The moon and stars are sparse, and the pines and waves are bursting.
Wang Yan was walking among the mountains and forests like flying, feeling indescribably happy in his heart.
"I'm finally out, finally out!" he cheered at the top of his lungs. Countless poisonous insects with strange shapes lurking in the cracks in the grass and rocks were frightened by him and hid in their lairs one after another.
Anyone who has experienced those countless days of purgatory in the Fengjue battlefield is probably Wang Yan’s reaction now. There is no time in the mountains, and Wang Yan has long forgotten how long he has stayed in the Fengjue battlefield. Every day is non-stop.
Fight and keep improving.
His spirit was always tense, and just this kind of mental torture could make an ordinary person collapse, but Wang Yan survived.
He excitedly ran over the mountain peaks, crossed the mountain streams, listened to the pine waves and the chirping of birds, and felt extremely comfortable.
"Huh? Strange! When I first came to Beimang Mountain, I saw that they were heavily guarded. Even at night, there were three posts, one post, five steps, and one sentry. Where have these little monsters guarding the mountain gone now?"
Wang Yan stopped at the top of a thousand-year-old banyan tree and looked around. At this glance, he discovered the problem.
The entire Beimang Mountains are shrouded in a huge murderous aura, not only the Skull Peak, but also the seventy-two peaks of the Beimang Mountains.
Wang Yan looked into the sky again, and this time he was even more surprised.
A thin golden mask, like a cauldron, firmly covered the Seventy-Two Peaks of Beimang. There were faint lightning and thunder inside the mask, and countless ghost-like Taoist symbols swam in the mask like living creatures.
Walk endlessly.
This mask is obviously a huge formation, used to block the Beimang Mountains. When the three elders of the Yan family besieged Wang Yan, they used similar spells. However, compared with the Guiyin Mountain and the Beimang Mountains, it looks like
An ant is compared to an elephant.
Such a huge formation obviously cannot be completed by one person. It is estimated that a group of people worked together and used magic weapons.
"Who exactly blocked Beiman Mountain? Beiman Mountain is one of the seven major sects. Those who dare to blatantly come to provoke must be people from the other six major sects. Maybe several sects have joined forces to have such strength.
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After training in the Jiuyuan Absolute Territory, Wang Yan's mind is now turning very fast.
Thinking that Beimang Mountain had become a dangerous place, Wang Yan's vigilance immediately increased greatly. He lurked in the grass, hiding his aura, and flew quickly through the mountains like a spirit fox.
A burst of fighting sounds came from the valley in front. Wang Yan raised his eyes and looked over. He saw murderous intent rising from the top of the valley, with blood clouds lingering, and the image of a devil appeared in the blood cloud, grinning ferociously.
Wang Yan even felt that there were many black and white horses with bull heads and horse faces holding soul-calling flags, mourning sticks, and soul-drawing cards hidden in the void. They cheered and looked at the valley with eager eyes, preparing to take away the souls one by one.
The valley is surrounded by mountains on all sides, and the surrounding peaks stand like four sharp swords. The mountainside has been shrouded in vast clouds, and the top of the mountain is in the clouds, appearing and disappearing.
When they were in the White Bone Cave, Mrs. White Bone once stood at the entrance of the cave and pointed out to Wang Yan that this place was called "Testing Sword Peak". According to legend, an ancient immortal refined four fairy swords and felt dissatisfied, so he threw them to the lower world and fell to the north.
The Mang Mountains form four peaks. The valley between the four peaks is called "Baizhangping". This is also where the main altar of Bei Mang Mountain is located.
"There are many powerful auras in the valley, and there are many rare fortunes!" The Wheel of Fortune buzzed excitedly, "Although their fortunes are not powerful, they have great potential. They may be able to do so in the future.
Become great people! We have to take away their lives before they grow up! There are so many good lives residing in their bodies, it would be a pity not to take away a few!"
"You don't know whether they are friends or foes, but you want to take away all their good fortunes?" Wang Yan frowned.
"Whatever! All the fates in the world are mine, all mine!" Wheel of Fortune said nonchalantly, "I still have a lot of bad lives here, just give them some."
Wang Yan was stunned. When Wheel of Fortune first met him, he had a sanctimonious image. As the contact deepened, he felt more and more that this treasure refined by the leader of Tiandao looked like a greedy scoundrel.
"Quick, quick!" Wheel of Fortune urged, "Look, the sword in your hand is impatient!"
The Qinghong Sword in Wang Yan's hand also moved uneasily, as if he was quite excited and wanted to drink blood.
"You two, be honest with me!" Wang Yan suddenly yelled. "Grandpa, I haven't said that I want to beat you. Why are you two scraps so excited? If you mess around again, I will throw you all into the furnace for refining! I haven't seen you.
There is no magic weapon like yours!"
Perhaps Wang Yan's fierce power had taken effect, and the Wheel of Fortune and Qinghong Sword were as silent as cicadas, no longer making any moves.
Wang Yan flew quickly close to the grass and quietly sneaked behind a mountain ridge. The mountain ridge was quite high, and Baizhangping in the valley a few miles ahead was where the main altar of Beimang Sect was located.
It is said that there is a [Shenhuo Palace] three hundred feet underground in Baizhangping, and there are three [Beiming Xuanhuo] bred by nature. The founder of the Beimang Mountain sect was a down-and-out scholar.
Obtained these three Beiming Mysterious Fires, understood the way of heaven, and created the Beimang Mountain lineage.
These three Beiming Mysterious Fires are also regarded as the holy fires of the Beimang lineage, and are strictly protected in the Shenhuo Palace. It is said that the Shenhuo Palace is also the source of power for the Beimang sect masters in the past.
Wang Yan quietly raised his head and looked into Baizhang Ping.
The Baizhangping was in a mess, with scattered boulders, flowers, grass, swords, dead bodies, and blood everywhere. The entire valley seemed to have been ravaged by a storm, or experienced an earthquake, with almost no inch of intact land.
In the middle of the valley, there were two groups of people fighting fiercely. They were too far apart, and Wang Yan couldn't see who it was for a while. The two sides fought back and forth for a while, each other was dead and wounded, and there were fewer and fewer people standing.
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In addition, there were dozens of sparse people gathered around dozens of feet from both sides to watch. Some of these people were sitting cross-legged, some were covering their bodies, and they all seemed to be injured.
After a while, there were only a few people left on both sides of the fierce fight. Wang Yan finally saw clearly that there were three people left on one side, either wearing dark blue Taoist robes or white Taoist robes, or holding whisks in their hands.
, or holding swords, it seems to be three Taoist priests.
On the other side, there was only one person left. The person's back was to Wang Yan, and Wang Yan couldn't see his face clearly. From the back, he seemed to be a thin man or a woman.
The thin man seemed to have a lot of fighting experience, but he was not very strong. He fought against three people alone and still had many chances to win. Unfortunately, due to his strength, he was never able to cause decisive damage to the opponent.
After another ten or so moves, the three Taoist priests gradually became impatient, and their attack suddenly accelerated. The Taoist priest wielding the sword was faster than the other, and the whisks of the other two Taoist priests also surged several feet, rolling up silver threads all over the sky, towards that
The thin man rolled away.
"Although that Taoist priest's sword is fast, it is unorganized and has too many flaws. I can stab him to death with one strike! Moreover, no matter how fast his sword is, how can it be even 30% as fast as my sword?"
"The skills of those two Taoist priests in making whisks are far worse than my skills in using red threads! I threw a red thread at them and it was guaranteed to make them roll their eyes. Humph, they are so bad and they are embarrassed. That thin man is even more so.
It’s unbearable to be beaten so badly by three such weak Taoist priests, so I’ll just buy a piece of tofu and kill him.”
Wang Yan laughed with disdain in his heart. In his eyes, the offense and defense of these people were full of loopholes. They were like children playing house. He could knock them down with just one punch or a kick.
However, he did not expect that the offense and defense of the four people fighting in front of him were actually quite exquisite, which won waves of admiration from the onlookers. Wang Yan was disdainful because his vision and strength were much higher than those of the four people present.
.Wang Yan fought thousands of bloody battles with the famous generals from thousands of years ago on the sealed battlefield, and understood the essence of almost all the offensive and defensive techniques in the world. If he was amazed by the moves of the four people in front of him, it would be worse.
Directly died.
The offensive of the three Taoist priests became more and more fierce, and the thin man gradually fell into a disadvantage.
The Taoist priest wielding the sword "Huhuhu" stabbed three times with his sword. The thin man tried his best to dodge, and a flaw appeared under his left rib. The tall Taoist priest wielding the whisk flicked his wrist, and the silver threads all over the sky rolled up and caught the thin man.
waist and threw him to the ground.
"Death!" A smile appeared on the face of the Taoist priest who wielded the sword. He took out the long sword in his hand and threw it towards the thin man, intending to nail him to the ground.
The thin man looked extremely calm when he was dying. He did not look at the flying sword, but raised his head to look at the sky, as if he was thinking about someone.
Through the moonlight, Wang Yan could clearly see his terrifying appearance.
He was shocked!
When the sword-wielding Taoist priest saw that his long sword was about to kill the enemy, he felt so happy that he almost looked up to the sky and laughed.
"Whoosh!"
"Bang!"
A sword energy and a powerful palm force came one after another. The Taoist priest's peach wood sword was first split in half and then shattered into thousands of pieces.
"Wow!" He vomited blood and took a few steps back before stopping.
Yang Jian, the leader of the Tianzi Sect, stood proudly in front of him and slowly put down his palm. He leaned down and helped the thin man up. "Half-faced beauty, are you okay?"
The moonlight shines on that thin man's face. He is not a thin man, it turns out to be the Bone Lady!
Mrs. Bones kept vomiting ghost blood and was obviously seriously injured. She glared at Yang Jian hatefully, "Yang Jian, you are the biggest enemy of my Bones Clan. You pretended to save me today, and I won't appreciate it."
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"Why would a half-faced beauty be like this?" Yang Jian said calmly, "Our two sects had friction before, but now that the sect leader has not returned home for three years, the little ants from these three sects have come to bother us again. We should unite now.
The only way to defeat them is to let these self-proclaimed and upright rats know how powerful we are!"
"Let them know how powerful we are!" Beimang disciples and elders in the valley were furious and shouted one after another.
Mrs. Bones bit her lips and stopped talking.
"Who fired the sword energy just now?" She was secretly shocked. The sword energy that split the peach wood sword in half was faster than Yang Jian's palm force. It can be seen that the reaction, speed and strength of the sword wielder were quite terrifying.
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"Which bastard from Beimang attacked the Taoist master? Get out!" The sword-wielding Taoist priest stabilized his body with the help of his companions, swallowed two more elixirs, and regained his strength. He stared at the back of the mountain ridge,
He yelled and scolded, "Demons and ghosts really like to hurt people with hidden arrows, but they can't see the light of day!"
"Taoist, please keep your mouth clean. The sword in my hand has not drunk the blood of a living person for a thousand years. Tonight, I will make it meaty."
A young man as black as coal crossed the mountain ridge and landed gently and skillfully in the valley.
The sword in his hand is as clear as water.
When Mrs. Bones saw this young man, her whole body trembled involuntarily.
"Master Immortal, it's you!" she sobbed.
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Fate: [Immaculate]
Attribute: Combat style
Characteristics: "Water cannot be poured into", "Sturdy as iron", "No flaws", "No flaws" are people's evaluations of military commanders with this fate. The host of this fate is good at defense and is also a good player in protracted wars.
.They often use a maddeningly dense defense to wear down the enemy, and then deliver a decisive blow.
Cultivation: Various defensive skills can also be used to infuse this destiny into defensive magic weapons, which has excellent effects. In addition, if the host with this destiny practices martial arts [Tai Chi], it will be a thousand years.