From the headmaster of Quanzhen, he began to traverse the heavens

Chapter 274

The dust billows on the island of Yiwu, the sand and rocks are flying, and loud noises erupt from time to time, and the scene of landslides and fissures on the island can be seen from dozens of miles away.

However, this scene and movement did not originate from natural disasters, but because of the fighting skills of experts.

Thousands of evil spirits who had been hiding in the dark and coveted the island of One Fury had all revealed their tracks at this time, staring at the battle on the island with wide eyes, grinning from time to time and exclaiming.

A few unkempt demon cultivators flickered their eyes, and praised: "Quanzhen Sect and Junziguo are really rare sects of true teaching and righteousness in our prehistoric seas. Look at Bai Yunxiao and others, they have only practiced for less than 200 years, but they have cultivated It’s really rare to be able to sustain undefeated under the hands of Taoist Fu because of his supernatural powers..."

"What's the use of that?" A fat old woman snorted coldly, "Fortunate Taoist, this old miscellaneous hair is also a master who has been famous for more than 800 years, and his Bafeng Tianyin skill is useless. If you use it I have already killed the juniors on the island..."

"Mr. Ling, you and Fu Daoist are old friends, so you naturally have good things to say about him. I don't think Fu Daoist is necessarily the opponent of Bai Yunxiao and others. They are Confucian and Taoist."

The old woman stared at her, waved her hands, and with a light snap, the evil cultivator who spoke was knocked off the sea.

"Junior is rude, dare to say anything. Besides, the old lady will beat you to death!"

Seeing that Granny Ling was angry, everyone was so frightened that they moved away dozens of feet. The evil cultivator who was knocked down to the bottom of the sea did not dare to emerge, but just stayed in the sea honestly, and only dared to emerge quietly when Granny Ling was far away.

"Senior brother, you are so bold, how dare you talk about that old thing..."

"There are many people here, so be careful..."

Several demon cultivators pulled up the evil cultivators at the bottom of the sea, and began to talk about it.

The evil cultivator stroked his hair and snorted coldly, "I see Bai Yunxiao and the others taking Yiwu Island and not leaving, they clearly have something to rely on, although the Slaughter Sect Master, Old Mother Haiyue, Fu Daoist, and Sanmu Divine Monarch are all top-notch experts. , but if Bai Yunxiao cherishes the Thunder Law and the way of sacrificing one's life for righteousness inherited by such figures as Emperor Xuan of Qing Dynasty and Master Sheng, are they opponents?"

Thinking of the master who killed the sea master of Duao Ao and the emperor of Qingxuan who killed fifty sea ancestors, everyone was silent.

Just when all the evil cultivators were discussing, the Blessed Daoist who had been blocked by the inscription tools of Bai Yunxiao and other gentlemen's disciples was unable to hang on to his face.

In the middle of Yinu Island is a glittering Confucian Temple. After thousands of years of inscriptions by countless Confucian scholars, this Confucian Temple has already become the most important weapon in the Junzi Kingdom, with extraordinary divine power.

Bai Yunxiao led the disciples to guard in front of the Dacheng Hall. With the help of the literary spirit of the Confucian Temple, he was confident and not afraid of peerless masters. Therefore, regardless of how the Daoist Fu casted spells, Bai Yunxiao and other disciples just released the inscriptions and stopped the Daoist Fu's thunder, magic, and magic. Magic, etc.

After being attacked for a long time, Fu Daoist has already noticed that Duanbuyu, Old Mother Haiyue and Sanyanjun are a little underestimated, and their hearts are also a little anxious.

After saying that, the Taoist Fu immediately shouted, took out two large conch shells, put the conch shell in front of him, and shouted: "Hey!"

An invisible and intangible sound wave with chaotic sounds, gasps, roars, thunder, landslides, tsunamis... There are eight kinds of strange sounds, each of which is enough to shock and kill the famous people in the great ocean. This trick When it was used, not only the expressions of the onlookers were horrified, but even the smiling old mother Haiyue, who was unable to desire, also had a solemn expression. As for the three-eyed gentleman, his face was still expressionless.

He couldn't stop laughing and said, "Fu Daoist used the magic power of pressing the bottom of the box, and now the little Confucian scholars will definitely not be able to hold it!"

As if to confirm what he said, the more than 30 inscriptions hanging above the Confucian Temple fell down in the next second, and smashed heavily into the soil.

The owners of these inscriptions, that is, Bai Yunxiao and other disciples of the three generations of Junzimen, all want to get drunk and their faces are red, and they can't even stand.

Blessed Daoist blinked his small eyes, stroked his mustache proudly, and sneered: "Poor Daoist can't be a killer, you don't know how powerful you are..."

After speaking, he shouted vigorously: "Yu!"

Another invisible eight-tone sound wave swept out, Bai Yunxiao and other disciples were sheltered by the Confucian Temple, but still fell more than [-] in an instant. Bai Yunxiao and others with higher cultivation levels also began to bleed from their noses and noses, making it difficult to control themselves.

"Good spell!"

Duanbuyu applauded loudly, and praised: "Brother Daoist, this Eight Winds Tianyin is indeed worthy of the power of Megatron Xihai!"

Fu Daoist was quite complacent, he first bowed his hands and humbly, then squinted at Bai Yunxiao, the only standing person in the Confucian Temple, and snorted coldly: "This Bai Scholar is a tough one, Bai Scholar, if you surrender obediently, worship If you are a disciple under Pindao, I will spare you to wait, okay?"

Bai Yunxiao glanced at Daoist Fu with disdain, and snorted coldly, "You are just an old bat who has become a master. I don't know where you learned the magic of Buddhism and magic, and you have developed some famous skills. How can you be a master of a small student?"

Daoist Fu's face darkened, and he shouted angrily, "Then go to your dead ghost master and Emperor Xuan of Qing!"

After roaring, the Daoist fortunately used his skills to cast spells, and shouted to the two conch shells again: "Ha!"

After Bai Yunxiao finished scolding Fu Daoist, he looked around, and saw that there was no one standing beside him or behind him. The juniors were lying or lying on their backs, their faces were pale, and their seven orifices were bleeding. Obviously, they were seriously injured.

Seeing such a tragic image, Bai Yunxiao couldn't help but smile bitterly, thinking, "Could it be that my Quanzhen Sect of Gentlemen is going to be wiped out here today?"Is this world too worthy of honor and decency?
Bai Yunxiao wanted to roar, but he had a splitting headache, and his whole body was weak and weak. Seeing Daoist Fu once again using the Eight Winds Heavenly Sound Technique, Bai Yunxiao was powerless to resist, so he could only take a step forward with gritted teeth, hoping to use his own He raised his body to resist the younger brothers, and felt the tremor when the sound wave approached. Bai Yunxiao felt that he was about to turn into flesh in the next instant, vaguely he seemed to see the uncle Qingxuan, and couldn't help laughing: "Uncle Shi , the disciple did not humiliate our Quanzhen Sect..."

After he finished speaking, Bai Yunxiao felt relieved and calmly faced the imminent death, but he waited for several breaths, but he did not feel the slightest pain, even a warm current, and his pain was instantly cured.

Bai Yunxiao was astonished, and then he heard the praise of Qing Xuan Shi's uncle: "Good boy, you really did not insult the gentleman's sect, nor did you insult the Quanzhen Sect!"

Bai Yunxiao blinked, seeing Emperor Qingxuan, who was really hovering in the air in front of him, with his feet stepping on the white clouds, his eyes suddenly turned red, and he knelt down and shouted, "It's really Uncle Shi, you old man!"

Behind Lin Qingxuan were Li Mochou, Xiaolongnv, Yang Ming, Zhang Sanfeng, and Shen Tongyuan. When they arrived near Yiwu Island, they noticed the sound of fighting on the island. Daoist Fu used Bafeng Tianyin's demon technique twice in succession to knock down Bai Yunxiao and other disciples in the Confucian Temple.

Lin Qingxuan originally wanted to let Yang Ming and others see the magical powers of the unparalleled masters of the Great Desolate Ocean, but seeing that Daoist Fu was going to kill them all, he had to sigh, and released the cold air of Xuanbing with his fingers to block the sound of the eight winds, and then took the Five fell.

Fu Daoist was full of confidence and killed Bai Yunxiao and others in one fell swoop, and then took their remnants to search for their souls to find out their Confucianism and Taoism. It disappeared without a sound.

Daoist Fu was so frightened that his face changed immediately. After seeing the four Daoists and a man and a woman who had fallen, he was even more vigilant. He temporarily took away the conch, and when he heard what Bai Yunxiao said and saw him kneeling down and kowtow, Fu Dao was more alert. The Taoist's heart sank, and then he couldn't stop looking at Lin Qingxuan, and said in a low voice: "Long beard beating his chest, phoenix eyes, smiling... It really is Emperor Qingxuan... But isn't he dead?"

Emperor Qingxuan was originally not well-known in the prehistoric seas, and later became famous in the battle against Haizumen on Yinu Island. When Fu Taoist thought that Quanzhen taught Emperor Qingxuan that Leifa that could kill 49 ancestors at once, he suddenly felt terrified, and his body Xing couldn't help but retreated hundreds of feet, and landed beside Duanbuyu, the three-eyed gentleman and Haiyue's old mother.

"Is it really Emperor Xuan of Qing? He didn't die?"

"I heard from the elder brother Bei Sanhe of Haizumen that the 49 ancestors who were killed by Emperor Qingxuan were all cast by the Whale Star Lord to lead their spirits back to the star realm. Since the Whale Star Lord took action, it was the Emperor Qingxuan was not dead when he cast the thunder method, so could it be possible that the old man Star Master can spare him?"

"Strange!"

"But isn't this the face of Emperor Qingxuan? The appearance is that he has the magical power to easily resolve my eight winds and Tianyin's stunt. Apart from him, I am afraid that there is no other person with this kind of cultivation in the great ocean!"

Sanyanjun grinned and said, "What are you bragging about for Emperor Qingxuan? Could it be that you are afraid of him?"

The Fu Daoist said angrily: "What did you say? Do you think you are better than the ancestors of the golden scale? Or are they comparable to the fifty ancestors of the ancestors of Shanghai?"

Sanyanjun snorted and said, "I can't compare to them, but since the old man Jingtun took action, Emperor Qingxuan decided that he couldn't survive. Could it be that you think Emperor Qingxuan is a person that Taiyi Star Lord is afraid of? "

Daoist Fu hesitated for a while: "This..."

Duanbuyu narrowed his eyes and looked at Emperor Qingxuan and his followers who were talking to Bai Yunxiao and others, and pondered: "The Lord is saying that this Emperor Qingxuan is fake."

Sanyanjun was silent for a moment, then said: "If it is true, wouldn't it be hitting the faces of Haizumen and Jingtun old man... I think it is true and false, and you will know!"

Sanyanjun took a step forward as he spoke, and then appeared ten feet in front of the Confucian Temple. Looking at the "Qingxuan Emperor" and others in front of the Dacheng Hall, he sneered: "The three-eyed king came to learn the great tricks of the Quanzhen Sect. !"

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After Lin Qingxuan rescued Bai Yunxiao and other disciples, and after being frightened away from Daoist Fu, the disciples from Junzimen stepped forward and kowtowed. Just as he was about to tell Bai Yunxiao that Shen Yi, Mo Qi and other great Confucians had been reincarnated and rebuilt, he suddenly heard the clamor of Sanyanjun, so he frowned.

Bai Yunxiao hurriedly whispered: "Sanyanjun is a well-known figure in the East China Sea. He has already taken refuge in the Haizu Sect. His three eyes are very powerful, Master Uncle pays attention."

Lin Qingxuan didn't even look at Sanyan Jun, Li Mochou and Xiao Longnv also smiled and waved their hands and turned into an ice chair and pulled him to sit down, but Yang Ming knew the old master's mind best, took a step forward and bowed: "Master Uncle, the thief is clamoring, please allow your disciple to kill him!"

Yang Ming's identity, Bai Yunxiao had just learned, he felt that Brother Yang was just a disciple of the same generation as him, how could he be the opponent of Sanyanjun, worried that he was unclear and hurriedly whispered: "Senior Brother Yang, don't be careless. …”

Yang Ming smiled and said, "Thank you for reminding my brother that we have a set of 'Chang Geng Qi Sword' for my brother. We Qingxuan Patriarch were full of praise when we saw it. We just used it today to shake our prestige and deter the evil spirits in the great ocean!"

Lin Qingxuan has long seen that the mana of Sanyanjun is far inferior to that of Yangshen Zhenxian. Even if Yang Ming only has the body of Yangshen and no physical body, he can't use [-]% of ten things, but adding Chang Geng water sword is enough to win. So he said lightly: "Let's go tomorrow, don't keep your hands."

Yang Ming agreed aloud, and then straightened his back, and the sword intent burst into the sky in an instant, causing Bai Yunxiao to lose his mind for a while, and Sanyan Jun's expression tightened.

"who are you?"

Yang Ming took a step forward and said slowly, "Yang Ming, a disciple of Quanzhen Sect."

After Yang Ming finished speaking, he waved his right hand, and the waves flowing around his body trembled. More than 100 drops of pale white water carried hundreds of unique moves of swordsmanship and magical skills, and swept towards the three-eyed Lord with the soaring sword intent.

Only Lin Qingxuan, Xiaolongnv, Li Mochou, Zhang Sanfeng, and Shen Tongyuan among the immortals on the island and outside the island could see the essence of this move. Zhang Sanfeng even secretly calculated in his heart: Huashan Xiyi Sword, Chaoyang One Qi Sword...Emei Chaoyang Swordsmanship, Ximing Swordsmanship, Extinction Two Swords...Kunlun Thunder Swordsmanship, Liangyi Swordsmanship...Shaolin Damo Swordsmanship...Qingniu Gong Dali Swordsmanship, Xunling Swordsmanship... ...Yuqing Palace Yuqing Demon Slaying Sword... Zixiao Palace Yiqi Sanqing Sword...

There are also Quanzhen Swordsmanship, Wudang Swordsmanship, Yuenu Swordsmanship, Yuxiao Swordsmanship, Xuantie Swordsmanship, Yang's Quick Sword, Mingfu Swordsmanship, Qimen Five Swords...

Every drop of water is a sword, implying a set of swordsmanship swordsmanship of superior swordsmanship. Even Zhang Sanfeng, Shen Tongyuan, Li Mochou, Xiaolongnv, and other kendo experts, can't help but secretly admire Yang Ming's shot.

Zhang Sanfeng even sighed lightly: "Brother Yang is indeed a sword immortal, this move can be described as a stroke of genius!"

Zhang Sanfeng and others could see how powerful Yang Ming's move was, but Sanyan Jun had never come into contact with the immortal's tricks under the Quanzhen Sect. At first, they thought it was a magic weapon of water droplets. After the sharp sword energy of "Water Drop" was torn apart, the three-eyed Juncai suddenly woke up. At this time, Chang Geng's water sword was already several meters in front of him, and it was too late to dodge and resist.

In a hurry, the third eye on the forehead of the three eyes suddenly released a golden light, and this golden light flew out and divided into hundreds of lines, each of which shot a drop of Chang Geng water sword.

Hundreds of drops of Chang Geng's water sword exploded and turned into mist, Sanyanjun was relieved, but the next moment he felt that his eyes were dark, and Yang Ming appeared in front of him.

A pair of sharp, flowing hands flew out from Yang Ming's waist, and suddenly grabbed Sanyanjun's body, and then Yang Ming stabbed his index finger forward.

Everyone heard a "poof", and then Sanyan Jun opened a deep blood hole on his forehead and fell to the ground. Yang Ming's blood-stained palm was holding a non-gold and non-jade, with a dark Eyeballs with golden texture.

(End of this chapter)