Chapter 1394 Sword Immortal

"Who would dare to intrude into the Babu Clan?" Yasha and Garuda, who were guarding the Babu Sanctuary Mountains, shouted loudly when they saw that there was a foreigner walking towards the Holy Mountain.

The man looked to be a man in his thirties, but he was covered in white hair and dressed in white clothes. He walked step by step. He was clearly walking on the earth, but he gave people the feeling of walking on the clouds. Feel.

It was as if the dirty earth was no longer under his feet, but the clean white clouds.

The man did not answer, but continued to walk step by step.

Yasha and Garuda were instantly furious. The people who could be sent to guard the holy mountain were the best among the eight tribes.

They burst out with fear-level power and attacked the man in white from left to right.

The man in white continued to walk forward as if he hadn't seen them, but Yaksha and Garuda who were in front of the man in white screamed and flew up.

It seems that there are invisible sword intents flashing past, cutting their strength together with their bodies into pieces, turning them into a rain of blood.

As if nothing had happened, the white-haired man stepped onto the stone steps of the holy mountain. The place where he stood was spotless, but behind him was a piece of blood-stained yellow sand.

The screams of Yaksha and Garuda before they died had already alarmed the eight tribes on the mountain. Many of the eight tribes rushed down from the mountain. They were all furious when they saw the blood on the ground and the white-haired man who was climbing the mountain. .

Many short-tempered Shura and Yaksha had already killed the white-haired man, and the sky was full of brilliance, as if countless stars had fallen and hit the white-haired man.

The white-haired man didn't even lift his eyelids, and continued straight up the stone steps.

Those eight tribes who rushed to him, without exception, were all strangled by invisible sword intent, knives, swords, spears, musical instruments, etc., all kinds of remnants and broken weapons flew with flesh and blood.

The white-haired man passed by, and none of the eight tribes could leave alive.

On the huge holy mountain, tens of thousands of people from the eight tribes have gathered, but no one dared to approach the white-haired man.

Every time the white-haired man took a step, the eight tribes in the sky and the mountains would involuntarily retreat, and no one dared to compete with him.

"My eight clans and the immortals have always been on good terms. As a member of the immortal clan, why did you want to slaughter my eight clans? Could it be that the immortal clan violated the original agreement of different dimensions?" Dharpo, suspended in the air, stared at the white-haired man who was going up the mountain and questioned.

The immortal man ignored her and walked up the mountain on his own, as if he was deaf.

"I'm talking to you, didn't you hear me? I'm the king of Gandharva. If you have something to do, you can tell me. If nothing happens, take a step forward and don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless." After cooling down, he stared at the immortal man with his pipa in his arms and said.

The immortal man still ignored it and continued to move forward.

Gandharva was instantly furious, her fingers flicked on the strings, and the turbulent music turned into invisible murderous intent, wrapping around the immortal man.

Click! Click!

Can't see the sword light, and can't hear the sound of the sword qi, but there is an invisible force that crushes the music, and all the strings of the lute in Gandarva's hand are all broken at the same time.

Gandarwa was shocked, and it was too late to retreat. She already felt that there was a terrifying sword intent, and maybe in the next second, she would be headed in a different place.

As the king of Gandharpo, she is also a natural disaster-level powerhouse. She never expected that the other party would force her to such a point without even moving her hand.

A dragon roar resounded throughout the night, and the dragon energy like a waterfall hung down from the top of the holy mountain, coiling around the body of the King of Gandarva, as if it had collided with some magical weapon, and the dragon energy was instantly broken.

Fortunately, the Sword Intent had disappeared, and the King of Gandharva hurriedly backed away, opening the distance from the Immortal Race man.

In addition to the king of Tianlong II, the other six kings have appeared, blocking the way of the immortal man, and seems to want to take him down.

Tens of thousands and eight tribes have also gathered, and the water is blocked in all directions, all with weapons in their hands, all pointing at the immortal man.

Tens of thousands of eight kings and six natural disaster-level kings did not seem to exist in the eyes of the immortal man. He continued to walk forward, and his eyes were always on a figure standing at the end of the steps. .

When the six kings saw him like this, they were all furious, and they were going to kill him here.

"Let him come up." The voice came from the end of the stone steps, and the person standing there was Wang Mingyuan, who had become the Dragon King, and he was the one who rescued Gan Da with his dragon energy just now.

After hearing Wang Mingyuan's words, the six kings had to order their troops to retreat and make way.

It's just that there are tens of thousands of tribal groups, all staring at both sides, everywhere in the sky and the ground. If it were an ordinary person, I'm afraid they would already be terrified.

The immortal man didn't notice anything, and walked to the end of the stone steps step by step.

"Why are you here?" When the immortal man approached Wang Mingyuan, Wang Mingyuan asked.

The immortal man ignored him and walked past him, his fluttering white hair almost brushed against Wang Mingyuan's face.

Wang Mingyuan stood there, watching the immortal man walk into the temple, and then sat down on the main seat of the temple.

There was originally the position of the head of the eight tribes. Even Di Tian, ​​who used to be the leader of the eight tribes, was not qualified to sit there. Now Wang Mingyuan is also only a subordinate. is eligible to sit in that position.

Seeing that the immortal man was actually sitting in that position, the majority of the eight tribes, whether they were kings or ordinary members, were about to rush into the hall to kill the immortal man, but Wang Mingyuan reached out his hand to stop him.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Wang Mingyuan asked, looking at the immortal man sitting high on the throne.

"From today, the eight tribes will be closed to the mountain for three years, and any group of eight tribes will not be allowed to leave half a step, and those who violate it will be executed." Wang Mingyuan, who looked down at His Highness from a high place, continued: "In the past, Bodhidharma faced the wall for nine years, and finally realized it. If you understand some truth, you don't need to face the wall, just stand there and reflect for nine years, no matter how stupid your talent is, you should be able to understand some truth."

"Why are you?" The eight tribes were all furious, and the Yasha King asked aloud, and the crowd was furious for a while, and the eight tribes couldn't help but want to rush into the hall.

Seeing that the war was about to break out, I actually saw a golden light coming from the sky.

"Sir... He..." The golden light fell to the ground, and it was a Buddha with golden light. King Yasha and the others hurried forward to salute. Before they could say anything, they were interrupted by the Buddha.

The Buddha walked in front of the immortal man, put his hands together, and bowed slightly, saying: "Jianxian, please don't be angry, starting today, the eight tribes will seal the mountain for three years, and the dragon king will self-examine for nine years, and he must not move half a step. What else do you have? Require?"

"My disciple of the Sword Immortal lineage cannot die in vain, and the one who kills him must lose his life." When the man spoke, his eyes kept looking at Wang Mingyuan who was standing there. He knew that Jiang Yan was Wang Mingyuan's disciple.