Chapter 676 Seven Star Island

Chapter 676 Seven Star Island

With a flash of blue light, the nearby spiritual power began to twist and gather together, a big blue hand formed out of thin air, turning into a light and shadow, and fished towards the yellow light.

"Senior, show mercy."

Inside the yellow awn, there was a terrified voice of a young man raising his hand, but Lin Xuan's expression was as cold as ice, and with a slight force of his big blue hand, he had already grasped the yellow awn in his hand.

Taking a breath, Bi Huanyouhuo also flew back.

With a snap of his fingers, the crossbow flew to ashes and annihilated, Lin Xuan's expression was extremely satisfied.

Even Nascent Soul Stage monsters are nothing more than that.

Putting the storage bags of the two into the bag, Lin Xuan looked at the big hand made of spiritual power again.

His expression was a little dignified.

In the palm of that big hand, Huang Mang kept trembling, but unfortunately he couldn't break free from the confinement. Lin Xuan could feel his panic and resentment.

This matter is a bit strange, as we all know, only Nascent Soul Stage monsters can leave their souls. Ordinary monks, even in the Core Condensation Stage, will never have such ability.

Once the soul leaves the body, it will turn into nothingness within a short time and disappear from this world without a trace.

But this ray of yellow light is obviously the soul of the other party, but it has not weakened him at all after so long.

Could it be that this guy actually cultivated some kind of supernatural power to strengthen his soul power?

Lin Xuan began to guess in his mind.

But now he is not in the mood to study anything.

With a flick of the sleeve robe, the small jade box fell into the palm of his hand. Lin Xuan put the yellow awn into it, and pasted a forbidden talisman on the lid of the box.

He doesn't have any treasures to nourish the soul power in his hands, if the opponent doesn't have special supernatural powers, just let him fend for himself.

Of course, if the opponent's primordial spirit can always exist, then he has another use.

After doing all this, Lin Xuan released his consciousness. There was no immortal cultivator within a radius of tens of miles. He couldn't help but sighed. It was a bit embarrassing to have caused a disaster.

Fortunately, the murderer has already been executed, and the Ma family monk who died innocently and tragically can also rest in peace under the Nine Springs.

"Master, what should we do next, should we continue to practice here?"

"Of course not." Lin Xuan shook his head: "Originally, I planned this way. The magic baby has not been formed for a long time, so I will stabilize it first, and then go to find the spiritual fire that can refine Tianchen Dan, but in the current situation. Look, the plan had to change..."

"Why?" A trace of confusion flashed in Yue'er's eyes.

"Silly girl, do you still need to ask, how did the two Confucian immortal cultivators find this place?" Lin Xuan said with a wry smile.

"How? It should be that I discovered the celestial phenomenon when the young master's devil baby was formed..." Yue'er's expression froze when she said this, and she understood what Lin Xuan was thinking.

"Got it, since these two people can find the sign of the baby, the same goes for the others. If they stay here, troubles will follow." Lin Xuan sighed.

Yue'er nodded, the young master's words are good, it seems that it is time to leave.

Lin Xuan returned to the canyon, removed the formations in front of the cave, and tidied up other things. Then, with a flick of his sleeves, large wind blades shot out. Amidst the loud bang, two cliffs collapsed for a little bit Yu Yu immediately obliterated the traces of his stay here.

Then Lin Xuan turned into a blue rainbow and walked away.

...

Lin Xuan's choice was not wrong. It didn't take long for the news to spread far and wide.

First, there was a strange celestial sign near Huangqi Mountain, which attracted a large number of monks to visit. After all, this natural phenomenon is very likely to involve some strange treasure.

All of a sudden, there was a turmoil, and the nearby martial arts families, and even some powerful casual cultivators, were all ready to move.

As a result, nothing was discovered, and the only gain was that the Ma family entrenched here disappeared.

Hundreds of monks inside the gate were massacred and no one survived. When the news came out, the entire Xuan Kong Island was shaken.

Although the Ma family is just a small shrimp, they are attached to the power of Moyoumen after all. As the saying goes, it depends on the owner to beat a dog. Doing this is not equivalent to slapping Moyoumen's face hard.

The door owner was furious, and an elder personally led a team to investigate the root cause.

After peeling off the cocoon, clues surfaced, and all kinds of evidence pointed to another giant in the island's world of immortality.

Hao Ranzong!

However, this faction would not admit their crimes, and instead accused Mo Youmen of killing their two alchemy stage masters.

The two sides were at war with each other, and the smell of gunpowder intensified.

All of a sudden, there was turmoil in Xuankong, and all major forces were speculating whether this incident would become the fuse of another round of war between the two factions of Mo Confucianism.

Smart people can't get out of seclusion, and many family sects have begun to restrict disciples' going out activities, and shoot out the top birds. At this time, it is best to be a coward.

Of course, there are also some forces that are secretly excited. Heroes emerge in troubled times. As long as the planning is good, there is no hope of making a fool out of the fire.

The dark tide is raging.

...

Wucang Mountain, the main altar of Moyoumen.

In a place with the most aura, a white-robed Confucian scholar sat cross-legged with an old man named Hefa. Judging from the aura exuded, both of them were masters in the Nascent Soul stage.

The white-robed Confucian student, nicknamed Master Moyou, is the head of the sect. His magic skills are weird and cruel, but in terms of temperament, he is often regarded as a Confucian.

As for the old man Hefa, he had a strong figure and was full of demonic energy. He looked like a ruthless giant of the demonic way.

"Senior brother, why do we have to swallow our anger? Although the Ma family is not worth mentioning, this incident is too embarrassing for me, Demon Pylori." The old man Hefa stared with a pair of cross-eyed eyes, with a bad expression.

"Oh, so what should I do as a junior, to rekindle the war with those sour scholars?"

"Why not, are you still afraid of them?" the old man Hefa said unconvinced.

Seeing that the other party really intended to do so, Master Moyou couldn't help being stunned: "Junior Brother, you are thinking too simply, not to mention whether this matter is really the work of the Haoran Sect, it still needs to be considered, even if the evidence is convincing, it is not appropriate for us to have a fight with him now." They fought each other."

"Why?"

"Junior brother, why did you forget the great thing we planned." Master Moyou turned his head, looked at the natal beasts on the shelf, and nine of the eyes were already lit up: "Now our plan is halfway through, How can we have a bad relationship with the Haoran Sect at this critical moment, some patience is always required."

"But..." the old man Hefa nodded, but his expression was still a bit unwilling.

"Junior brother, if you can't bear it a little, you can make a big conspiracy. After all, you have lived to be six hundred years old. Don't tell me you still haven't figured out this truth. You can bear it for a while. As long as our plan succeeds, what is the Haoran sect? Xuankong Island is just a matter of effort." The white-robed Confucian scholar said with a smirk.