Two figures were flashing in the air. One of them was wearing a green robe, controlling the water channel spells, and was attacking wildly; the other was a man in white robes, with white feathers all over his body. Each of those feathers was like
It has spirituality and can turn the opponent's spells invisible.
Both sides are doing their best, you come and I go, all kinds of magical powers and spells emerge in endlessly, until the top of Cangnan Mountain changes, the sky becomes dark and the earth becomes dark!
I don't know how long they fought like this, but suddenly I heard a muffled groan in the air, but it was the man in green who couldn't resist the opponent and was beaten to the ground.
This person was also very powerful. Even though he was hit by the opponent, he didn't seem to be injured at all. He turned around in mid-air and already lost most of the opponent's strength, and finally retreated back to the camp of Wushuang City lightly.
"Sorry, Lin is not good at Taoism and has embarrassed Wushuang City."
The man who returned with a face filled with shame was none other than Lin Yueque, the acting lord of Bihai Palace.
Among the crowd, Wu Ci glanced at him and said calmly: "It doesn't matter, as long as Fellow Daoist Lin is not injured. Now it's the best of four rounds, the two sides are tied, we still have a chance."
At the same time, on the other side of the top of Cangnan Mountain, the Nine Sects were excited.
"Hahaha, this battle is really satisfying! The name of Long Feiyu, the 'Hundred Feather Flying Dragon', is indeed well-deserved!" Jin Guangxian laughed loudly, looking extremely happy.
Not long ago, he lost to Chu Haotian in a battle, and he was feeling unhappy. When he turned around and saw Long Feiyu defeating Lin Yueque so cleanly, he felt that the other party had taken a bad breath for him.
Therefore, as soon as Long Feiyu returned, he was the first to congratulate him.
"Fellow Daoist Jinguang has been rewarded. I was just lucky enough to win one and a half moves. Now that four rounds have passed, we have two wins and two losses. The final result will depend on the next fellow Daoist." Long Fei.
Yu's expression remained unchanged and he said calmly.
"Well, what Sect Leader Long said is true."
Shangguan Qianye nodded, glanced at everyone, and slowly said: "Now the masters of Baiyu Sect, Su Xinzhai, Chixiao Academy, and Longya Sect have all competed on the field. In this last and most critical round,
Which Taoist friend will take the stage?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a voice shouted:
"I am willing to go!"
Shangguan Qianye looked sideways and saw that the person speaking was nine feet tall, with a wrinkled face and two ringed eyes that stared like copper bells. He was none other than the sect leader of the Gui Yi Sect, the "Hu Hou Jushi"!
"It is said that this person once had an unexpected encounter and mastered the ancient body-refining technique. He is dressed in copper skin and iron bones. He is incapable of ordinary spells. It seems that this person can go into battle."
Shangguan Qianye thought for a while and was about to speak when someone next to him said first:
"Fellow Taoist Tiger Hou, let's leave this final battle to Pindao."
The speaker was an old man of half a century, wearing a wide robe and holding a whisk. He was standing there casually, looking a little lazy.
"Lu Dazhu, do you want to compete with me for this spot in the martial arts competition?" Huhou, the layman, glared and shouted angrily.
Faced with his question, Lu Dazhu just smiled softly and said: "I know that the disciple of Hu Hou layman died at the hands of Wushuang City, so I am naturally a little angry in my heart. But the person who will fight in the final battle of Wushuang City must be Gong Yehong.
.This person practices Taoism with Wu Ci, and the "Nine Transformations of Xiaoyao Kung" may have reached the fifth level. Pindao once burned incense and discussed Taoism with him in Dongling Lake, and he knows a little bit about his background, so it would be better for Pindao to come on stage.
suitable."
After hearing this, layman Hu Hou showed a trace of hesitation on his face, but Shangguan Qianye on the side laughed and said:
"Since the head of the Wuwei Dao Sect is willing to take action, it's the best thing. This battle will be fought by fellow Taoist Lu. I hope fellow daoist will live up to expectations and get the six-finger bones for us!"
"Easy to say!"
Lu Dazhu laughed and said nothing nonsense. He made a magic spell and flew directly into the air.
From the camp of Wushuang City, someone also flew out. He was an old Taoist with a white beard, wearing a star-and-moon Taoist robe and a purple-gold hibiscus crown. He was born with a childish face and fair hair.
The two faced each other in the air, and Lu Dazhu chuckled and said: "Fellow Taoist Gongye, we meet again. Last time we discussed Taoism in Dongling Lake, Taoist Taoist discussed the mysteries, Lu still remembers it fresh. Today happens to be a
This is an opportunity to verify what you and I have learned."
"How disrespectful!"
Gong Yehong's face was expressionless, and he waved the dust in his hand, and countless brilliance circulated, like the light of the sun, moon and stars, divided into two colors of gold and silver, covering the vast sky.
Twenty-four clusters of starlight flickered in and out of the sky, and the surrounding space spun like a whirlpool. The people watching the fight below all had a strange feeling in their hearts, as if the sky, which was thousands of feet high, was suddenly close at hand.
Nalu Dazhu was in the light of the sun, moon and stars, covered by the chaotic vortex. His whole person was like a duckweed, rising and falling as the vortex rotated, erratic, as if he might be submerged at any time.
"Being able to transform the light of the sun, moon and stars into divine power and reshape the mustard space is truly worthy of the "Nine-turn Xiaoyao Kung". That Gongye Hong is only a minor success in the fifth turn, but he actually has such magical powers!" Shangguan Qianye looked at the air.
He murmured to himself about his fighting skills, with a deep fear in his eyes.
It's just that although Gong Yehong's "Nine Revolutions of Xiaoyao Kung" is powerful, Nalu Dazhu has never been swallowed up by the chaotic whirlpool around him. Even though the sun, moon and stars all work together to shine the divine light on his head, he still can't.
Let this person be killed.
"awesome!"
Within the boundless whirlpool, Lu Dazhu laughed loudly, stepped on his feet, and swam leisurely, shuttling through the gaps in this chaotic whirlpool, like a slippery swimming fish. There was no way that any magical powers could catch him.
.
"It seems that the Wuwei Dao Sect's spells are somewhat advanced. It's a pity that you fell into my hands today, but you can't make any waves."
Gong Yehong's face was indifferent, and the magic formula in his hand changed. Gale wind and thunder fire actually appeared in the mustard space. Sometimes the wind was like a knife, and sometimes the thunder and fire stirred, and the violent spiritual power surged endlessly, as if the various laws in the space were shattered.
It is necessary to re-divide the pure and turbid universe.
Such chaotic space power is only limited to Gong Yehong's mustard space. Although the monks outside can witness it with their own eyes, they cannot sense the violent aura inside.
But one thing they know is that except for Shangguan Qianye, everyone else present, no matter who is in this mustard space, will definitely die!
Shangguan Qianye was also extremely surprised, and thought to himself: "No wonder Wu Ci is known as the first person among the saints in the Wushuang Domain. It seems that his reputation is not in vain. Even the disciples trained by him are so powerful, and I am far behind him!
"
Everyone had their own thoughts, and looking at the mustard space, Lu Dazhu lost his initial calmness, his face was extremely solemn, his hands quickly made seals, and colorful rays of light appeared around him, turning into seven flags, protecting him tightly.
inside.
This seven-sided flag is called the "Mending Sky Flag". It is said to be a magic weapon refined from a colorful sacred stone. It can stop wind, fire, water and thunder, and is not afraid of swords, guns, swords and halberds. The colorful glow can also break through the void and travel around.
Wanli is Lu Dazhu's magic weapon at the bottom of the box.
Now that he is using this set of magic weapons, he has reached the point where he can no longer hold on. The surrounding wind, thunder and fire are constantly roaring, and the space vortex is rolling and roaring. If he delays for a moment longer, he may really die.
As soon as this "Tian-Mending Flag" came out, the colorful rays of light immediately opened up a space for him, blocking the nearby wind, thunder, fire and space vortex from outside.
It's just that although the "Bu Tian Banner" bought him a chance to breathe, it couldn't completely break Gong Yehong's mustard space. The pressure from all around was still pouring towards him. Lu Dazhu couldn't escape and could only grit his teeth and hold on.
, the spiritual light all over his body was distorted and deformed by the pressure, green smoke was rising from the top of his head, and his face turned red.
Of these two Taoist masters, one used magical powers to suppress them, while the other used magic weapons to resist.
Although Gong Yehong had the upper hand, because the "Bu Tian Banner" was so extraordinary, he was unable to capture Lu Dazhu for the time being. He could only use the strong wind, thunder and fire in the mustard space to continuously bombard the opponent in an attempt to slowly eat away at the opponent.
The eight masters at the top of Cangnan Mountain are all the ancestors of the Tribulation. Seeing the situation of the battle, they all know that Lu Dazhu's defeat is only a matter of time. As long as Gong Yehong's magical power persists, it can take as short as a few hours or as long as half a day. Lu Dazhu will be defeated.
Sooner or later, you will still be defeated.
“Not good”
Shangguan Qianye sighed secretly, his face was anxious, his mind was racing, and he was thinking of a countermeasure when he suddenly heard a burst of singing coming from the horizon in the distance.
The song goes: "Send spring across the river, toast the east wind with wine, smell the fragrance and know the elegant guests, lie drunk in the blue sky!"
Hearing the singing, everyone on the top of the mountain was a little surprised. Almost at the same time, they looked to the horizon. They saw a caravan coming from the vast sky.
There are more than ten carriages in the team, all of them are magnificent and magnificent, surrounded by auspicious clouds. In front of the carriages are various rare birds and animals acting as the drivers, walking on the ground in the blue clouds and blue sky.
In the middle of the caravan, there were more than ten monks riding spiritual beasts, carrying a large flag on their shoulders. There were several large characters written on the flag, which was: "Smell the Fragrance Chamber of Commerce"!
"Wenxiang Chamber of Commerce? What are they doing here?"
Everyone at the top of Cangnan Mountain, whether they were the seven Huajie Ancestors from Wushuang City or the heads of the nine sects, were a little confused at this time and were unsure of the intention of the person coming.
Although the caravan was far away in the horizon, the spirit beast pulling the car was extremely fast. In just the blink of an eye, it had already reached the top of Cangnan Mountain.
The leading carriage was extremely spacious, with walls made of gold bricks and a roof made of white jade. There were three people sitting in the carriage, all of whom were at the level of the Tribulation Realm.
The three people from left to right are: an elderly scholar, a middle-aged businessman and a monk in white.
The scholar was over fifty years old, wearing an old brown robe, a scribe's scarf, and a long beard under his forehead. He was looking around, looking a little absent-minded.
The businessman sitting in the middle has a fat head and big ears, and is wearing gold and silver. He has been smiling since he got close to the top of the mountain, and he looks like a good old man.
As for the monk, he was barefoot and white-robed, sitting on a nine-pin lotus platform. His eyes were as bright as the stars in the sky. There was a string of rosary beads hanging on his neck. Each rosary bead was the size of a baby's fist, with a total of eighteen beads. When the threads are strung together, they look completely different from ordinary Buddhist beads.
"Elder Gan?"
Shangguan Qianye did not know the two people on the left and right, but he knew the businessman in the middle. This man was one of the three elders of the Wenxiang Chamber of Commerce, named Qianlong.
"Today is an agreement between our nine major sects and Wushuang City to discuss Tao. What kind of wind blew your Wenxiang Chamber of Commerce here?" Shangguan Qianye asked.
After hearing this, Qianlong chuckled and said: "Fellow Taoist Shangguan, Gan has no other purpose in coming here. He just wants to be a lobbyist and persuade everyone to stop fighting and make peace."
Although he said these words with a smile, he used his magical power, and his voice was heard far away. On the top of Cangnan Mountain, people from both the Nine Major Sects and Wushuang City could hear clearly.
Before Shangguan Qianye could speak, Gong Yehong frowned in mid-air and sneered: "You Wenxiang Chamber of Commerce are really proud of you! This competition has reached the last round. It is only a matter of time before the old Taoist wins. Why? Do I listen to you?"
Even so, he did not continue to activate the Gangfeng Leihuo, but temporarily trapped Lu Dazhu with the mustard seed space to listen to what Qianlong would say next.
Unexpectedly, before Qianlong could answer, the monk in white next to him smiled and said:
"Haha, the grudges between Wushuang City and the nine major sects actually boil down to the 'six finger bones'. But as far as the young monk knows, the total number of finger bones on your hands is only four. Since they can't be put together, Liugan, why do you need to make such an earth-shattering noise?"
As soon as these words came out, many of the monks present showed doubts. On the side of Wushuang City, Wu Ci glanced at him and asked, "Excuse Wu's poor eyesight, who is this fellow Taoist?"
"He is one of the nineteen star officials in Tiangong City, the successor of the Angry Monk, and his dharma name is Lotus Heart Master." Qianlong introduced from the side.
"It turns out he is the descendant of the Angry Monk, disrespectful and disrespectful!"
Wu Ci's face became solemn, and he cupped his hands and said, "Master Lianxin came all the way to mediate the grievances between our Wushuang City and the nine major sects?"
"exactly!"
Master Lian Xin clasped his hands together, whispered the Buddha's name, and said: "Wushuang City rules an area and has been at peace with the nine major sects for many years. But now it is at war because of the 'Six Finger Bones' matter. In the long run, it will inevitably shake the area."
Genji. The young monk couldn’t bear to see the chaos in Wushuang Domain, so he came here specifically to be a lobbyist.”
He looked compassionate and compassionate, and many people present who didn't know what he was doing thought he was really a virtuous and eminent monk.
Wu Ci thought for a while and asked: "Then according to what fellow Taoist said, how should we deal with today's matter?"
"Simple."
Master Lianxin smiled slightly and replied: "In my opinion, it's better for everyone to turn the war into jade and put the 'six-finger bones' together, and first find the 'Tianji Box' from the void."
"Oh?" Wu Ci raised his eyebrows and asked, "From what my fellow Taoist said, do you know the whereabouts of the other two phalanges?"
"good!"
Master Lianxin said with a smile: "One of the other two phalanges is in the hands of the Wenxiang Chamber of Commerce, and the other is in the hands of the young monk. As long as everyone puts aside their past grudges and gathers the six phalanges together, the 'Tianji Box' will be able to see the light of day again today."