The spirit of killing in the field is renewed, and the battle is about to break out!
The cultivators below really feel that it is a feast for the eyes. In the previous battle, one person, one demon and one ghost all showed impressive strength. Lu Fengxian, the heir of the Taishang Taoist tradition, has already made all the cultivators feel relaxed and happy when watching the battle. Now, all the five sons of Daxueshan have appeared In addition, Lu Fengxian, the descendant of the Taishang Taoist tradition, Li Changyuan, the head disciple of the Zhanxie Tower in the 12th floor of Baiyujing, Fairy Hongsui from the true biography of Danxianglou, and even Huo Zhenren, who has his own Taoist lineage under the age of three hundred, and so on, Once this is done, each one will show their unique skills, when will it be wonderful...
"The sword spirit, I'm going to decide..."
Master Huo's eyes were all set, and he fixed his eyes on the five sons of Daxue Mountain.
He didn't know who had the sword embryos of different species, he just thought that all of them had them, and he made up his mind to grab one!
After all, the sword embryo is an ancient flying sword technique, which can warm and nourish the sword spirit, and the sword spirit has the effect of killing thunder and calamity. That is to say, for Yuan Ying, this kind of sword spirit is simply a priceless treasure, and If these people don't die in the Devil's Abyss, then forming a Nascent Soul is a matter of every possibility. The only thing that needs to be considered is how to go to the next level after forming a Nascent Soul until the catastrophe is over. Because of this, the sword spirit also has endless temptations for them. Even if they fall into human filth, they will be sure to grab it today...
"boom!"
Headed by Master Huo, his mana roared, and when he was about to make a move, suddenly, a clear cough came from his ear.
It sounded like an aging old man coughing softly, but it was clearly in their ears, as if thunder suddenly struck, shaking people's hearts, one by one dissipated their mana very quickly, and stared blankly. Looking over on the white jade platform...
With just a clear cough, the only ones who can make them unable to condense their magic power are the current saints!
Sure enough, in the blurred figure of Bai Yutai, the saint said softly: "I think you are just a group of children, there are some conflicts, and you can just solve them casually, but why are you so ignorant, it is clear that the Tianjiao of the Demon State has already entered the Demon State Yuan, is crazily plundering the area of millions of miles of Demon Abyss, setting up a large defensive formation, every point of delay, you lose a point of opportunity, now you don't want to quickly enter the Demon Abyss, to compete for the opportunities and opportunities that belong to you Good fortune, but to fight among themselves over something, is it just to make people laugh?"
The saint's voice was not loud, and he didn't even intend to blame, but all the juniors bowed their heads at the same time, not daring to speak.
Where the saints are, no junior dares to go against their wishes.
Although there are no immortals in the world, there are nine saints close to immortals!
The nine saints in the legend are not inferior to the existence of immortals!
Right now, the reason why Li Changyuan and others dared to come out ahead of the crowd was also because the sages would not interfere with the affairs of the younger generation. After all, they signed the Nine Heavens Alliance with their own hands, and in this agreement, no one above the Yuanying realm was allowed The monks of the older generation meddle in the affairs of the world randomly, but for the monks of the younger generation, they not only ignore their struggle, but secretly encourage them. The more fierce the struggle, the more in line with the wishes of the saints.
Furthermore, at their level, in order to prevent the change of karmic luck, they will not intervene in the disputes of some juniors. The level is too high and the influence is too great. Perhaps their words and attitudes will kill a person who is going to fight. Rising geniuses will further affect the future catastrophe, so they will only be happy to watch from the sidelines in the disputes of some juniors...
Before that, when Lu Feng first wanted to hunt down the Great Golden Crow, and fought fiercely against Han Ying, Li Ying, and the Golden Crow, the sage didn't say a word, and if it proved that his attitude was indifferent, neither would Li Changyuan and others. The psychological burden intervened, but they didn't expect that at this moment, the sage suddenly opened his mouth, and there was a hint of reproach in his words, but they couldn't help feeling nervous, and immediately apologized.
"You don't have to worry, the old man didn't want to pay attention to the affairs among you juniors. The reason why he tried to persuade you was because he didn't want to see you make mistakes. It is a kind of fairy fate. If you enter the Demon Abyss and grab the territory, who knows what kind of mysterious good fortune will be waiting for you when the mysterious coffin falls from the sky. Why are you here, fighting over such a small thing? Go on and on, or even lose both sides? There are advantages and disadvantages, you can decide for yourself!"
The sage spoke again, chuckled, and looked away, and the pressure in the field vanished invisible.
"Follow the teachings of the saints!"
Li Changyuan, Hongsui and Huo Zhenren all bowed down and saluted.
Although the saint is only dissuading, but since he opened his mouth, it is the holy words, which undoubtedly set the tone for this battle of Moyuan. With Moyuan fighting for good fortune, can the sword spirits on these Daxueshan disciples be let go or not? , otherwise, if the sage finds out...
"Senior, this junior has something to say!"
No one expected that when the sage opened his mouth and everything was quiet, Lu Feng suddenly took a step forward, prostrated himself to the end, and spoke loudly. This bold act immediately attracted the attention of all the people, with a look of surprise on his face. Even the sage on the white jade platform was a little curious, turned his head to look at him, and thought to himself, how dare this junior dare to contradict himself? This courage is not bad...
Lu Fengxian met the saint's gaze, and said loudly: "This junior dare not disobey the saint's law, but there is one point that needs to be clarified. This junior is not here to compete with these Daxueshan disciples for the sword spirit, but to follow my Supreme Master A certain senior in the orthodoxy pointed out that I want to get back the secret scriptures of my supreme orthodoxy, so as not to disperse my luck. Here, there is a legacy of the ancestors, and I will ask the sage to see it... "
As he said that, he suddenly took out a broken decree, held it in both hands, and sent it up to Baiyutai.
Seeing this, the saint on the white jade platform focused his eyes slightly, waved his hand, and the decree flew into his hands, but he looked down, and after a long while, he raised his head and glanced towards the direction of the South China Sea. There was no joy in his eyes, he was silent for a long time, and then he said: "Since there is such a powerful decree, it is inconvenient for me to intervene in your own affairs if you are too concerned..."
As soon as these words came out, all the cultivators around the Baiyutai were shocked.
So who is it that Lu Fengxian presented, who can actually persuade the sage to say that he doesn't want to interfere
Doesn't this mean that this decree can change the attitude of a saint
Even Fang Xing, who was hidden among the cultivators and never showed up, couldn't help frowning, thinking hard...
After the sage finished speaking, he focused his eyes again and looked at Lu Fengxian: "Just you need to remember that I don't care if you take back your own things, but if you dare to spoil my important event of receiving and guiding, you will be rewarded." Immortal luck protects you, and I can't spare you!"
"Immortal luck?"
Someone accurately captured these four words, and a turbulent sea suddenly rolled up in his heart.
And Fang Xing, who was watching coldly and contemplating below, his eyes suddenly froze, and he quickly remembered: "The old sage's words are to describe Lu Fengxian's strong luck, and he has been recognized by the Supreme Taoist system. To some extent, the bereaved disciple is equivalent to having the luck of the ten immortals of the Taishang Dao lineage, or is there another meaning, that this person is secretly taken care of by immortals?"
The more he thinks about it, the more he feels cold in his heart, a cold feeling in his back, and many thoughts gather in his heart...
But Lu Fengxian didn't think about it, just took back the decree, bowed respectfully, and said in a deep voice: "Your junior understands!"
The sage glanced at him lightly, and then stopped speaking. The room was filled with dark clouds, the atmosphere was oppressive, and no one spoke.
But Lu Fengxian straightened up, looked at the big Jinwu, and said coldly: "Monster, I am the only descendant of the Taishang Taoism, and I am also the master of the Taishang Nine Classics. I am the only one who can teach this scripture. I let you Learn, you can learn, without my consent, if one person learns, I will behead one person, if two people learn, I will behead two people, this is the rule, I am the rule handed down from ancient times! Now, you have learned After getting that scripture, according to the rules, I will kill you, and at worst, I will also extract my soul to refine my mind, lest you spread the scripture to the outside world. However, since the saint has spoken, I will also give you a chance to worship immediately. Enter my court, mount for me, and follow me into the Demon Abyss to slay demons and slay demons, and make meritorious deeds, so I will spare your life, and this scripture will also stay with you, how about a reward?"
Hearing the meaning of perseverance in his words, all the cultivators were secretly moved, and turned to look at the Golden Crow who was guarded by the four sons of Daxue Mountain.
Lu Fengxian's words like this are really giving the saint enough face. After all, the saint has already said that he will not interfere in the affairs of the supreme morality after reading the decree. , to show respect...
And to a certain extent, this is really the only chance for the Golden Crow to survive!
The Big Golden Crow was also stunned for a while, its eyeballs rolled around, as if it was hovering here and there.
"If you are really a descendant of the Taoist tradition, it doesn't matter if you return this scripture to you, but you can say this to others, but to me, where did you come from thick-skinned? Hehe, if I really give in today, I will pass the scriptures to you." How can I be worthy of my brother?"
Jin Wu thought about it for a long time, then suddenly sneered and spoke, speaking righteously and without emotion.
After hearing its words, the hearts of all the cultivators in Daxue Mountain and below also became heavy. It seems that this battle is still inevitable!
This crow doesn't recognize Lu Fengxian's identity at all, so how can he return the scriptures to him
Unexpectedly, the accent behind Da Jinwu suddenly changed, and he said with a smile: "But I have to give Lao Jin the saint's face, so let's do it, you give me some money first, and I will pass on the scriptures to you, and then What if we don't owe each other?"