Chapter 483 Illusion and Inspection

Wang Qingyang's actions were beyond everyone's expectations.

So much so that everyone was stunned.

The majestic cultivator, Tong Jiao, the leader of Bailian Sect, could not help but shout:

"You are looking for death!"

However, along with his shout, the light on the third-level Tianleizi suddenly brightened!

Tong Jiao suddenly closed his mouth.

He stared at the calm girl with wide eyes, but he could only endure it.

And the Fenglin Mansion's Lord Ke Mo's originally calm and wise expression could not help but darken in an instant.

He could not help but grit his teeth and clench his fists, and the magic power in his body surged like a tide.

But then he loosened it again.

He took a deep breath, tried to calm down, and said in a deep voice:

"Okay! We retreat, but it's meaningless for you to do this. Do you think you can escape from here with this?"

"In the vast Huangji Continent, there are many Yuanying cultivators. Even if you overseas cultivators take away the inheritance of Lianxu, you are limited by the heaven and earth. You can't break through to Huashen at all. Instead, it will bring great disasters to the forces behind you!"

"When the time comes, you will attack in groups. Have you thought about this result?"

Como said earnestly.

However, what made him frown secretly was that the overseas female cultivator responded to him with only one sentence:

"I'll say three numbers. If you don't leave, then we will die together!"

"Three!"

The Tianleizi became brighter and brighter on Zhao Feng's forehead. No one doubted that the Tianleizi would explode in the next moment.

Como's tone stagnated!

Tong Jiao was furious and shouted:

"As the leader of my sect, how can I be threatened by a girl like you! I'll kill you! I don't believe you can destroy yourself in time! Then I will throw your body to the dirty rats under the ground of Tianmozhou! Let them abuse you! I will also extract your soul, find out your origins, and slaughter all the members of your sect..."

Wang Qingyang's expression remained unchanged, and he uttered a word:

"Second!"

"You!"

Tong Jiao angrily aimed the crossbow at Wang Qingyang, but Como dodged and held it down.

"Master Tong!"

Como looked at Tong Jiao deeply.

Tong Jiao snorted angrily and put away the crossbow.

He glanced at the monks around him and stretched his face:

"All retreat!"

Como also spoke immediately.

The monks around him immediately retreated to the back.

Komo turned to look at Wang Qingyang, and said frankly:

"We have retreated, but the result will not be any different. I advise you to hand him over to us. I can guarantee that as long as you give him to us, no one will pursue the forces behind you, including you. We can even send you away safely!"

Hearing Komo's words, Wang Qingyang lowered his head slightly, as if he was thinking seriously.

Seeing that his words had an effect, Komo's heart was slightly lifted, but his voice suddenly turned cold:

"Of course, you should not have any illusions. To be honest, even if you kill him, the inheritance will most likely return to the Dragon Pond by itself. If we want to get it, it's nothing more than spending more time and effort. We just don't want to do this. On the contrary, if you don't give it to us..."

Komo suddenly spread his palm, and a bronze mirror with gorgeous patterns flew out of his palm.

Wang Qingyang's face was slightly gloomy, and the Tianleizi had completely brightened!

"Don't be nervous, haha, I just want to let you know the current situation."

The bronze mirror was suspended slightly, and did not make any move towards Wang Qingyang, but instead reflected a virtual image of a map.

Como pointed to a piece of land, looked at Wang Qingyang with a smile:

"Haha, judging from your clothes, appearance, speech and behavior, you are obviously not from Tianmozhou, and are slightly different from Jingyuanzhou. If I am not mistaken, you should be from here, right?"

The finger lightly tapped.

The location pointed was exactly where Fenglinzhou was.

Subconsciously scanning the scene in the glasses, Wang Qingyang narrowed his eyes slightly and said nothing.

Komo said to himself:

"It doesn't matter if you don't admit it."

"If I remember correctly, the major forces in Fenglinzhou can be counted on one hand, Yan, Jin, Chu, Qi, Wu, one demon, three sects, and five clans. After this disaster, there may not be many left... Let's check one by one, and we will always find your roots! Little girl, I think you should be young, and there may be hope for you to enter the Nascent Soul in the future. There is no need to harm yourself and everyone for this unrealistic thing."

"What do you think?"

Listening to Komo's coercion and inducement, Wang Qingyang glanced at Zhao Feng beside him.

At this moment, Zhao Feng had completely closed his eyes.

The figure was sometimes clear and sometimes illusory.

It was obvious that he was trying his best to resist the control of the arrow from his chest.

Even though Wang Qingyang was calm in his heart, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious at this moment.

"Why hasn't Master Uncle Guan come out yet...If we delay any longer, it's hard to guarantee that they will have some means to plot against us."

As soon as the thought came up, Wang Qingyang's face suddenly sank!

At the same time, her body suddenly fell down uncontrollably, and the light of the Heavenly Thunder Seed hanging between Zhao Feng's eyebrows dimmed and fell straight down.

She couldn't even feel the existence of the Heavenly Thunder Seed.

No matter how she tried to raise her mana, there was no response at all, and she felt that the mana in the golden elixir seemed to have completely disappeared.

"I was ambushed! When was it..."

Wang Qingyang's face was pale, his black hair was blown by the whistling wind, and he looked up and fell down.

In the pupils, the sneering face of Ke Mo, the master of Fenglin Mansion, was reflected in mid-air, as well as the slightly rotating ornate mirror in his hand.

Her appearance was clearly reflected in the mirror, but her eyes in the mirror were dull, as if she had lost her soul.

"Catch her! Keep an eye on her, she can be of great use!"

"It's that mirror!"

She suddenly woke up.

But it was too late to realize this.

Her magic power could not be used, and the result waiting for her was to fall from the clouds and mist, and be attacked and killed by magical weapons from several unnoticed disciples of the Five Sects.

…

In mid-air, Ke Mo dodged and landed in front of Zhao Feng. He stared at Zhao Feng with extreme joy in his eyes.

In today's world, the method of refining the void is indeed no longer able to promote people to become gods.

But practicing the Void Refining Technique can greatly improve his foundation and fighting skills.

In today's era when gods cannot be transformed, one Yang Que can suppress the heads of the five sects, but if he obtains this method of refining the void, what does Yang Que mean?

Strength is always the greatest means to safeguard one's own interests.

However, the next moment, his expression suddenly darkened.

In front of Zhao Feng, another majestic figure with a bed crossbow appeared, and he was able to block him behind him.

Kemo narrowed his eyes slightly:

"Master Tongmen."

"Palace Master Ke, this swordsman is fierce and has killed many disciples of my Bailian Sect. I will take him back and ask him to atone for the sins of my Bailian Sect disciples... Palace Master Ke should understand, right?"

Tong Jiao, the master of Bailian Sect, opened his mouth, revealing a row of bright white teeth.

After hearing Tong Jiao's words, the surrounding monks from Fenglin Mansion all looked slightly cold and quietly gathered their magic power.

The members of the Bailian Sect were not surprised, and each of them took out a handful of mechanical crossbows and other mechanical weapons of different styles in their hands.

Kemo smiled slightly:

"Is Master Tong so confident that he can take us down? Besides us, there are also people from Qiyizhai and Babao Palace here. If they spread the word about this, haha..."

Tong Jiao's complexion changed slightly.

Although practicing the Void Refining Technique will probably bring him great improvement, he is still a Yuanying monk after all, and no one has the confidence to be able to stop the entire Huangjizhou monks from attacking.

Even Yang Que is the same.

If it really attracts the prying eyes of others, I am afraid that the Bailian Sect will never have peace.

But he was really reluctant to give up.

Kemo said leisurely:

"There are three paths to the Lianxu inheritance, and this is just the first path. Our five sects have always had the ambition to restore the sect's governance of Huangji Continent. Now in the imperial capital of Yangque, all the cities are guarded and enshrined. The cooperation will benefit , division is harmful, do you and I have to fight each other for this first inheritance? "

Tong Jiao couldn't help but look hesitant.

Kemo remained calm and continued:

"In the Hualong Pond, there are infinite treasures that the Daqian Royal Family has accumulated for so many years. Do you, the Bailian Sect, have the confidence to swallow them all by yourself?"

"The master of the True Word Sect is no longer here, and just now a disciple reported that Mei Shan, the master of the Eight Treasures Palace, seemed to have encountered a powerful enemy, and even his body was destroyed... The three inheritances are exactly the same as the three sects. Master Tong, fellow Taoist Tong, what do you think? Woolen cloth?"

All around, the monks from the Eight Treasure Palace suddenly changed their expressions, looked at each other, and immediately fled.

Tong Jiao snorted coldly.

After receiving the message, the cultivators from the Bailian Sect immediately targeted the few cultivators from the Babao Palace who were trying to escape. The cultivators from the Fenglin Mansion also followed suit. Magical weapons clashed and screams occurred one after another.

Below, several monks also trapped the pale Wang Qingyang in a cage and dragged him up into the air.

Tong Jiao looked at Kemo with a trace of unwillingness in his eyes:

"Fellow Daoist Ke, how do you think we should deal with this inheritance?"

Seeing Tong Jiao finally make his choice, Ke Mo couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction in his heart.

Hearing this he said leisurely:

"Capture this person first to avoid further trouble. Continue to guard the Hualong Pond. Now that there is no Shingon Sect and Eight Treasure Palace, if you want to resist the imperial capital Yang Que, the pressure may be greater, but there are still many small The sects and casual cultivators have been excluded from the cities, so we will take them under our command and use them as vanguards."

"As long as we survive this period of time, what about Yang Que? What about the imperial capital? Huangjizhou will return to the governance of our sect..."

The words suddenly stopped.

Kemo subconsciously raised his head and looked at the rapidly flowing clouds around him, frowning unconsciously:

"Strange, why did the wind... suddenly become stronger?"

"wind?"

Tong Jiao turned sideways slightly and looked into the distance suspiciously.

In the cage, feeling the inexplicably accelerating wind speed around him, Wang Qingyang's eyes were stunned:

"Why does this wind smell like the word "urgent"?"

But only after one breath.

Ke Mo and Tong Jiao then both looked serious.

The surrounding clouds are flowing towards the rear at a very fast speed!

The wind blowing in the distance quickly became fierce and violent.

"Another natural disaster is coming? This wind is so shocking!"

Ke Mo looked solemn and shouted urgently:

"Be careful!"

"Formation!"

The words have not yet finished.

In the extremely fast flowing wind, a Fenglin Mansion monk at the Golden Core Realm flew out uncontrollably!

And this seems to be a signal.

Immediately afterwards, more monks from Fenglin Mansion, Bailianmen, and Qiyuezhai were completely unable to maintain their bodies. Even though they tried their best, they were still blown away by the strong wind uncontrollably.

Only the Nascent Soul cultivators were left to barely maintain their bodies in this amazing wind.

Como, Tong Jiao and a few others stood still, as steady as a mountain, blocking Zhao Feng and Wang Qingyang behind them.

However, they had no time to care about other disciples, and their eyes were all looking at the distant horizon in horror.

There, a hurricane that went straight through the sky and earth, howling, rolled towards everyone!

"There is someone in the wind!"

A Nascent Soul cultivator had a keen sense and couldn't help but exclaimed.

"So fast!"

Como couldn't help but be secretly surprised:

"Who is the person in the wind?"

At this moment, Wang Qingyang in the cage, the astonishment in his eyes disappeared, and turned into a hint of disbelief:

"Could this be..."

The next moment.

The hurricane was like a dragon, swimming in front of the cultivators at an amazing speed.

In the solemn eyes of Como and Tong Jiao, it suddenly stopped strangely.

However, the power of the surrounding strong winds instantly escalated at this moment!

There was even an early Nascent Soul cultivator who couldn't hold on and was quickly blown by the strong wind.

If it weren't for a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator beside Como who took action in time and grabbed him with his magic power, he would have been swept away.

In the hurricane, a strange young figure slowly walked out and looked down at everyone from a high position.

"May I ask who you are and why you attacked my five sect cultivators for no reason?"

Como narrowed his eyes and looked up at the young figure protected by the flowing wind vortex, feeling doubtful.

And at this moment.

A female voice with surprise came from the cage behind him:

"Master!"

"Master?"

Como's face changed slightly, his mind turned quickly, and he reacted almost instantly!

"Kill!"

Countless blue-black phoenix feathers shot out from his clothes and sleeves towards the young figure protected by the wind vortex.

At the same time, a mirror was also sacrificed by him, quickly reflecting the young man!

Tong Jiao also took out the God-breaking Crossbow at the first moment, and shot out an arrow engraved with strange patterns and spells in an instant. The distance was too close, and almost at the same time as it was shot, it had already hit the young monk heavily!

Bang!

At this moment.

The young monk disappeared, and the hurricane disappeared.

It was like water light breaking, splashing countless waves.

The world finally returned to the past.

Komo looked ahead blankly.

On the opposite side, Tong Jiao, who should have stood beside him, stood there at some point.

His eyes were dull, but his body was full of countless phoenix feathers that were quenched with poisonous effects on monks, and a gorgeous mirror was shining on his head.

The monks around him who should have been blown away by the strong wind were now standing in the air with dull eyes.

Komo looked down at his chest blankly.

An arrow engraved with special patterns and spells penetrated the real flesh and pierced into his Nascent Soul.

The precious light on his body dimmed, and the mana in his body was quickly sealed by the arrow.

But he didn't feel anything, as if all the perception of his body had disappeared.

He suddenly thought of something, and used up the last bit of mana that was not sealed, and tried to turn his head and look behind him.

The girl who escaped from the cage.

The overseas sword cultivator who was quickly recovering after the arrow was pulled out.

And... the figure of the young monk he had just seen with his own eyes!

His face was ordinary, but full of mystery and depth brought by the unfathomable power.

"You... just now you..."

His lips trembled.

The young monk turned his head with a touch of surprise in his calmness:

"You woke up, the divine pattern on this arrow is quite interesting."

At this moment, Como finally understood everything, and was stunned:

"It turned out to be an illusion... It turned out to be just an illusion!"

Just now, he was ambitious and wanted to reproduce the glory of the past sect era.

However, it was only a few breaths of time...

Como suddenly looked up, stared at the young monk, and said in a trembling voice:

"Who are you? Are you a Divine Transformation Monk?"

The young monk did not mean to answer.

Como's face was sad:

"I am now a dry bone in the tomb. If I don't know who killed me, I will die with my eyes wide open!"

Hearing this, the young monk was silent for a while, and then finally said:

"Feng Linzhou, the deputy leader of the Original Demon Sect."

"Feng Linzhou?"

Como was stunned:

"I guessed right, I guessed right... Original Demon Sect, I remember it!"

The next moment, a sound transmission note suddenly shot out from his body at an astonishing speed!

And the magic power in Como's body was finally completely sealed.

The body fell down involuntarily.

However, the sadness on his face had completely disappeared, leaving only a very ferocious smile:

"Haha! I have passed this to Yang Que! He will come to find you! He will! Even if I die, you will always accompany me..."

His smile froze in shock.

The young monk's face did not show the tension and panic he expected, only a trace of calmness from beginning to end.

He calmly watched himself finish speaking, then calmly stretched out his palm, which turned into a huge hand covering the sky, completely covering him.

Consciousness, then quietly fell silent...

The young monk casually threw all the monks who were controlled around him into a scroll.

Wang Qingyang and Zhao Feng, who had recovered somewhat, also walked in immediately.

The young monk glanced for a while, and then suddenly shot down. A mountain peak below suddenly broke, and countless rubble buried a black token in it.

Then the young monk had a thought in his mind and disappeared.

above.

In the Hualong Pond.

Master Hualong with a big nose and small eyes looked at the picture in the water mirror, thoughtfully:

"It turned out to be the deputy sect leader of the original Demon Sect... He was so well hidden that he didn't even realize he was the Demon Sect's background."

"No, we have to watch that big-headed guy! We can't let him escape again!"

…

"There is nothing wrong with him, but it would be a bit troublesome to take out the Void Refining inheritance from his soul."

Inside the Wanxiang Sutra Library.

Jiang Yi squinted his eyes, looked at Zhao Feng carefully, and said to Wang Hao at the same time.

Wang Hao frowned slightly:

"Can't even seniors solve it?"

After hearing Wang Hao's words, Jiang Yi glanced at Wang Hao.

It seemed that because Wang Yan had learned the way of yin and yang in a short period of time before, she didn't say anything more. She just snorted lightly and then said:

"Trouble doesn't mean it can't be solved."

"Besides, the trouble I'm talking about is mainly because I don't want the person who imposed the ban to notice it."

Wang Ba immediately saluted solemnly and said:

"This inheritance of refining the void is related to a dojo that may accommodate the monks in the sect to be promoted to gods. I would like to ask the seniors to take action."

"Are you talking about the venue?"

Jiang Yi looked slightly startled, then his expression condensed: "Where is it?"

Wang Hao did not hide anything, and even told Guan Ao the news.

"Hualong Pond... When Ye Cangsheng died that day, it seems that something did fall behind... Are you worried that Ye Cangsheng's backhand was hidden in the Void Refining inheritance?"

Wang Yan nodded: "Over the years, I have been repairing and repairing three cunning rabbit caves. I really can't believe that Ye Cangsheng, who has deliberately cultivated many gods for sacrifice, fell so easily."

Jiang Yi frowned slightly: "He is indeed dead. I witnessed it with my own eyes that day. He can't deceive me about this."

Wang Hao shook his head and said frankly:

"Didn't the Japanese and Han Mengzi also fall in full view of the public? Ye Cangsheng may be really dead, or he may have some means of resurrection hidden. According to the words of the Dragon Transformation Master, this Dragon Transformation Pond can allow monks to advance to become gods. , if it is true, we cannot let go of such a rare opportunity.”

Using spirit beasts to mass-produce Taoism is still just their idea and has not yet been realized.

But Hualong Pond is the opportunity in front of him.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yi became slightly more serious.

"I'm just a Nascent Soul now, so it's a bit troublesome to do it. Let Pang Xiu come over and help me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Pang Xiu's figure floated up.

Half a day later.

Jiang Yi looked slightly pale and unfolded several pages of gold paper rubbings in his hand.

"This is the inheritance of refining the void, the Heavenly Saint Treasure Mirror."

"I've seen it, there's nothing wrong with it."

In his tone, there was a hint of disapproval of this so-called inheritance of refining the void.

Wang Yan took these gold papers and felt a little excited in his heart.

"There is no problem with the inheritance. In this way, we can let Master Guan and the others practice."

But he immediately noticed the change in Jiang Yi's expression and said curiously:

"Senior doesn't seem to think too highly of this Void Refining inheritance."

Jiang Yi did not hide his thoughts and said casually:

"After cultivating the Yuan Shen and Dao realm, the path has basically been finalized. The so-called Void Refining inheritance and Fusion inheritance are nothing more than methods and directions for improvement after the Dao realm is formed. It is indeed useful, but these are the methods of predecessors. , what the predecessors can use may not be suitable for future generations. The ability to really get to that point depends entirely on one's own past accumulation. In the final analysis, these so-called inheritances are not much better than the Hehua Shen technique. "

"The most important thing is to get rid of the essentials and keep the essentials. That is why the middle path of Xiaocang Realm is interrupted. If you don't know the past situation, you will flock to these things. What's more, this Tiansheng Baojian is just that. , it’s not that profound, it’s similar to the techniques passed down from the Wanxiang Sect.”

Wang Hao was slightly stunned, but then his heart suddenly moved.

Turning around, Wang Qingyang walked over.

"Senior, please take a look at this inheritance among the younger disciples?"

After Wang Qingyang ascended the rank, he performed extremely well. Although he was not able to obtain the Void Refining inheritance like Zhao Feng, he also received a Divine Transformation inheritance.

Jiang Yi was a little impatient:

"There are no problems with the Void Refining inheritance. Is there any problem with the God Transformation inheritance?"

Wang Ba looked apologetic: "Please help me, senior, to verify what I'm thinking."

Jiang Yi took a breath, glanced at Wang Yan, and finally took action with Pang Xiu.

This time, a full three days passed.

In the meantime, Wang Ba also made a round trip to Huangji Continent. Except for a few disciples who were never found, he brought the remaining disciples back.

But only Guan Ao was not seen. (End of chapter)