The gray mist was turbulent, covering the sky, exuding a dead air, but it was quickly absorbed by several old people. The dead gray eyes were amazing, lacking human emotions.
People from the Shangqing Sect appeared, and two old Taoist priests greeted them and led them into a Taoist temple. Such masters are naturally distinguished guests and need to be treated with caution.
Ye Fan watched from the sidelines, silently watching them leave. Many people are commenting that the essence of heaven and earth has dried up, and the Western orthodoxy gathers the power of thoughts and uses it to practice, which is very dominant in the age of desolation.
"The Immortal Mansion of the Qin and Han Dynasties, the home of the Prime Minister of the Liang and Tang Dynasties. One day in the cave, a hundred years have passed in the world. The old people are gone."
An old Taoist priest said to himself, seeing all of Maoshan. He was tall and tall, wearing a purple gold crown and gossip gown, which is rare in this day and age. He obviously lived in the mountains all year round.
Ye Fan was amazed that there are still masters in this world, and this person is definitely not weak, probably a thousand years old, which is an odd number in this world.
"God, could it be... Daoist Xiri, he is still alive, didn't he sit and die more than a hundred years ago, and he is probably 1,200 years old now!"
"This is a person of Taishan Beidou level, a well-known supernatural power, and he has appeared!"
The elders were shocked, while their disciples were completely stunned. They were all standing in the distance without daring to speak.
The big bell rang, and the Taoist gate on the main peak of Maoshan opened wide. A group of old Taoist priests heard about it, and they all came out to meet this senior expert.
The appearance of such characters has pushed the meeting to a climax, and there is a lot of voices. There is no doubt that it is worth looking forward to.
"The Master of Quanzhen Dao has arrived!"
Someone exclaimed, and the sound of drums and music sounded again. Today's Taoism Quanzhen occupies half of the country, and the north is the most respected.
"The ascetics conference has not been held for many years. This time it is unusual. So many big figures such as the leader of Kunlun, Taoist Qiri, and the head teacher of Quanzhen have come in person."
The end of the sky was dyed red by fire clouds, the sound of the phoenix shook the sky, and the patriarch of Zhu Huang's lineage came, bringing the proud daughter of the clan with him, causing another commotion.
Maoshan is full of haze and mist, the mountain is not high but elegant, and the water is not deep but beautiful.
This conference of ascetics had a great influence, a large number of monks came, and there were people living in all the Taoist palaces, etc., and it was almost impossible to accommodate.
There are more than 300 Taoist buildings of various sizes, such as palaces, temples, temples, and temples, among the peaks and valleys in the front and back of Maoshan Mountain. It can be called a scenic spot, but now it is overcrowded.
The tranquility was broken, there was a lot of noise, and there were too many people coming and going, from the ascetics of Lunhai to the figures of Hualong Juefeng, there were countless people from various religions.
Ye Fan seemed to be detached from the world, unable to hear these noises, standing on a low mountain, quietly watching those people and things that had nothing to do with him.
The mist is as light as gauze, and the setting sun is like a painting, with colorful colors. He remains motionless like a clay sculpture and wood carving. Hearing the sound of Taoism in ancient times, he has the feeling of "flowers fly three thousand miles, and people are on the twelfth floor of Yaochi".
A few days passed in a blink of an eye, Ye Fan watched the sunrise in the morning and the colorful clouds in the evening, and lived in the Taoist temple. Four days later, the Taoist Conference finally started.
The leaders of all parties have come, and this grand event is huge. Experts have appeared one after another, which makes people look forward to it. Many young people with extraordinary talents also appear, which makes people feel amazing.
Jiuxiao Wanfu Palace is the palace on the main peak in the pure land of Maoshan Mountain. It is the most magnificent and majestic palace. It was built in the Western Han Dynasty after Sanmao Zhenjun became immortal.
In front of this majestic Taoist palace, there is a very open area, which is the martial arts arena opened by Zhenjun Sanmao back then. It is protected by powerful Dao marks and is difficult to damage.
At the assembly of ascetics, all religions first discussed the problem that everyone is facing now, the essence of the world is dry, how to practice in the future
Everyone expresses their opinions, but there is no real solution. Even the great supernatural beings in ancient times can't solve it. Naturally, the current world can't eliminate the serious trouble.
The dull agenda quickly passed, and the focus of people's attention was next—Dabi, who came to this grand event mainly to watch the masters compete for supremacy.
The so-called Ascetics Conference is a grand event full of competitions. The bloody battles are mainly duels between the younger generation. In ancient times, the various factions were for exchanges and discussions, but now they have evolved into competitions.
The strong compete for supremacy, who is superior and who is inferior, who is weak and who is strong, and every time they have to compete, the competition becomes more and more fierce every year, losing the original intention of the ancient competition.
Ye Fanyin sat in the distance, watching quietly. He also came from the secret place of Lunhai and Dao Palace, and now looking back to watch it has a special feeling.
"Clang!", "Clang!"...
The sword light soared into the sky, a palm-length flying sword sliced through the sky, chopping and dancing vertically and horizontally, Zhan Yifan from Shushan Immortal Sword Gate was invincible and defeated twelve masters of his generation in a row.
"Passing through that level of heaven, the initial stage of dragon transformation, it is really unbelievable. I am afraid that there are not many people in the current generation who can suppress him." Someone sighed.
Zhan Yifan jumped up and left the martial arts arena. In the first battle, no one could compete with him. All the way to the promotion, everyone was optimistic.
On the other side, Long Xiaoque also marched triumphantly, unstoppable, where the demonic aura surged, purple blood filled the air, and its powerful combat power frightened everyone.
It has attracted the beautiful eyes of many female monks. Such a powerful person is likely to become the first person of the monster clan in the future, and the world will respect him.
Someone from the Yaozu once predicted that this son must be a thing in the pond, with a towering horn, and that he will surely soar into the sky in the future, even the world cannot stop him.
"It's a pity that the Heavenly Demon Body from the Primordial Dragon Cave in Changbai Mountain did not come. Otherwise, who is weaker and stronger will have a judgment on who will be the future number one master of the Demon Race."
"Yeah, I don't know why, but the Changbai lineage didn't send anyone here. It is said that they have sealed the mountain and no outsiders are allowed to set foot. I really don't know what happened."
When people lamented that Long Xiaoque was amazing, they also mentioned another character from the Yaozu with a heavenly posture. It was a pity that they couldn't see the legendary physique.
"Long Xiaoque's brilliance lies in his comprehension. He has a very deep understanding of the Tao, which is higher than his peers. The sky demon may not be able to match him even if his physique is superb."
"That's right, you can see that what he just performed was a move in the Dragon Sparrow Slaughter God Record, the purple energy is mighty, the thunder is shaking the sky, it is clear that he has comprehended the true meaning and reached the realm of transformation!"
Many people were exclaiming, the dragon and bird in the arena revived like an ancient demon god, with bronze skin, flying black hair flying, majestic and majestic, eyes like cold electricity, fighting against thirteen masters, overwhelming all heroes.
The Dragon Bird's purple air is surging and mighty in all directions, like a purple sea boiling, flooding the heavens and the earth, drawing out patches of thunder and lightning, the lightning is dazzling, the rumble is deafening, and its power is overwhelming, suppressing everyone.
Everyone was amazed, he had profound Taoism, and there were few people who could stand shoulder to shoulder among the younger generation. The tribe once said that he had the appearance of the first ancestor, but it was a pity that he was born at an untimely time.
Ye Fan watched quietly, nodding secretly, looking at this young Yaozu strongman, he is indeed extraordinary, if he was born in Beidou, he might become a remarkable person.
The purple air was mighty, flooding the ten directions, and all the thirteen enemies were suppressed by Long Xiaoque. He descended from the sky, his hair was loose, and his bronze-colored body gleamed with precious brilliance, looking very vigorous.
Many young female disciples from each faction exclaimed, with astonishing brilliance in their eyes. His strength comes from the bottom of his heart, and his demonic aura makes many opponents tremble. It is astonishing and shocking, and he is the only one among his peers.
"brush!"
His eyes were very cold, and he looked at Ye Fan in the crowd with undisguised hostility, and said softly, "I want to fight with you."
Ye Fan shook his head, it was impossible for him to agree, at his level, he had no desire to make a move, and he didn't want to kill the genius here.
Long Xiaoque's eyes burst into astonishing light, striding forward, he shot directly at Ye Fan in the crowd, using all his strength, with strong hostility.
He is majestic and straight, and when he strikes with all his strength, the purple blood boils all over his body, and the blood of the demon god is completely revived, cracking the sky, his eyes are terrifying!
Ye Fan was stunned, seeing his aura, he thought of an old friend - the Golden Wing Xiaopeng King, they all had a kind of wildness in them.
Moreover, everything is written on the face, without concealment, straight to the point, hostile in the heart, and directly strikes.
It's a pity that King Xiaopeng, who was so handsome in the sky, died in the test set by the ancient great sage. He died of hatred and failed to appear in the battle of the imperial road.
Everyone exclaimed, and they all dodged. In today's world, even the elders don't have many people who can suppress Long Xiaoque. The purple blood is surging like a raging wave. Ye Fan is the only one left in this place.
He didn't dodge, just stretched out an index finger, enlarged it instantly, and pressed it down like a golden pillar, instantly dispelling the purple blood energy in the sky.
"boom!"
The golden finger fell down and was more than ten feet long, and it shook Long Xiaoque away, and then pressed it on top of its head, until it approached the Longque clan before letting go.
Everyone was shocked, not knowing where this master appeared.
Ye Fan taught scriptures in the Lingbao Sect and killed the big monster in the original dragon cave in Changbai Mountain, but it has not spread to the outside world, so most people don't know him.
"Do you guys want to kill me?" He sent a voice transmission with his spiritual thoughts, and stared at everyone in the group of dragon birds in Daxia.
"Fellow daoist, calm down, that's not the case. We just want to find out who the sacred person who manifested in the Jiujiang branch of our clan is, and we don't want revenge." An old demon from the clan explained.
"It has nothing to do with my clan, I just want to see how strong you are!" Long Xiaoque also said.
Ye Fan swept across the sea of consciousness of several people with his powerful divine sense, and found that what he said was true. Although he was somewhat hostile, he never thought of killing him in a bloody battle.
"Since that's the case, then that's all, I'll accompany you on a few tricks." He still used a golden finger to fight against the enemy, like a sky-shattering golden stick, with dao patterns flashing every time he swiped, The sky rumbled.
Long Xiaoque's eyes were blazing, like a wild beast, opening and closing, displaying various mystical techniques to fight against this finger.
Many monks present were astonished, almost dumbfounded, what a powerful cultivation this must be, could it be the Great Perfection of Dragon Transformation, or stepped into the secret realm of Xiantai? How else could it be so!
The people of the Daxia Longque clan were very afraid, for fear that Ye Fan would show up as a killer, but after watching for a while, they found that this was actually a pointer.
When Ye Fan saw Long Xiaoque, he thought of the Golden Wing Xiaopeng King for a while, and couldn't help but use the holy method of fighting to evolve the Heavenly Demon Slayer Art, and gave some casual pointers.
"Clang!"
A flash of sword light flew over, Zhan Yifan made a move, and also attacked Ye Fan, the brilliance of the flying sword soared into the sky, cutting through the sky.
At the same time, Huang Tiannv's beautiful eyes glowed with brilliance, stunning the world, and she also rushed over, burning the sky with fire, burning towards the immovable and mysterious strong man in front of her.
At the next moment, the Kunlun Pisces also made a move, and the promising fish floated out of the dust, displaying profound kung fu, making the little fish as light and agile as a fairy, peerless and charming, and mastering the magic with plain hands.
Ye Fan naturally had to be merciful and treat everyone equally. He used the sword intent of Chisongzi to recruit Zhan Yifan, and evolved the magic technique of Yaochi to reach Kunlun Pisces.
Everyone was stunned, who the hell is this person, who alone resisted the attack of the five top masters of the younger generation!
Especially the younger generation, they were all shocked, they couldn't believe it all, it was like a myth.
Ye Fan suppressed his cultivation in the ninth heaven of Hualong, but in the eyes of everyone, he was still awe-inspiring and too shocking.
"boom!"
Suddenly, at this moment, several people from the Western orthodoxy made a move. Each of them held a roll, unfolded it forcefully, and sealed it towards Ye Fan.
It turned out to be several forbidden weapons, which contained enormous mana power, and each picture contained an ancient spell with destructive power.
Forbidden weapons can only be used a few times, and those that are particularly powerful will self-destruct once. Obviously these pictures are the latter, and Fahai is surging.
Ye Fan's eyes were indifferent, he suppressed his realm in Hualong Ninth Heaven Chongtian just to see if these people would dare to kill him, at this time he shot mercilessly.
A big golden slap directly shattered an ancient picture of forbidden weapons, and then slapped an old western strongman behind the picture into flesh.
"puff!"
Then, with a flick of his hand, he shattered another piece of forbidden weapon. With his fingers like a large golden millstone, another powerful inheritor of the Western orthodoxy was also patted into a meat paste.
Everyone is stunned!
"Come to Middle-earth to kill me. You guys are quite courageous. If you dare to act wild here, I will go to the West!" Ye Fan said indifferently.