Volume 2: Yun Ji Cang Hai Chapter 757: Chen Zi’s Miserable Life

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Lin Yi had some expectations before entering the canyon. According to the map in his hand, he knew that the Houtu Pagoda was completely different from the Xuantian Pagoda in the Xuantian Fairyland, but there was no way of knowing what the difference was between the two. In addition, there is abundant vitality in Houtu, but there is a strong wind in the sky that blocks it. I don’t know what it will be like after visiting the actual place. After he passed through the canyon, he couldn't think about it anymore, his eyes were filled with astonishment...

More than ten miles away, there was lightning and thunder, magic weapons flying around, and dozens of monks fighting together. Among them, more than half of the people who had the advantage were the disciples of the Tiandao Sect. Those who fought against them were the disciples of Daoqi Sect and Gongliang Sect. Although they were slightly at a disadvantage, they were not panicked and were obviously well prepared.

The leader of the Dao Qi Sect is a dark-skinned old man. While he was busy responding to the challenge, he also did not forget to call on his fellow disciples to form a formation to defend against the enemy. This person was extremely familiar to Lin Yi, it was that ancient work.

This old man is very lucky, he came here early, but his nature is hard to change, and he has started to do harm to others again!

Lin Yi looked at the Tiandaomen side. Different from the brothers who were fighting all around, the man named Wan Lin was always hiding behind the crowd, his eyes looking around with a cunning look on his face. Xu Shi noticed that the situation had changed, and his mouth moved. The two old men not far away understood and led everyone to turn around and run towards the distance.

If your own style is weak, how can your opponent retreat without a fight? Gu Zuo immediately understood and hurriedly called on the disciples of the two immortal sects to give chase. However, a few people stayed behind, looking at the situation and taking precautions.

Lin Yi held his green beard, his expression remained unchanged, but he looked around. There were twenty or thirty monks from other immortal sects standing here, not daring to move even half a step forward for fear of getting into trouble. The remaining disciples from Daoqi Sect and Gongliang Sect each came over holding a jade slip, paying attention to the appearance of everyone present.

At the same time, there was a tall monk blocking the front, also holding a jade slip in his hand, looking for someone.

Seeing this situation, Lin Yi curled his lips secretly. There is no need to say more, these people are disciples of Daoqi Sect, Gongliang Sect and Zhenwu Sect respectively, and most likely they are here for him. Two of them must have learned about the situation in the Nine Soil Land, so they waited for the disciples of the Tiandao Sect to appear, which led to a melee.

However, it was really unexpected that the three immortal sects would join forces to deal with him! Is it because of the precious treasure I carry, or because of my humble background? Maybe it’s a combination of both, and the cause of everything is simply the insatiable desire!

Lin Yi sneered secretly, holding his hands and walking forward slowly. The disciples of those three families couldn't tell anything unusual and had no choice but to let him go.

Before he could get far, Lin Yi felt that the energy of heaven and earth suddenly sank, and everything around him suddenly stagnated, making it difficult to move. He was stunned and kept watching.

But in an instant, Lin Yiyi lightened up, and the three figures that had just appeared in the air were already far away. In shock, he looked back, and saw a figure running towards the valley entrance of the Nine Serves Land, and someone said excitedly: "The heads of the three sects are here. It's rare to see the elders fighting in the form of gods. Don't miss it..."

The monks are all human beings, and they all saw the changes in the fight just now. The Tiandao Sect and the Daoqi Sect are sworn enemies, and now there is another Gongliang Sect. When the chaos of the battle between the Immortal Sect reaches a point where it is difficult to end, Senior Huashen will eventually have to settle the matter. It is rare for seniors to fight in the human world. If you can take the opportunity to broaden your horizons, it is also a chance. Maybe you will gain some insights and gain a little, so this trip will be worthwhile.

A figure flew past, and Lin thought for a moment before following him. After a while, he followed the crowd and looked into the distance in surprise.

1. Twenty miles away, Gu Zuo's group of people were retreating quickly, with dozens of people chasing behind them. That was the disciple of the Tiandao Sect who had left before. It was obvious that his fellow disciples had taken over and took advantage of the situation to counterattack.

Seeing that Gu Zuo and the others were about to suffer a loss, they suddenly saw a dragon with a length of more than ten feet suddenly appeared in mid-air, with shining silver armor and ferocious momentum, and rushed towards the disciples of Tiandao Sect.

Amidst the howling wind, the overwhelming murderous intent came over the top. Everyone in the Tiandao Sect was so frightened that their expressions changed. Everyone was busy trying to escape, but they were enveloped by the supreme power and could not take a step back. In times of crisis, he shouted out of thin air——

"Wen Baizi, you are an old man and you have the guts to bully a junior. Do you dare to fight me, Songyun..."

Before the shouts ended, dark clouds suddenly rose, the wind howled, and a black dragon more than ten feet long suddenly pounced on the powerful silver dragon. The black dragon has two horns on its forehead and four legs under its body, and is full of evil energy; the silver dragon has one horn and no legs, but it is very fierce.

In an instant, the black evil dragon and the silver giant dragon fought together. It was like heaven and earth colliding, and the roar was deafening. Another example is the confrontation between day and night, the struggle between yin and yang, and the two rays of light, black and white, suddenly shine out. The violent power that followed swept across all directions, immediately forcing the disciples on both sides of the war to retreat.

The people watching from a distance were stunned, even Lin Yi was secretly moved.

One dragon and one dragon are all transformed by magic power, but they are lifelike and powerful. This is a contest of the power of heaven and earth, a competition of cultivation and magical powers, and cannot be compared with the fighting skills of Nascent Soul monks. The fight between the masters of transforming gods is indeed extraordinary...

At this moment, the ferocious power surged away, and the disciples on both sides could not bear it. They fell to the ground and fled in panic. However, there were several more figures in the air. They were Wen Baizi and Songyun Sanren, as well as Gongyang Li and Gong Liangzan who were watching the battle from behind. They were facing each other ten miles apart, but they used all their magical powers to open up the battlefield.

Another loud noise of "boom——" shook the world, the silver dragon rolled violently and flew backwards, but the black dragon was mad and pressed on.

Wen Baizi, who was a hundred feet high in the sky, did not panic, but waved his sleeves. The silver dragon disappeared in a flash, and in an instant it turned into a sword light and chopped back.

Song Yunsanren was somewhat similar to Wen Baizi, both wearing cloud robes and gray hair, both of them looked like masters of Taoism. However, unlike the other party's calm expression, he had an arrogant sneer on his gaunt face, and his eyes flashed with a frightening cold light.

The situation in the field changed, Song Yunsanren snorted disdainfully, and moved forward casually. The rolling dark clouds suddenly retracted, and the arrogant black dragon actually dissipated with it, and suddenly turned into a magic knife several feet long, with nine rings faintly ringing on it, and murderous aura was overwhelming.

However, in a flash, the swords and knives met, and it was like a sudden thunderclap, and a hurricane suddenly rose in the dazzling light, and the violent momentum swept across the eight directions. The disciples of both sides present were terrified and fled in a hurry. The cultivators of various sects more than ten miles away changed their expressions, and one by one used self-defense methods to avoid being caught in the crossfire. Perhaps it was because they realized it later, or perhaps it was because they were in a trance, it seemed that a long time had passed before the thunder exploded above their heads. Everyone was in a panic again, but they couldn't help but stare wide-eyed.

The demon knife was powerful and aggressive; and the sword light transformed by the silver dragon changed its defeat and refused to give in. The two were actually deadlocked, and it was difficult to tell the winner for a while.

"Haha! Wen Baizi, compared to the past, you are even more unbearable..." Just as he sneered, Songyun Sanren suddenly opened his arms and swung his sleeves forward.

Seeing this, Wen Baizi's face, which was as sharp as a knife, remained unchanged, except for a slight hesitation in his eyes. He did not dare to neglect it, and raised his hand to make a hand gesture.

The black and white lights competed for glory, and the momentum of the magic knife and the silver sword was greatly enhanced, and they actually brought up the wind and thunder, which was hidden but not released, causing the two to continue to stalemate. At the same time, Songyun Sanren was slightly stunned, and Wen Baizi looked solemn. And the two of them kept using their hands, constantly using their magic power to bless their magical powers, just thinking about suppressing each other.

Seeing this, the cultivators watching from a distance were surprised, and they exclaimed one by one--

"It's hard to tell who is better..."

"Both seniors are masters in the late stage of the transformation of the spirit, and their cultivation is almost the same..."

"If the two seniors compete in cultivation, wouldn't it be worse..."

"Seniors in the transformation of the spirit will not fight with others easily, how can they fight hard..."

"Don't forget, these two families are mortal enemies..."

"..."

Behind the crowd, Lin Yi's eyes were bright, but he was also surprised. In terms of cultivation, the two men were almost the same; if it came to the art of killing, Songyun Sanren was slightly better. Wen Baizi was a long-established figure in the Jiuzhou Immortal Sect. He was calm and experienced, and was definitely not someone to be trifled with.

However, the magical powers of the two masters were not spiritual power, but the power of immortal essence in their bodies.

After a cultivator has cultivated his soul, if he wants to improve his cultivation, he cannot do without breathing in his vital energy. In the Jiuzhou land, vital energy is hard to find, and the only way is to find immortal crystals in the fairyland.

It can be seen that the vital energy in Songyun Sanren and Wen Baizi was not easy to come by. Although the previous fight was amazing, neither of them had done their best. But at this time, the two of them used the power of immortal essence in their bodies. Even if they did not fight desperately, they would inevitably damage their cultivation in the end.

The cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage still know how to save their strength, but the two seniors who have reached the stage of transformation into gods are fighting to the death like this...

Thinking of the origin of the feud between Daoqi Sect and Tiandao Sect, Lin Yi couldn't help but sigh secretly and continued to look intently. The two masters were in a stalemate, and the other two masters who were watching the fight also made some movements.

Gong Liangzan and Gong Yangli flew forward slowly until they stopped near Wen Baizi.

Someone came with bad intentions, and Song Yun Sanren snorted disdainfully. As his magic formula was activated, the magic knife continued to show its power. Wen Baizi didn't dare to be careless and responded carefully.

Gong Liangzan winked at Gong Yangli on the side, and the other nodded in understanding. He turned to Song Yun Sanren and said loudly: "Fellow Daoist Song Yun! Your two families should stop fighting for the time being, let me say a word..." With a little use of his magic power, his words were easily transmitted ten or twenty miles away, and could be heard clearly all around.

Songyun Sanren kept working, but his face darkened and he cursed: "Gong Liangzan, you little man, how dare you bully my grandson, this matter will never end peacefully..."

I thought I had no ill intentions when I stood up and spoke, but I was insulted for no reason. How could I save my face! Gong Liangzan was stunned and asked: "Fellow Daoist Songyun, why is this..."

Songyun Sanren had not yet answered, but a woman's angry scolding came from a distance-

"Gong Liangzan, you robbed the remains of the dead in Jiuyuan Liangjie Mountain and I caught you, so you wanted to kill me. It's a pity that I, a weak woman, can't cry to the sky or the earth, even if I bring up my master, it's hard to stop your desire to kill for money..."

Along with the scolding, a wretched old man emerged from the group of Tiandaomen disciples, and actually complained in a woman's voice: "Master, Chenzi has a miserable life..."

Gong Liangzan's dull face was the same as always, but his eyes were full of astonishment...