On Yinu Island, smoke and dust billowed, sand and rocks flew, and loud noises erupted from time to time. The scene of landslides and ground cracking on the island could be seen dozens of miles away.
However, this scene and movement are not due to natural disasters, but due to a battle between experts.
Thousands of demons who were originally hiding in the dark and coveting Yiwu Island now showed their whereabouts. They stared at the battle on the island with big eyes and uncertain expressions, and from time to time they bared their teeth, smacked their tongues, and exclaimed.
The eyes of several disheveled demon cultivators flickered and they praised: "The Quanzhen Sect and the Junzi Kingdom are indeed rare sects that truly teach the true Dharma in our ancient world. You see, Bai Yunxiao and others have only practiced for less than two hundred years, but they have practiced cultivation for less than two hundred years.
It’s really rare that his magical powers are so extraordinary, and that he can survive undefeated under the hands of Taoist Fu..."
"What's the use of that?" A fat old woman with big ears snorted coldly, "This old bastard like Taoist Fu is also a master who has been famous for more than 800 years. His Eight Winds Tianyin Gong is useless. If
If you use it, you will already kill the juniors on the island..."
"Grandma Ling, you and Taoist Fu have been friends for a long time, so naturally you can say good things to him. I think Taoist Fu may not be the opponent of Bai Yunxiao and the others. They are both Confucian and Taoist."
The old woman glared, waved her hands, and with a soft snap, the evil cultivator who spoke was knocked out of the sea.
"Junior is rude and dares to say anything. Besides, I'll beat you to death!"
Seeing that Granny Ling was angry, everyone was so frightened that they moved aside tens of feet. The evil cultivator who was knocked down to the bottom of the sea did not dare to come forward. He just stayed in the sea obediently and waited until Granny Ling was far away before he dared to quietly come forward.
"Brother, you are so bold. How dare you talk about that old incident..."
"There are many people here, so it's better to be careful..."
Several evil cultivators pulled up the evil cultivators from the bottom of the sea and started talking about them.
The evil cultivator smoothed his hair and snorted coldly: "I see that Bai Yunxiao and the others are not leaving with Yinu Island. They clearly have something to rely on. The Master of the Killing Sect, Mother Haiyue, Taoist Fu, and the Three-Eyed God Lord are all top masters.
, but if Bai Yunxiao possesses the thunder method and the way of sacrificing one's life for righteousness inherited by figures like Emperor Qingxuan and Master Sheng, who are their opponents?"
Everyone was speechless when they thought of the Fuzi Sheng who shocked and killed Duan Ao Haidu and the Emperor Qingxuan who killed fifty Hai Ancestors.
While all the evil cultivators were talking about it, Taoist Fu, who had been blocked by Bai Yunxiao and other Junzi disciples' inscriptions with many spells, became a little embarrassed.
In the middle of Yinu Island is a shining Confucian temple. After thousands of years of inscriptions and sacrifices by countless Confucian scholars, this Confucian temple has long become the most important magic weapon in the country of Junzi, and has extraordinary divine power.
Bai Yunxiao led his junior disciples to guard in front of the Dacheng Hall. With the help of the literary spirit of the Confucian Temple, he was confident that he was not afraid of the peerless masters, so he allowed Taoist Fu to cast spells. Bai Yunxiao and other disciples just released the inscription weapon and blocked Taoist Fu's thunder spell.
Magic weapon, etc.
After being unable to attack for a long time, Taoist Fu had already noticed that he had no desire to stop. Mother Haiyue and Lord Sanyan looked down on him, and felt a little anxious in their hearts. They cursed, "I can't help but catch you, but Taoist is going to do something real!"
After saying this, Taoist Fu immediately shouted, took out two large conchs, then placed the conchs in front of him and shouted: "Hey!"
An invisible sound wave carries an overwhelming sound that disturbs people's minds, gasping, roaring, thundering, landslides, tsunamis... There are eight kinds of strange sounds, each of which is enough to kill famous people in the wild sea. This move
After using it, not only the onlookers' fairies' expressions were horrified, but even Haiyue's old mother, who was originally smiling, also became solemn. As for the three-eyed king, his face remained expressionless.
Duan Wuyu chuckled and said: "Taoist Fu used his magical power to press the bottom of the box, and the little Confucian scholars will definitely not be able to handle it now!"
As if to confirm Juan Wuyu's words, the next second more than 30 inscriptions hanging high above the Confucian Temple fell down and hit the soil heavily.
The owners of these inscriptions, that is, Bai Yunxiao and other third-generation disciples of the Junzi Sect, all looked as red as if they were drunk, and even staggered to the point where they could no longer stand.
Taoist Fu blinked his little eyes, touched his mustache proudly, and sneered: "I am not a good assassin, you still don't know how powerful I am..."
As he spoke, he shouted with all his strength: "Hush!"
Another invisible eight-note sound wave swept out. Even though Bai Yunxiao and other disciples were protected by the Confucian Temple, more than twenty of them fell down in an instant. Bai Yunxiao and other more advanced practitioners also began to bleed from their mouths and noses, unable to control themselves.
"Good spell!"
He couldn't help but cheer loudly and praised: "Brother Dao, this Eight Winds Tianyin is indeed a magical power that shakes the West Sea!"
The Taoist priest was quite proud of himself. He first bowed his hands and said humbly, then squinted his eyes and looked at Bai Yunxiao, the only one standing in the Confucian Temple, and coldly snorted: "This scholar Bai is quite a tough guy. Scholar Bai, if you surrender obediently, I'll do it."
If you become a disciple under Pindao, I will let you wait, okay?"
Bai Yunxiao glanced at Taoist Fu with disdain and snorted: "You are just an old bat who has become a spirit. I don't know where you learned the magic of Buddhism and Demonism, and you have become famous. How can you be worthy of being a master of a niche?"
Taoist Fu's face darkened and he shouted angrily: "Then go find your dead ghost master and Emperor Qingxuan!"
After Taoist Fu roared angrily, he immediately used his power to cast a spell, and shouted to the two conchs again: "Ha!"
After Bai Yunxiao finished cursing Taoist Fu, he looked around and saw that no one was standing next to him. The juniors were lying or lying down. Their faces were pale and their orifices were bleeding. It was obvious that they were seriously injured.
Seeing such tragic images, Bai Yunxiao couldn't help but smile bitterly and thought: Is the Junzi sect of our Quanzhen sect going to be exterminated here today? Is there no room for the noble sect in this world?
Bai Yunxiao wanted to roar, but he had a splitting headache and his whole body was sore and weak. Watching Taoist Fu perform the Eight Winds Tianyin Kung again, Bai Yunxiao was unable to resist. He could only grit his teeth and take a step forward, hoping to use his own strength.
He raised his body to resist the younger brothers, and felt the tremor when the sound wave approached. Bai Yunxiao felt that he would turn into flesh in the next moment. He vaguely seemed to see Master Qingxuan's uncle, and couldn't help but laugh: "Master's uncle
, Disciples have not insulted our Quanzhen Sect..."
After saying this, Bai Yunxiao felt relieved and faced his impending death calmly. However, after waiting for several breaths, he did not feel any pain at all. He even felt a warm current running through his body, and his pain was instantly cured.
Bai Yunxiao was astonished, and then he heard the approval of Master Qingxuan's uncle: "Good boy, you have indeed not insulted the Junzi Sect or the Quanzhen Sect!"
Bai Yunxiao blinked, and when he saw Emperor Qingxuan floating half in the air in front of him with his feet stepping on white clouds, his eyes suddenly turned red, and he knelt down and shouted: "Uncle, you are really the master!"
Behind Lin Qingxuan were Li Mochou, Xiao Longnu, Yang Ming, Zhang Sanfeng and Shen Tongyuan. When they arrived near Yinu Island, they noticed the sound and traces of fighting on the island. They hurriedly hid their bodies and approached quietly, and then they saw it.
Taoist Fu used Ba Feng Tianyin's magic twice in succession to knock down Bai Yunxiao and other disciples in the Confucian Temple.
Lin Qingxuan originally wanted to show Yang Ming and others the magical powers of the peerless masters in the wild sea, but seeing that Taoist Fu wanted to kill them all, he had no choice but to sigh lightly, snap his fingers and release the cold air of black ice to block the Eight Winds Tianyin, and then brought
Five people fell.
The Fu Taoist had confidently killed Bai Yunxiao and the others in one fell swoop, and then used their remaining souls to search for their souls to find out their Confucianism and Taoism. However, a white mist suddenly fell from the sky, and his Eight Winds Tianyin crashed into it.
It disappeared silently.
Immediately, Taoist Fu's expression changed with fright. After he saw clearly the four Taoists, a man and a woman, who had fallen behind, he became even more vigilant and temporarily collected the conch. When he heard what Bai Yunxiao said and saw him kneeling down and kowtow, Fu Taoist
The Taoist's heart sank, and then he kept looking at Lin Qingxuan and whispered: "The long beard beats his chest, the red and phoenix eyes, and the smile... It is indeed Emperor Qingxuan... But isn't he dead?"
Emperor Qingxuan was originally unknown in the wild sea, but later he became famous after a battle with the Haizumen on Yinu Island. Taoist Fu felt frightened when he thought of Quanzhen's leader, Emperor Qingxuan's thunder method that could kill forty-nine ancestors at once.
, the figure involuntarily stepped back several hundred feet, and landed next to Duan Wuyu, the three-eyed Lord, and Mother Haiyue.
"Is it really Emperor Qingxuan? He didn't die?"
"I heard that Brother Bei Sanhe of the Haizu Sect said that the forty-nine ancestors killed by Emperor Qingxuan were all cast by Lord Whale Swallowing Star to lead their souls to the star world for reincarnation. Now that Lord Whale Swallowing Star has taken action, then
Emperor Qingxuan was still alive when he used the thunder method at that time, is it possible that the Star Master could spare him?"
"Weird!"
"But isn't this the face of Emperor Qingxuan? His appearance is just that, and he has the magical power to easily resolve my Eight Winds Tianyin's special skills. Apart from him, I'm afraid there won't be anyone with this level of cultivation in the wild sea!"
The three-eyed man grinned and said, "Why are you bragging for Emperor Qingxuan? Is it possible that you are afraid of him?"
Taoist Fu said angrily: "What did you say? Do you think you are better than the Jinlin ancestors? Or are you comparable to the fifty ancestors of the Shanghai sect?"
The three-eyed man chuckled and said: "I am not as good as them, but now that Old Man Jingyan has taken action, Emperor Qingxuan will definitely not survive. Do you think Emperor Qingxuan is a figure that even the Lord of Taiyi Star is afraid of?
"
The Taoist priest hesitated for a moment: "This..."
Duan Buyu squinted his eyes and looked at Emperor Qingxuan and his subordinates who were chatting with Bai Yunxiao and others, and said in a deep voice: "The Lord Shen said that Emperor Qingxuan is fake."
The Three-Eyed Lord was silent for a moment and said: "If it is true, wouldn't it be a slap in the face of the Haizumen and the old man Jingtun... I will tell if it is true or not once I try it!"
The Three-Eyed Lord took a step forward as he spoke, and then appeared ten feet in front of the Confucian Temple. Looking at the "Emperor Qingxuan" and others in front of the Dacheng Hall, he sneered: "The Lord of the Three-Eyed Kingdom has come to learn the Quanzhen Sect's brilliant moves.
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Lin Qingxuan rescued Bai Yunxiao and other disciples, and after frightening away Master Fu, the disciples of Junzimen came forward and kowtowed. After Lin Qingxuan and others fell down, they helped them up to talk. After introducing Li Mochou, Xiao Longnu and Yang Ming,
Just as he was about to tell Bai Yunxiao that Shen Yi, Mo Qi and other great scholars had been reincarnated and re-cultivated, he suddenly heard the three-eyed master shouting, so he frowned.
Bai Yunxiao hurriedly whispered: "The Three-Eyed Lord is a famous figure in the East China Sea. He has already joined the Haizu Sect. His three-eyed divine light is very powerful. Master, please pay attention."
Lin Qingxuan didn't even look at the three-eyed master. Li Mochou and Xiao Longnu also smiled and waved, transformed into ice chairs and pulled him to sit down. Yang Ming, who knew the old master's thoughts best, took a step forward and bowed: "Master
Uncle, the thief is shouting, please allow your disciples to kill him!"
Bai Yunxiao had just learned Yang Ming's identity. He felt that Brother Yang was just a disciple of the same generation as him. How could he be the opponent of the Three-Eyed Lord? Worried that he was not aware of his power, he hurriedly whispered: "Senior Brother Yang, don't be careless.
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Yang Ming smiled and said: "Thank you, junior brother, for reminding me. I have a set of 'Chang Geng Qi Sword'. Our Qingxuan Patriarch was full of praise after seeing it. I just used it today to show off my power and scare the evil spirits in the wild sea!"
Lin Qingxuan has long seen that the magic power of the Three-Eyed Lord is far inferior to that of the True Immortal Yang Shen. Even if Yang Ming only has the body of the Yang Shen but no physical body, he can only use 30% of the 10% cost, but with the Chang Geng Water Sword, it is enough to win.
So he said calmly: "Go tomorrow, don't hold back."
Yang Ming agreed loudly, then straightened his back, and instantly burst out with sword intent that soared to the sky, causing Bai Yunxiao to lose consciousness for a moment, and the three-eyed master's expression tightened.
"Who are you?"
Yang Ming took a step forward and said slowly: "Yang Ming, a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect."
After Yang Ming finished speaking, he waved his right hand, and the waves around him trembled. More than a hundred pale white water droplets carried hundreds of unique sword skills and magical skills, and swept towards the Three-Eyed Lord with the sword intent that soared to the sky.
Among the immortals on the island and outside the island, only Lin Qingxuan, Xiao Longnu, Li Mochou, Zhang Sanfeng, and Shen Tongyuan could see the essence of this move. Zhang Sanfeng was secretly calculating in his heart: Huashan Xiyi Sword, Chaoyang
There are also Quanzhen swordsmanship, Wudang swordsmanship, Yue Nu swordsmanship, Yuxiao swordsmanship, Xuantie swordsmanship, Yang's quick sword, Mingfu swordsmanship, Qimen five swords...
Every water droplet is a sword, which contains a set of superior swordsmanship and sword moves. Zhang Sanfeng, Shen Tongyuan, Li Mochou, Xiao Longnu and other great masters of swordsmanship can't help but secretly admire Yang Ming when they see him take action.
Zhang Sanfeng even sighed: "Brother Yang Dao is indeed a swordsman. This move is truly a stroke of genius!"
Zhang Sanfeng and others could clearly see the power of Yang Ming's move, but the Three-Eyed Master had never been exposed to the immortal trick taught by Quanzhen. At first, he thought it was some kind of water drop magic weapon, and he was busy using his magic power to release the evil wind to resist it, but when the evil wind was blocked by
After the sharp sword energy of "Water Drop" was torn apart, Sanyanjun suddenly woke up. At this time, Chang Geng's water sword was already several feet in front of him, and it was too late to dodge and resist.
In a hurry, the third eye on the forehead of the Three-Eyed Lord suddenly emitted a golden light. This golden light flew out and split into hundreds of rays, each of which hit a drop of Chang Geng Water Sword.
Hundreds of drops of Chang Geng Water Sword exploded and turned into mist. The Three-Eyed Master was relieved, but the next moment his vision went dark, and Yang Ming appeared in front of him.
A pair of extremely sharp water-flowing hands flew out from Yang Ming's waist, and suddenly grabbed the body of the three-eyed master, and then Yang Ming stabbed forward with his index finger.
Everyone heard a "pop" sound, and then a deep blood hole opened in Sanyanjun's forehead and he fell to the ground dead. Yang Ming's blood-stained palm held a piece of gold that was neither gold nor jade, with a dark
Golden textured eyes.
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