Seeing that he was about to take action, the Immortal Sect disciples sneered and waved their hands to collect all the debris.

Only the book divided into two halves was left.

His eyes bloomed with cold light, and he could see through the entire book in an instant.

Waving his hand was a spell, and a huge blue ball enveloped the entire colorful cloud.

Immediately after that, there was another pinch, and countless strong winds bloomed, sweeping towards Lingyun Sword.

This was not over yet, he muttered a few words silently at the same time, and a huge blue body condensed on his body, which was ten feet high!

Finally, after a few clicks in the sky, a few tinkling sounds were heard, and tiny starlight bloomed, like countless fireflies, spreading in all directions.

It formed a larger light mask, covering a hundred feet in radius, flashing with bright spots of varying brightness.

"The disciples of the Immortal Sect are really powerful..." Lingyun Sword has just performed a sword technique, condensing a powerful sword light.

As a result, the disciples of the Immortal Sect acted backward and fired four sets of spells in succession!

It has both offensive and defensive capabilities, as well as a dharma body, which creates a barrier to block his retreat.

"So strong..." Ling Yunjian didn't expect that the opponent could suppress him just by his fast casting speed.

You know, the real power of the Immortal Sect disciples has not been used yet!

For example, any sect bestows magic weapons, the secret techniques of the Immortal Sect, and advanced supernatural powers that can be specially cultivated with different methods... These are the advantages of the Immortal Sect's disciples.

Lingyun Sword was in a state of panic for a while, but he managed to cope with the wonderful sword skills.

When Yan Nu saw them fighting, he moved down the mountain and looked back.

Although he didn't know why the two monks who were fighting did not expose him, he just continued to watch.

"So do all people like me have to be reported to the Immortal Sect for disposal?"

"Shen Wujiang and Qingniao all made their own decisions..."

"That Master Shiliu once said that killing me would bring immeasurable merit. Combined with this, what kind of decree does it mean that the Immortal Sect wants to monopolize all the merit and the heaven-defying wonders?"

"The Immortal Sect is so domineering. If others want to collect the corpses of their friends, they won't let them..."

Yan Nu frowned and couldn't help but feel angry.

He wanted to find Aweng. He wanted to see the person in life and the body in death, because Aweng always said that fallen leaves return to their roots.

The most humble words that Aweng once said were: "Everyone can live for one breath, but now I have lost all my energy and can only hope to scratch the earth."

Yan Nu knew that no matter how difficult life was, the bottom line for ordinary people like Aweng was to hope that someone would collect his body.

This seems to be the final meaning of being a 'person' and having lived a life.

Blue Bird is not a good bird, but he has made a good friend.

Ling Yunjian did not hesitate to fight with the people of the Immortal Sect over a corpse. Apart from anything else, he was sincere to his friends.

Yan Nu looked at it with the simplest heart and felt that the Xian Sect was bullying people too much.

However, Yan Nu has no intention of taking action. On the one hand, he only sees one side. Who knows if this group of people will gang up to kill him once he is exposed?

On the other hand, Lingyun Sword is very powerful, not counting the heaven-defying power, he is much stronger than Shen Wutang, so he probably has a way to escape.

In comparison, Yan Nu is now more worried about his sister and Lao Gui.

"The Immortal Sect disciples obviously searched the valley, collected all kinds of corpses and relics, and threatened to bring them all back to the sect."

"He flew all the way and didn't find my sister and the old ghost? Are they hiding?"

Yan Nu quickly walked down the mountain, looking at the complicated mountains and forests around him and the crisscrossing streams and springs. This was already another mountain.

In order to chase Shen Wuji, he flew twenty miles away.

Yan Nu guessed that his sister must have used the water-walking technique to chase him along the river.

The flow of the river was complicated and not straight, so the Immortal Sect disciple flew straight over without noticing it.

Yan Nu jumped around without using any abilities, relying on his initial physical fitness to run around in the mountains and forests.

Soon, he came to the edge of the barrier.

He touched the barrier and found that he couldn't get through it. He could only wait to see if the Lingyun Sword could break the barrier.

Yan Nu looked around, and suddenly thought of a page from that book that had landed in this forest.

The disciples of the Immortal Sect came here just for the rare objects, and called that book a rare object.

The book was ordinary and had been torn in half. The other party could still see the difference, but what about the extra page that flew out?

Thinking of this, Yan Nu immediately started searching in the mountains and forests.

Suddenly, there was a loud shout in the sky: "Who is hiding his head and tail in my world, do you think I can't see it with my clairvoyance!"

The disciples of the Immortal Sect were thrashing and it seemed that they found another person in the barrier.

Yan Nu turned around and looked up, and sure enough, an ordinary Taoist priest, plainly dressed, appeared high in the sky.

He held a fly whisk and sat cross-legged on a small purple cloud less than one foot wide.

His tone was indifferent, but his voice carried throughout the room.

"Leaving traces of my carefree life all over the world, I floated to the South Pole to establish my name. I went straight up to the nine heavens to cultivate my path, and the purple dust and white cranes came to welcome me."

"Zi Chen, a poor Taoist, is a casual cultivator and has met all the masters."

Although Yan Nu didn't understand poetry very well, he was from all over the world and from Antarctica. He just felt that this man was so cool and unrestrained. He had been to so many places... He had never seen the sea in his life.

The Immortal Sect disciple said coldly: "You and I are in the same realm, so we shouldn't be called experts... What happened last night had something to do with you?"

The Zichen Sanren waved his fly whisk and said, "Fellow Taoist has misunderstood. Pindao is just a small Sanren who has no family or sect and never meddles in other people's business."

"I have only one close friend in my life, with whom I can see all the mountains and rivers in the world."

The Immortal Sect disciple asked: "Why are you here, covered by my barrier? You approached me invisible, and you said that last night had nothing to do with you?"

Zichen Sanren sighed: "I really misunderstood."

"The reason why Pindao is here is because he was the only close friend in my life, and he died tragically at the hands of Shen Xiangjiang."

"I am left alone in the long world. Pindao swore revenge, but I have fought several times, but I am no match for him."

"I learned that he came out of the mountain today, and I followed him all the way. But I flew slowly, and when I got here, I only saw two of them."

"To be honest, I saw that your Immortal Sect was doing something and didn't want to get involved, so I just stayed invisible and listened to the conversation between the two masters..."

"I am sure that Shen Xiangxiang is dead. I have already wanted to leave. However, the master has set up this barrier and it is difficult for me to escape."

The Immortal Sect disciple said reluctantly: "You hide yourself and are secretive. Who knows whether what you say is true or false?"

"There is something in your ears, let me see it!"

Zichen frowned and sighed frequently: "Does it have to be like this?"

The disciple of the Immortal Sect offered a ruler and solemnly said: "If you don't want to, follow me up the mountain and leave it to my master Yuhe Zhenren."

Zi Chen took out a jade flute from his arms and said helplessly: "I don't want to get involved in anything. Now that my great revenge has been avenged, my wish has been fulfilled. I just want to visit the eight wastelands..."

"Just let me go, why bother me."

The disciples of the Immortal Sect shouted: "It's not me who is embarrassing you, it's just Master's mission!"

After speaking, he decisively took action and threw out the ruler. In an instant, the ruler was as huge as a giant mountain, glowing with green light and blasting towards Zi Chen.

At the same time, he was still fighting with Lingyun Sword, using various spells frequently. With one against two, he still suppressed the latter with ease.

Faced with the bombardment of the magic weapon, Zichen immediately blew the jade flute, and a melodious melody filled the air.

Purple sound waves appeared in the sky and condensed into substance, shaped like a flute, and blocked the giant cyan ruler.

When the sound reached Yan Nu's ears, he didn't feel it had any power, but instead felt it was very moving.

"Is this the flute? It sounds so nice..." Yan Nu smiled, feeling pleasantly surprised.

Since he was a child, apart from listening to people singing some wild songs and playing some wooden clappers in the village, where has he ever heard any exquisite music?

The jade flute played by Zichen Sanren had an ethereal and leisurely sound, and the tune was leisurely. Yan Nu didn't know how to appreciate it, and couldn't explain why, but he thought it sounded very good.

At this moment, the gods were fighting in the sky. He was listening to the music at the bottom of the mountain with great interest, and he forgot to look for the 'page'.

While Zichen was blowing, he sat upright on the head of the cloud to avoid the spells that were coming one after another.

But it seems that he has more than enough means to protect himself, but not enough means to attack.

"Fellow Daoist Zichen, you want to leave, and I want to leave too. You and I will work together to break this barrier!" Suddenly the sword light of Ling Yun Sword surged, causing many wind and thunder to hit the barrier.

When Zichen saw this, the style of music suddenly changed, and the sound of the flute was desolate and grand!

It is like a vast painting of mountains and rivers, displayed in front of your eyes, giving people a majestic, shocking and soul-stirring feeling.

At the same time, great power was applied to Lingyun Sword's moves, and the barrier was broken in an instant.

Countless starlights dispersed and disappeared.

"Okay!" Ling Yunjian didn't expect that this Zichen Sanren, although his attack was insufficient, his auxiliary spells were very powerful, which directly increased the power of his swordsmanship by nearly ten times!

"Fellow Taoist, you and I will go our separate ways! We will meet again someday if we are destined!"
To be continued...