Chapter 677 Fulongting! (Thanks to the leader lzmu)
Standing on the top of a group of mountains, in a stretch of endless wilderness, eight thousand miles apart, the two people seemed to have seen each other under the influence of invisible energy.
boom!
The huge shrine erupted with a long-lasting beep, and the sound was so loud that the masters who were living in tents in front of and behind the shrine woke up one after another.
In the main hall, ink mist was billowing like a tide, and silhouettes could be seen standing or sitting, all looking out of the main hall.
"This is?"
There are many masters who can gain a foothold outside the Seven Kills Palace. Although they didn't notice anything unusual when looking at them, they could vaguely smell something different from the ordinary.
"Who could make the old demon react like this?"
The moment this thought flashed through everyone's minds, it seemed like there was an answer.
When that name emerged in their hearts, invisible pressure made them unable to breathe.
Most of them are from within the customs, and many of them are wanted persons. What's more, they were forced to escape by this person.
This uneasiness reached its peak when he saw densely packed monk soldiers climbing up the mountain.
"Zhang Xuanba."
In the main hall, the old demon lowered his eyes:
"So impatient, have you broken through that barrier, or..."
He tapped the handrail lightly, and for a moment, he looked outside the hall and saw a woman with a graceful figure and a beautiful face, dressed in tulle, walking slowly in the strong wind.
"Yan Fengqin!"
The woman's arrival immediately attracted everyone's attention. Some people recognized her identity and couldn't help but feel their hearts skip a beat.
There are not many famous women in the world, and only a few are famous for their martial arts. Ninety percent of the people on the Splendid Mountains and Rivers list are men, and the remaining 10% are mostly in Lianshengjiao.
Yan Fengqin is one of them.
Among the nine great elders of the contemporary Liansheng Sect, this person has the most famous name and the most ruthless methods. He has been captured by the Six Sects and Jin Yiwei for many years, but he is still at large.
"Junior Yan Fengqin, please pay your respects to the Master of the Seven Kills Palace."
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Yan Fengqin walked to the front of the main hall, bowed slightly, and gave a very respectful salute.
"Yan Fengqin?"
In the main hall, the old demon raised his eyes:
"Are you the only one coming to your sect?"
"Going back to the palace master, due to the uprising in Ding'an Dao, the church is quite busy. Several elders have no time to spare. Only the juniors led the team..."
Yan Fengqin paused slightly and smiled:
"However, the master of the palace has unparalleled magical powers and has invited heroes from all over the world to gather together. Why would he care about the meager strength of my religion? I am here just to pay my respects..."
"Ha~"
The old demon chuckled and looked at the slightly embarrassed Dark Moon Dharma King:
"What are you doing?"
"The young monk returned with a broken sword. He was ashamed of his Taoist brother Black Mountain."
He only said that the old monk who was climbing the mountain was already ashamed, but fortunately his face was so dark and wrinkled that he couldn't see clearly.
"The Dharma King has not fought against anyone for many years, and occasional defeats are inevitable. However, several martial saints from the Ming Dynasty, including Mu Qingliu, seem to be absent from Baizhou..."
The old demon has something to say.
Dark Moon Dharma King's face turned red. He knew that the old demon was mocking him, but he could not get angry. He could only clasp his hands and remain silent.
He didn't answer, and none of the monk soldiers who followed him dared to speak, leaving the onlookers confused.
"That's all, the Dharma King will leave on his own."
The old demon glanced at him coldly, but he didn't say anything more, but his heart felt a little colder.
With the power of one temple to rule a country, the four members of the Eternal Temple, including Li Yuan, are not ordinary people. The defeat of Dark Moon Dharma King can't help but make him feel a little disturbed.
Three thousand years of great fortune have passed, and at this time of great change, it is time to change the offensive and defensive situation...
Outside the main hall, Dark Moon Dharma King turned around silently, and everyone retreated. Only Yan Fengqin stood there. When everyone dispersed, she bowed slightly again.
The old monk seemed to be aware of it. Looking back, he saw her lips moving slightly but making no sound. It was obviously a sound transmission. His heart moved slightly, but he still retreated.
Yan Fengqin walked into the dim hall a moment later.
Not long after, a black tide surged up, but even he couldn't see the scene clearly. He could only smell a faint scent that made his heart tremble.
"is her……"
Dark Moon Dharma King's heart trembled, he gathered his thoughts and turned around to leave.
In the temple, looking at Yan Fengqin who was bowing in front of him, the old demon frowned deeply. After a long time, he sighed rarely:
"I can't believe that this day has come so quickly..."
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The sun rises in the east, spreading its light.
At the foot of Dayan Mountain, Feng Wushuang came with a cloud of dust and dust. She didn't like flying on an eagle very much. She didn't touch the ground for several months and was not in good spirits.
Of course, returning to Dayan Mountain is the biggest reason why she is in a good mood.
If possible, she would never want to come to this ghost place in her life, but...
"Could that person named Li be the illegitimate son of this old witch? I've never seen her treat people so well. She even gave her two personal magic weapons as gifts..."
Someone muttered and was immediately warned.
"Yuan Zhaodi, if you continue to speak so openly, I'm afraid all my sisters will be killed by you!"
Feng Wushuang's brows stood up, and the former was so frightened that he immediately shut up.
"Don't underestimate Li Chuang. He didn't show off before he gained power. But after he gained power, he really has a bit of a tyrannical character. Be careful when dealing with him in the future."
After reprimand comes admonishment.
After working together for several years, she naturally looked down on Li Chuang at the beginning and thought his martial arts skills were mediocre. But as things got worse, she gradually discovered how powerful he was.
In just a few years, it has managed to attract masters from various regions, and there is a faint tendency to integrate forces.
"That's what senior sister said."
Everyone agreed one after another, but Feng Wushuang sighed in his heart, knowing that they didn't take it to heart at all.
call!
At a certain moment, Feng Wushuang suddenly stopped, glanced out of the corner of his eye, and took out a silk scarf from a bush somewhere.
"Sister, the old witch called me to go into the mountain. I'm so afraid of her, I'm so scared, so scared..."
There is only one sentence on the silk scarf, which seems to be written in blood. It has faded a lot at this moment. It is obvious that a long time has passed.
"Yingli'er..."
Feng Wushuang's expression darkened, and all the women following her also wept silently.
"Sister..."
Yuan Zhaodi looked sad and worried:
"The old witch urgently called me to come, could it be..."
"Shut up!"
Feng Wushuang glanced at her, and in a deep voice told everyone to wait here, while he gathered his thoughts and walked into Dayan Mountain.
In the small courtyard, which is like spring all year round, the flowers and plants are luxuriant. The seemingly kind old woman took care of the flowers and plants tirelessly. She just put down her work when she heard the footsteps.
A kind smile, like an old woman waiting for her granddaughter to return:
"Wushuang is here? I've been away for a long time, why don't you come back to see me? I really miss grandma..."
"Ding'an Road is really too far..."
With a stiff smile, Feng Wushuang had no choice but to lower his head and report, feeling extremely disgusted in his heart.
"Alas, the journey is too long and the traveling back and forth is too much. However, in a few days, I won't be bothered by the long journey."
The old woman smiled and asked about the progress of her Taoist practice.
Feng Wushuang did not dare to be negligent and told him truthfully, but he also pretended not to understand what he meant and asked why.
"It has been more than three thousand years since the tide began, and the time has finally come. Soon, the 'Soaring Cloud Technique' taught to you by grandma will no longer need to be set up in an altar, nor will it be limited by the altar."
As she spoke, the old woman paused slightly:
"On your way back and forth, didn't you realize that there was a strong evil spirit? Didn't you hear that evil spirits cannibalize people in many places?"
"Evil ghosts eat people?"
Feng Wushuang was shocked.
She had heard some of it, but she didn't take it to heart and just regarded it as a rumor spread by that person.
But when these words were spoken from the mouth of the person in front of me, it was completely different.
The changes in the sky and the rising tide that have been said for thousands of years are actually coming?
"In recent years, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth has become much stronger. The trees that grandma has planted for many years are finally bearing fruit..."
Feng Wushuang's peripheral vision swept across the field of flowers and grass, and there was a small tree three feet high. At this moment, it was already bearing fruits as red as blood.
"This red fruit, also known as the 'Qi and Blood Treasure', may not bloom once in a hundred years in the past, but now, it will bear fruit in only thirty years."
The old woman’s smile continued:
"Grandma calls you back this time because she wants you to go out for me and get some medicine to do the final watering..."
Feng Wushuang was frightened, but he still responded bravely:
"What, what medicine is not found in the teachings and needs to be found elsewhere?"
"Haha~"
The old woman smiled and spoke.
After hearing the voice transmission, Feng Wushuang's face suddenly turned pale.
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Woo~
The cold wind blew across the snowy field, and the copper bell on the old horse's neck kept ringing.
At the moment when invisible energy filled the air, Yang Yu felt his eyebrows were hot and he couldn't help but look up.
At this moment, he felt a desolate, ancient, and chaotic aura rushing towards his face. In a trance, he seemed to see a huge statue standing on the top of the mountain.
"Qi and spirit gather together, and the country rests together. This old demon is sure that the artifact will move north!"
Playing with a dull relic, Zhang Xuanba withdrew his gaze.
"Fulongting?"
Yang Yu's heart moved and he took the opportunity to ask.
"Not bad at all, but after all, it's a very tiring and cumbersome method."
Zhang Xuanba nodded:
"Martial arts practice, at its root, is nothing more than the three words 'jingqishen', but these three words, when broken down, are so vast that it is difficult to build your own boat to cross the world without borrowing external things."
Yang Prison listened quietly.
Zhang Xuanba is somewhat of a good teacher, and he has benefited a lot along the way.
"Actually, the path to immortality is pretty much the same. The so-called four steps to becoming an immortal are just under the guise of rituals and the fruits of the digestive path are used for one's own use."
Zhang Xuanba said casually:
"The poor scholar, the rich and the martial emperor sought immortality and sought great power for themselves. This was never something ordinary people could afford. Fu Longting, to say the least, was just a matter of borrowing the fortune of the country to seek his own way."
"This old demon supports Sirius, so outside the barrier, his aura is better than many inside the pass..."
Yang Yu was thoughtful.
It is not difficult to understand. He is on the northwest path, and even without mentioning the book of life and death, he can still sense the hidden benefits. According to luck, there are some benefits after all.