Chapter 2084 Xiao Kunlun

"Is he the person we are looking for?"

Jia Ruoyan looked at the man in the cell and said with some uncertainty.

She was confused because the man in front of her had no aura at all and seemed like an ordinary mortal.

Dui and Wuxin looked solemn.

The two of them cupped their hands at the same time and said, "I've met senior!"

There was silence in the cell.

I don't know how long it took, but the man seemed to wake up from his sleep. He noticed someone coming behind him and sighed softly.

I just heard him say leisurely: "You are still here, but actually I don't want to see you."

After everyone heard this, they couldn't help but look at each other, wondering what he meant by this.

The next moment, the long-haired man continued: "If you appear here, it means that Linghu Bai has fallen."

Only then did everyone suddenly realize.

It seemed that Linghu Bai and the man in front of him had made an agreement long ago, and everything that happened now was going according to their agreed plan.

"The Lord of Linghu City is dead. It was Senior Fu Chen who asked us to come." Ah-Dai said in a deep voice.

"Fu Chen?"

The rectangular man pondered for a moment and said with a smile: "I don't know this person. It's not important. What's important is that you are here, which means that this game of chess has reached its final moment."

After saying that, a green light suddenly bloomed in his body.

Plop! Plop!

It's like the sound of a beating heart.

The next moment, the aura of the long-haired man suddenly surged, as if a mountain roared and a tsunami swept across the entire valley!

Everyone took a step back involuntarily, Wuxin protected Jia Ruoyan behind him, and Ah-Dai protected Lin Shanjun behind him.

The sight in front of them made everyone feel suffocated.

From their perspective, where is the prison? In front of you is a vast sea, with numerous fairy mountains on the sea, towering and exuding the mysterious atmosphere of the ancient wilderness!

The man in prison did not target them, and the terrifying pressure bypassed everyone. But even so, Duan, Wuxin and others just glanced in the direction of the man, and a kind of helpless fear emerged in their hearts.

It was as if they had lost all their mana and were floating like a lonely boat in the vast ocean. The deep feeling of powerlessness awakened the fear deep in their hearts!

Fortunately, this state of affairs did not last long.

In just a moment, the man took his breath back into his body, and the coercion that shrouded the entire Tianlao disappeared instantly, and the mountain and sea phenomena also disappeared, as if they had never appeared.

It's like a sleeping lion wakes up and yawns, but soon closes his eyes and lies down on the ground.

Everyone in the prison breathed a sigh of relief.

Taking a closer look, the long-haired man has walked out of the quagmire. He is wearing a mysterious blue sea robe, a yellow stone brocade belt around his waist, and cloud patterns on the cuffs, making him look extraordinary.

"May I ask what you call me, senior?" Ah-Dai said respectfully.

The long-haired man turned around, revealing a resolute and handsome face, and said calmly: "I am the Lord of Kunwu City, Xiao Kunlun."

Everyone was a little surprised after hearing this.

It was rumored that Xiao Kunlun and Linghu Bai were at odds. Many years ago, a war broke out between the two sides, and Xiao Kunlun disappeared since then.

Some people say that Xiao Kunlun was defeated by Linghu Bai and has fallen long ago; but others say that the saint is immortal and Xiao Kunlun was only injured and is now dormant in the dark, just waiting for a comeback in the future!

Although there were many speculations, no one thought that the real Xiao Kunlun was actually in the heavenly prison of Wushuang City!

And looking at this situation, Xiao Kunlun was arrested voluntarily.

"Nothing surprising."

Xiao Kunlun glanced at everyone and said calmly: "When I was injured by the Buried Emperor, Linghu Bai tried his best to hide me here. Later, Cangnan Mountain arranged to trap Shen Lingtian and help me get the 'Six Paths of Heavenly Demon Ring' The fragments gradually suppressed the injury."

"Senior, are you talking about the Taoist discussion at Cangnan Mountain?"

"good!"

Xiao Kunlun nodded slightly: "Actually, in Linghu Bai's eyes, the traitor and the rebellion of the eight major sects are of no importance. What he really cares about is the fragments in Shen Lingtian's body! The battle at Cangnan Mountain not only destroyed the soul of Emperor Burying Heaven, but also helped I suppressed the injury and also helped a junior named 'Liang Yan'. It can be said that I killed three birds with one stone."

Hearing him mention "Liang Yan", Wu Xin's expression immediately changed.

"What kind of existence is Liang Yan in the layout of Linghu City Lord?" Wuxin couldn't help but ask.

It's no wonder that she has such doubts. After all, Linghu Bai is not a soft-hearted person in her impression. In order to achieve his goal, anyone may become Linghu Bai's abandoned son.

The only person Wuxin was worried about was Liang Yan. She was afraid that Liang Yan would never come back. This was her deepest fear.

Xiao Kunlun glanced at Wu Xin and suddenly smiled: "Are you Taoists?"

Wu Xin nodded.

"Haha, if Linghu Bai hadn't said it earlier, I would have killed you the first time I saw you!"

A meaningful smile appeared on Xiao Kunlun's face.

Wuxin knew that his identity had been discovered by the other party. He was a saint after all, so it was not surprising that he had such a method.

"Do not worry."

Xiao Kunlun put away his smile and said slowly: "I have only met this boy Liang Yan once, but I know that he is a very important part of Linghu Bai's plan, and he is definitely not an abandoned son."

"But he is facing the Burial Emperor." Wuxin still looked sad.

Xiao Kunlun said leisurely: "This is a battle between heaven and man, no one is completely sure. Linghu Bai even took himself into account, which shows the difficulty of this game. I can only guarantee that Liang Yan is not a discarded piece. As for whether he can survive, it depends on his own luck."

"Then what should we do now?" Ah Dai asked.

Xiao Kunlun smiled slightly, looking into the distance, as if he had penetrated through the heavy stone walls and saw the scene billions of miles away.

"The game has come to the winner, it's time to meet the other saints."

Darkness, boundless darkness.

Liang Yan felt his consciousness was groggy, he didn't know where he was, and he didn't know where to go.

There was still that burning pain in his body, and the meridians in his body seemed to be cut by a knife. Fortunately, the blood of the Immortal Dragon and the Hell Fire Phoenix had completed the fusion, and a gentle power emerged from the depths of his dantian, which began to help him repair his body and soul.

He was so confused, and he didn't know how long it had been.

Suddenly, a muffled "boom" sound awakened Liang Yan's remaining consciousness.

He opened his bloody eyes and looked up reluctantly. He saw two men standing in front of him, one was tall and strong, and the other was old and frail.

The two men stood still, but the aura they exuded was as deep as the sea. Even if they had been deliberately restrained, they were not comparable to ordinary cultivators.

"This is the aura of a saint."

Liang Yan had not met a saint for the first time, so he could tell it apart.

"I have seen the two saints, Soul and Demon. They don't look like them. Judging from their appearance and aura, they should be the Poison Saint and the Martial Saint."

Liang Yan's thoughts turned, and he used his spiritual sense to scan his situation again.

At this moment, he was bound by a ray of light and suspended behind the white-haired old man. His body could not move, and he barely had a little consciousness.

The white-haired old man and the burly man stood side by side, facing a white jade door.

The dull sound just now was the sound of this door slowly opening.

Rumble.

As the white jade palace gate opened, a majestic and sacred aura came to the face. This aura seemed to symbolize supreme power. Ordinary people would not have the heart to resist and would subconsciously worship it.

Liang Yan looked forward and saw a long staircase behind the white jade gate.

The staircase was as crystal clear as crystal. Mysterious runes were engraved on each step. It fell from a height of ten thousand feet, surrounded by white mist.

"Meet the city lord!"

Du Jiu and Mo Taisui both bowed their heads slightly, their tone very respectful.

After a moment of silence, a majestic voice came from the top of the stairs: "Come up."

"Yes, city lord."

Du Jiu and Mo Taisui did not hesitate, took Liang Yan into the white jade gate, and then climbed up the stairs.

The stairs were long, and neither of them dared to use magic power, and climbed purely on their feet.

A quarter of an hour later, the stairs reached the end.

I saw a throne suspended in the air, the whole body was carefully carved from white jade, and every inch of it was shining with a dreamlike luster.

The armrests of the throne were two purple-gold dragons, and the clouds from the dragons' mouths turned into wisps of auspicious air, lingering around, giving people an extremely majestic feeling.

A man sat on the throne, wearing a purple-gold robe with dragons and phoenixes, a seven-star cloud crown on his head, a square face, thick eyebrows, and a black mole at the corner of his mouth, looking majestic without anger!

The two saints Du and Wu stopped at the end of the stairs and saluted the man on the throne.

The man had a blank expression on his face, was silent for a moment, and slowly said: "Have you completed the tasks I assigned?"

Mo Taisui's eyes flashed, and he seemed a little uneasy.

Poison Dove was much calmer than him. After thinking for a while, he replied, "Reporting to the city lord, Fu Chen had the 'Thousand Machine Map' as a trump card, which was far beyond my expectation. Therefore, it took too much time and we didn't catch up with the four saints who escaped. However, we did not gain nothing. At least we caught Liang Yan, who Linghu Bai had high hopes for."

"Hmph!"

The man on the throne sneered and said leisurely, "Poison Dove, you are good at avoiding the important and focusing on the trivial. My mission is to capture the four saints, but you only captured Liang Yan. Do you dare to say that you have completed the mission?"

"Fu Chen was one of the nine saints back then, and his strength was unfathomable. We have tried our best." Poison Dove whispered.

"What a joke. You and Fu Chen are cultivators of the same generation, and you have practiced for more than 200,000 years. In the battle of 'Nine Saints Slaughtering Immortals', Fu Chen was seriously injured, and then he was trapped in a corner. How can you not be better than him?"

After hearing this, Poison Dove's old face flushed, and he lowered his head and remained silent.

This was actually what he hated most, because among the saints of that time, he was indeed mediocre in talent. His only advantage was that he knew how to advance and retreat, and was good at forbearance, so he lived the longest.

His greatest advantage was that he lived a long life. Although he could not compare with those saints who were so beautiful and charming back then, his magic power was not weaker than those saints who came later.

Except for Emperor Zangtian, no one dared to say such words in front of him, otherwise they would be impatient to live.

Only when facing Emperor Zangtian, he could only swallow his anger.

However, although Dujiu said nothing, a hint of doubt appeared in the depths of his eyes when he lowered his head.

The current Emperor Zangtian seemed to be different from before.

In the past, he used both kindness and force, and his emotions were not revealed on his face. He would never say such words in front of him. At that time, Emperor Zangtian always gave people a feeling of being unfathomable, and even the saints like them did not dare to guess his thoughts.

But since the battle in Daluo Cave Heaven, Emperor Zangtian often showed his irritable side, no longer giving them the feeling of a heavenly being.

Just like this time, before Dujiu came back to report, he had even guessed Emperor Zangtian's reaction.

The so-called heavenly being should not be guessed

At this moment, although Dujiu remained calm on the surface, he was silently calculating in his heart.

On the throne, Emperor Zangtian was silent for a moment, and seemed to have calmed down. He slowly said: "Forget it, things have come to this point, and there is no point in saying more. Among the four saints who escaped, the one I fear most is the angry monk, but his "Vajra Buddha Bone" is here with me, even if he escapes, he can't make any waves. As for Ying Rong'er, Lu Wuhuan and Zhongli Canye, they are not worth mentioning!"

"The city lord's divine power, all the seas are subdued!" Dujiu responded at the right time.

Emperor Zangtian ignored him and looked at the man floating behind the two.

"Hmph, Liang Yan? You finally fell into my hands."

The corner of Emperor Zangtian's mouth showed a trace of sneer, and with a wave of his hand, Liang Yan was involuntarily soaring into the air, and finally stopped in front of his throne.

"Linghu Bai has put a lot of effort into you, but what does it matter? If it weren't for the dog ancestor's action in front of the tomb of the Queen Mother of the West, you would have been a dead man! But it doesn't matter, after all the twists and turns, you still can't escape death in the end!"

Speaking of this, he narrowed his eyes slightly and laughed in a low voice: "Let me see, what secrets do you have, kid, that made Linghu Bai choose to bet on you!"

As soon as the voice fell, a purple glow was brushed from his body, and soon enveloped Liang Yan.

Liang Yan felt that he was being held tightly by someone, and he could hardly move! At the same time, a mysterious force spread from the opposite side, easily tearing open his defense and trying to enter his body.

At this critical moment, a green light suddenly emerged from Liang Yan's body, like a wall blocking him in front of him.

Bang!

With a crisp sound, the purple light shot by Emperor Zangtian was actually deflected by the green light, rising up into the sky, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Qingming Heart!"

Emperor Zangtian shouted angrily and stood up from the throne.

He gathered the magic power in his hand and pointed forward again. Another purple light burst out, this time shooting straight at Liang Yan's Niwan Palace.

But as expected, Liang Yan's eyebrows burst into green light again, deflecting his magic and preventing it from invading his body.

"Okay, okay!"

Emperor Zangtian laughed in anger, his eyes narrowed slightly: "Linghu Bai, Linghu Bai, you are dead and still want to go against me! After giving him the Qingming Heart, I can't explore the situation in his body, right?"

At this point, he suddenly exuded a terrifying murderous intent, which condensed into substance, forming a monstrous black hole behind him.

"Since I can't search his soul, then I will kill this boy directly, and see what you have to do!"