There is a distorted space around the Qingming Pagoda. Qiu Qianhe shook the copper bell on his waist, and the blue light swept out, forming a winding and twisting passage in midair, extending forward, leading directly to the tower gate.
"Walk."
The channel avoids those distorted spaces, but it is extremely unstable, obviously it can't last for a long time. Qiu Qianhe shook the copper bell once, his face paled for a moment, it seemed that driving the simple copper bell was a heavy load on him.
The remaining disciples of the Beast Controlling Sect didn't dare to dawdle any longer, they hurriedly stepped into the passage, and followed Qiu Qianhe to rush forward quickly.
Qiu Qianhe was extremely fast, and the red robe flew to the end of the passage in a short while.
A Yin-Yang Tai Chi light seal suddenly came towards him.
—Someone has already arrived at the Qingming Pagoda one step ahead!
Behind him was an unstable passageway and the group of annoying juniors and juniors. Qiu Qianhe couldn't dodge, he snorted coldly, retreated instead of advancing, his slender and white hands stretched out from under the robe like a woman.
The extremely slender and weak hand clapped lightly in the air.
A phantom of a fierce tiger jumped out, facing the falling Tai Chi Yin-Yang seal in mid-air. There was only a muffled sound, and the phantom of the tiger and the Yin-Yang seal of Tai Chi turned into broken light spots together in midair.
Qiu Qianhe stepped out of the passage, and raised his eyes coldly: "Do the guys from Jiuxuanmen only rely on sneak attacks to win?"
"Martial arts can only be adopted by people." A somewhat smiling voice sounded unhurriedly, and Shen Changge in a water-cloud pattern robe came out of the Qingming Tower with a fan and stood in the middle of the main entrance.
"Didn't the Beastmaster claim that all beasts are spirit friends? Then martial arts should not be very important to you."
Shen Changge said with a smile, without cursing, cursing that people and beasts in the Beast Sect are the same kind, and he slapped his fan, and his smile became brighter.
"Thousands of words are eloquent, and the one who scolded "Martial Arts" from beginning to end, seems to be the Emperor Beast Sect?"
What Shen Changge was talking about was that after the Wild Spirit Dynasty failed to attack the Jintang Dynasty with the support of the Beast Sect, the disciples of the Beast Sect angrily whipped the corpse of Wu Dao from beginning to end in the sect. However, the elders of the Royal Beast Sect feel that it is detrimental to the image of this kind of thing like a shrew in the street, so it is forbidden to speak to the outside world—although the elders themselves are also laughing at the Central Plains Martial Arts.
So... How did Shen Changge know
Qiu Qianhe was puzzled, with the cold and vicious look on his face, he glanced at Shen Changge, and said with a smirk: "The chief of the main branch of the Jiuxuanmen will be the gatekeeper one day!" Dog, it's really unexpected."
While talking, Qiu Qianhe thought quickly.
It seems that the people from Jiuxuanmen are not only Shen Changge and the disciples of Ganmai, but there is absolutely no one in the same generation who can let Shen Changge, who is so arrogant to the bone, stay at the gate, but according to the secret agreement of the Eight Immortal Sects, The elders can't make a move easily. That's weird...
and many more!
Qiu Qianhe's gaze suddenly sharpened, and he looked at the dark space behind the huge stone gate.
No, no, there is indeed such a person in Jiuxuanmen who can order Shen Changge, a guy that no one looks down on.
"Bailishu..."
Qiu Qianhe almost gritted his teeth and squeezed out the name from the gap.
Bailishu, after saying these three words, Qiu Qianhe felt the scar on his face begin to ache. He seemed to see the snow-white sword light coming from the sky again, and the clear and cold sword cry faintly sounded in his ears.
At this time, the disciples of the Beast Master Sect also came out of the passage.
Seeing the people from the Nine Profound Sect standing under the pagoda gate, the disciples of the Beast Controlling Sect suddenly became fierce in their eyes. They stepped out one by one, stood behind Qiu Qianhe, and pressed the hilts of their swords in their hands.
Although the relationship between Yushouzong, Taishangzong, and Jiuxuanmen has not yet reached its peak, it is almost there. After such a long time, they have always been in a state of fighting when they meet.
"That damned guy is finally willing to come out of Jiuxuanmen?"
Qiu Qianhe's voice was erratic and feminine, his hands were drooping, and a faintly coquettish red light radiated from them.
Behind Qiu Qianhe, the disciples of the Beast Control Sect didn't say a word. Those who drew their knives drew their swords, and those who drew their swords drew their swords. The spirit ring that controls the beasts began to emit a faint light.
Shen Changge smiled lightly, and unfolded the folding fan with a "crash".
The fiery red sacrificial robe swayed slightly, and Qiu Qianhe slid towards Shen Changge, his hands quietly stretched out, bent like claws, the faint red light twisted and wandered on Qiu Qianhe's hands, condensing into a pair of burning phoenix claws.
Shen Changge took a step forward, and the Tai Chi yin and yang on the folding fan suddenly spun.
The disciples of the Nine Profound Sect and the Beast Sect can fight almost anytime and anywhere, but right now is definitely not a good place to fight. Fortunately, the formation map on the tower gate seems to be useful, there are not many space cracks under the giant gate.
After fighting several times, Shen Changge suddenly felt that something was wrong.
—The disciples of the Beast Master Sect have not yet released their beasts.
Just as this thought flashed across his mind, Qiu Qianhe suddenly raised his head, with a mocking smile on his face, the next moment his figure flickered and he floated up.
"Soul knot!"
Qiu Qianhe's voice sounded, and the disciples of the Beast Control Sect who were fighting with Jiuxuanmen suddenly pulled back. Phantoms of strange beasts leaped up from the disciples of the Beast Controlling Sect, and the low roar of beasts spread like thunder.
The phantoms of the alien beasts stepped in mid-air, and rays of light shot out from their feet, forming a formation that almost covered the entire space under the stone gate. At the center of the formation was Qiu Qianhe in a red robe.
The leader of the Emperor Beast Sect, who was not as feminine as a member of the Wild Spirit Dynasty, raised his hands, making a gesture of worshiping heaven and earth during a sacrifice.
The array was radiant, and the phantoms of many strange beasts merged together to form a gigantic horned dragon in mid-air. The figure of the horned dragon hovered and almost occupied the entire giant gate. The dragon swung its head back, staring at the disciples of the Nine Profound Sect as if looking down on an ant.
The ancient prehistoric aura rushed towards his face, and the Jiuxuanmen disciple who was watched by the horned dragon froze in place, unable to move. Shen Changge, who was about to attack Qiu Qianhe, faced Long Wei, and fell from mid-air with a muffled grunt.
"Walk!"
Qiu Qianhe shouted sharply, and led the disciples of the Beast Sect into the Qingming Pagoda.
Shen Changge was holding the yin-yang fan, and the Tai Chi picture flashed on the fan, and he woke up from being intimidated by the horned dragon. When he folded the fan and closed it, a layer of faint dark light burst out, swept away, and woke up the rest of the Nine Profound Sect disciples.
But at this time Qiu Qianhe and others had already rushed into the Qingming Pagoda.
Chou Qianhe was tricked by this guy, Shen Changge's face darkened, and he chased into the Qingming Pagoda with his disciples.
Before the disciples of Jiuxuanmen could make a move, Qiu Qianhe and the others stopped in their tracks.
A deep dragon chant resounded in the tower, and Qiu Qianhe fell from mid-air as if he had been hit hard, with blood spilling from his lips. The body of the horned dragon formed by the spirits of many different beasts summoned by the disciples of the Beast Master Sect exploded in mid-air.
Under Qiu Qianhe's horrified gaze, all the remaining unbroken spirit stones in the Qingming Pagoda suddenly lit up, and dazzling rays of light shot from all directions, pouring into the phantom of the suddenly out-of-control horned dragon.
The Qingming Pagoda suddenly lit up.
This is indeed a majestic tower with the styles of the Chaos Era and the Ten Thousand Immortals Era. The tower pillars are tall and the overall momentum is extremely majestic, but the formations all over it are extremely prosperous decorations.
When the spirit stones inlaid on the nodes of the formation lit up at the same instant, the sky full of stars appeared on the dark sky.
The light converges in the middle of the tower, forming a beam of light that runs through the entire tower.
The horned dragon suddenly lost control and hovered in the middle of the beam of light. The light of the spirit stone condensed on it, and the originally transparent figure suddenly became solid. This kind of divine beast, which is said to be only seen by Mingde Xianjun, is entrenched in the tower, with its head pointed at the top of the Qingming Tower, and it neighs in a low voice.
Bailishu's judgment was not wrong, the place in the middle of the Qingming Pagoda, where the power of space and stars was originally concentrated, was indeed extremely dangerous.
The light cast from all directions illuminates the center of the tower, standing on one side and looking at the things on the other side, everything is blurred and distorted. I don't know how far the space there is distorted and chaotic.
The mammoth horned dragon was entrenched in the distorted space, its wings were raised, and the scales on its body were shining brightly. It let out a deafening low roar, and the sound collided back and forth in the space inside the ring-shaped tower, and the echoes were mixed and connected into rolling thunder.
Horned dragons, this kind of mythical beasts that have appeared since the era of chaos, are still a symbol of strength and strength.
Accompanied by the horned dragon's low roar, its wings vibrated, and a gust of wind suddenly swirled in the Qingming Pagoda. The wind was so fierce that it blew on the surface like a steel blade. The chaotic space in the middle of Qingming Pagoda circled accordingly.
Like a stirred lake, a huge whirlpool forms in the center of the tower.
Qiu Qianhe stared blankly at the huge vortex.
—Damn it! He never knew that the horned dragon phantom condensed from his soul could turn into such a terrifying thing!
For the past ten years or so, he has been using this thing as a way to delay time, and there is no such thing as Long Wei's paper stuff! ! ! Apart from scaring people with Longwei, this thing is useless at all!
The thing that is almost half the length of the tower in front of him and can stir up the distorted space, is it really him who made it
"What did you do?!"
The horned dragon's low roar kept echoing in the Qingming Pagoda, Shen Changge rushed in, grabbed Qiu Qianhe who had not recovered from the backlash, and roared at the top of his voice.
What did I do? ! How the hell do I know!
Qiu Qianhe almost wanted to go back. He coughed and pulled the corners of his mouth to reveal a sinister smile: "I don't know how to read?"
Shen Changge almost threw this guy into the center of the whirlpool tower.
At this moment, the horned dragon's low growl had reached its last sound.
— Nine tones.
The last dragon's cry carried the majesty from the era of chaos, and it rumbled endlessly in the tower. The spirit stones inlaid on the nodes of the pattern pattern of the Qingming Pagoda burst open one after another, breaking into the specks of light that Jun Wanbai saw before, fluttering down.
The space in the center of the tower completely formed a vortex, and the huge body of the horned dragon turned sharply.
When Shen Changge questioned Qiu Qianhe, on the third floor of Qingming Pagoda, there were also people asking what was going on at the top of their voices.
"Damn it!"
The people standing on the corridor on the third floor of Qingming Tower only felt that they were being pulled by a powerful force. The stone railings around him were broken section by section, and they were sucked into the huge swirling vortex.
Everyone was so lucky that they barely stood still.
Liao Gan's strength was the lowest. He hugged the tower pillar tightly to avoid being swept away, trembling with his eyes closed. The wounded Zhou Wen'an was dragged by several Jiuxuan disciples.
Jun Wanbai stood in front of several Jiuxuan disciples, holding up the two swords with some difficulty. Not only her, but all the core disciples stood at the forefront and bore the greatest pressure.
—The so-called core disciple is the one who is the first to meet danger when it comes!
Bailishu stood at the front, with his long sword crossed, and a faint ice-blue light covered everyone.
The accident came so suddenly that I didn't know what was going on. Everyone didn't care to think about the reason, so they could only support themselves first, so as not to let themselves be drawn into the terrifying space vortex.
But when the last sound of the "nine chimes" fell, the surrounding spirit stones shattered, and the swirling space vortex swelled in a big circle. The place where everyone stood was also gathered into it. The phantom of the circling horned dragon swooped down from above and plunged into the vortex.
—As if in that distorted space, something is calling it.
"Go in."
Bailishu's voice rang in everyone's ears.
The ice-blue light burst out, cold and dazzling. It is as bright as the mysterious ice that has been deposited on the plateau for thousands of years. A big hole was shattered in the tower room behind, and the disciples of Jiuxuanmen, together with Liao Gan and Ye Qiusheng, were pushed into the tower room by a force.
Familiar layers of ice sealed the hole in the tower chamber.
The ice layer with a faint blue light separated the blade-like gust of wind, the majesty of the horned dragon, and the huge vortex.
"Bailishu!"
Jun Wanbai got up from the ground holding his swords.
On the stone steps with broken railings, a thin young man in a white robe stood with a long sword in his hand. Looking through the ice layer, the man seemed to be standing far, far away from everyone, and the expression on his face was still the same as before, indifferent.
In the deep black tower, the echo of the horned dragon's neighing, the light of the spirit stone, the vortex-like chaotic space...
— go in.
The cold and indifferent voice of that person seemed to be still ringing in his ears.
The spirit stone was shattered, and the Qingming Pagoda returned to darkness.
In the moment before the darkness, the straight figure that seemed to be always in front of them was swallowed by the vortex together with the huge phantom of the horned dragon.