The prey in Sai Yakou suddenly disappeared in front of his eyes. The lynx was greatly stimulated and flew angrily towards the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords below, trampling on the mountain top with its broad feet.
The rocks on the mountain fell rustlingly, and the Wanjian Tomb, which had been dormant for many years, felt threatened. They started to argue, left the mountain top, and flew around, accidentally injuring many disciples.
Some disciples were stabbed in the chest and vomited blood.
Some disciples were hit by a sword in the back and staggered to the ground.
Some disciples were afraid and pushed each other, causing injuries.
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The Jian sect has been well organized since its inception, and the Canglan sect, which is still standing, is in chaos for a while, which is tantamount to a hell on earth.
When Gao Daocheng came to inquire, he saw this scene.
He stood in mid-air, looking down, and his dark eyes seemed to hide an undercurrent, rising and falling, making it difficult to guess.
Instead of rescuing those injured disciples who could not escape, he condensed spiritual power in his hands to form a cover that covered the entire mountain, trapping the ferocious beasts and the injured disciples together.
"Other disciples, listen to my order and form an array!" Gao Daocheng's voice, blessed by spiritual power, reached the ears of every disciple.
The disciples outside the spiritual power shield changed their panic expressions and spontaneously formed an array around the spiritual power shield. All kinds of spiritual powers gathered together to strengthen the spiritual power shield even more unbreakably.
"Master, save us." The people in the spiritual shield couldn't hear Gao Daocheng's voice, and still looked at Gao Daocheng in the air with hope.
But as the formation moved, the disciples inside the hood seemed to suddenly understand something, and their eyes changed from shock to panic to madness.
Ignoring the swords stuck in their bodies and the wounds still bleeding, they crawled on the ground with their hands, crawling step by step to the edge of the spiritual shield, patting the shield.
"Open it!"
"Open!"
"Master! We are also disciples of the Canglan Sect."
"Why can't we live!"
Seeing that calling for help was in vain, Xu Shi's desire to live was suddenly amplified. The disciples trapped inside fended for themselves and used spiritual power to attack the spiritual power shield.
Gao Daocheng looked at this group of disciples who were as ridiculous as ants and refused to sacrifice obediently, and said coldly: "All disciples, listen to my order. Anyone who tries to open the spiritual shield, no matter who it is, will be killed."
After saying that, Gao Daocheng flew away and went straight to Qingjing Peak.
The main hall of Qingjing Peak has been surrounded by people, Zhang Xuanfeng, Gao Daocheng and the elders are all there.
"Yan Wuxue, you have made a good disciple. Your three disciples have now broken into the ancient magic array of Qianjian Peak. If you don't explain clearly what happened today, I'm afraid your position as the peak master will not be guaranteed."
Zhang Xuanfeng was the first to attack, with his palm resting on the scabbard and his narrowed eyes showing his murderous intention.
There is no other reason. Qianjian Peak is managed by Zhang Xuanfeng, and the ancient magic formation is guarded by Zhang Xuanfeng. Now that the formation has been broken into, doesn't it mean that he is incompetent as the peak leader?
Moreover, the person who broke into the ancient magic array of Qianjian Peak happened to be a disciple of Yan Wuxue. Old and new hatreds were superimposed, and Zhang Xuanfeng's eyes were already red with anger.
Yan Wuxue was arrogant and had never been questioned by many people in his life. Zhang Xuanfeng's behavior naturally made him unhappy.
He lowered his eyes with neither joy nor sorrow, and said calmly: "My position as Peak Master was passed down from my master, so you can abolish it if you want."
Yan Wuxue, Zhang Xuanfeng, and Gao Daocheng, who studied under Taoist Xuanzhen, were the former heads of the Canglan Sect and have been dead for three hundred years.
Taoist Xuanzhen loved Yan Wuxue the most during his lifetime. Everyone originally thought that he would pass on the position of master to Yan Wuxue, but who knew that he would just pass on the position of master of Qingjing Peak to him personally.
Qingjing Peak is the most secluded peak among the three peaks.
People who are arrogant are destined not to be liked by ordinary people. Yan Wuxue's attitude immediately angered the elders, and they all started to criticize him.
"Master Yan, what you said is outrageous. It is a fact that your disciples broke into the ancient magic formation of Qianjian Peak. If they accidentally broke the formation, it would be a serious crime. By then, even if you are the peak leader, you will be the first to be the leader.
So what if Feng, I still have to resign as the leader of the peak to apologize."
"Junior brother Yan, you can't be too arrogant. What your senior brother Zhang said is not wrong."
"Yan Wuxue, it is common practice to know your mistakes."
"Really?" Yan Wuxue sneered and asked calmly, "But how did I hear that Xie Xian, a disciple of Senior Brother Zhang, was also joining the battle?"
Zhang Xuanfeng's expression suddenly changed, and he regretted that he had only punished Xie Xian before, instead of killing him.
At the end, Gao Daocheng, who had a good relationship with Zhang Xuanfeng, said: "Wuxue, Xie Xian entered the formation to save your disciple Shi Qinghua. After all, this matter started with your disciple, so it's up to you to end it."
Yan Wuxue was quite respectful to Gao Daocheng. Carrying the piano wrapped in white cloth, he saluted Gao Daocheng and said, "Junior brother, take your orders."
After saying this, Yan Wuxue took out the Sanya Qin. The ebony body was made of bright ebony, and the strings were taut and shimmering with cold light.
Yan Wuxue took the piano into the air and quickly flew towards Thousand Swords Peak and Wanjian Tomb.
Under the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords, outside the spiritual power barrier, the disciples of each peak were still in formation, preventing the disciples and ferocious beasts inside the spiritual power barrier from coming out.
"Nonsense. Does my Canglan sect's sect teach you to point your swords at your fellow disciples?"
Yan Wuxue frowned, his eyes filled with frost, and he waved his hand fiercely, knocking all the disciples to the ground.
Then Yan Wuxue soared directly above the spiritual power cover, played the piano with his hand, and the spiritual power attached to the sound of the piano hit the spiritual power cover.
Yan Wuxue's movements became faster and faster, the sound of the piano became more and more urgent, and finally his string suddenly broke. The broken string seemed to be reborn, extending straight out, like a blade piercing the spiritual shield.
"Master Yan Peak!"
"It's Lord Yan Peak."
"Master Yan Peak is here to save us."
The trapped disciples looked at the broken spiritual shield, with tears falling from their eyes. The next moment, they were lifted up by Yan Wuxue's spiritual power and sent to a safe area.
The ferocious beast looked at the sudden appearance of Yan Wuxue, as if it was aware of the danger, and stamped its feet irritably, blowing out hot air from its nose, burning the surrounding vegetation.
The wolf roared angrily and flew towards Yan Wuxue. Yan Wuxue bent down and knelt down, slid under the wolf, and inserted the three strings in his hand straight into the wolf's abdomen.
The lynx's blood is green, like red-hot molten iron. It sizzles when splashed on the ground, let alone people.
But Yan Wuxue acted as if nothing was wrong, brushing the wound at the corner of his eye with his plain white fingertips, his eyes became even more fierce. He turned over and sat on the wolf's head. The strings of the piano were like snakes and blades, wrapped around the two sides of the wolf's neck.
end.
Yan Wuxue held the strings in both hands, leaped into the air, and the strings sank into the wolf's neck, cutting off its head.
The head fell to the ground, the lynx's blood splattered in all directions, and its body fell to the ground with a crash, crushing a mountaintop.
And Yan Wuxue was holding the piano in his hands and kneeling on one knee. He was so calm and covered in blood that it made people shudder, as if he was a Shura from hell.