Chapter 1119 The Beginning of the Discussion
At the same time that Liang Yan sneaked into the prison, not far from the valley of Qiling Mountain, a giant fairy ship shuttled quickly between the clouds.
Above the fairy ship, there are magnificent buildings and jade buildings. There are five-color glow flowing in and out of the bow, and the sound of bells and drums can be heard at the stern.
The boat sailed high in the sky, treating thousands of miles of clouds as the blue sea. The clouds were rolling, rolling up huge waves thousands of feet, and countless light spiritual energies were churning underneath. However, the huge fairy ship remained stable, with not even a single ounce on the hull. No ups and downs.
Such a magnificent fairy ship only carried a few hundred people.
It's just that among the monks on the ship, those with the lowest cultivation level are in the middle stage of Jindan, and those with high cultivation level have even reached the late stage of Tongxuan. With such terrifying strength, any single person can establish a sect in the Antarctic Fairy Continent, but on this ship he is just like an ordinary person.
Looking at the bow of the boat, there were seven people standing side by side.
There was a man with a face as dark as ink, a square face and a broad nose. He was wearing a set of bright red robes. His face looked calm and intimidating. At this moment, he just stood there quietly, giving people a kind of frightening oppression. feel.
There was a Taoist priest wearing a nine-gong Taoist robe and carrying a mahogany sword on his back. He looked smiling and looked around from time to time, as if he was sizing up the beautiful scenery along the way, which was incompatible with the chilling atmosphere around him.
There is a female cultivator with a graceful figure and picturesque eyebrows. She is stepping on a nine-pin lotus platform. There are flowers of various colors blooming and closing around her body. It seems that after spring, summer, autumn and winter, from blooming to withering, everything is only In this woman's eyes.
There was an old Taoist with a white beard, wearing a star-and-moon Taoist robe and a purple-gold hibiscus crown. He had crane-haired childish face, an immortal spirit, and auspicious clouds floating around him. He looked unfathomable.
There is a female nun, although she looks over thirty years old, she is very charming. She is wearing a blue palace dress with waves embroidered on the dress. It seems to be flowing, faintly still. A slight sound of waves can be heard.
There is a man, seven feet tall, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. He is wearing a set of cyan robes. He has a handsome face and a cool demeanor, like a fairy.
The aura of each of these six monks is as deep as the sea and as majestic as a mountain. When ordinary people see them, they will be in awe and dare not look directly.
What is strange is that there is a child standing in the middle of these six people.
The boy had thick eyebrows, big eyes, a shiny forehead, and was wearing a set of coarse linen clothes. He looked like a child in a secular village. He looked out of place with the six people around him.
But looking at the attitudes of the others, it seems that this person is the leader!
The fairy ship broke through the sky, raised its sails in the sea of clouds, and could travel thousands of miles in an instant. When the casual cultivators or wandering alchemists who were passing by below saw it, they were all frightened and fled far away, fearing to avoid it.
After half a stick of incense, the fairy boat gradually sank into the sea of clouds. The clouds and mist were pushed away, and a majestic mountain appeared not far ahead. The top of the mountain alone was thousands of miles in diameter, like a tree. The Optimus Pillar stands between heaven and earth.
On the top of the mountain, nine flags stand, each one hundred feet high. They are divided into nine colors: white, yellow, red, purple, dark blue, light blue, black, green and orange. The nine directions on the top of the mountain are each swaying in the wind.
Under each flag, there are two Tongxuan realm monks sitting at attention. The two cooperate with each other and use their hands to continuously play various magic formulas. There are more than ten Jindan realm monks sitting cross-legged around them, seeming to form a Flag-protecting array.
The nine flags each occupy a position. On the huge mountain top, there is only one space due south. However, the surrounding wind is howling, the spiritual energy is disordered, and there is a fortune in the dark. It seems that all unfavorable things are rushing away. Toward due south.
“What a nine-legged sect!”
On the fairy boat, the Taoist priest wearing the nine-gong Taoist robe suddenly smiled and said: “These turtles use the 'Nine Elements Flag' to control Feng Shui. You are trying to give us a blow by making a vicious attack!"
"Hmph! What a useless trick!" The man with a dark face snorted coldly, as if he was worried about this. This method is very disdainful.
"Brother Wang Zhong's words are inappropriate."
The Taoist priest wearing a nine-gong Taoist robe chuckled and said: "When two formations are fighting, the most important thing is the opportunity. We Wushuang City are coming in force, there is no reason to be lower than others first. Fellow Taoists, let’s see how I change the fate of Cangnan Mountain in the form of wind, fire, water and thunder!”
As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped forward lightly with one foot and walked out of the fairy ship! .
As I stepped forward, the void in front of me suddenly twisted and deformed. After a while, a black hole appeared, and an ancient incense table actually emerged from it.
The Taoist raised his hand and cast a spell, burning the three incense burners on the table. The green smoke rose up, but did not dissipate, but went straight up into the cloud.
Immediately afterwards, the Taoist took off the mahogany sword from his waist, pierced a yellow talisman, stepped in the air, and recited the Taoist sutra.
When he took his first step, the wind on Cangnan Mountain changed. The strong wind that was blowing uniformly towards the south instantly became chaotic. Nine flags fluttered in the wind, completely messing up the order.
After taking the second step, there was an open fire around the top of the mountain, but it did not burn on the flowers, birds, grass and trees, but appeared out of thin air and spread in the direction of the nine flags.
After taking the third step, the Taoist pointed his mahogany sword towards the ground. The sea of clouds around the top of the mountain rolled up into waves, as if the tide was rising and falling, dividing and reuniting, and the destiny had completely changed.
After taking the last step, the Taoist pointed his mahogany sword toward the sky. The yellow talisman on the sword burned into a wisp of blue smoke, and then rolling thunder fell from the sky. The black thunder clouds pressed down and fell directly on the ground. The head of the nine major sects.
At this moment, on the top of Cangnan Mountain, under the banner of Fire Cloud, an old man with red face and red beard was sitting on the Luan Chariot.
There were dozens of red monks around him. Except for the three Tongxuan Zhenjun, the rest were surrounding the old man. Some were holding banana fans, some holding gold buckets, and some Tea was served, some played music, and there were beautiful female nuns who served the old man wholeheartedly in his carriage.
Seeing the sudden strange phenomenon in mid-air, the old man lost interest in drinking tea. He squinted his eyes for a while and suddenly smiled and said: "This method should be done by Feng Xuanzi from Wushuang City. . This old Taoist is also a sect, and he actually wants to control wind and thunder, and change water and fire. Who is going to meet him for a while?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a sneer came from the apricot flag not far away:
"Humph, Feng Xuanzi is here! I haven’t met him in person for a long time, so I just wanted to meet him for a while today!”
The speaker was a rickety old man, riding on the back of a black bull. No facial features could be seen on his face, only a red smiling face, like a mask, which looked strange and eerie.
Behind him were dozens of monks wearing yellow robes, but most of these people had their heads lowered, did not talk to each other, and looked lifeless.
When the red-bearded old man saw this man speaking, he immediately put his hands on his hands and smiled and said: "Very good, then let Fellow Taoist Ghost Face take the lead and kill the majesty of Wushuang City for us!"
"Hey, look, everyone!"
The grim-faced old man sneered a few times, and the next moment he suddenly disappeared. At the same time, a strange black mist rose in the air, twisting and changing, and finally turned into three huge ghost claws, each one hundred feet long, grabbing at Feng Xuanzi's location.
Feng Xuanzi was setting up the altar in mid-air to perform the practice, when he suddenly saw the surrounding situation change, and saw the ghostly claws appear out of thin air. He immediately smiled and said:
"Who am I talking about? It turns out to be fellow Taoist Ghostface from Huangquan Palace! Let's three hundred years I haven't fought yet, but I'm going to learn a lesson today!" As soon as he finished speaking, he pointed his mahogany sword forward, and the surrounding clouds changed, and a magic spear, fly whisk, sword, treasure vase, Taoist book, fish intestines, and... Bronze bells and many other magical instruments. These magic weapons are all transformed from white clouds. They are filled with rays of light and surrounded by spiritual energy. They are no less impressive than real magic weapons.
Feng Xuanzi's face was calm and calm. With just a flick of his fingers, all the magic weapons and magic weapons crashed into the three ghost claws, followed by several muffled sounds. As soon as it came, the ghost claws composed of black mist were all smashed into blue smoke.
In mid-air, a figure staggered out, looking quite embarrassed.
This person is none other than the Palace Master of Huangquan Palace who just disappeared, the layman with a grimace.
After his ghost claw spell was broken, he was not impatient. He just flicked his hand, and the original red smiling face disappeared and was replaced by a yellow crying face. Then he pinched the spell in his hand, and the surrounding void began to distort. Transformed, black holes appeared out of thin air.
In the black hole, there is a ghostly atmosphere, and the screams are endless!
The next moment, countless evil ghosts crawled out of the black hole, each one wailing in pain, as if a ghost was seeking its life, scrambling to crawl towards Feng Xuanzi.
Feng Xuanzi practices Taoist orthodoxy, and has pure Yang body protection on his body. Ordinary ghosts will die if they touch it.
But Master Ghostface is not an ordinary ghost monk. He has a ghost weapon talisman that can communicate with the underworld gods. The ghosts he summons are not afraid of pure yang, and the ghost energy on his body can also pollute the Taoist heart.
If surrounded by thousands of ghosts, even a strong person in the Tribulation Realm would have difficulty escaping.
Feng Xuanzi was very aware and did not want to get entangled with these ghosts. He took out a talisman from his arms and threw it into the sky.
The talisman spontaneously ignited without wind, and a strong wind suddenly emerged in mid-air, surrounding Feng Xuanzi, blowing the approaching ghosts into pieces.
In the ferocious wind, Feng Xuanzi calmly slashed forward with the peach wood sword in his hand, actually splitting a hole in the void in front of him.
The next moment, he stretched out his left hand and stabbed directly into the crack in the void.
Seeing the ghost-faced layman from a distance, he was startled for no reason and suddenly had a bad premonition.
A monk at his level can already vaguely foresee the short-term future, and he is even more convinced of the premonitions in battle.
Ghostfaced layman did not hesitate. With a thought in his mind, his whole body turned into a streak of yellow light, and he rushed high into the sky.
However, just as he moved, the void suddenly opened behind him, and a big, yellow and withered hand poked out from the crack, and the palm prints on it could be clearly seen.
In the eyes of others, this big hand didn't do anything fancy, it just grabbed the layman with a plain face.
But only the Grimace Master himself can feel that under the cover of this big hand, the surrounding space seems to be infinitely enlarged. Even if his speed breaks through the sky, it is impossible to escape from this palm. Coverage range.
"Wonderful!"
In the fairy boat, the white-bearded old Taoist smiled and said: "Feng Xuanzi's vision is indeed vicious. As the saying goes, capture the king first, rather than fight with those ghosts. If you are entangled, it is better to go straight to Huanglong. 'Qiankun Yiqi Hand' locks Qiankun and controls it. Fangyuan, no matter how far you go, you can't escape Feng Xuanzi's grasp."
Although his words were flattering, they were indeed reasonable. Several people on the bow nodded silently. The boy in linen standing in the middle shook his head and sighed:
"Silly apprentice, the old man with a grimace is not that easy to deal with."
Before he finished speaking, a sudden change occurred in mid-air.
I saw the grim-faced layman wiping his hand, and his face changed again. The yellow crying face was replaced by a black angry face. Behind him, a Dharma figure appeared, with three heads and six arms, holding an iron chain, evil jade, ancient mirror, sword, and ghost. Paper umbrellas and will-o'-the-wisps.
If Liang Yan were here, he would definitely recognize that the appearance of this statue is very similar to the demon statue summoned by the Seven Ghosts of the Underworld in Qiyun Cave.
It’s just that the Seven Ghosts of Underworld are phantoms summoned by magic weapons, but in front of them is a real evil god.
The evil god stepped on the black clouds, waved the magic weapon in his hand, threw the paper umbrella and will-o'-the-wisps into the air, raised up the boundless black clouds, and then struck the iron chain and sword in his hand towards the waxy palm.
Bang!
As a loud noise came, Feng Xuanzi took over and hurriedly retracted his hand and pulled it back from the crack in the void.
Looking down at this time, he found that his palms were already covered with black spots, and a rotten and burnt smell assaulted his nose, making people nauseous.
“What a powerful Dharma image, it actually broke my ‘Qiankun Yiqi Hand’!”
Feng Xuanzi looked solemn. Facing the rolling black clouds, he did not show any fear. Instead, he raised his hand and patted the door. Three rays of light appeared behind his head, divided into three colors: green, gold and silver.
The golden and silver rays of light are like meteors in the sky, dazzling and dazzling. They stir up waves in the air and instantly disperse the oncoming black clouds.
The remaining cyan aura seems to be lazily motionless, but in fact, every time it flashes in mid-air, it directly crosses a hundred feet. The speed is incredibly fast, and it only takes a blink of an eye to reach it. The top of the head of the grimace layman.
“Three rays of divine light!”
At the top of Cangnan Mountain, under the banner of white clouds, a graceful middle-aged man said in surprise.
"A hundred years ago, he fought against people outside the Wushuang Territory, but he didn't use this magical power at that time!"
"Huh, this old man is very slick. Maybe he has already mastered this skill. If you just hide your magical power and don't use it, when it comes to a life-and-death fight, the opponent will definitely suffer a big loss!" the red-bearded old man narrowed his eyes.
Under the banner of Qingzhu, a woman in plain clothes sighed softly: "There are three kinds of divine light, 'Golden Armor', 'Yilinhui', and 'Qingling'. Among them, 'Qingling' is the most powerful." It is difficult to deal with, it can seal people's meridians and acupoints. Once enveloped by it, it is impossible to escape. Fellow Taoist Ghost Face was careless for a moment, and now. I'm afraid the defeat is already certain."
The woman's voice was very soft, with a hint of regret in her tone. As soon as she finished speaking, a rough voice shouted from not far away:
“Don’t be discouraged, Fairy Yun, wait until someone comes to help him!”
(End of this chapter)