It has been more than ten days since Zhengdao discovered the disappearance of Daxueshan Qiankunguan and his party.
That day, the monks in the small town saw with their own eyes that Liang Qianshan walked away in a rage, thinking that Daxueshan was being ostracized. , still not good guess? Forget it, the huge Youzhou, they can go wherever they like.
Want to gain the benefits of a fisherman? Don't look at yourself in the mirror either.
Out of this contempt, Han Mingzong ignored the whereabouts of Qiankunguan and others - Liang Qianshan originally chose the direction opposite to them. When the monks gathered in Youzhou, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth became mixed. Yes, it was the picture of the thunder and fire formation left by Venerable Huanjian. The scorched earth and ruins in the formation could not see any major movement after ten miles.
Only the disciple of Qiankun Guan who was knocked out by Zhan Yuanqiu and disguised, climbed out of the alley and found that the robes, robes and storage bags on his body had been robbed (Zhan Yuanqiu: acting in a full set).
As soon as he came out in a rage, before he asked, there were idle cultivators who were bored and pointed at him and ridiculed him endlessly.
- Being treated as a magic weapon and beaten up
This unlucky guy was full of doubts and felt that he had been tricked. It must have been a robbery under the guise of losing the magic weapon.
He scolded and walked back, worrying that if he didn't return for a long time, he would anger the priest, but as soon as he stepped into the courtyard, he suddenly became stupid, and the people who came and went were replaced by monks he didn't know at all.
"Qiankun Guan? Ha, that group of aliens left early."
The sect newly installed here said disdainfully.
The world is always like this, even if the strength is not good, it seems that it is quite qualified to laugh at the losers who are expelled from the Central Plains. In fact, the background of this small sect is not even one-tenth of the Daxueshan Qiankun View.
Daoist Qiankun Guan, who was in a hurry to catch up with the same family, was alone and alone, and left the town with a black face.
This search, completely lost my mind.
Liang Qianshan and his group seemed to have fallen into the sea like a mud cow, and never again fell.
After daring to turn around in countless circles in a radius of 300 miles, he finally found the strange valley. The mountain forest was carefully cleared by the demon cultivator, but there were always omissions.
So when those high-level cultivators finally heard the news that "Qiankun Guan" was ambushed, half of the black pot had already been detained on their heads.
The people sent by Zhan Yuanqiu tried their best to expose among the loose cultivators and the small sects that "the Han Mingzong gathering group wanted to dominate, eat alone, and leave everyone behind", "after being discovered by Qiankunguan, they killed people", "the demons are not destroyed, since Cannibalism, how to bear and how to be cruel, the way of heaven can't stand it anymore."
Of course, I didn't forget to add other sounds that made the water muddy.
"Maybe it was the magic cultivator!"
"Nonsense, it's clearly Qiankun Guan deliberately doing this, and they don't do this kind of harm to people?"
The elder Han Mingzong was so angry that his nose was crooked. To say that Liang Qianshan was silently killed, he did not believe it at all. Venerable Huanjian did not die. He probably has this kind of ability. As for Xing Splitian? Hmph, Venerable Splitting Sky can play such a trick
"Why don't you go and see that valley?"
An ancestor of a sect suggested.
"Absolutely not!" Several heads stopped in unison.
"Liang Qianshan is a narrow-minded person. Knowing that we are leaving behind his back, he must be upset. This matter may be his plan. That valley may be a trap. Why should the disciples go to adventure?"
The most important thing is - Liang Qianshan is dead or alive, what does it have to do with them
"If he dies in the hands of a demon cultivator, he will be incompetent."
The sects of the right way are a little gloating about misfortune, and the Qiankun Guan has been declining over the years. Liang Qianshan has not even received a qualified disciple. Once an accident occurs, the once large sect will be completely disintegrated and will no longer exist.
Some of the ancestors who came to sit in the town have entered the tribulation period, and they have already interacted with the heavenly way in the dark.
Trying to find the source of the unease, there is nothing I can do.
- If Zhao Weiyang was here, he would definitely sneer: What are these old guys doing? From the point of view of the previous life, in the end, none of them were soaring. It would be amazing if they could sense the truth and learn the truth!
Because of the urging of the ancestors, the battle began the next day.
The defense line of Youzhou was completely shrunk, and Han Mingzong sent out surprise troops, but they did not catch the opponent by surprise. The two sides of the righteous and the devil were in the vicinity of a mountain called Tianhe Mountain, and they fought for three days and three nights.
The corpses were scattered everywhere, and the battle was equally successful.
The demon cultivators were defeated again. They were not as good as the disciples of the famous sects, and they were not as flexible in following orders. Over time, disadvantages appear.
The war then spread to the territory of Youzhou for several months.
Just as the sects of the right way secretly guessed, this is the last force of the magic cultivator, it must be very stubborn, and it is also the most difficult piece of bone. If it is so easily defeated, there will be problems.
Countless sword lights swept across the sky.
Spiritual birds and beasts roamed the battlefield with monks on their backs.
The messy brilliance of the instruments and talismans, as well as the thick smell of blood in the air, hit the minds of every monk like a big stone.
As if being sucked in by an endless vortex, everyone was red-eyed, picked up magic weapons, and fought ruthlessly.
"This formation..." An old monk saw the clue.
"Nothing, Qing Yuan Patriarch don't have to worry too much."
The elder Han Mingzong said calmly, "The disciples of our sect all wear the Mingxin Talisman, so they will not be easily confused. The people who have finally gathered are greedy for life and fear of death, so turn around and run away!"
This Qing Yuan patriarch frowned and seemed to be very displeased with Han Mingzong's behavior, but since this was his own sect, he had to endure it.
"Magic cultivation can't be done!"
The spirits of the sects of the Right Way were shaken, and they were overjoyed when they watched the gradually changing torrent of people.
There was a loud horn sound.
Countless magic cultivators poured in from both sides, like reinforcements.
"Hmph, just struggling to the death."
As a result, this team of demon cultivators was very difficult to deal with. The sharp knives were generally cut into the array of disciples of various sects, and they left at a touch, causing chaos in the battle.
"Steady up, re-arrange the formation!"
Several of the sect masters couldn't sit still. Too many disciples died. Even if the demon cultivators were eradicated, they would not have a good time. They immediately ordered cultivators above Nascent Soul to join the battle.
The bloody smell is getting stronger.
Zhan Yuanqiu's face was pale, and he silently watched a group of blood-soaked demon cultivators retreat from the battlefield, sitting cross-legged on the spot, letting the people on standby hurriedly treat their injuries.
At this time, a black cloud gradually appeared in the corner of the battlefield.
Hundreds of demon cultivators were holding ghost flags, and amidst the sharp howls of ghosts and gods, there was a green cloud covering the top. None of the cultivators of the right way could laugh, and anyone with long eyes could guess that it was a poisonous mist and miasma.
The beasts that were refined by magic cultivators rushed in frantically.
Although a Jindan stage cultivator can easily kill them, the foundation-building cultivator will be in a hurry for a while. This is the battlefield. If you are not careful, your head will be cut off by the opponent. How can you ignore it
The high-level monks with small sects couldn't sit still, and Han Mingzong could still deploy elites, so they had to go on their own.
The Qing Yuan Patriarch became more and more uneasy in his heart, and always felt as if he had forgotten something.
The ghost flags covered the sky, and the ghost shadows formed a new ghost gate formation. Only the screams of the ghosts and the ghostly laughter of the ghosts could be heard, and none of the righteous disciples who were involved survived.
Soon, there were Yuan Ying cultivators who rushed over in anger, relying on their cultivation.
As soon as he entered the formation, he brought out the magic weapon that the ghosts and ghosts were afraid of, the smoke cleared, and the eyes were clear.
The Yuan Ying cultivator was shocked and blocked, and the attackers had already withdrawn and retreated.
"It's a Nascent Soul, let's go together!"
His voice was clear and pleasant, and it was clearly a female cultivator.
Nearly a hundred kinds of attacks were smashed together, and there were those who silently stabbed in the back. Everyone flashed a figure and immediately fled into the big banner, and they couldn't find it at all.
"Get rid of these guys, let Yuzhou come to see what a joke!"
Zhan Yuanqiu saw it in the distance and quickly ordered.
The subordinates of Venerable Splitting Heaven also felt embarrassed: as soon as the comrades from Yuzhou appeared, they attracted most of the attention of Zhengdao.
"kill!"
The sound of the fighting shook the four fields, and gradually even the figure of the cultivator of the transformation stage appeared on the battlefield.
"It's time." Zhan Yuanqiu sighed long behind the mask.
Venerable Split Sky waved his hand: "Draw!"
The battlefield was originally formed by the superposition of the formations jointly deployed by the two parties. This type of formation has no effect, but it can eliminate the sound and prevent mortals from hearing it.
Han Mingzong thought he was clever and moved his hands and feet in the talisman, which made people lose their minds.
The magician is also playing tricks.
The ancestors of the Qing Dynasty only felt a glimpse in front of them. The battlefield was still chaotic. The demons became more and more brave. The area where the ghost flag was located was stubborn. The cultivator, only then defeated the ghost flag array, causing the demon cultivators to flee in a panic.
Before they had time to be proud, they ran into the murderous Venerable Sky Splitter head-on.
"All ancestors please take action!" Han Mingzong Great Elder said quickly.
The magic cultivator has played his trump card, so of course he can't be idle here.
The battle was dragged into a fever, and Venerable Splitting Heaven took a group of demon cultivators to chop melons and vegetables. It didn't take long before he faced the high-level cultivators of the right way. Immediately, the magic weapon came out, the world changed color, and the affected people were affected. The monks retreated one after another.
Wherever these great men fought, there was nothing left.
Gradually, the magic cultivators were scattered and divided into countless pieces, as if they were caught in the predicament of catching and killing each other.
The ancestors of Qing Yuan kept feeling a trance in front of him, and he was fighting against five gods and demons, fierce gods and evil spirits, holding a set of ferocious magic weapons, which was quite difficult to deal with.
Although the ancestors of the Qing Dynasty were not afraid of them, they were really held back.
Countless cultivators died, magic weapons exploded, and talismans were thrown around, making this area chaotic, and even people were dizzy, and boundlessly discerned places farther from their sides.
After another trance, the ancestor of Qing Yuan suddenly realized that it was not that his mind was blocked, but that the scene in front of him was vain, and the chaotic spiritual energy distorted everything around him.
"wrong!"
The Qing Yuan Patriarch shouted sharply.
"His Holiness, kill him." Zhan Yuanqiu was also shouting.
Venerable Splitting Heaven understood and entered the battle alone again.
Many sect master elders felt that Venerable Splitting Heaven had found him, and in a rage, they fought hard.
After a day and a night, the "Magic Cultivator" collapsed, and there were corpses everywhere. The Han Mingzong Great Elder laughed, because he stepped on the head of the "Splintered Heavenly Venerable". The expression changed in one scene: "Not good!"
"Ancestor?"
"I fought with Xing Kaitian for a day, and it was a tragic victory. Who are you here?"
"… "
The elder Han Mingzong jumped up in shock, and soon another elder who was seriously injured and lost his right arm came, claiming that he had killed Venerable Splitting Heaven.
"Phantom array?"
Several Mahayana monks panicked and left the battlefield.
The wind gradually blew away the bloody aura, and the isolation formation had a time-effectiveness, but now it gradually dissipated. In the place where the bloody aura faded away, the monk who was holding the head of the "enemy" before laughing loudly shook his hand and was stunned.
"Isn't this an Aggregator?"
"I... how could I kill Shishu's disciple?"
There are magic cultivators in the corpse, but more of the dead are from the same family.
The battlefield was empty, and the demonic cultivator of Youzhou had already run away. The body of the "Zhitian Venerable" who was killed before, as the bloody aura receded, the chaotic heaven and earth aura recovered, revealing its true appearance.
- I do not know since when, the factions of the right way began to kill each other.
Everyone they saw in front of them thought they were magic cultivators.
"This is impossible! Before we do it ourselves... we can see clearly when we watch the battle!" Han Mingzong's Great Elder hissed.
The Qing veteran group seemed to be a hundred years old, and he muttered to himself: "The magic cultivator lured us down, yes, when Venerable Splitting Sky rushed into the battlefield, it was not an illusion before."
Venerable Splitting Heaven actually
Do not hesitate to fight with the righteous path for several days, and use the blood of demons and the falling corpses to set up an illusion? Finally piss them off.
"Shut up!"
Han Mingzong's chief elder shouted angrily: "Just a mere trick, even if we lose half of our staff, Youzhou still doesn't have so many magic cultivators to save the defeat, otherwise why would they flee? Get up! Youzhou..."
His voice stopped abruptly.
In all directions, black figures appeared.
Zhengbei was the first person, with a silver satin feather crown and a youthful appearance.
Behind him are the heavy ghost flags, he nodded slightly at Venerable Sky Splitter who was surrounded by the south, and looked at the messy battlefield indifferently: "You wait for the end, starting today."
"You are a god-turning junior..."
The words of the Great Elder Han Mingzong choked in his throat again.
Because Chen He easily used his spiritual sense to give him a heavy blow.
The feeling that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is flowing towards the other party, but you can't take it away! !
"I, I am about to be promoted to Mahayana, and I am only one step away from the door, so I came to take advantage of your life."