Volume 2: Yun Ji Cang Hai Chapter 755: Each Has Its Own Importance

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A burst of light flashed, and a group of figures appeared on the spot. They all stopped and watched, with different expressions.

The five-color skylight here is constantly changing, restricted and flying, and the air movement is disordered. A hundred miles ahead, wisps of blue smoke fell from the sky, forming an ethereal whirlwind. The wind was gentle but boundless, not only blocking everyone's way, but also sealing off another strange world within it.

"Master, that is the Gangfeng in the sky..." The person who asked the question was a middle-aged scholar. He was dressed in a pure green robe, with three flowing light beards, and his manners were elegant and calm.

The leader of the dozen or so people was a man who looked like a Confucian scholar. He had eyebrows on his temples, a slender face and a restrained aura. He also wore a light-colored cloud robe to show his extraordinary status. Hearing the sound, he twitched his beard and smiled and said: "Walking through the land of 'Wujiu' to get here is just approaching the threshold of Houtu Wonderland. But passing through the gate of Gangfeng in the sky and entering Houtu Pagoda Mountain is the real journey." Enter the palace! Haha! What will happen in the end is determined by chance..." He spoke easily, raised his hands and raised his feet in a natural manner, showing his masterful demeanor.

The two people speaking were Wen Xuanzi and his disciple Ning Yuan. The dozen or so people accompanying him were all disciples from Xiazhou and Shenzhou Sect.

"However, now is the time when the strong wind in the sky is fierce, so we have to wait and wait for the opportunity!" Wen Xuanzi said this, so that he could sit cross-legged on the spot. The rest of the people suddenly realized, they all suppressed their curiosity and took a rest nearby.

Ning Yuan stood by his master's side, unable to stop looking around, and said to himself: "The strong wind in the sky seems to be ethereal, but it has deep meaning, but I don't know what is going on..."

"This strong wind is not only dangerous, but also has the ability to block spiritual consciousness. It has a radius of 100,000 miles and forms another world. It is absolutely extraordinary..." Wen Xuanzi has a gentle temperament and is willing to explain his disciples' doubts.

Ning Yuan said with some regret: "Junior sister is very smart, but she missed this opportunity..." He and his junior sister Wen Xin have a deep friendship, and they will never forget each other when there are good things.

Wen Xuanzi shook his head and chuckled: "There are countless opportunities in life, how can we be limited to one moment and one place! And the fairyland opens every one hundred and sixty years, thousands of monks swarm in, and only a few can finally enter Hoututa Mountain!"

Hearing this, Ning Yuan turned around and looked around. He was lucky. After entering the fairyland, he and several fellow disciples followed the master and arrived here smoothly. But more than two hundred monks came to Xiazhou, and only a dozen were left in front of them. The others were hard to find.

Wen Xuanzi cast a faint glance in the distance, then turned to Ning Yuan and ordered: "The strong wind in the sky will weaken for three days every one and a half months. No one can enter the back earth realm except then. While waiting here, you Leading a few people to the entrance of the 'Five-Nine' land, I took the camera to pick up my disciples in Xiazhou, and paid attention to the movements of each immortal sect..."

Ning Yuan stood up and said yes. Wen Xuanzi pondered for a moment, then switched to voice transmission and said: "Your uncle doesn't want Na Lin Yi to die in the fairyland. If you see this person..."

Ning Yuan was leaning down to listen, but there was nothing to say. When he was puzzled, Wen Xuanzi looked hesitant, waved his hand gently and said: "If he can come here alive, let me say..."

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When Wen Xuanzi made a move, figures appeared one after another on the edge of the Hundred Thousand Miles Valley. Facing the insurmountable strong wind in the sky, the monks of these large and small immortal sects had no choice but to wait. However, maybe the fairyland is right in front of us, or maybe there are other plans, and no one can rest in peace...

The exit of the Nine Sou Land was shrouded in clouds and mist. Two figures rushed out one after another, it was Gong Liangzan and Gong Yangli. The two of them were not curious about the strong wind on the sky, but each opened their spiritual consciousness to look into the distance.

A moment later, four monks in the late Nascent Soul stage rushed over. The visitors were disciples of Gongliang Sect and Zhenwu Sect, and they were busy paying homage to the ancestors of each family before they even came near.

Gong Liangzan faced the way he came in silently, a hint of anger flashed in his dull and gloomy expression. After chasing him all the way, there was no trace of the person he wanted to kill. snort! Either hiding somewhere else or falling behind, I might as well build a net and wait.

Turning a blind eye to the two disciples, Gong Liangzan took out a jade slip and threw it out, ordering: "Stay here with me, don't let those two people go..." The other party did not dare to neglect, and hurriedly accepted the order and said yes. One of the disciples turned around and left, apparently to gather men.

It was expected that Gongliangzan would not give up. But Gongyang Li had no intention of getting involved. He just sent a few instructions secretly, then left the two disciples of the Zhenwu Sect and went straight ahead.

"You and I should work together to find those two juniors..." Gong Liangzan chased after him with some dissatisfaction.

Gong Yangli said without looking back: "It's a big deal if my disciple is killed, but it's a small matter if the two juniors escape. You and I each have our own priorities..." He was tall, rough-looking, and majestic, but when he spoke, Take your time. Realizing that the face of the man who followed him was ugly, he pretended not to see him, and then said: "Since Wen Baizi wants to kill Lin Yi, I have to go and find out what happened, and I must not let that kid go..."

Gong Liangzan's gloomy eyes moved and he said: "You and I will go together..."

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In a corner of the sky beyond the wind, a group of monks surrounded an old man with gray beard and hair. This man has a slender figure, a face as sharp as a knife, deep eyes, and an extraordinary majesty. He sits upright and motionless. Opposite him stood an ancient work from the Dao Qi Sect, with a few drops of cold sweat on his dark face and an expression of fear and uneasiness.

"Haha! In order to hunt him down, more than 30 of my Shuzhou disciples died..." The old man pulled back his long beard and laughed loudly. His expression was as calm as water, without a trace of smile.

Gu Zuo was so scared that he lowered his head and stammered: "It was my eagerness to achieve merit that caused such a disaster. Please forgive me, Master!"

The old man raised his eyes, and everyone around him was silent. Seeing Gu Zuo's respectful expression in front of him, he nodded slightly and said: "You didn't forget the order of the master, and did your best to hunt down Lin Yi. When all 23 people in your group died, you were able to retreat and come to report the truth. I am very happy!"

Gu Zuo folded his hands and dared not say a word.

The old man said in a deep voice: "Those who are brave, resourceful and loyal to the master should be my personal disciples..."

Gu Zuo shuddered and raised his head in disbelief, and heard the other party continue to say: "Those dead disciples will be properly compensated by our Daoqi Sect, and you will take care of them..."

At this time, Gu Zuo realized that what he heard was correct, and he couldn't help but feel surprised and happy. He knelt on the ground and bowed his head: "Disciple kowtows to the master... Disciple is incompetent..." After all the twists and turns and exhausting his efforts, he was waiting for this day. What's the use of being a cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage? If you can't achieve the transformation of the spirit, everything is in vain. Jiuzhou is so big that there are only a dozen people who can achieve the transformation of the spirit. It can be seen how difficult it is to cross that natural barrier. And if there is a master who has achieved the transformation of the spirit to give guidance, there will be an extra 10% chance of ascending to heaven...

Everyone around breathed a sigh of relief and cast envious eyes one by one.

Gu Zuo's incoherent speech was understandable, and the old man said disapprovingly: "Although the casualties are heavy, it is not your fault..." He paused, as if he remembered something, and said to himself: "If I had known this, I should have ended the matter at the beginning! But who would have thought that the unprepossessing boy was the one I was looking for, by chance..."

"Master! That boy actually escaped from your hands..." Gu Zuo was surprised.

The old man waved his hand without saying anything, and ordered: "Go and gather your disciples and pay attention to the boy's movements! With me here, he can't escape death..." Gu Zuo took the order and flashed aside. He turned to look into the distance and slowly stood up. Everyone noticed it and hurriedly retreated.

A moment later, Gong Yangli and Gong Liangzan, two masters, appeared...

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In the swamp of Jiushu Daye, among a patch of wormwood, Lin Yi's figure slowly appeared. He still looked like an old man, but his expression was alert and vigilant.

Seeing nothing unusual in the distance, Lin Yi put away the four-elephant flag formation used for hiding and breathed a sigh of relief. He had been hiding for half a month with his head down, so Gong Liangzan must have gone far away for a long time. However, he has not been idle these days.

Lin Yi raised his hand and a silver light flew out of his sleeves, going like a dragon and as fast as lightning. As his fingers moved, there was a sound of breaking through the air, and the invisible and traceless wind suddenly swept over a pile of lush wormwood in the distance. After a while, the light flashed and returned to his wrist, which was actually a thin silver line, which seemed to be there and not there.

At this time, without any signs, the pile of more than ten feet in radius suddenly fell down from the waist. Before it reached the water surface, it had all become debris, falling like rain.

Lin Yi's mouth corners slightly raised, and a smile appeared in his eyes. Although his own refining skills were ordinary, the power of the dragon tendons that took ten days to train was not bad. He raised his wrist and looked at it. With a thought, the thin dragon tendon disappeared.

This dragon tendon is already a magic weapon, a hundred times stronger than the previous dragon whisker whip. Calling it a 'dragon whip' is just as it should be!

After a moment of self-satisfaction, Lin Yi pinched the magic formula again. He saw a flash of light around him, and his original appearance gradually changed. After a while, the old man with gray hair and beard disappeared, and an elegant middle-aged scholar appeared in the original place, who was very similar to Mr. Ruoshui back then.

Lin Yi held his beard with his hand, lowered his head and looked at himself, his expression slightly dimmed. After he collected his thoughts, he frowned at his clothes again. Although it was not as eye-catching as the common cloud robe, it still attracted attention.

I remember that the weaver said that the cloud robe she refined was very extraordinary, and it was necessary to experience it carefully and try it more to appreciate its wonderful use.

In thought, Lin Yi pinched a few hand seals. After a layer of light flowed, the cloud robe lost its last bit of luxury and returned to simplicity, and then turned into a half-worn moon-white long gown. He paced a few steps on the spot and nodded with satisfaction. And he suddenly remembered something, raised his hand to touch the bun, and raised the corner of his mouth helplessly.

It is not difficult to change one's appearance, but the hairpin on the head has not changed, and the bun is as unkempt as before. The dragon head hairpin has been put away, and there are not many spare hairpins, which has become the only flaw in the whole body.

Lin Yi put away the hairpin on his head and searched in the Qiankun ring again. After a while, he suddenly had a slender object in his hand. It is seven inches long, as sharp as a needle, and flashing with a strange red light.

After a little scrutiny, Lin Yi immediately remembered the origin of this thing.

This is the scorpion, from the Thunder Valley of Daxia, a sinister thing for sneak attacks and killings.

Lin Yi combed his messy hair, raised his hand and inserted the scorpion into his bun as if it were a hairpin. Seeing that everything was fine, he flew into the air and flew straight to the end of the Daye Swamp...