On Zhenwu Mountain, everyone in the Wudang Sect raised their heads in surprise and watched the clouds and mist appear slowly.

The entire Zhenwu Mountain is actually a very harmonious, unified and complete mountain. In addition to the top and the mountainside, there are two open spaces like a knife and axe.

These two open spaces have a vast area and are used as the place of martial arts training grounds and sects. There is also a large flat land behind the mountain, which is the real place of the Wudang Taoist Temple.

As for other palaces, they are placed on ridges that look like slopes, connected by various plank roads and pavilions, and are decorated with various phoenix wings and gold and jade glazed tiles, forming an extremely distinctive and ornamental mountain landscape.

That is, this area can be used in such decorations. After all, no matter what the four countries care about, no court comes to take accountable. If it appears in other areas of the river, it will be directly captured by the cavalry of the court as a role model.

This area has become a variety of places for Jiyue. The old Taoist priests have never agreed to create their own Taoist temples. Even if Wudang's approach makes sense, at least the pilgrims who come and go have to spend a lot of money.

Under this kind of incense burner and surrounded by clouds, Zhenwu Mountain has also gained many good reputations. The most famous one is naturally the spectacular scene of Zhenwu, watching the clouds in Cangshan!

And that poem that seemed to be spoken by the founding ancestors of Wudang since ancient times, during these sixty years, due to the prosperity of Wudang, it spread all over the world.

"How can Xuanming paint Zhenwu? He uses the sky as ink and earth as books!"

The popularity of this poem, coupled with the sea of ​​clouds that gather and the fog that rises every day, makes the reputation of the Taoist ancestral temple in Zhenwu Mountain more prosperous, and therefore, in everyone's mind, there is a stronger and more fantastic color here.

Today, the atmosphere on Zhenwu Mountain is even more intense than sixty years ago. People from the seven major sects occupy one position. Although they look scattered, they lock all the escape positions on the entire mountain firmly.

Although the Wudang Sect has its own secret escape passage, it is impossible to have the opportunity to use it under such strict care. They have thought of fighting to the death, but the difference in the number of people is several times that of their combat effectiveness!

Each of the eight major sects is well-known in the area under their jurisdiction, and even famous. Sixty years ago, it should have been the battle to destroy the family in Wudang!

"Sixty years ago, you wanted to destroy me, Wudang. Unexpectedly, sixty years later, those people at that time have become dead bones in the tomb, and you still haven't let us go!" The head of Wudang was a middle-aged man with a square face, but he looked a little sad at this moment.

"There is no need to be like this in the head of Ming Shang." A middle-aged scholar came from the crowd opposite. Most of the people in these sects seemed to be at this age, and this person should also be the head of the sect.

"The rise and fall of the sect is common, and we have not said that we will kill you all, right?"

From his perspective, he was naturally light and fluttering, like a feather falling down, but he couldn't see the Wudang disciples gritting their teeth. Even some people who devoted themselves to practicing Taoism could not bear the resentment in their hearts.

"It's really shameless!" Someone couldn't help but stand up. This person was almost sixty years old. He was all white, but he was already gray. "At the time, Master Taizhen was born to be a fool of the people, have things and principles, love the virtue of life, and be in line with the people's hearts, so he spared you eight families. Didn't you think that the matter of Dongguo will be done today?"

"The Taoist Master Mingde, who is not practicing your immortals in your Taoist temple, actually came here? Come here, send the Taoist Master back to recite scriptures!" The middle-aged scholar had a good attitude towards the head of Wudang, but obviously did not have such good patience towards the old man.

Although the two were the heads of the sect and the other was the abbot (the Taoist sect is also called the abbot), in the eyes of martial arts people, the Taoist Ming Shang, the first sword of Zhenwu, was worthy of their eye-catching eyes. The Taoist priests who recited scriptures in the Taoist temple and served the Heavenly Master were not qualified to give them a different look.

With a wave of his hand, two people holding swords walked over, trying to hold the old Taoist priest, but as soon as they helped, they immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"Rareless, I think who dares!" Ni Renren was still angry, Zhang Mingshang was not really accused of being accused of being accused of being accused of being accused of being accused of being accused of being accused of being accused of being accused of being accused of being accused of being accused of being accused of being accused of being accused of being accused of

"Wang Lun! Everyone says that you are both great at writing and swords, so don't bully people too much!" He forced himself to suppress the anger in his heart and led people to save his teacher and brother, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

The middle-aged scholar was waiting for this moment. He and the people around him raised the weapons in his hands. At the same time, there were still some people from sects, including swords, guns, swords and halberds, and some people with great hands and eyes even took out bows and crossbows, which were absolutely forbidden in the court.

"I'm bullying you, so what!" Wang Lun directly revealed a shocking secret, "Do you think I didn't see the team you sent to ask for help? That old guy didn't come! Sixty years have passed, he is already in a state of disgrace, right?"

"You who have lost the greatest help, may you still want to live today?" He looked at the fog gradually spreading around him, "Do I still have to wait for you to set up the formation so that this thick fog can spread all over our bodies?"

"I'm afraid of you, you won't do it!" Wang Lun said, "Since you have to do it first, then I'll kill you all here. I'm sure no one in the world will say I'm not!"

Zhang Mingshang resisted his anger that was accumulated in his heart. He knew that this battle would not work. "All disciples will follow my orders and form the Zhenwu Seven-Section Formation!"

"No!" All the disciples roared angrily, and the people around them prepared their weapons one after another, and all the battle was about to break out!

"Today, kill all the entire Zhenwu Mountain, kill all the living mouths, and keep all the chickens and dogs!" A rough and domineering voice came from the air, almost everyone was surrounded by their hearts, and the rest did not say too much, a battle was essential.

Just when the war was in close contact, something seemed to be wrong. The originally faint mist suddenly became richer, and everyone was immediately surrounded by thick fog, without seeing any other colors.

Not to mention that they could not see their fingers, even if they tried hard to see them, they could only see some white air masses on the spot. Where could they see other people?

"Stop fighting and be on guard!" All the hosts yelled at almost the same time. If the fight starts at this time, you don't even know how many people you killed.

"It's you who did it!" Wang Lun and Zhang Mingshang roared almost at the same time, and suddenly looked at each other again. They seemed to be able to touch each other's figure based on the location of the other's site in their memory, but so what?

Under the cover of this white mist, who can really know where the other party is? These white mists even blocked their perception and internal energy, leaving only endless psychedelics.

"Please wait a moment. You are on the way. In order to prevent sudden killing, you have to come up with this worst. Don't blame me, don't blame me!" The clear and clear boy's voice sounded, which made everyone present even more confused.

Is it really possible for people to make the foggy mountain disappear?

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