Master Yuming narrowed his eyes, looking at the white-haired middle-aged man in front of him, he was shocked.
"Who is this person? Why did he appear? I didn't notice the slightest breath. I am a Sanxian who has survived seven catastrophes. Looking at this Kunlun Wonderland, how could there be such a peerless master? The skill of the Venerable Golden Sword is only as good as I am similar, who is this person?"
Reverend Yuming was a little disturbed. In fact, he knew the deeds of Xiaoyao Sanren, but he did not connect the person in front of him with Xiaoyao Sanren. After all, he had only heard the story of Xiaoyao Sanren when he was just practicing. Just heard it!
Moreover, he had never seen the real person of Xiaoyao Sanren, and he never thought that Xiaoyao Sanren could survive eight catastrophes alone by practicing alone, and now it is only about five years before the ninth Sanxian catastrophe.
Xiaoyao Sanren seldom leaves his residence. When Daoist Yuming and Venerable Golden Sword just started practicing, Xiaoyao Sanren was already a Sanxian and began to live in seclusion. When Venerable Jinjian was still a boy, he happened to meet Xiaoyao Sanren once. It's normal for Master Yuming not to meet Xiaoyao Sanren.
As for the state of mind, the state of mind of Xiaoyao Sanren is so high today that it can even be regarded as the early stage of the first glimpse of the immortal, even a little higher than Xiang Yu. Even if Daluo Jinxian came, he would never be able to detect the breath of Xiaoyao Sanren.
The levels of masters in the fairy world are divided into: Tianxian, Luotianshangxian, Daluojinxian, Jiutianxuanxian, Xianjun, and Xiandi. Da Luo Jinxian came here, and he was more than one level lower than Xiaoyao Sanren. One can imagine the perversion of Xiaoyao Sanren's mental state and cultivation base.
If Daoist Yuming could detect the breath of Xiaoyao Sanren, it would be a big strange thing. In front of Xiaoyao Sanren, Daoist Yuming's state of mind cultivation can be ignored.
"Didn't you hear what I said?" Xiaoyao Sanren sneered, a monsoon-like monsoon crazily hit Daoist Yuming, and only oppressed Yuming Daoist, the other Shangqing Palace disciples did not have the slightest influence, Xiaoyao Sanren didn't even bother to deal with it Those juniors.
Immediately Master Yuming's heart trembled, it was too powerful! The opponent's mental cultivation base is too strong!
"Senior, who is the adopted son you are talking about? How could I bully the elder's adopted son?" Yuming immediately said respectfully, he couldn't even feel the other party's breath, and the other party's slight aura could shake his body Mind, this alone makes him a little scary.
Xiaoyao Sanren sneered and said: "No bullying? Li Yang, come here!" Said Xiaoyao Sanren waved to Li Yang.
Li Yang looked at Zeng Sheng and the others with a sneer, and walked to Xiaoyao Sanren in a few steps.
At this time, nearly ten thousand immortal cultivators all over the sky were stunned. Who is this white-haired middle-aged man who suddenly appeared? It seemed that when Master Yuming met him, he was as trembling as a mouse meeting a cat.
But they're sure of it.
This white-haired middle-aged man must be a master, and he is a super master whose skill surpasses that of real Yuming, otherwise, how could he make the extremely domineering elder of Shangqing Palace so respectful
"I think this white-haired middle-aged master should be a certain immortal in the fairy world who was bored and went down to play in the lower realm. This real Yuming is too arrogant, and the immortal can't stand it. Come and teach him a lesson." The young man said that this young man is the cultivator of the God Thief in Kunlun Wonderland.
"Junior Brother, what you said is not impossible. Well, maybe this master is the father of Daoist Yuming. Seeing that his son is too arrogant, he came to teach his own son." Another disciple of the Thief next door The thief said with a smile.
…
Countless cultivators in the sky are guessing the true identity of the white-haired middle-aged man. Although some people have seen Xiaoyao Sanren before, they still don't know the true identity of Xiaoyao Sanren.
"Senior, is this thief of the Xingji Sect... Li Yang, a disciple of the Xingji Sect, is the adopted son of the senior?" Daoist Yuming asked in disbelief.
Xiaoyao Sanren nodded with a sneer.
Li Yang looked at Reverend Yuming, and said, "Reverend Yuming, from the very beginning, when Zeng Yan, the son of Zeng Sheng, came to snatch my Nymphomaniac seven-color flower, I told him that I am the righteous man of Xiaoyao Sanren." Son, what a pity, your Elder Yuanming still doesn’t believe it.”
Li Yang's voice was very loud, and all of the nearly ten thousand cultivators around him were not ordinary people, so they could all hear clearly.
"Fellow Daoist Li Yang of Xingjizong is telling the truth. He did say this at the beginning, but Elder Yuanming of Shangqing Palace laughed at Fellow Daoist Li Yang and said he was lying. In this regard, nearly a thousand of our comrades in Tianyun Formation back then You can testify!" A cultivator who had stayed in the Tianyun Formation said loudly.
Immediately, nearly a thousand practitioners who had previously stayed in the sky cloud array loudly proved that what Li Yang said was true.
Daoist Yuming was stunned for a moment, not because the voices of nearly a thousand cultivators were stunned, but because he heard Li Yang announce the name of "Xiaoyao Sanren".
"Xiaoyao Sanren? He turned out to be Xiaoyao Sanren?" Master Yuming finally knew who the mysterious person in front of him was.
"If he is a real free and unrestrained person, then he should have survived eight catastrophes, and his skill is only a little higher than mine. Moreover, he will definitely not be able to obtain the flying sword of the fairy level by himself. In this way, His strength should not be much stronger than mine."
Reverend Yuming thought so in his heart, at the beginning he didn't know the details about Xiaoyao Sanren, the mysterious and unfathomable things were the most frightening, now that Master Yuming calculated the true strength of Xiaoyao Sanren, he didn't worry about it.
"Hmph, isn't it just a shortfall of Sanxian Tianjie? I have the top secret technique of the Shangqing Palace "Sword Mirage", and I may not be able to beat him!" Daoist Yuming began to have confidence in his heart.
But at this time, the other party has the Venerable Golden Sword, and the Venerable Golden Sword has the Immortal Sword Xiangjin, so Daoist Yuming dare not be too arrogant.
"Yuan Ming, come here!" Master Yuming called Yuan Ming over, "Yuan Ming, is what Li Yang said is true?"
A trace of cold sweat oozes from Yuanming's forehead.
When he first heard Li Yang say that Xiaoyao Sanren had waited for thousands of years, but left three days before the seven-color flower of the Animus Spirit reached its completion, he thought it was unrealistic, so he decided that Li Yang was lying. Of course, there was also a reason why they wanted to get the seven-color flower of the Animus spirit.
"Great Elder, at that time, at that time..."
"I asked you if it was true, you just need to answer yes or no!" Master Yuming raised his white eyebrows and said coldly.
Yuan Ming lowered his head and sighed, "Yes!"
Master Yuming immediately cupped his hands slightly to Xiaoyao Sanren and said: "Senior Xiaoyao Sanren, I am really sorry, it seems that this matter is my fault in Shangqing Palace, I apologize again to senior and little friend Li Yang, I hope senior and little friend forgive me."
"No more? Just apologize?" Li Yang sneered, it seemed that the real Yuming was quite crazy, he came to steal people's things, and he was anticlimactic, and now an apology seems to be the end of it.
Master Yuming stood up straight and looked at Li Yang, but didn't say a word.
In the eyes of Master Yuming, it is already a great deal of face for him to apologize in public, not to mention that the current Xiaoyao Sanren is not enough to scare him in his heart, isn't it just another catastrophe? My skill is equivalent to the middle stage of Luo Tian Shangxian, and Xiaoyao Sanren's skill is only in the late stage of Luo Tian Shangxian, not much higher than myself. As for weapon skills, I am in Shangqing Palace, and I am definitely stronger than Xiaoyao Sanren.
"Yuming, listen to me, you Shangqing Palace fought in the place where my Xiaoyao Immortal Mansion is, do you see what the valley has done to you? You smashed my valley, and an apology is over. You are too respectful You are on your own!" Xiaoyao Sanren looked at Daoist Yuming coldly.
Indeed, after the series of battles and the battle of the super masters just now, the original valley was in chaos, and the flowers and plants were all destroyed.
Reverend Yuming was very uncomfortable being looked at by Xiaoyao Sanren's cold eyes, raised his white eyebrows slightly, and said, "What do you want?" At this time, Yuming Master Yuming has changed from "senior" to "you" when addressing Xiaoyao Sanren.
"The Secret Recipe of Killing Thunder!"
Xiaoyao Sanren said lightly.
Xiaoyao Sanren has been in the Kunlun Wonderland for so many years. Although he doesn't go out often, he still knows a little about the general situation. The reason why the Shangqing Palace is so powerful is due to the contribution of Killing Lei. The masters of the tribulation stage and the Dacheng stage dare not underestimate them.
"no!"
A loud shout sounded from the end of the sky, and Palace Master Fengxin of Shangqing Palace led ten loose immortals, three elders and hundreds of disciples through the air.
Such a powerful strength immediately made the onlookers gasp.
Just now six Sanxians and Daoist Yuming came over, and now there are ten Sanxians, how many Sanxians are there in Shangqing Palace
This is the essence of Dapai.
Venerable Golden Sword of the Shushan Sword Sect sneered. In terms of Sanxian, the Shushan Sword Sect was no less than the Shangqing Palace. He could see clearly that the Shangqing Palace was here to show its strength and prestige this time.
"The secret recipe for Murdering Thunder was developed by my seniors in Shangqing Palace, how can it be passed on to outsiders!" Palace Master Fengxin shouted coldly, and Yuan Ming immediately sent a voice transmission to Palace Master Fengxin, explaining the current form. Palace Master Shi Fengxin may not know the situation yet!
When Master Yuming saw the ten Sanxians who had come, he was overjoyed.
"Hmph, with the addition of Pingshan and the other five, it is still possible to gather twelve loose immortals. Xiaoyao Sanren? Let me see how strong you are?" Master Yuming immediately sent a voice transmission to the loose immortals, and arranged everything.
Xiaoyao Sanren suddenly let out a cold snort.
"Yu Ming, you boy, give me an answer, give it or not!"
Reverend Yuming blushed. He is a Sanxian who has practiced for nearly 8,000 years, and he is actually called a boy, but compared with Xiaoyao Sanren, who has practiced for nearly 10,000 years, he is indeed much younger.
"The secret recipe of Killing Thunder is a treasure, and it must not be passed on to the outside world." Master Yuming said coldly.
Li Yang laughed, and Venerable Golden Sword also laughed.
This real Yuming seems to have a great support, and he has become tough.
"Hmph. Since you don't give me the secret recipe for killing thunder, don't blame me for being ruthless!" Xiaoyao Sanren sneered, "I will give you time to fight back. If you have any skills, just let the horse come over, or I will catch you, don't Blame me for not giving you a chance!"
Xiaoyao Sanren is very confident, or confident.
"This is your courting death, set up the formation!" Daoist Yuming shouted.
The twelve Sanxians who had been arranged by the sound transmission flashed, and immediately surrounded Xiaoyao Sanren.
"Let you have a taste of the top formation in the fairy world—the Heavenly Killing Formation of the Twelve Capitals!" Daoist Yuming was very confident. The skill of the person who just arranged this formation is at least a celestial being, and twelve people are needed. The power is so powerful that it is absolutely terrifying.
Xiaoyao Sanren glanced at the twelve people around him, and suddenly sighed sadly: "It's been almost nine thousand years, and there has been no group battle for nine thousand years. The feeling of dealing with hundreds of people that time is still so sentimental. , you can also use it a little bit!"
Master Yuming's face changed, he remembered that Xiaoyao Sanren is best at group battles.
Suddenly, Master Yuming comforted himself: "Who knows what was going on back then? How many people knew about what happened nine thousand years ago? Maybe it was rumored, not to mention that this "Twelve Capitals Heavenly Killing Formation" It's a great formation in the fairy world, how can he break it!"
suddenly-
The long hair of the free and unrestrained people flutters—
"Huh~~~"
cool breeze,
dusty,
the world is dark,
The sword light is now!
A terrifying, sad, and extremely frenzied mental power is as real as it is, and it hits——
A peerless killer move that combines nothingness, sadness, spiritual power and sword light—
The sorrow of the sword!
That terrifying power suddenly appeared like a storm, and then swept across the world in an instant with a destructive attitude—
As if the world is collapsing, space is collapsing, and the end of the world is coming—
"boom!"
A terrifying energy bombarded!
After a long time, a long time, a long time later, the dust slowly fell to the ground, and the wind gradually calmed down. All the cultivators were like a blind man who had just regained his light and saw the world in front of him clearly again. At this time, the world had returned to its former tranquility.
only-
"Yu Ming, what is the power of my sword's sad evil?" Xiaoyao Sanren smiled and looked at the real Yuming who had just recovered his mind. It was a breeze.
Xiaoyao Sanren also didn't expect that his sword's sorrowful sword would be so powerful. Since he cultivated Sanxian, he hasn't used this move much. According to his understanding, the stronger the energy of the mind, the stronger the shock to others.
But now Xiaoyao Sanren's mental state has just glimpsed the realm of the fairy king, even the Venerable Golden Sword and the real Yuming are in front of him, and there is no comparison at all.
Reverend Yuming stared at him suddenly: "They, what about them? Where are the twelve loose immortals?" Reverend Yuming found out in horror that the aura of the twelve loose immortals who had just set up the formation had disappeared, and he felt bad. A hunch, but he couldn't believe it, that was most of the power of Shangqing Palace.
Xiaoyao Sanren said with a light smile: "If you lose your soul, take it as punishment for your arrogance and me just now!" The tone of Xiaoyao Sanren was very flat, as if killing twelve Sanxians was like crushing twelve flies.
"By the way, the secret recipe for killing thunder—" Xiaoyao Sanren looked at Master Yuming with a bright smile.