Chapter 708 That's a Misunderstanding
Zhongtu Yunlu, on the mountainside of Guansheng Mountain, a huge mountain gate stands here.
As high as two hundred feet, almost level with the peak. On the stone tablet there is only 'Guan Lingzong, the three characters are engraved on it!
"It's only the end of October, and the mountain is already frozen. The past two years have been strange, and it's been colder every year."
"According to Master, the spiritual tide has risen, and the psychic energy between the heaven and the earth is turbulent, which has caused a great cold in the north. It is said that in the past few years, the weather in the cloud world and the entire cloud world will be unpredictable, and there will be frequent catastrophes everywhere. ?”
"Is there such a thing?"
The ones who spoke were two Taoist boys in green shirts, both holding their long swords, looking solemnly at the steps down the mountain.
"Speaking of Master, a few days ago, I rushed to Donglin according to the order of the master of Daoling Palace, and I don't know what is going on now. It is said that many people have been killed there. It must not be one by one"
"What nonsense are you talking about? Master is highly skilled and is the head of our sect. It will definitely be fine! It is said that this time, more than one hundred and forty practitioners of the Dao Lingqiong Realm were employed, and the ninth level even reached hundreds of people. Huge. Not to mention a dry Tianshan Mountain, how difficult is it to flatten the entire east-facing Yunlu?"
"That's true! It's ridiculous that the demon king Qiantian dared to say that he would kill my Taoism. He is so arrogant that he is looking for a dead end! Do you really think that being the king of a country can fight against my Dao Lingqiong Realm? But I don't know that the sects of my Taoist sect can crush his little Qiantian Mountain with a single hand. In fact, Palace Master Wuxu has been too soft-tempered in the past two years. In my opinion, it is best to crush Qiantian Mountain , shatter a snowliu into a river, leaving no blade of grass!"
"Naturally we want to exterminate the tribe!"
"But I also heard that that person is very strong in swordsmanship."
"No matter how strong the swordsmanship is, can it compare to the uncle who has entered the spiritual realm hundreds of years ago?"
The older boy on the left sneered, and then said with some doubts: "It's so strange! Today is the day when my Guanling Sect opens the gate. Why haven't those senior brothers who are in charge of escorting come back yet?"
The sword-wielding boy on the right was equally puzzled. Then he frowned again: "Who is that person?"
Both of them fixed their gazes on the distant sky, and saw a figure walking towards the sky. At the age of sixteen or so, he was dressed in bright gold, his face was as plump as jade, his face was handsome and fair enough to be the envy of all girls.
But these are not as conspicuous and eye-catching as the sword in his hand.
Tens of thousands of feet away, the wisps of sword intent have already charged here.
"laugh!"
There was a sudden whistling on the cheek, first it was cold, then it was hot.
The sword-wielding boy on the left, who was in a cold daze, reached out and touched it subconsciously, but his hand was covered with blood. Only then did he realize that there was a scar on his face for no reason.
Then the sound of 'chi chi' continued continuously. The surrounding vegetation was cut to pieces by a sharp invisible force.
The stone tablet of the mountain gate behind him was also filled with broken stones. Finally unable to bear it, it finally collapsed.
At this moment, the two of them also had countless wounds.
The boy couldn't help being at a loss as to who this person was. How can this sword intent have such a reputation?
The next moment I realized that there was a big enemy coming!
Just about to show off his spiritual skills and warn the mountain. On the top of the mountain, there was already movement.
An old voice resounded through the sky.
"Who is your Excellency? Why did you come to attack my Zong Benshan for no reason?"
When the words fell, a huge light curtain constructed purely by the spirits of the five directions suddenly opened.
Covering 30,000 zhang, covering the entire mountain of Guansheng Mountain.
The figure still walked unhurriedly, with the sword intent rushing, even the formation of the mountain guards could not stop his footsteps.
One after another, there were bursts of 'boom' sounds, which was the confrontation between the sword energy and the mountain guard. The surrounding spirits are constantly disintegrating.
"This place is the Guanling Sect?"
The sky of Guansheng Mountain has been shrouded in dark clouds without knowing when.
Hundreds of thousands of thunderbolts pierced through the cloud. The electric snake danced wildly, and the blue light shone endlessly, making this area still as bright as the day.
There are also countless black empty blades, tearing apart the sky, flying to and fro.
Where the young man was, there was even more flames burning. There are also ice blue, blue and white halos of various colors around, constantly lighting up and going out.
Standing in the middle, but completely unharmed. His eyes were only faint, and he glanced at the collapsed stone tablet of the mountain gate.
sure one by one
It has been heard in the previous life that when the Dao Lingqiu Realm was in its heyday, there were three thousand sects under it. This Guan Lingzong is exactly one of them.
Then there is no need to say more!
The blue-white sword light suddenly burst out from the sleeve. It soared ten thousand feet in an instant, and then turned into thousands of sword shadows, sweeping upwards.
Those two boys holding swords were the first to bear the brunt.
He could only stare at the sword lights with a blank expression. From under the stone steps, he split the spirit prohibition formation talismans one by one, cutting everything in front of him into powder!
The stone steps are shattering, and the rune light curtain is also collapsing!
Endless, this is the sword tide! The flood of swords!
"How courageous! You don't know that I, the Spiritual Sect, is one of the three thousand sects?"
The old man on the top of the mountain was obviously shocked and angry. The entire mountain guard formation rolled like a millstone.
More blade shadows fell across the sky with a strong aura that filled the sky.
More than a hundred tyrannical warriors flew to the mountainside one after another to resist the endless wave of swords.
But those tens of thousands of sword shadows did not dissipate even half of them. On the contrary, the spirit array protecting the mountain is still collapsing!
There are hundreds of martial arts practitioners, including one of the ninth rank. But he couldn't resist for a moment, the sky was rained with blood, and the flesh and blood were scattered.
As long as there is a slight contact, it will be cut into pieces by the sword light all over the sky.
The dam road is here!
No holes are penetrated, no gaps are not drilled. Even if it is a slight flaw, it will collapse immediately. The spirit formation is like this, and so is the human being!
It was faintly visible, behind the young man, shadows of dragons were flickering.
The faces of the two sword boys were as pale as paper. He wanted to retreat, but how could he move away from the torrent of swords pressing in front of him?
The old man's voice paused, and at this moment he finally thought of something. When he spoke again, there was a slight tremor in his words.
"Are you Zongshou? Zongshou, the Demon King of Gantian Mountain?"
The boy didn't speak, and the three thousand zhang black thunder wings spread out. Then countless purple thunders mixed with the flames of the Lu Family's Burning Sky and spread around.
The spiritual flame burned into the air, making it impossible to recover even half of the broken barrier of the spiritual formation.
The pupils of the two boys holding swords opened suddenly.
This person in front of him is Zong Shou? The demon king from Qiantian Mountain?
But why is this person not in Qiantian Mountain, but here instead?
Such a strong sword! That's right, this person was able to beat the six greatest geniuses in the world with his own strength. Known as the invincible one in the cloud world
The old man's voice also sounded again: "What is the meaning of this, Your Majesty? The dispute between Dao Lingqiong Realm and Qiantian Mountain has nothing to do with my Guansheng Sect. If there is any misunderstanding, I can explain it!"
boom!
With an explosion, the entire mountain protection formation finally collapsed. Thousands of sword shadows swept up without any hindrance.
The bodies of the two boys holding swords were smashed to pieces immediately.
Then the wave of swords swept along the stone steps to the top of the mountain. All the trees, rocks, houses, and pavilions were all shattered under this sword qi!
There are also countless snow and rain, pouring down one after another.
There were also a few people who escaped from the top of Guansheng Mountain by chance, but they could not fly more than a thousand feet at most. A beam of sword light came from the sky, crushing their bodies and falling down the mountain.
In just ten breaths, the entire Guansheng Mountain returned to silence, dead silence.
On the top of the mountain, there is only Yu Zongshou at this time.
Looking around with indifferent eyes, the spiritual sense is also far away.
Until it is confirmed here, there will be no more survivors. A total of 2,234 people were all killed, and then they looked away.
Then he swung his sword, light, and carved a word 'two' on the ground.
This was the second sect he slaughtered, but it was only the beginning.
Body for tooth, blood for blood!
For the blood of millions of people, he will pay the same price for Taoism! He is ancestral, but he has never had the temperament of only staying in a lonely city and allowing others to bully him!
A little light and shadow flashed, and it also shuttled back at this time, it was Yuan Yi Soul Sword.
Feeling in the distance, that person who just tore open the space and escaped outside the cloud realm, his aura completely disappeared. Zong Shou sneered coldly, and no longer fell in love with the inn, and took a single step, and he was a hundred feet away again.
The next one is Yiwen Yishan, 1,700 miles away.
Just a moment later, several flying boats came through the sky. There are two Qingshang Taoists on each side, leading a group of children.
When it stopped at the bottom of the mountain, the Taoists felt something was wrong.
They flew into the sky one after another, only to see that there was nothing on the beautiful mountain top like a fairyland.
It was as if it had been ravaged by countless explosive winds, and it was in a mess.
There are also countless bloody waters, converging into springs, gurgling down the mountain.
Several people looked at each other, their faces were extremely pale, and their eyes were full of horror and doubt.
Who is this? Razed the entire Guanling Sect?
Those boys who came with the boat were also panicked.
The next moment, a heart-piercing wailing sounded from the top of the mountain.
One thousand seven hundred miles away, ask Yishan.
This mountain is only a thousand feet long, so it is not considered a beautiful place. The reason why it got its name is because the surrounding terrain is like a chessboard. The distribution of rocks is actually extremely neat, black and white, like chess pieces.
Therefore, every day, here are full of tourists, literati and inkmen, who come and go. As long as it is not cold winter, people can be seen everywhere on the mountain.
There is only one place where tourists are banned. It is the Wenyi Temple on the top of the mountain. Except for the 15th day of every month, when the mountain gate is opened to accept believers to come to the temple, the rest of the time, the temple door is closed.
Although Wenyiguan is not as big a sect as the Holy Land Lingfu, it is also one of the strongest sects within a thousand miles. There are nearly a thousand martial arts practitioners and hundreds of spiritual masters, and their strength is not bad.
At this time, in an elegant pavilion in the view, the two Taoists are sitting opposite each other across the chessboard. One smiled and said nothing, while the other frowned, looking at the chessboard in front of him.