Chapter 1588: Cut Off the Golden Top with One Sword (Additional Update for the Leader of the Silver Alliance!)

Chapter 1588: Cut off the golden top with one sword (Additional update for Silver Alliance Leader Shaikong!)

As soon as Jin Yunpeng said this, the entire Yixing Valley was in an uproar.

Everyone showed a look of sudden realization.

Only now did they understand that the "new pavilion master" mentioned by Jin Yunpeng just now did not refer to Feng Shanyuan, but to someone else.

As for those three gifts, of course they were not given to Feng Shanyuan.

"Who is this gift-giver? If he openly exposes the conspiracy of Huang Jue Palace and Piaomiao Valley, isn't he afraid of the revenge of these two great sects?"

"What do you know! This man didn't even show his face. He killed the 'Scorpion of the God' with just one sword energy. What do you think he is?"

"What do you mean, brother?"

"Shh!"

The man from before hurriedly interrupted what he was saying, lowered his voice and said: "Stop it! Stop it! The things here are not for you and me to comment on. We'd better keep our mouths shut and find an opportunity to leave here later!"

While the monks from various sects were whispering, a voice from the crowd suddenly exclaimed:

"Look at that, you guys!"

The person who spoke was the leader of a small sect. His eyes widened with surprise on his face, and he pointed in the direction of the statue of the founder.

The people next to him were startled by him, and when they recovered, they looked in the direction he pointed.

The next moment, everyone's expressions changed slightly, and a thought suddenly appeared in their minds:

"Who is that person?"

I saw a man in gray standing directly under the statue of the founder and in front of the incense burner tablet.

This man is tall and tall, with broad shoulders. He is currently holding his hands behind his back, facing the statue of True Lord Yixing, with his back to everyone, and his face cannot be seen clearly.

Behind him, there are twelve Confucian scholars who are responsible for presiding over the succession ceremony of the pavilion master.

None of the twelve Confucian scholars reacted. It was not until they noticed that the monks on the top of the mountain were looking behind them that they realized something and turned around one after another.

When they saw the man in gray behind them, they were all shocked.

"Who is this person? When did he appear here?" One of the Confucian scholars asked through a message to the senior brother beside him.

"have no idea!"

Another Confucian scholar also sent a message and replied: "We were all standing here just now, and we didn't notice anything strange at all. This person seemed to appear out of thin air!"

"He seems a little weird, senior brother, am I dazzled? This person is obviously standing in front of us, but why can't I feel his presence?"

The faces of the twelve Confucian scholars became more and more frightened.

Although the man in gray with his back to them said nothing, in their eyes, he was like a majestic mountain reaching into the sky, and people like them were just a few ants at the foot of the mountain, even if they were standing on tiptoes. Even if you stand on tiptoe, you can't even see the peak of the mountain.

Silent pressure hangs over everyone's heart.

Unknowingly, the twelve Confucian scholars all took a step back, as if they subconsciously wanted to keep a distance from this person.

The huge Yixing Pavilion valley was now in deathly silence!

The man in gray didn't speak. No one in the entire valley, including the disciples of Yixing Pavilion and the monks from various sects in Nanchui, dared to make a sound.

This eerie silence lasted for about a quarter of an hour.

A quarter of an hour later, the man in gray stared at the statue in front of him and suddenly sighed.

Just listen to his long voice: "Bring the incense."

Everyone was slightly stunned, and a Confucian scholar who responded quickly said in a low voice: "He wants to burn incense."

The Confucian scholar holding the incense reacted immediately, hurriedly stepped forward, and sent the sandalwood behind the man in gray.

The man in gray didn't look back, and a stick of green incense flew out automatically and landed in his hand.

The incense candle ignited without any wind, and the green smoke rose up, shrouding the back of the man in gray. This moment was like a dream, giving people an unreal feeling.

The Confucian scholar holding the incense rubbed his eyes and looked carefully, and saw in the haze that the man in gray had already inserted the green incense into the incense burner.

However, he did not kowtow to Patriarch Yixing, but simply offered a stick of incense.

At this moment, there were three "green incense" sticks and two "fire incense" sticks in the incense burner. In the end, Lu Zizhen actually won the battle!

When the monks of Yixing Pavilion saw this scene, they were in a state of confusion and didn't know what to say.

After a moment of silence, Qin Dao Master Chi Mengyun suddenly took a step forward, cupped his hands and said: "Senior, the statue in front of you is the founding ancestor of our Yixing Pavilion. Since senior is in front of the tablet, just offering incense is not enough. No matter what, I have to bow down."

"You want me to bow down?"

The man in gray chuckled lightly, without turning around, but simply said: "What if I say 'no'?"

Chi Mengyun's face changed again and again, and finally he gritted his teeth and said: "Senior, this is our Yixing Pavilion. Even if Mr. Feng Ge is at fault, he should not be judged by an outsider. Although you are highly skilled, Our Yixing Pavilion also has the Supreme Ancestor sitting in charge, and we will not let you, an outsider, do whatever you want in front of the ancestor’s tablet.”

As soon as these words came out, several Taoist masters in Yixing Pavilion stood on Chi Mengyun's side, secretly wary of the man in gray.

The man in gray did not respond immediately. Instead, he stared at the statue of True Lord Yixing and was silent for a moment, seemingly recalling the past.

After a moment, the man slowly turned around.

Only then did everyone see his appearance clearly, and they saw that he was a young man with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, long hair like ink, and a green gourd tied around his waist. Although he was dressed very ordinary, he had an otherworldly aura.

"who is he?"

This question arises in everyone's mind, especially the monks who are watching. They are all heads of various sects and can be regarded as quite knowledgeable people. However, at this moment, they can't think of any place in Nanchui. Number one is similar to this person.

Just as everyone was thinking secretly, the man in gray glanced over and finally landed on Chi Mengyun.

"You are the master of Qin Dao, so your master is Yan Xinyu?" The man in gray suddenly asked.

Chi Mengyun was stunned for a moment, seemed a little surprised, and said subconsciously: "Senior, do you recognize your master?"

After hearing this, the man in gray chuckled lightly and did not answer, but continued to ask: "Where is Yan Xinyu now?"

"Master respects her"

Chi Mengyun hesitated for a moment, and finally said slowly: "Master was seriously injured as early as the Jiuyou Rebellion, and he has been in seclusion for more than thirty years to recuperate. Unfortunately, the injury was too serious. Even if It was the ancestor who was unable to save the day even though he took action, so the master had no choice but to finally sit on the top of the 'Wangyou Peak'."

"Wangyou Peak?"

The man in gray murmured and sighed: "Her death has made her forget many worries. But she gave me a slap back then, and now that I'm back in Nanchui, it's up to you to take the slap for her." "

"What?!"

Chi Mengyun was slightly startled when she heard this. Before she could react, the man in gray had already struck out with his palm.

A golden palm print flew through the air at an extremely fast speed, and was printed on Chi Mengyun's chest in just an instant.

This Taoist master of Qin Dao, who was in the early stage of Jindan cultivation, had no resistance at all. He was knocked upside down by this palm and hit the mountain wall of Yixing Pavilion. His whole body was sunk into the rocks.

puff!

A mouthful of blood spurted out from Chi Mengyun's mouth.

"Junior sister!"

Among the three veins and four paths, Lu Tao, Wei Sheng, Wu Zimo, and Song Yu all changed their expressions. They looked at each other and suddenly turned into four rays of light, surrounding Liang Yan on the high platform.

Wu Zimo shouted loudly: "Senior, why did you hurt someone? Yixing Pavilion has stood for thousands of years and has not fallen down. Of course we have our own heritage. If the sect-protecting formation is activated, seniors will not be able to reap the benefits, so I advise Senior, don’t bully others too much!”

"The background of Yixing Pavilion?"

The man in gray sneered and said calmly: "Yixing Pavilion has too many old habits. Those in power don't know the sufferings of the disciples of the sect. They are only obsessed with fighting for power. They follow the example and follow the example and bully others. After so many years, there is still nothing big. Variety."

Speaking of this, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

The next moment, he suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed. The green gourd on his waist swayed slightly, and a sword light shot out and shot into the sky!

The onlookers were greatly surprised. They all looked up and saw the sword light rushing high into the sky. Where the sword pointed, it was a towering mountain.

"It's 'Stargazing Peak'!"

Someone in the crowd yelled.

Guanxing Peak is the main peak of Yixing Pavilion. It is said that Lu Beiyou, the founder of Yixing Pavilion, preached on the top of this mountain.

For thousands of years since then, the successive masters of Yixing Pavilion have sealed up the top of the mountain and placed restrictions one after another on it. These restrictions are superimposed together to form a layer of faint golden light, which is called Yi Xing Pavilion by outsiders. Star gold top.

Now that sword light is heading towards this golden summit.

brush!

There was no time for everyone to react, just a moment of stunned silence, and the sword light had already circled the top of the mountain.

Boom!

The restrictions left by the successive masters of Yixing Pavilion were like paper in front of this sword light. As the sword light destroyed everything, the hundred-foot-long golden dome suddenly collapsed and fell from the Star Observation Peak.

"How dare you cut off the golden roof of our Yixing Pavilion!"

At this moment, all the Taoist masters of the Three Meridians and Four Paths had their eyes widened with expressions of disbelief.

Wei Sheng was the first to come to his senses and roared angrily: "Disciples of Yixing Pavilion, listen to the order, activate the sect-protecting formation, and follow me to kill the powerful enemy!"

Following his order, the monks from the Three Meridians and Four Paths, as well as several Taoist masters, all flew into the air, trying to activate the sect-protecting formation.

"I advise you not to worry about it."

The man in gray didn't make any move, he just glanced with his eyes. Everyone in the air suddenly felt cold all over. Not only could their spiritual power not work, but even the blood in their bodies seemed to have solidified.

These people had no power to resist, and the escape light disappeared uncontrollably, falling from mid-air.

Wei Sheng, Lu Tao, Wu Zimo, and Song Yu, these four Taoist masters were extremely frightened at this time!

The man in gray clothes in front of him didn't move at all. With just one look, everyone in Yixing Pavilion was unable to move!

At this time, the man in gray clothes sighed and said leisurely:

"Liang promised Senior Kumu Sheng that he would not be an enemy of Yixing Pavilion, but the grievances between Yixing Pavilion and me are hard to put into words. Now that we are here today, I will cut off the golden top of Yixing and wipe out all the past grievances."