Half a year later, I was in a place full of spiritual energy.
A group of attic palaces are built among high mountains and flowing water, and there are many kinds of water pavilions among them.
There were clouds and mist in the sky, and there was a vague barrier that enveloped the entire area for thousands of miles.
At some point, a flying boat arrived near the barrier from a distance, and a young man in red robe looked down at all the buildings in the distance with a cold expression.
"Miss Yaoyu, there is only one Nascent Soul cultivator in charge of Shuiyun Pavilion, right?" Dongfang Zimo confirmed again to Yaoyu on the side.
"There is only one supreme elder in Shuiyun Pavilion. I heard that he has entered the early stage of Yuanying hundreds of years ago. Zimo, do you really want to take action directly? There are still five golden elixir monks in Shuiyun Pavilion." Yaoyu
He looked at Dongfang Zimo with some worry.
"Don't worry, Miss Yaoyu, I won't do anything I'm not sure about." Dongfang Zimo said confidently.
"Don't worry, sister, Senior Dongfang is not an ordinary monk."
"You guys stay here for now. Tianbao, please come out as well. If anything goes wrong, take them away directly." Dongfang Zimo patted the spirit beast bag, and a burst of fire flew out. Tianbao appeared on the flying boat, but he was a little lazy.
Yawning.
"Tianbao!" When Yaoyu saw Tianbao appearing, she ran over happily and patted Tianbao on the head.
Without thinking, Dongfang Zimo escaped from the light and turned into a rainbow that flew out and quickly disappeared into the horizon.
In less than a moment, Dongfang Zimo appeared above Shuiyun Pavilion.
He kneaded the formula and recited a Sanskrit sound. A golden light flashed behind him, and a ten-foot-long dharma image of the gods condensed out.
Dongfang Zimo held the Qingyun Sword in his hand with his five fingers, and slashed out a crescent sword energy with one swing.
At the same time, the god of law in the sky opened his eyes and waved a sword energy of a hundred feet.
With a loud "boom", Shuiyun Pavilion's sect-protecting formation trembled violently under the bombardment of these two sword energies, but it was not broken, but cracks appeared quickly.
Dongfang Zimo frowned, obviously he didn't expect this formation to be so strong.
Just when he was about to slash out a sword energy, dozens of rays of light suddenly flew out from below and surrounded Dongfang Zimo with great force.
The aura exuded by these monks is only at the foundation-building stage, and the one with the highest cultivation level is only a middle-stage golden elixir.
Not only that, a large number of monks are constantly flying out from below.
"Your Majesty, you are so brave! You dare to come to Shuiyun Pavilion alone to cause trouble!" An old man wearing a white robe and a Buddha-dusted wrist flew out from among a dozen monks and stared at Dongfang Zimo with wide eyes.
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But when the white-robed old man swept his consciousness towards Dongfang Zimo, he was horrified to find that the other party was actually a late-stage Jindan monk.
The old man in white robe was startled, but he did not rush to take action, but waited for other elders to arrive.
"Who is Elder Shen?" Dongfang Zimo ignored this person and used secret techniques to transmit the voice.
"Who's looking for me!" Within a moment, a buzzing old voice came from a distance, and a golden light flashed in the air. Within a few breaths, he appeared next to the old man in white robe, and a man with a solemn face appeared.
The old man with a beard.
When the old man in white robe who narrated the story saw the old man with a long beard, he felt relieved.
"Are you that Shen Meng?" Dongfang Zimo glared sharply at the old man with a beard, and found that his appearance was exactly the same as the jade slip given by Yaoyu.
"That's right, I am. What do you want from this fellow Taoist?" The old man with a beard is also a late-stage Golden Elixir monk. When he discovered Dongfang Zimo's cultivation, he couldn't help showing a hint of surprise on his face and said with an arched hand.
But the next moment his expression changed, and he backed away hundreds of feet in anger.
Dongfang Zimo actually took action without saying anything, and the Qingyun Sword turned into hundreds of flying swords, all flying towards him.
A ray of light flew out of the old man with a sharp beard, and a jade bowl was thrown out and turned into a huge mountain in a blink of an eye, sucking all the flying swords into the jade bowl.
The old man in white robe looked at Dongfang Yuheng who seemed to be coming specifically towards Elder Shen Meng. He stood there in astonishment. After a while, several powerful rays of light flew towards him. They were the other three elders of Shuiyun Pavilion.
"Where are you from?" A long-bearded old man in the middle stage of the Golden Core shouted angrily. He sacrificed a jade ruler and turned it into a ray of light to join the battle.
The other elders also sacrificed their magical weapons one after another, and for a while they had a heated fight with Dongfang Zimo.
Faced with the siege of so many golden elixir monks, Dongfang Zimo did not panic at all. He patted the storage bag and the Qiankun Umbrella flew out. A strange wind blew down, and all the magic weapons in the hands of the five elders were blown away by the Qiankun Umbrella. Tucked into the umbrella.
"What! My Heavenly Spirit Ruler!" The long-bearded old man screamed and tried to stop him, but to no avail he was swept away.
The same scene happened to several other elders.
After the magic weapons were taken away, these elders gathered together and stared at Dongfang Zimo warily.
"Who are you, Your Excellency, and why are you opposing our Shuiyun Pavilion!" A middle-aged man in blue robe wearing a headband said seriously.
"As long as you hand over this old man Shen Meng, I will leave here immediately!" Dongfang Zimo put all the collected magic weapons into the storage bag and said coldly.
When the man in blue robe heard this, he glanced at the old man with a beard in some astonishment.
Several other elders also looked at Shen Meng with surprised eyes, wondering how the other party provoked this madman and actually entered Shuiyun Pavilion alone to seek death.
"Hmph! Madman, you attack Shuiyun Pavilion and still want to leave alive! Let me see if I don't capture you alive!" The old man with a beard roared angrily, patted the storage bag, and held a fiery red sword in his hand, with all the magic power in his body. He disappeared in an instant, and the next moment he appeared in front of Dongfang Zimo and stabbed him with his sword.
Dongfang Zimo did not dodge, letting the long sword penetrate straight into his abdomen, but there was no look of pain on his face.
"No! Illusion?" The old man with a long beard turned away from his originally happy expression and shouted in surprise.
"I discovered it a bit late!" Dongfang Zimo appeared in the sky above the old man with a beard at some unknown time, and waved a crescent sword energy. At the same time, the god's dharma sign on his body also displayed the same sword energy.
The old man with a beard turned pale, and he shouted and called out an iron bell. As soon as the bell rang, a huge phantom of the iron bell emerged, covering him inside.
Not only that, a huge dharma image also appeared behind the old man with a beard, his face was ferocious, like an evil god.
Two sword energy slashed down, and the Evil God Dharma Prime raised his hand, holding a shield in front of him. Although it withstood most of the damage, it was still shattered by the blow.
Even those iron bells were cut with huge dents by the sword energy.
The old man with a sharp beard couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, his aura weakened a lot, and he appeared next to the other four elders in a flash.
"This madman's strength should not be underestimated. Let's work together to take him down!" The old man in white robe glanced at the old man with a beard and said with a frown. The Buddha Dust Spirit on his hand shone brightly.