Chapter 1588: Cut off the golden top with one sword (Additional update for the leader of the Silver Alliance, Suikong!)
As soon as Jin Yunpeng said this, the entire Yixing Valley was in an uproar.
Everyone looked suddenly enlightened.
Only now do they understand that the "new pavilion master" mentioned by Jin Yunpeng just now does not refer to Feng Shanyuan, but to someone else.
As for those three gifts, of course they were not given to Feng Shanyuan.
"Who is this gift-giver? If he openly exposes the conspiracy of Huang Jue Palace and Piaomiao Valley, isn't he afraid of the revenge of these two great sects?"
"What do you know! This person has no face. Lu, he killed the 'Jue Shen Scorpion' with just one sword energy. What realm do you think he is in?"
" What do you mean?”
“Shh!”
The man from earlier interrupted his words and lowered his voice: “Stop it! Stop it!” If you can comment, we’d better keep your mouth shut and find a chance to leave here later!”
While the monks from various sects were whispering, a voice in the crowd suddenly exclaimed:
“Look at that, you guys!”
The speaker was from a small sect. The sect leader, his eyes widened at this time, his face looked surprised, and he pointed in the direction of the statue of the ancestor.
The people next to him were startled by him. When they recovered, they looked in the direction he pointed.
The next moment, everyone’s expressions changed slightly, and a thought suddenly appeared in their hearts:
"Who is that person?"
I saw a man in gray standing directly under the statue of the founder and in front of the incense burner tablet.
This man is tall and tall with broad shoulders. He is currently holding his hands behind his back, facing the statue of True Lord Yixing, with his back to everyone, and his face cannot be seen clearly.
Behind him, there were twelve Confucian scholars responsible for presiding over the succession ceremony of the Pavilion Master.
None of the twelve Confucian scholars responded. It was not until they discovered that the monks on the top of the mountain were looking behind them that they realized something and turned around one after another.
When they saw the man in gray behind them, they were all shocked.
"Who is this person? When did he appear here?" One of the Confucian scholars asked through a message to the senior brother next to him.
“I don’t know!”
Another Confucian scholar also replied through a message: “We were all standing here just now, and we didn’t notice anything strange at all. This person seemed to appear out of thin air! "
"He seems a little weird, brother, am I dazzled? This person is clearly standing in front of us, but why can't I feel his presence?"
The faces of the twelve Confucian scholars became more and more frightened.
Although the man in gray with his back to them said nothing, in their eyes, he was like a majestic mountain reaching into the sky, and people like them were just at the foot of the mountain. A few ants, even if they stood on tiptoes, could not see the peak of the mountain.
The silent pressure hangs over everyone's heart.
Unconsciously, the twelve Confucian scholars all took a step back, as if they subconsciously wanted to keep a distance from this person.
The huge Yixing Pavilion valley is now in deathly silence!
The man in gray didn't speak. No one in the entire valley, including the disciples of Yixing Pavilion and the monks from various sects in Nanchui, dared to make a sound.
This weird silence lasted for about a quarter of an hour.
A quarter of an hour later, the man in gray stared at the statue in front of him and suddenly sighed.
Just listen to his long voice: "Bring the incense."
Everyone was slightly stunned, and a Confucian scholar who responded quickly whispered: "He, he wants to offer incense."
The Confucian scholar holding the incense reacted immediately, hurriedly stepped forward, and sent the sandalwood behind the man in gray.
The man in gray didn't look back, and a stick of green incense flew out automatically and landed in his hand.
The incense candle ignited without any wind, and the green smoke rose up, shrouding the back of the man in gray. This moment was like a dream, giving people an unreal feeling.
The Confucian scholar holding the incense rubbed his eyes and looked carefully, and saw in the haze that the man in gray had already inserted the green incense into the incense burner.
However, he did not kowtow to Patriarch Yixing, but simply offered a stick of incense.
At this moment, there were three "green incense" sticks and two "fire incense" sticks in the incense burner. In the end, Lu Zizhen actually won the battle!
When the monks of Yixing Pavilion saw this scene, they were in a state of confusion and didn’t know what to say.
After a moment of silence, Qintao Taoist Chi Mengyun suddenly stepped forward, cupped his hands and said: "Senior, the statue in front of you is the founding ancestor of our Yixing Pavilion. Now that senior has arrived in front of the tablet, the light Is it for incense? Okay, I have to bow down no matter what.”
“You want me to bow down?”
The man in gray chuckled, but did not turn around, but said lightly: “If I say no. 'What? ”
Chi Mengyun's face changed again and again, and finally he gritted his teeth and said: "Senior, this is our Yixing Pavilion. Even if Mr. Feng Ge is at fault, he should not be judged by an outsider. Although you are highly skilled, Our Yixing Pavilion also With the Supreme Patriarch sitting in charge, I will not let you, an outsider, do whatever you want in front of the ancestor’s memorial tablet.”
As soon as these words came out, several Taoist masters in Yixing Pavilion stood on Chi Mengyun’s side. Secretly wary of the man in gray. The man in gray did not respond immediately. Instead, he stared at the statue of True Lord Yixing and was silent for a moment, seemingly recalling the past.
After a moment, the man slowly turned around.
Only then did everyone see his appearance clearly. They saw that he was a young man with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, long hair like ink, and a green gourd tied around his waist. Although he was dressed very ordinary, there was something about him. An otherworldly quality.
"Who is he?"
This question arises in everyone's mind, especially the monks who are watching. They are all heads of various sects, and they are also quite knowledgeable people, but at this moment After much searching, I couldn't think of any famous figure in Nanchui who was similar to this person.
While everyone was thinking secretly, the man in gray swept his eyes and finally landed on Chi Mengyun.
"You are the Taoist Master of Qin Dao, so your master is Yan Xinyu?" The man in gray suddenly asked.
Chi Mengyun was stunned for a moment, seemed a little surprised, and said subconsciously: "Senior, do you recognize your master?"
After hearing this, the man in gray chuckled lightly and did not answer. Instead, he continued to ask: "Where is Yan Xinyu now?"
"Master, respect her"
Chi Mengyun hesitated for a moment, and finally said slowly: "Master was seriously injured as early as the Jiuyou Rebellion, and he has been in seclusion for more than thirty years to recuperate. Unfortunately, the injury was too serious. Even if The ancestor was unable to save his life, and the master had no choice but to finally sit on the top of the "Wangyou Peak".
"Wangyou Peak?"
The man in gray murmured. He sighed and said: "Her death has made her forget many worries. But she gave me a slap back then, and now that I'm back in Nanchui, it's up to you to take the slap for her."
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"What?!"
Chi Mengyun was slightly startled when she heard this. Before she could react, the man in gray had already struck out with his palm.
A golden palm print flew through the air at an extremely fast speed, and was printed on Chi Mengyun's chest in just an instant.
The Taoist master of Qin Dao, who was in the early stage of Jindan cultivation, had no resistance at all. He was knocked upside down by this palm and hit the mountain wall of Yixing Pavilion. His whole body was shaken. Caught in the rocks.
Poof!
A mouthful of blood spurted out from Chi Mengyun's mouth.
“Junior sister!”
Among the three meridians and four paths, Lu Tao, Wei Sheng, Wu Zimo, and Song Yu all changed their expressions. They looked at each other and suddenly transformed into four paths. The light surrounded Liang Yan on the high platform.
I just heard Wu Zimo shout loudly: "Senior, why did you hurt someone? Yixing Pavilion has stood for thousands of years and has not fallen down. Of course, we have our own heritage. If the sect-protecting formation is activated, senior will not be well. You can eat the fruit, so I advise seniors not to bully others too much!”
“Yixing Pavilion’s background?”
The man in gray sneered and said calmly: "Yixing Pavilion has too many old habits. Those in power don't know the sufferings of the disciples of the sect. They are only obsessed with fighting for power. They follow the example of others and bully others. After so many years, there is still nothing big. Change. "
Speaking of this, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes.
The next moment, he suddenly stretched out his hand, the green gourd on his waist swayed slightly, and a sword light shot out, rising into the sky!
The onlookers were greatly surprised. They all looked up and saw the sword light rushing high into the sky. Where the sword pointed, it was a towering mountain.
“It’s ‘Stargazing Peak’!”
Someone in the crowd yelled.
Guanxing Peak is the main peak of Yixing Pavilion. It is said that Lu Beiyou, the founder of Yixing Pavilion, preached on the top of this mountain.
For thousands of years since then, the successive masters of Yixing Pavilion have sealed up the top of the mountain and placed restrictions one after another on it. These restrictions were superimposed together to form a layer of faint golden light. It is called Yixing Golden Summit by outsiders.
Now that sword light is heading towards this golden summit.
Brush!
There was no time for everyone to react, just a moment of stunned silence, and the sword light had already circled the top of the mountain.
Boom!
The restrictions left by the previous masters of Yixing Pavilion were like paper in front of this sword light. As the sword light destroyed everything, the hundred-foot golden dome suddenly collapsed and fell from the Star Viewing Peak. Come down.
“How dare you cut off the golden roof of our Yixing Pavilion!”
At this moment, the Taoist masters of the three meridians and four paths all opened their eyes in disbelief. expression.
Wei Sheng was the first to come to his senses and roared angrily: "Disciples of Yixing Pavilion, listen to the order, activate the sect-protecting formation, and follow me to kill the powerful enemy!"
With his order, the three veins The four monks, including several Tao masters, all flew into the air, trying to activate the sect-protecting formation.
"I advise you not to bother with this."
The man in gray didn't make any move, he just glanced with his eyes. Everyone in the air suddenly felt cold all over, not only their spiritual power was unable to It's running, and even the blood in the whole body seems to be coagulated.
These people had no power to resist. Dunguang disappeared uncontrollably and fell from mid-air.
Wei Sheng, Lu Tao, Wu Zimo, and Song Yu, these four Taoist masters were extremely frightened at this time!
The man in gray in front of him didn't make any move at all. With just one look, he made everyone in Yixing Pavilion unable to move!
At this time, I heard the man in gray sigh and said leisurely:
"Liang promised Senior Kuchikisheng that he would not be an enemy of Yixing Pavilion, but Yixing The grievances between the pavilion and me are hard to put into words. Now that we are here today, I will cut off the Golden Summit of Yixing and wipe out the grievances of the past.”
(End of this chapter)