An old man in a purple robe from the Guangming Sect finally spoke and said with an apologetic expression: "Fellow Taoist Xuanmu, you and I have no grudges in recent times and no grudges in the past. What happened today was purely a misunderstanding."
"Misunderstanding?" Xuanmu did not speak, but sent out an extremely majestic divine thought. Then another divine thought came out and said: "Then what do you mean?"
After the six people looked at each other, they all nodded at the same time.
When the old man saw this, he smiled and said: "Fellow Taoist Xuanmu, since what happened today is a misunderstanding, I believe that Taoist Taoist can also work hard and not take such small things to heart."
"Don't you take it to heart?" Xuanmu's Yuanying snorted coldly, and sent out a more majestic divine thought, saying: "Well, I am not the kind of person who cares about everything. But, if this is the case,
Well, have you lost some of my authority as the leader of the Yin Yuan Sect, one of the nine great sects?"
"What does fellow Taoist Xuanmu mean?" The purple-robed old man from the Guangming Sect changed his anger and asked with a warm smile.
"My meaning is very clear. Since this is a misunderstanding, then you have to prove it with sincerity. This shouldn't be difficult for you, right?" Xuanmu said with a smile in his mind.
"Fellow Taoist Xuanmu, if you have something to say, say it bluntly. We must risk our lives and complete our mission." The old man from Qingxu Valley said respectfully.
Xuanmu said: "Okay. Fellow Taoist Qingxu speaks freely. I like people who speak directly and don't like to beat around the bush. Then please leave your magic weapons behind. I can treat it as a master of everything."
Didn't happen."
"Haha... What do I think? Fellow Taoist Xuanmu shocked me." The purple-robed old man from the Guangming Sect chuckled, and with a shake of his hand, a ball like the scorching sun floated in the air.
Okay. The old man has never used this magical weapon at all, so Xuanmu doesn't know whether it is his real life-saving magical weapon.
Maybe this is another reason why Xuanmu left him alive!!
"I don't have any weapons, can I leave here?" Another white-robed old man from the Guangming Sect said to Xuanmu with a fist in his arms.
Xuanmu didn't reply, but looked at the two monks from the Yuehua Sect. When the two old men saw this, they looked at each other. Looking at the magic weapon floating in the air, the reluctance in their eyes was like a thread.
It was hidden around the magic weapon like silk thread. However, they had no choice but to abandon the magic weapon in their hands.
The old man from the Yuehua Sect raised his fist to Xuanmu and said, "Thank you, fellow Taoist Xuanmu, for your understanding. I will leave the magic weapon behind. I will leave now."
Another old man looked at Xuanmu, nodded, and threw the magic weapon in his hand towards Xuanmu.
Xuanmu erased all the imprints of divine consciousness on the magic weapon and put it into his storage ring. Then he looked at Patriarch Qingxu and Ling, a middle-aged male cultivator.
"Fellow Taoist, I don't have any good magical weapons. This Xuan Jing piece is of no use if I keep it. I hope that fellow Xuanmu won't dislike it." When the ancestor of Qingxu Valley spoke, he smiled. The expression on his face was different.
He twitched unnaturally again.
"Fellow Taoist, I don't have any magic weapon for you. However, I am interested in you." The last middle-aged man looked at Xuanmu and said with a smile.
"Oh?" Xuanmu's Yuanying opened his eyes at this time, staring at the middle-aged man coldly. He slowly sent out his spiritual thoughts and said: "Fellow Taoists, you can leave. I and this Taoist brother
We have something to discuss."
As soon as Xuan Mu's spiritual thoughts came out, the monks all felt as if they were receiving a general amnesty and quickly headed towards the direction of the Southern Qi Po Sect.
"You can tell me what you have to say." When Xuanmu saw this, a bright light flashed above his body, and a human-shaped shadow gradually condensed out. He thought to himself: If he wants to condense his body again, he has to use the
All those physical bodies can only be studied once.
"Are fellow Taoists still thinking about condensing the physical body?" the middle-aged man asked with a knowing smile.
"Huh?" Xuanmu's Yuanying was a little surprised, and then said: "What good idea do you have?"
"I know that there is a world with rich spiritual energy. If you want to condense your physical body again, you must go there, fellow Taoist." The corners of the middle-aged man's mouth raised slightly, and his smile was quite interesting.
"Oh? What kind of place would that be?" Xuanmu became very curious after hearing this.
"That's Soul Refining Cliff." The middle-aged man said slowly.
He was looking forward to Xuanmu's reply.
However, Xuanmu was thoughtful. He wanted to know what kind of medicine the other party was selling in the gourd. This Soul Refining Cliff Xuanmu had heard that on the edge of the Dream Kingdom and the Vast Sea Kingdom, it was said that on that edge, there were two
A towering mountain peak reaching into the clouds. The distance between these two peaks is not very far.
Only eighty feet away, this is the Soul Refining Cliff. Although the Soul Refining Cliff is only eighty feet wide, no monk has ever dared to go to such a place.
"Soul Refining Cliff is a good place. Since my fellow Taoist has pointed it out, do you want to go with me?"
In mid-air.
"What your fellow Taoist said is really interesting. What kind of place is Soul Refining Cliff? How dare a poor Taoist with a shallow cultivation level dare to go there?" The middle-aged man said with a sneer. Only he knew whether the tone was self-deprecation or ridicule.
"Since you don't dare to go? Why do you instigate me to go?" Xuanmu was angry, and there was a chill in his voice.
"Because your cultivation level is higher than mine! The poor Taoist went to kill the monks who invaded the country of Flame Dance. I will take care of it myself." The middle-aged man's cultivation level seemed to have just advanced to the top level Nascent Soul stage, but his words
But Xuanmu couldn't figure it out.
Xuanmu's cold voice came out: "Wait a minute, fellow Taoist, I don't know how to call it?"
"I am a poor Taoist who is idle and has no Taoist nickname. I do have one crude nickname: Zhuo and Wenqin." The middle-aged man didn't care about the anger in Xuanmu's words. After finishing speaking, he walked towards the south.
"What a Zhuo Wenqin..." Xuanmu's body trembled, a strong aura emitted from his body, and he suddenly hit Zhuo Wenqin in the distance.
Two rays of green light rushed out from Kunlun Beast's eyes. Zhuo Wenqin's body flashed in the air, narrowly avoiding Xuanmu's blow. He suddenly stopped, looked at Xuanmu in surprise, and said, "What do you think?
What are you doing? Could it be that you want Pindao’s life?”
"Yes, you know too much." Xuanmu didn't look like he was joking with him at all. With his eyes flickering, two green lights shot out again.
"I'll just let you go to the Soul Refining Cliff," the middle-aged man said with lingering fear. At the same time, he looked at Xuan Mu expectantly.
"Okay, now that you have said that, I can rest assured that you will lead the way." Xuanmu still stared at the middle-aged man with cold eyes. The middle-aged man's sudden change of heart made him feel a little ridiculous.
The middle-aged man smiled a little apologetically, turned around and walked towards the northeast. Xuan Mu followed suit and walked towards the northeast.
What exactly is there in the northeast? He may not know, but Xuanmu has already guessed nine out of ten of what Zhuo Wenqin has in mind.
The mountains of the Qi Po Sect were shrouded in blazing flames, and the sky-covering black smoke shrouded the Qi Po Sect. Eight long dragons with flames all over their bodies were hanging high in the sky at this time, and a red formation disk
It kept spinning in the sky, emitting bursts of dazzling fiery red light.
Eight monks are sitting cross-legged in the air, using their hands to create strange light symbols. The light symbols sink into the body of the fire dragon, and the fire light will become stronger.
Within the Qi Po Sect, waves of shocking, ghost-weeping roars could be heard. This was when the Qi Po Sect’s mountain-protecting formation was effective. Groups of black mist rushed out from the Hu Fan formation, and the sky filled with
The black flames merged together, turning into poisonous smoke and attacking the surrounding monks from the Flame Dance Kingdom.
When the monks from the Flame Dance Kingdom saw this, their expressions were a little distorted. Especially Master Yanwu who was wearing red robe, his face was distorted. He never thought that there were two top-level Nascent Soul stage old monsters in the Qi Po Sect.
Sitting in charge.
This time they came to raid the dreamland, and they only brought fifteen top-level Nascent Soul stage old monsters.
If there were not these two top-level Nascent Soul monsters in the Qi Po Sect, they would be able to occupy the entire Qi Po Sect in less than an hour. But in the current situation, they have been besieged for two hours.
The sect-protecting formation of the Qi Po Sect was almost motionless, but some of the low-level monks he brought with him were injured hundreds by the poisonous smoke.
"What a strange poison sect. If we talk about the use of poison, there is absolutely no sect that can be the opponent of this strange poison sect." Master Yanwu gritted his teeth and said bitterly.
"Yes! That Xuanmu came out of the Qi Du Sect in the first place." The bald boy next to Master Yanwu said without missing a chance.
"That Xuanmu again? Didn't you say he is from the Miaoyin Sect?" When Master Yanwu heard the word Xuanmu, the hatred in his heart became even stronger. He didn't know Xuanmu, but because he heard about Xuanmu,
Mu was actually able to kill four top-level Nascent Soul monks, and he felt an inexplicable hatred towards Xuanmu.
——Perhaps this hatred will last until death.
No matter whether he died or Xuanmu died, otherwise, he would not be able to tolerate the appearance of a heaven-defying monk like Xuanmu.
If you are talented, some people will be jealous; if you are capable, people will be jealous even more.
What's more, Master Yanwu has always believed that he alone is the number one prodigy in the second heaven. How could there be someone like Xuanmu?
"Blast it to me, burn it to me. I don't believe that his Qi Po Sect's protective formation can be as solid as a rock?" The hatred in Master Yanwu's eyes became more and more intense, so his words were almost like a roar.
came out.
Seeing Master Yanwu roaring like this, the bald boy next to him showed a cold smile, staring sinisterly in the northeast. He thought to himself: "Xuanmu, no matter what magic weapon you have, in the end,
It must be mine. I don’t believe that you can kill four top-level Nascent Soul monsters just by relying on your cultivation."