Chapter Five Hundred and Ninety-Two Let Its Waves Fold Thousands of Waves and I Stand Like a Mountain
Even if it seems now that these people are most likely members of the Fangcun Holy Sect, they can directly send forty Qi Refining Masters to besiege themselves. I am afraid they have plans to fight until death!
"If you want to play with something big, who is afraid of whom? If you are made of porcelain, how can you squeeze it with clay?"
Lang Fei suddenly roared and called to Xiao Bai'er, "Protect Uncle Master." After saying that, he squinted at the two immortal weapons that were smashed head-on, and said coldly, "Fang Cun Holy Sect, today I not only
I will shatter your two front teeth and break your arms!"
As soon as he finished speaking, two phantoms, one black and one white, suddenly appeared in the sky above the Underworld Disaster. Then, two phantoms, one gray and one white, slowly separated, and then brought up a parallel gray-white sword energy, directly
Facing the Great Five Elements Divine Light Mask and the Congyun Sword of the Sky, he left.
At this moment, a bead of purple light flew out from the top of Lang Fei's head, and the purple energy hanging outside was slowly inhaled into his body.
Seeing this scene, the four eyes of Xuanyang and the others suddenly stared at the cluster of clouds floating in the sky. They didn't recognize the priceless bead, but the waves of innate fluctuations from the rippling purple energy became the largest square inch in the sea of stars.
How could the two saints of the Holy Sect be strangers to each other?
Innate spiritual treasure! This is a real innate spiritual treasure! It is not an immortal weapon, nor an acquired spiritual treasure, but a truly priceless treasure, a truly supreme divine object.
While the two of them looked horrified, there was also a hint of greed in their eyes. Even if they did everything they could, they would keep this boy. They couldn't subdue the innate spirit treasure, but that boy had a way! No matter if they forced him to submit,
Or use the soul-searching technique and try every means to get the bead!
"Everyone, try your best to keep that kid with me!" The ferocious look on Venerable Cong Yun's face flashed away. While speaking, he waved his right hand, and dozens more people appeared in the void.
A talisman.
Lang Fei could see clearly from below that these talismans were all treasure talismans, like the Tianji? Xingbeng, Tianji? Yueying that he had seen before, and there were also some unknown other talismans.
When Venerable Congyun sacrificed many treasure talismans, Venerable Xuanyang was not idle either. He clicked them with his fingers repeatedly, and one spiritual weapon after another slowly took shape. Among these spiritual weapons, there was another
Immortal weapon level, dark red jade Ruyi.
At the same time, the Taizhen Liangyi Sword also collided with the Great Five Elements Divine Light Mask and the Heavenly Congyun Sword.
Originally, these two swords had almost immortal power. After Lang Fei's cultivation improved, the tide rose, and the power of the two flying swords, whether it was the sword of life or death, naturally increased. Although Cong Yun and Xuanyang were the two envoys.
The thing is the pinnacle existence among low-grade immortal weapons, but it is absolutely impossible to break through the interception of Taizhen Liangyi Sword in a short period of time.
The attacks of Juetong, Tianwu and the other Qi Refining monks also failed due to the dual defenses of Crimson Eclipse and Underworld Natural Disaster. The former two were using immortal weapons, so naturally they could advance or retreat as they pleased.
Some mid-stage Qi-refining monks holding high-grade spiritual weapons can barely control the objects in their hands. However, some early-stage Qi-refining monks in Tianluo Thirty-six Division also wield high-grade spiritual weapons, but they are limited by their own cultivation.
Due to his low position, the spiritual weapon in his hand was actually sucked into the vortex of the void, and he could not break free no matter what.
Not only did Fairy Qingxia look at this scene with horror on her face, but Congyun and Xuanyang were also extremely shocked.
What both sides of the battle didn't know was that at this moment, there was actually a magic circle flashing cyan light in an unknown area in the center of the tall tower that towered into the clouds.
On a dark yellow planet dozens of light-years away, ten Qi-refining monks sat cross-legged in a hall. Three feet above their heads was a picture scroll. Judging from the fluctuations of spiritual energy leaked from it,
, the picture scroll is actually an immortal weapon, and it is not an ordinary low-grade fairy weapon, but a middle-grade fairy weapon.
As for what these ten people were looking at, it was a vivid image shot by the scroll, and the content of the image was clearly the battle between Lang Fei, Cong Yun, and Xuanyang.
"Tianci, you are in charge of Haige's intelligence system, do you know who this kid is?" said an old woman with silver hairpins on her temples.
Opposite him, an old man with slightly convex cheekbones and shoulder-length eyebrows raised his head and shook his head.
Half impression!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged man wearing an alchemist's scarf next to him said in a low voice, "Brother Tianci, don't worry about it. Although we can't use the Wangqi technique on that kid, judging from the pictures sent back by the Qiankun Tu,
This kid shouldn’t have been practicing Taoism for a long time, so it’s normal that there is no information about him in Hai Pavilion.”
After hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement. Only the old woman at the beginning said after pondering for a moment, "Cong Yun and Xuanyang only said they wanted to use Qinghong Star, but it turned out that they were just to intercept this attack."
son!"
There was another middle-aged woman next to the old woman. After hearing this, she turned to look at the screen and said, "Senior Sister Hongci, can't you see that that guy is so powerful that he can even connect Xuanyang and Cong Yun?"
Isn't it a little worse? They are all half-level immortals! What is the background of that kid? He can resist the full force attack of forty Qi Refining monks. He...does he already have the cultivation of God Transformation?
for?"
"Junior sister Nianci, how could I not see how strong this guy is? I just don't know if you noticed the purple bead on his head. Originally, before the purple bead was sacrificed, Cong Yun and Xuan
Although the two Yangs also participated in the siege, they did not use all their strength. Now look at so many talismans and spiritual weapons, this is all the means they can use. What is the purple light bead?
Aren't you curious?"
"This..." The middle-aged woman thought for a moment, then her expression suddenly changed, "Senior sister, you... you mean that thing..."
"Yes, what else can make Xuanyang and Cong Yun value so much! I'm afraid that purple pearl is not an innate spiritual treasure, but an acquired spiritual treasure!" The old woman's words spoke to the deepest hearts of everyone present.
idea.
"Lingbao... turned out to be a spiritual treasure! There is actually a spiritual treasure born in our tiny star sea!" The middle-aged man wearing an alchemist's scarf sighed, "Isn't it said that only the wild continent in the central star sea can have spiritual treasures? Why?
We also have this thing in our square inch sea of stars!”
As soon as the man finished speaking, the other nine people all rolled their eyes at him. Only a guy like him who only knows how to practice in seclusion would believe such unfounded legends.
"Junior brothers and sisters, you have all seen what happened. The cultivation level of the boy in white in the picture is probably just a thin line even if he is not at the realm of divine transformation. What do you think of the fact that the Fang Cun Holy Sect has formed such a strong enemy?
"
As an old voice sounded, everyone who was talking incessantly at first suddenly stopped talking and turned to look at the old man with gray beard and hair in the middle.
"Senior Brother Yuanci, this matter is a grudge between the Fangcun Holy Sect and the boy in white. It has nothing to do with our Yuntianhai Pavilion. Firstly, there is no affiliation between our Haige and the Fangcun Holy Sect. Secondly, that boy is not
We are capable of defeating you, so in my humble opinion, junior brother, it is better for us not to interfere in this matter."
"That's right, those two guys Cong Yun and Xuanyang commandeered Qinghong Star without giving any reason. Do they really think that Yuntianhai Pavilion is made of water and is not angry at all? Now we follow their words and empty Qinghong Star.
Hongxing has already done his best to be benevolent and righteous, is it possible that he still needs to stick to him upside down?"
"This... what Junior Brother Xunci and Junior Sister Nianci said are reasonable, but in the end we still have to act under the nose of the Fang Cun Holy Sect and have a closer relationship with them. There are only advantages and no disadvantages. Moreover, it is a spiritual treasure.
, if we join the war and capture them in one fell swoop, we won’t be able to eat meat, so why not drink some soup?”
"Oh? Senior Brother Qingci, are you so confident in Xuanyang and Cong Yun?"
The monk who was leaning towards helping the Fang Cun Holy Sect frowned and ignored the counterattack from the Reverend Xiang Cun. He turned to look at the gray old man and said, "Senior Brother Yuan Ci, in your opinion, how should we behave?"
Hearing this, the gray old man pondered for a long time, and then he said, "What you said is very reasonable. We must find a moderate solution to this matter. I don't think it is better to do this. Let's just wait for the outcome of this battle. If the situation is
If it’s not good for you, we might as well do Xuanyang, Tian Cong and others a favor and help them out.”
"But if this boy wins, it's because I, Yuntianhai Pavilion, are a member of the Chamber of Commerce. We value harmony and wealth. Therefore, we can pretend to be ignorant on the surface, but secretly..."
After saying that, the old man turned his attention to a man in green robes who had been silent until now and asked, "Junior Brother Puci, did the Holy Master go to the edge of the Star Sea?"
The green-robed man glanced at the old man and nodded, "Yes, it seems that he went to the Chuyun Star Territory."
"Chuyun Star Territory!" The old man's pupils shrank suddenly, "I remember that there are disciples of my Yuntianhai Pavilion in the Chaoyun Star Territory not far from the Chuyun Star Territory, so I asked them to go to the Chuyun Star Territory and go to the Chuyun Star Territory.
Holy Sect, tell me about the unusual behavior of Cong Yun and Xuanyang. I believe that with the wisdom of Holy Sect, you will not be able to guess the little thoughts of those two people!"
"Senior Brother Yuanci is still far-sighted. In this way, he can help the real person in charge of Fangcun Holy Sect without having to enmity with that kid, and he can do it without anyone knowing, so that Cong Yun and Xuanyang can
No one can blame us."
The gray old man smiled when he heard the words and turned to look at everyone, "Since no one has any objections, let's act accordingly."
After saying that, he stopped talking and still looked up to watch Lang Fei fight with Cong Yun, Xuanyang and others.
Lang Fei and others were unaware of the scene that took place in Yuntianhai Pavilion. At this time, another wave of attacks from Xuanyang and Cong Yun came.
Facing the falling stars, the bloody moonlight, countless spiritual weapons shot down like arrows, and even all kinds of ice flowers and snow flames, the expression on Lang Fei's face became solemn. No matter how strong he was, facing the
The forty Qi Refining monks were overwhelmed by the waves of attacks.
Under the protection of Xiao Bai'er, Fairy Qingxia had already fallen into the back of the tower. Looking at the white figure in the yellow and red water curtain, she couldn't help but clenched her fists. She hated her own incompetence and her inability to help.
She was busy at first, but with her current level of cultivation, she could only be a burden to Lang Fei.
On the sunny side of the tower, it was already a doomsday scene. Facing the falling stars, sky fire, true water, black ice and other objects, the thousand-mile city that had been blessed by Yuntianhai Pavilion for tens of thousands of years suddenly turned into dust.
Fire poured down from the sky, the earth cracked, and streams of magma spurted out from the ground. Stars smashed down from the sky, flattening countless undulating mountains and opening up bottomless hot holes one after another.