Volume 2: Yun Ji Cang Hai Chapter 975: Jiuzhou Is About to Rise

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At noon that day, the sun was blazing like fire, and the mountains were enveloped in a dense heat wave. There are still hundreds of monks gathered around Fulong Mountain. However, some people came to join in the fun, some came to covet the treasures, and some came to find someone.

On a peak two thousand miles away from Fulong Mountain, two figures stood silently. One of the old men had a pale face, a long beard, and a restrained and thoughtful look. The other one is a man in a green robe. He looks to be in his twenties or thirties, with a light green beard. He has a handsome appearance and extraordinary talent.

The old man took two steps forward and stood on the cliff, looking into the distance. Thousands of miles of mountains could be seen, but there was no sign of that man. He pondered for a moment and said slowly: "Yu Feng, please tell me what happened before and after..."

The old man and the young man were none other than Yu Hengzi and Chun Yufeng from Hengtianmen. Seeing that his master was still confused, the latter had no choice but to bow and say: "When the disciple was about to turn around, he met Master and Disciple Lin Daoyou by chance and went back to Hengtian together after a lot of troubles. On the way, he encountered a provocation from Senior Cheng Yuanzi..."

The Tong brothers beat Cheng Yuanzi and the others so badly that they almost demolished the island in the middle of the lake. Chun Yufeng didn't dare to stop him at all, and hurriedly went to find his master to come to the rescue. As soon as he turned around, the attacker and the one being beaten were gone. The Tong brothers had enough of their prestige and left, while Cheng Yuanzi and his disciples fled in panic with the help of the teleportation array.

At that time, facing the messy island in the middle of the lake and listening to the disciple's brief explanation, Yu Hengzi was astonished. And after spending decades and seeing everything take shape, why should we give up halfway? Without thinking too much, he hurriedly chased after him with his disciples...

"... I originally wanted to take Fellow Daoist Lin to visit your old man, but who would have thought that he... would go somewhere else?" At the beginning of returning to the mountain gate, so many surprises happened, and Chun Yufeng had many things to say before he had time to elaborate. Perhaps, there are some that even he himself can’t explain clearly...

Yu Hengzi's consciousness once again enveloped Wanli, and many juniors who had hidden their cultivation appeared one by one. He was silent for a moment and said to himself: "Someone... has a grudge against the past and wants to take the opportunity to establish his authority!" He thought for a moment, turned around and asked: "What kind of cultivation level does that kid have? How could he bring three people with him?" Where is the master of integration?”

Chun Yufeng was not in a hurry to answer, but stretched out a palm. Seeing his master frowning, he smiled helplessly and said truthfully: "In addition to the three Tong brothers, there are two Sirius demons..."

Yu Hengzi still pulled his beard with his hand and remained silent.

"Fellow Daoist Lin's own cultivation level is unpredictable, but he defeated the Tong brothers in the middle stage of integration and took them as slaves! There is no doubt about the power of his magical power..." Chun Yufeng paused for a moment, then continued with some worry: "And He has come back with great power and offended Kangjin Immortal Territory again. There may be changes in Hengtian and even within the realm..."

Yu Hengzi glanced up and secretly shook his head. Under the scorching sunlight, there was an inexplicable chill in people's hearts. After a while, his face suddenly softened, he smiled with relief, and said with emotion: "The way of heaven has been in darkness for a long time, and there is no improvement. It's just that there is one less variable..."

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On another mountain peak, Yong Yuan and Ming He gradually felt relieved. Although the old man behaved strangely, he was hiding in the hut and just sleeping soundly. Two days have passed, and everything is fine with each other.

"Fellow Taoist Yongyuan! Guixianmen is only a million miles away from Zhongri Peak where I am. The two families will have to move around more in the future..." Minghe looked back and saw that the condition of the thatched shed was the same as before. He turned to Yong Yuan, who was three feet away, and said this through a message.

Yong Yuan nodded in agreement, his delicate face and wrinkles at the corners of his eyes full of smiles. He raised his hand slightly and replied: "That's natural. You and I hit it off right away! I hope Ming and Brother Dao will help me a lot in the future..."

Ming Heqian gave in and said: "To each other, each other! The road to immortality is full of hardships, so we should support each other. You see, the Jiuzhou Sect has prospered in just a few decades because of its wide-ranging good relationships and the support of the Hengtian Sect. So..."

"Prosperity is nothing! Sooner or later it will close down!"

Before Ming He finished speaking, he was ridiculed. He was slightly startled and looked at each other with Yong Yuan. There is no more snoring in the hayloft...

Has the old man woke up? Just at this moment, another sound came. Minghe's heart skipped a beat and he hurriedly looked at Yong Yuan. A long and distant clang came from the ground in the distance, and it resounded thousands of miles away in an instant. Immediately afterwards, a ray of golden light shot straight into the sky. At the same time, hundreds of figures ran out from the mountains thousands of miles away, and some people shouted ecstatically: "Immortal weapon..."

Without warning, the fairy weapon came out like this? It’s unbelievable! Suddenly, Minghe and Yongyuan were at a loss. The two of them were just about to go forward, when someone behind them suddenly cursed: "A bunch of people seeking death dare to rob in front of me..."

Minghe and Yongyuan were both startled and tried to dodge, but were rolled over by a fierce and domineering force. With a "bang", the two of them flew out like leaves blown by the wind, and they were able to stabilize their bodies until they were a hundred feet away. And the old man kicked over the person who was blocking his way, and strode forward in the air, arrogant and arrogant...

A ray of golden light came from three thousand miles away from the main peak of Fulong Mountain. It escaped from the mountain sealing formation, but it could not escape the hundreds of monks swarming towards it. It shot out from the ground and went straight up to a height of tens of thousands of feet before finally revealing its true form, causing another burst of exclamations from all around. It turned out to be a small golden sword, shining brightly and competing with the sun!

The stars were like the sun, and hundreds of monks rushed ten miles away from the golden sword. Being so close to each other, they were there in an instant. Immortal weapons come out, and those who are destined can get them. Let's see what each company does...

Just as everyone was rushing to be the first, a fat figure suddenly crossed the crowd and shouted proudly: "The immortal weapon descended from heaven, Jiuzhou is in a hurry. With a sword in hand, who dares to fight..." He was very flexible. Jiao Jian, in the blink of an eye, he had grabbed the golden sword in his hand, but he said in surprise: "Huh? It looks familiar..." But his actions had already aroused public outrage, and hundreds of magic weapons came in a sudden attack...

Seeing that something was not going well, the man hurriedly shouted: "I am Izumoko, the great elder of the Kyushu Sect. You must not be rude..." At this time, who cares about you, the great elder, just smashed the magic weapon like a storm? past. He didn't have time to say anything, turned around and fled through the air. Just as the body moved, a dragon shadow suddenly appeared above and below, imprisoning it tightly and making it impossible to move. At the same time, an old man arrived suddenly, stretched out his right hand to grab it, and swung his left fist forcefully across it.

"boom--"

There was a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and the sky and the earth suddenly started to roar. The old man's fist was like a golden dragon dancing wildly, and he suddenly knocked away all the hundreds of incoming magic weapons. But he himself stood proudly in the air, motionless, while the figure he held in his hand struggled in vain...

The light splashed out, the mana backfired, and hundreds of monks turned around and fled in embarrassment. But one of them stopped his decline after stepping back dozens of feet, also full of astonishment.

"Old guy, let me go..."

Izumoko was grabbed by the old man's big iron hook-like hands at the back of his neck. Although the dragon shadows all over his body had disappeared and his magic power was restricted, making it impossible to escape, he still clutched the golden sword and refused to let go. He was horrified, and screamed unwilling to be outdone: "The Immortal Artifact is obtained from the Immortal Veins of Fulong Mountain... It has exhausted 80% of the power of my Immortal Veins. No one can even think about it... Ah... Old Please be merciful..."

The monks present were frightened by the sudden appearance of the old man, and they scattered far away in panic. Most of those who took action just now were masters of void refining! The combined attack of hundreds of people was so powerful that it was beyond imagination. But the opponent shocked everyone with one punch, and his iron arm swept in all directions. What kind of cultivation level should it be, and how powerful should it be? Even the majestic Great Elder of Jiuzhou Sect has now become a lamb to be slaughtered...

In mid-air, a tall old man stared with a pair of ring eyes, his expression ferocious but mighty. Although he was dressed in rough clothes, he could not hide the strong and domineering air he exuded. He grasped Izumoko as lightly as if there was nothing, and looked around, as if he was looking for something...

"Old guy! Don't let go yet..."

The old man paused in the distance for a moment and suddenly let out a strange laugh. He suddenly raised the Izumo in his hand, looked at it with great interest, spat, and cursed: "Little fat man! If you dare to scream again, I will crush you to death..."

Being so close together, Izumoko finally saw the old man's appearance clearly, and her heart skipped a beat again. He tried his best to hide the golden sword aside, a flattering smile appeared on his shiny fat face, a cunning look flashed in his eyes, and he said forcefully: "Old man, this is the golden sword of my Brother Lin. , please let me go... oh... have mercy on me..." Before he could finish his words, his muscles and bones all over his body ached, and he howled like a pig.

"Haha..." The old man laughed, but showed no mercy on his hands. Izumo's screams reached the sky, and the pain made him shed tears. Only then did he regain his strength and said disapprovingly: "Little fat man! If it weren't for Little Lin, I would have eaten you alive. It’s thin-skinned and tender, and the taste shouldn’t be bad…”

His eyes were filled with tears, as if he saw someone drooling. Izumoko was so frightened that his seven souls lost three souls, but he suddenly sensed a turning point. He didn't dare to take any chances anymore, snorted twice, and hurriedly begged for mercy: "You are the ancestor of cannibalism, I am afraid of you... However, I have guarded the golden sword for Brother Lin for decades, how can I betray my faith and choose death over surrender... Ouch..." The other party suddenly opened his mouth. He was so shocked that he closed his eyes and howled, but then he looked back in surprise, surprise appearing on his face. The golden sword suddenly let go and instantly turned into a ray of golden light and ran straight into the distance. Five people came through the air, one of them was smiling...

Hundreds of monks watched the golden sword fly away, but no one dared to snatch it. A ray of golden light disappeared like a shooting star, and it also brought a burst of joyful whistling sound, straight across the sky. Immortal weapons have souls. Could it be that the destined one has arrived...