Chapter 1185

A few days later.

There was a knock on the door.

Jutai's happy voice followed.

"Xuan Tianjun! Good news, the wind barrier of Zhifeng Mountain has disappeared!"

Chu Xuan opened his eyes and pushed the door open.

If he stayed any longer, mushrooms would grow on his body.

Quan Tianjun, Yi Tianjun, and Daqingjun also walked out of their houses.

They looked at each other and nodded slightly.

They all adjusted themselves to the best state.

Because everyone knew that there would probably be a fierce battle next.

"I am waiting for you to return victoriously."

Rong Tianzun's voice suddenly sounded.

"Yes." Chu Xuan and others nodded in a deep voice.

Jutai said solemnly, "Let's go!"

Everyone boarded the canoe and headed straight to the outside of the Mother Goddess Mountain.

Juheng and a group of Red Clan members watched them go away.

"We must successfully revive the Eight-Armed Zun..."

He clenched his fists.

For the first time, the old face full of vicissitudes showed a childlike nervousness.

If the Eight-Armed Zun could not be resurrected this time.

Then in the next leader election, the position of leader will definitely be snatched by Jufeng of the White System.

This person is too strong, and Jutai is far from his opponent.

Once Jufeng becomes the leader, he will forcibly transfer resources from the Red System and do his best to help him become a master.

In this way, the life of the Red System people will be even more difficult.

Even if Jufeng successfully becomes a master, it will be at least two or three thousand years later.

By then, will Jufeng care more about the White System people or the outsiders of the Red System?

The answer is without a doubt.

Therefore, the resurrection of the Eight-Armed Master is the last hope of their Red System.

It must not be lost!

…

Zhifeng Mountain is located outside the Mother Goddess Mountain.

It is like a lonely island in the void.

Compared with the Mother Goddess Mountain, it is pitifully small.

If it weren't for the canoe sailing here, Chu Xuan would never have thought that this was the place where the Eight-Armed Master and Fangfeng Huozu fell.

The small Zhifeng Mountain actually buried two Tianzun-level strongmen.

Jutai looked up at Zhifeng Mountain and said with emotion, "There are raging gales here all year round. We call it a wind barrier."

"Some people speculate that perhaps the resentment of the wind-proof ancestor was too heavy, which formed the wind barrier."

Fist Tianjun crossed his arms and said calmly, "Are they here?"

Jutai nodded, "They should be here soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge canoe suddenly came from a distance.

Although they are all canoes, the white one is obviously decorated more ruggedly, which is more in line with the aesthetics of the giants.

Jutai looked at the canoe and couldn't help clenching his fists.

Chu Xuan noticed his movements and suddenly said, "Is that your red one?"

Jutai took a deep breath and nodded, "It was a thousand years ago."

"In that battle for leadership, we lost to the white one and lost the last Tianzun boat."

"That is the canoe built by Babi Zun himself...!"

He tried hard to control himself and not to lose his composure.

As a descendant of the Red Clan, he was so decadent.

He even lost the Dao weapon made by Tianzun himself.

How could he face his ancestors after his death?

This was the reason for his inner sorrow.

Chu Xuan patted his shoulder.

Over the past year, Jutai has sent him food every few days.

At first, it was all primitive flavors.

Later, in order to prevent him from getting tired of it, he came up with new ideas.

He even invited a human spiritual chef to come.

This sincerity alone made him very satisfied.

"Don't worry, I will get it back."

"Everything you lost will be taken back."

Chu Xuan said calmly.

Jutai said heavily, "Okay!"

He suddenly pointed to the giant man standing at the front of the giant boat, "That man is Jufeng, the strongest person in the White Clan, in the late stage of Hedao."

"But he was already in the late stage of Hedao five hundred years ago."

"What is his cultivation level now, we don't know."

Chu Xuan nodded slightly.

He swept his eyes over all the people on the canoe.

He glanced at Jufeng and passed by.

Instead, he looked at another person a few more times.

"Who is that person?" he asked casually.

Jutai took a look and whispered, "Juya, middle stage of Hedao, Jufeng's nephew."

"He is not very strong. Why, do you think there is something wrong with him?"

Chu Xuan shook his head, "Just a feeling."

Having said that, he was already alert to this Juya in his heart.

Because he smelled a familiar smell from the other party.

Void Law...

The connection between the White System and the Immortal Sect is probably not as simple as accepting assistance as the Red System imagined.

The giant canoe of the White System is getting closer and closer to them.

Finally, it stopped a hundred feet away from the Red System canoe.

Jufeng still crossed his arms, but looked at Chu Xuan, "You are the Chu Xuan who injured Juyue."

"I heard your name just after I came out of retreat."

"Very good."

"Later, I will make you suffer a hundred times more than Juyue."

Chu Xuan just smiled indifferently, too lazy to speak.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Jufeng looked at Jutai and said coldly, "I will tell you one last time on behalf of the Bai clan."

"Resurrecting the Eight-armed Venerable and the Wind-proof Saint Ancestor is a win-win situation. The Xutian Immortal Sect has already said that it will forgive the past and is willing to give us enough resources for cultivation."

"If you agree, take these immortal alliance monks and retreat immediately."

Ju Tai raised his head and said solemnly, "I don't believe that the old man Babi Zun is willing to reconcile with Fangfeng Huozu."

"What a nonsense! Everything must bow to interests!" Ju Feng sneered.

He waved his hand, "Everyone in the Bai family, enter the mountain!"

Five figures, including him, suddenly flew out, like five meteorites smashing into Zhifeng Mountain.

Ju Tai said solemnly, "Four of us, let's go too."

"I have told you all about Zhifeng Mountain, but that was thousands of years ago when the wind barrier temporarily disappeared. Now it is very likely that changes have occurred in Zhifeng Mountain."

"After we land, we must reunite as soon as possible."

The five people said nothing more and fell to Zhifeng Mountain one after another.

Buzz.

It was like passing through a layer of cold film.

When Chu Xuan opened his eyes again, he was already standing on a solid piece of land.

He was standing on the top of a mountain at this time.

There were large tracts of forest in front of him.

Behind him was an endless plain.

However, the crowns of all the trees in the forest pointed in one direction.

The same was true for all the weeds and shrubs on the plain.

Live with the wind, die against the wind.

This is the rule of Zhifeng Mountain.

Feeling the whistling wind in the air, Chu Xuan was thoughtful.

The wind barrier had indeed disappeared.

But the raging wind was still roaring in Zhifeng Mountain.

Thousands of years ago, when it temporarily disappeared, the Red and White Sects had organized people to enter Zhifeng Mountain to search for cultivation resources.

Compared with that time, the raging wind this time was several times stronger.

Obviously, the power of Fangfeng Huozu recovered quickly.

"I have to find the place where Baji Zun rests as soon as possible and use this thing to help him recover."

Chu Xuan simply chose a direction and strode forward.

Anyway, it was all in the dark.

It's better to trust your intuition.

There is guidance in the dark.