If the remnants of the Nine Xuan Tower had appeared in the world of cultivation, then where had Yang Lan Laozu gone?
However, after a few days, news once again came from the south of the Central Plains. Yang Lan Laozu had slaughtered six people from the Tianyue Sect, including five Dharma adepts. The Tianyue Sect had suffered a great loss, but Full Moon Laozu had not appeared. It seemed as if he had really gone into hiding.
And after Yang Lan Laozu had killed five Dharma adepts from the Tianyue Sect, he seemed to have some reservations and did not attack again.
Soon after, the remnants of the Nine Xuan Tower, led by a few late Dharma adepts, headed west. They had resolutely abandoned the base that had originally belonged to the Nine Xuan Tower.
In reality, after the news of the remnants of the Nine Xuan Tower's appearance had spread, the various sects that had been fighting for territory in the middle and lower reaches of the Qing Ming River had already formed an alliance to kill the remnants of the Nine Xuan Tower.
The decision of the remnants of the Nine Xuan Tower caught the various sects unprepared. Once the remnants of the Nine Xuan Tower escaped their encirclement, it would be difficult to catch up with them again. Although the various sects could continue to divide up the territory of the Nine Xuan Tower, they had to be careful of the remnants of the Nine Xuan Tower's revenge in the future.
After hearing the news from the Tianyue Sect, Lu Ping handed over the matters of the sect and the North Sea cultivation world to Jiang Tianlin. Then, he swaggered towards the Northern Ice Plains alone.
Amidst the snowstorm, Lu Ping looked at the white-haired elder who had been waiting for him for a long time and said, "Senior, how long have you been waiting here?"
Yang Lan Laozu's expression was calm, but Lu Ping could sense the murderous intent in his eyes. "Not long, I just arrived."
Lu Ping grunted and nodded to indicate that he knew, but he asked, "After you failed to find Full Moon Laozu, you should have come to find me. If I am not wrong, you should have gone to find Xiao Baiyu or Seven Fan Laozu!"
Yang Lan Laozu coldly snorted, but did not deny it. He only heard Lu Ping continue, "When Xiao Baiyu became a True Spirit Cultivator, you cannot afford to offend him. You also have to think about the remnants of the Nine Xuan Tower in the future. Similarly, when you face Seven Fan Laozu, who can take the last step to become a True Spirit Cultivator, you must have the same thought. In addition, Lin Yu, Gu Yue, Shi Hua, San Chen and the others are all dead and scattered. Yuan Pokong and Yang Shouchang cannot afford to offend you. No matter how you think about it, it seems that you can only find me, who has not become a True Spirit Cultivator yet, and the sect behind me cannot be considered a threat."
Lu Ping had a faint smile on his face. He was not the slightest bit nervous because he was facing a True Spirit Cultivator. He said indifferently, "So you want to find me to vent your anger or take revenge?"
Yang Lan Laozu laughed involuntarily and said, "What's the difference?"
Lu Ping declined to comment and said, "It seems that Senior has been in seclusion for more than a hundred years, but you are not aware of the changes that have happened in the cultivation world over the years. Otherwise, Senior would not be so eager to take revenge."
Yang Lan Laozu restrained the smile on his face and said with a sad smile, "Stop talking nonsense. The Old Man is naturally aware of the changes in the cultivation world over the years. If the Nine Xuan Tower was still one of the Six Great Holy Lands, the Old Man might have to agree to the agreement after more than three hundred years, and then act as if the overall situation is the most important. However, now that the Nine Xuan Tower has been beaten into the dust, and without the protection of the Spirit Space, the Old Man only has one year left. Anyway, he is going to die, so what does the Old Man have to worry about!"
Seeing that Yang Lan Laozu was about to make a move, Lu Ping's figure flashed, and he was already in the void. He said loudly, "Your Excellency is planning to pinch the soft persimmon!"
Yang Lan Laozu shook his arms, and the surrounding void began to tremble like a wave in Lu Ping's perception. Lu Ping, who had fallen into the void and was ready to escape at any time, was suddenly shaken out.
"So what? You hid in the Northern Ice Plains, just like the full moon, to make the Old Man hesitate to attack. Unfortunately, you didn't escape fast enough, and the Old Man caught up to you!"
There was a trace of pride in Yang Lan Laozu's tone, but his expression was distorted to the point of being ferocious. Just like what Lu Ping had said before, in his hands, the Nine Profound Tower's Spirit Space was snatched away, and the Seven Feathered Fan had also become someone else's possession. It could be said that the Nine Profound Tower, as a dignified Holy Land, had completely declined in his hands.
However, after Yang Lan Laozu came out after enduring hardships for more than a hundred years, he found that even though he had become a Spirit Cultivator, he was still facing an unsolvable situation. There were restraints everywhere, and fear everywhere. Even the remaining forces of the Nine Profound Tower had to face the joint suppression of the sects that had divided up the Nine Profound Tower's original sphere of influence and resources. Naturally, their goal was to completely eliminate the hidden danger of the Nine Profound Tower.
Yang Lan Laozu could be said to be extremely disappointed and resentful. Even the secret that was exposed after the destruction of the Yuwen family caused Yang Lan Laozu's last trace of comfort to turn into nothingness. He was disheartened by the hope of immortality, and all that was left was a bellyful of vengeance.
In a situation where Xiao Baiyu had become a Spirit Cultivator, Full Moon was indifferent to the death of his own disciples, and Qi Fan could advance to a Spirit Cultivator at any time and had found a powerful backer, Yang Lan Laozu's rage could only erupt towards Lu Ping.
The Sword of True Spirit, Mo Li, stabbed in all directions. Eight purplish-gold Sword Qi turned into eight dragons that danced in all directions. They were like eight steel nails that were nailed in different directions. In an instant, they suppressed the trembling space around them.
But just as Lu Ping fixed the void with his sword, he saw that the wind and the blizzard had already rushed towards Lu Ping. He did not doubt that these cold snowstorms could blow his body into pieces.
"This time, Senior guessed wrong. The reason why this junior came to the North Ice Field was not to hide, but to deliberately lead Senior here!"
The brilliance in Lu Ping's eyes made him easily see through the misty snowstorm and Yang Lan Laozu, who was holding a cyan feather fan.
The green feather fan was naturally a spirit treasure, but what caught Lu Ping's attention was the material of the fan. The green feather was very familiar to Lu Ping. He had a feather in his hand that was made from the Peacock Royal Clan's origin feather, the Peacock Feather. It was a feather of a different color, but it was made from the same material. It was the Peacock Feather he obtained many years ago.
Lu Ping's left hand moved forward, and a curtain of rain suddenly appeared in front of him. The strong wind blew the curtain of rain in front of Lu Ping into a strange shape, but it never broke. The flying sharp white snow was completely integrated into the curtain of rain the moment it touched the curtain of rain.
"Boasting shamelessly!"
Lu Ping successively resolved Yang Lan Laozu's offensive in an understatement, which made him look at Lu Ping with more and more dignified eyes. However, he never put Lu Ping in his heart.
The battle between the two top figures in this side of the world, although it seemed to be understated without the slightest smoke and fire, the danger in it was not known to outsiders. If there was a slight turbulence in the battle between the two, then the snowfield within a hundred miles would not suffer.
In the distance, the snow-capped mountains were exposed in the continuous avalanche, and the snow-capped mountains were exposed. The snowfield was collapsing, and everywhere, the snow was rolled up by the wind and flew in the air to block the line of sight. There was chaos between heaven and earth.
Lu Ping was defending, and Yang Lan Laozu seemed to have the upper hand!
Although Lu Ping fell into a disadvantageous position, Lu Ping's tone was still calm and indifferent. It seemed that he was not too fast or too slow, "You and I are in a great battle. When we move, thousands of miles will be affected. This younger generation junior does not want to fight with the predecessor in Beihai and Hebei's cultivation world. I simply came to this ice field to wait for the arrival of the predecessor. I don't need to worry about it. I will simply fight with the predecessor!"
Yang Lan Laozu's expression became more and more ferocious. When he heard what Lu Ping said, he just gritted his teeth and said a few words from his mouth, "Just by yourself, do you deserve to be mentioned in the same breath as the Old Man?"
"You can't do anything to me!"
Lu Ping's smile seemed a little playful. He said, "It seems that the predecessor is still unfamiliar with the matters of the cultivation world after all. You may not know that the Yuwen family once lost the lives of two Pure Yang in Beihai before it was destroyed."
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