Chapter 742 Sect Civil War

"Isn't this the sword-washing pool I often use?" Wuyu Taoist Xinxin said, no wonder it looked familiar the more he looked at it. When he was young, he often used the sword-washing pool to cleanse his anger.

This is a treasure passed down from generation to generation by the Taoist sect. Even the child master often uses the sword washing pool to wash away his anger, so as not to beat Taoist Wuyu to death in anger.

From this perspective, Xijianchi is still the lifesaver of Taoist Wuyu.

Seeing his master noticing, Lu Yang looked quite embarrassed: "Didn't I hear the legend about you and Master? I wanted to be like you two, so I learned the art of swordsmanship by the Sword Washing Pond. It was probably too close to the Sword Washing Pond. Because of this, the Sword Washing Pool depends on me."

As if to confirm Lu Yang's statement, the sword-washing pool flew happily around Lu Yang.

"Don't mention it, the Sword Washing Pool is indeed a very useful attack magic weapon."

The Sword Washing Pool is much easier to use than the Qingfeng Sword. Although the Qingfeng Sword is an immortal sword, it has been sealed by the senior sister. When used by Lu Yang, it is a sword commensurate with his cultivation level.

The sword-washing pool was different. Not only was it of high quality, but it also had a close connection with Lu Yang, and it was as easy to move as an arm and a finger.

Just like the sword in front of me transformed into ten thousand swords, the ground it hit was extremely powerful.

"If you say so, the sword-washing pool is really useful." Taoist Buyu, as a master of swordsmanship, also saw the power of the sword-washing pool.

It's a pity that he has no connection with the sword-washing pool, so Lu Yang got an advantage, so he could only silently bless him.

"Come on, you need to practice more to become familiar with swordsmanship. Please try it several times."

Lu Yang nodded and obediently activated the sword-washing pool. The sky was once again densely covered with sword-washing pools, shrouding the top of Tianmen Peak in darkness.

"One sword turns into ten thousand swords, fall!"

Boom—Boom—

With the successful experience last time, it will be performed more smoothly this time.

"Haha, Lao Jiu, I didn't expect you to teach disciples." The great elder's hearty laughter came from the air.

Taoist Buyu didn't like what the elder said: "Go, go, why do you think I can still teach my disciples? Look at Xiaozhi, Xiaojin, Xiaotian and Xiaoyang, which one was not taught by me?"

The great elder sneered at Taoist Buyu's remarks: "Come on, Xiaozhi's high cultivation level is just like you."

As if they had agreed, swish, swish, one by one the elders flew to Tianmen Peak, the second elder, the third elder... and even the sixth elder who rarely met came.

As soon as the Sixth Elder arrived, everyone tacitly agreed to use spiritual consciousness to transmit messages.

"We senior brothers haven't been together for a long time, why not take this opportunity to practice?" the elder suggested with a smile.

Wuyudao's face darkened: "After you said that last time, you guys swarmed up and beat me half to death, and then made me the sect leader."

"Lao Jiu, this is your fault. There are so many people who are greedy for the position of the sect leader. The eight of us thought about our sect being easy, so we reluctantly gave up our love and let you become the sect leader. Instead, you blamed us."

Taoist Buyu chuckled, "It's not my first day in the world, how could I believe your lies?"

"Don't worry, this time we will have a fair exchange. Just like before, we will practice casually, regardless of camp, and the nine people will fight in a melee."

"That's pretty much it."

The eight elders and Taoist Wuyu looked at each other and smiled, as if they were remembering the green years when they were taught by their childhood master.

"Let's have a round."

Nine of the world's most famous fusions started fighting at the top of Tianmen Peak. Taoist Wuyu's swordsmanship, the great elder's dream spells, Uncle Ba's formations, the third elder's physical cultivation, the fourth elder's Confucianism cultivation, and the fifth elder's weapon refining. The skills of the Sixth Elder's Immortal Immortal Body, the Seventh Elder's alchemy skills, and the Eighth Elder's talismans are all the best in the world and the highest attainment in the same realm.

Although Taoist Wuyu and the great elder are already halfway through the tribulation stage, the battlefield is unpredictable, and when the nine people take action, it is really not a situation where whoever has higher cultivation can win the situation.

It was a rare occasion for the elders to fight, and the Taoist disciples quickly chose the nearest distance to watch the battle.

The battle between the combined monks was earth-shattering. There was no need to watch the battle from directly below like Lu Yang.

"Who do you think will win?"

"The Sixth Elder's Immaculate Immortal Body is immune to all spells. In the realm of the Immortal Body, the Sixth Elder is invincible!"

"Although the Immortal Wushu Body is powerful, it is not yet invincible."

"Great Elder, I heard that the Great Elder was a tough guy when he was young. He only started to cultivate his moral character as he got older. He dug holes everywhere and built tombs illegally."

"Yes, yes, I heard the old man at home say that the Great Elder has many enemies in the Imperial City, and a few of them started out as third-grade officials." The speaker was a senior brother who lived in the Imperial City, although not as good as the Meng family. Prominent, but it can also be called a wealthy family in the imperial city.

"If you say so, then our sect master is stronger than the great elder, and the streets of the Imperial City are full of our sect master's enemies."

"You underestimate our sect master too much. Not only are there enemies all over the imperial city, but also the entire world of immortal cultivation, regardless of the Central Continent or the Demon Realm and the Buddhist Kingdom. If you just ask any monk who has lived for two thousand years, who will not follow our sect master? Have a grudge?”

"Why do you feel so proud in your tone?"

"Of course I'm proud. Our sect leader is still alive and kicking when there are enemies everywhere. This is called ability."

The nine integration stage monks were fighting in a melee, each showing their magical powers, as if the sky was falling apart and the earth was shattering. The movement was much louder than when Lu Yang was practicing his sword skills.

The hard land of Tianmen Peak was like mud in front of the elders. They were playing with it at will. The trees collapsed, like a hurricane rolling over the ground, uprooting and leaving no grass growing.

The elders first attacked the strongest Taoist Bu Yu and the Great Elder. The combination of formation and talisman, the combination of alchemy and weapon refining... These two people were not easy to deal with. The sword and dream showed their power and were unpredictable.

But under the joint attack of the seven elders, they still showed signs of fatigue and gradually revealed their flaws.

Just as the disciples were guessing who would be the final winner, a puppet soared into the sky and knocked down the elders one by one like dumplings.

It was only when it came to the Sixth Elder that they were a little lighter.

The elders and the sect master, who had reached the highest level of cultivation, had no power to fight back and were defeated so easily. They fell to the ground and were dazed.

They looked up and saw a puppet carrying a large hoe standing in front of them. Without saying a word, he gave each of them a hoe and pointed to the devastated Tianmen Peak.

The meaning was very clear. No one could leave today without cleaning up the mess.

Seeing this, Lu Yang was very glad. Fortunately, his cultivation was low and he was not qualified to participate in this level of battle.

The puppet handed the last hoe to Lu Yang.

Lu Yang remembered the scene of turning one sword into ten thousand swords, silently took the hoe and joined the elders' team to level the ground.

…

Outside the Dao Sect, the chief of the Jin clan was still anxiously waiting for the news of the Taoist Master Buyu.

"It's been a day, why didn't you send me a letter? Is the Dao Sect too dangerous and can't let me in?"

"Or did you forget me?"

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