jingshe buildings. The layout is no different from that of a large sect. Almost all the monks of the Jin family are on Chengtian Peak. Of course, the Jin Dao Sect is also
I have been in seclusion on Chengtian Peak for a hundred years and have not been able to leave."
Zhang Cong nodded: "Then let's go to Chengtian Peak. During this period, so many people died because of Wanjintang. This debt should be settled with Jin Daozong. There is no need to involve other forces. After Wanjintang is disintegrated, Yan
The rivers and lakes in the state will be quiet."
Ming Gong nodded and took the lead to walk south. The Yanshan Mountains were right on the edge of the royal city.
Yanshan is regarded as the highest peak in the Northland, and it is also a watershed between the Northland and the Central Plains. Once you pass Yanshan, you will reach the Central Plains a short distance away. The customs and customs are completely different from those in the Northland.
Chengtian Peak is the second largest peak in Yanshan Mountain. Although it is not the highest, it is well-known in the North for its danger, beauty and wonder. And now it is even more famous for Wanjintang on Chengtian Peak.
Zhang Cong and the other five no longer hid their cultivation at all. When they arrived at the foot of Chengtian Peak, they walked up the stone steps. The five astonishing auras actually made the monks in Wanjin Hall dare not approach at a distance, leaving Zhang Cong alone.
They walked halfway up the mountain.
Halfway up the mountainside shrouded in mist, there is a huge open space, which is probably the Wanjin Hall's martial arts performance ground. A dozen Nascent Soul monks in brocade robes are standing quietly in the open space.
Sure enough, they all still had golden musical instruments, golden chimes, golden dials, golden gongs, suonas, golden flutes, and even golden pipas. A total of eighteen monks in the late Nascent Soul stage were able to form a small band.
Seeing Zhang Cong and others coming over, the leader, a monk holding a golden drum, said: "Linzhou is really talented. A few people can turn Yanzhou upside down. Since they are coming for my Jin family, they are here to come to my Wanjin Hall."
It will stand on Chengtian Peak for hundreds of years and will not move."
Zhang Cong curled his lips and said: "Noisy, a bunch of people who are just playing tricks and singing little songs, how come there are so many scenes? Come up with your New Year's greeting songs from Jin Dao Religion. If you sing them well, you will be rewarded."
The Yuanying old man raised his eyebrows, pressed the drum head with his big hand, and shouted: "Listen carefully, I will give you a song called Da Tong Po." Before he finished speaking, a drum sounded, the sound of the piano rang loudly, and the bells and chimes chimed together, and a wave of
A tragic atmosphere suddenly enveloped the entire martial arts arena.
The hero died before he left the army, and the long-awaited hero burst into tears. The mountainside, which was still filled with mist, suddenly turned into an ancient battlefield with scattered flags and corpses everywhere. An old horse was riding an old horse, and a gun-wielding man with arrows stuck in his body
In the military academy, they were prancing on horseback and looking at the sunset in the distance.
Suddenly the war drums sounded, and countless piercing sounds brought out a loud roar. Before Zhang Cong and the others could react, an overwhelming rain of arrows poured down from the sky, causing the five people to panic.
Originally, the five of them were standing and watching the excitement, but unexpectedly, they were actually included in the fighting group.
Qin Yu raised his eyebrows and immediately released the Yin soldiers and the divine servants. At this moment, there was a rumble of horse hoofbeats, and the ground could feel a tremor. Zhang Cong looked up and saw that it was dark under the sunset.
The cavalry actually ran towards them and pressed against them.
Although they knew that this was all an illusion, what Zhang Cong and the other five felt was extremely real. In the blink of an eye, two hundred black rock soldiers were overwhelmed by the cavalry. The black iron gun swept across and the blood they picked up splashed on Zhang Cong.
The strong smell of blood on his body was just like during the battle in Jinsha Valley.
In addition to Zhang Cong, even Qin Yu had already rushed into the military formation and started fighting. The sound of war drums encouraged more sergeants to join the battle. Compared with the vast ocean-like tide of soldiers, Zhang Cong and the five of them were simply
As small as a leaf, it was swallowed up by the army at a glance.
This is not an illusion, it is a formation. Even if you kill someone in the illusion formation, someone may actually be killed by you, which is why it is so realistic.
Zhang Cong observed the changes in the surrounding environment, the endless army, the broken corpses everywhere, the banging war drums, and the noisy music of the piano. The only thing that remained unchanged here was the setting sun, which still hung horizontally in the sky.
Zhang Cong cracked his lips, smiled and shook his head. Suddenly, a thick sword roared out like a golden dragon, directly slashing towards the setting sun in the sky.
Hearing a pop, like a defeated enemy, everything in front of him disappeared. The sword gang struck by Zhang Cong not only shattered a golden drum, but also split the Nascent Soul holding the drum into two halves. The formation immediately collapsed.
Broken.
Without Qin Yu's command, thirty-six divine servants immediately surrounded the stunned band, and the two hundred Yin soldiers also surrounded the seventeen brocade-robed monks. These monks from Wanjin Hall wanted to play music again.
, there is no chance anymore.
"What a tragic and desolate song about the defeat of the great commander. In fact, your Wanjintang could make a living by singing songs, so why do you have to stir up trouble in the world? In the end, not only will you lose your reputation, but it may also lead to death. Is this what your Jin family wants?
?”
Before Zhang Cong finished speaking, he heard a chuckle coming from the top of the mountain: "Young friends have arrived at Chengtian Peak, but you still can't understand what this is? What kind of country, country, family, flesh and blood, family ties are just fleeting, what can be done?
Is it comparable to the Road to Immortality? If you are interested, you might as well come to the Immortal Platform to get together, put aside the worldly affairs, and have a cup of tea and discuss Taoism, what do you think?"
Zhang Cong waved his sleeves and laughed loudly: "It's a good tea discussion. I want to see if this Master of Wanjin Hall is really an expert in foreign affairs?"
After saying this, a golden light flew up to the top of the mountain. Qin Yu didn't even bother to stop the Yin soldiers and quickly followed them. Lu Wuying and Yin Shan had no choice but to stay behind to deal with the aftermath.
What Zhang Cong didn't expect was that there wasn't even a single room on the top of Chengtian Peak. Next to a blue rock that reached into the clouds, there were several powerful ancient cypresses. Under the mist-shrouded canopy, there was a small stone.
There were tables and several stone benches, and a middle-aged man in brocade clothes stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Zhang Cong with a smile.
Before Zhang Cong could say anything, a purple light flashed around him, and Qin Yu followed.
The man clapped his hands and said with a smile: "No wonder I can't let go of the world of mortals. I only envy mandarin ducks and not immortals." Zhang Cong smiled faintly: "The person opposite me must be a senior from Jin Daozong. Do you know why I am waiting for you to come to Chengtian Peak?
?”
Jin Daozong waved his sleeves: "It's just because Wanjintang occupied your mines in Liuzhou. Now if you want it, you can take it from Yanzhou. These have no meaning to me now. You will know soon.
It means nothing to you and your little girlfriend."
Zhang Cong frowned and asked, "What do you mean? Just a month ago, Wanjintang was at war with Linzhou. How come it suddenly doesn't matter anymore?"
Jin Daozong invited Zhang Cong and two people to sit down and said with a smile: "I haven't been to the Immortal Platform for a hundred years. How can I care about these things? It's all done by a bunch of elders below. After all, they are just common people, and their vision is still there.
My own toes are of no use."
Zhang Cong asked doubtfully: "If you don't take action with me, this Wanjintang will collapse. By then I will reorganize the world of Linzhou and Yanzhou, and the Jin family will never be as prosperous as before."
Jin Daozong laughed loudly: "If you like it, go ahead and do it. Only when you discover the secret that you shouldn't have discovered will you laugh at how stupid you are."
Qin Yu looked at Zhang Cong and Jin Daozong, feeling a little confused: "Master Jin Hall, why can't I understand what you said? You have been running Wanjin Hall for more than a hundred years, and you have not hesitated to offend the world's cultivators for this, but why now?
If you are willing to abandon it, what stimulation have you received?"
Jin Daozong sighed: "I was wrong. I was wrong from the beginning. I always thought that the difficulty in becoming a baby in the North was due to lack of resources, so I took the risk of offending cultivators all over the world and searched for spiritual stones and misappropriated resources. In fact,
I just want the monks from Yanzhou to be strong and dominate the North. Although this idea is narrow, can you guarantee that the monks from other states will not have a sense of region?
But as I gained a deeper understanding of Shengxian Pond and Dengxian Platform, I completely understood the significance of our existence in the North, and even the entire Donglong Continent. In fact, we are just a bunch of defective products, rags that have been discarded by others."
Zhang Cong was stunned, and his eyes immediately turned serious when he looked at Jin Daozong.
Jin Daozong poured tea for the two of them, and then said: "I searched for secret treasures in the North. Although there are many places that I have not discovered, but from the places I found, I concluded that they have one thing in common, that is, almost all of them are abandoned tombs.
.
Immortal Tombs, Soldier Tombs, and Beast Tombs. Since the war between gods and demons thousands of years ago was so fiercely contested here, why is there no decent inheritance except these abandoned tombs and tombs now? You two are young and may not know,
But I’ve lived for more than three hundred years, and I haven’t heard of anything about becoming an ascension for nearly a thousand years. Don’t you think it’s strange?”
Zhang Cong's heart sank. Jin Daozong's words are not unreasonable. Aren't the several secret realms in Zhang Cong's hands just abandoned tombs? Not only have the divine bones not returned to heaven, but even the divine weapons are scattered in the mortal world. There is an occasional place.
This is understandable, but many places have been discovered in Yan and Lin states, which is very strange.
