The height of a mountain did not matter, as long as there was an immortal.
In the Upper Realm, any mountain with abundant heaven and earth attributes would have the word "immortal" in its name.
For example, Feng Qi Mountain, where the Taixuan elder stayed all year round and rarely went out, was definitely 5A in terms of geographical location and natural environment.
However.
This legend from the Falling Star Continent was a little irritable recently, because whether it was observing the stars at night or deducing divination, he always had a premonition that something big was going to happen.
In the past few days, the ominous omen had become more and more intense, making him a little restless.
"What's going on?"
The Taixuan elder could not figure it out, so he could only calculate again and again, and finally peeked into some heavenly secrets, knowing that the uneasiness was due to hatred.
"That's not right."
He said blankly, "Since I ascended to the Upper Realm, I have never interacted with the outside world, focusing on the research of formations, when have I ever made enemies?"
The Taixuan elder wanted to continue calculating, but the heavenly secrets could not be revealed, so he could not accurately know who he had a grudge with.
One thing was certain, and that was that the ominous omen was getting more and more intense, as if it would come at any time. This made him shake his head helplessly, saying, "It seems that the days of leisure are coming to an end."
He sat on the mountain peak, and his turbid eyes suddenly became sharp, like a sword that had been sealed for a long time, and the moment it was unsheathed, it flashed with a sharp luster.
The Taixuan elder was not very well-known in the Upper Realm, and it was only known that he liked to study the art of divination, but his true strength was still a mystery, because there were no battle records to check.
To describe it in modern terms, he was a coder who stayed at home, thinking about all kinds of codes every day to study new formations.
…
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Thousands of miles away from the Phoenix Perch Immortal Mountain, Jun Changxiao was fighting the people of the High Blade Mystic Sect on his top-grade flying sword. He was on the verge of breaking down. "I'm really not from the High Blade Mystic Sect.
"…"
The System was speechless.
You f * cking robbed so many spatial rings and obtained a lot of martial arts resources, so what does it matter if you're from the High Blade Sect or not?
"Damn you!"
An upper level Void Piercing Realm of the High Blade Mysterious Sect shouted angrily, "Hand over our sect's resources!"
There was no way he was going to hand it over because Jun Changxiao never thought that he would be able to spit out the food that he had eaten. Therefore, he could only speed up after forcing the other party to retreat.
However.
Jun Changxiao had underestimated the Xuan Sect.
Because on the way to the Phoenix Perch Immortal Mountain, they were intercepted one after another by various sects and forces wearing different uniforms. In the end, they were forced to use the Hidden Cultivation Technique to sneak forward.
To be able to gain a foothold in the Upper Realm and obtain a 'Xuan' level sect, they must have many friends and allies. When one party was in trouble, others would come to their aid. It was a basic operation.
Did you not see?
At this moment, in other regions, because of the conflict between the two sects, there were dozens of allies who came to help.
The most tragic thing was that Jun Changxiao was not a kind person either. If someone tried to stop him, he would definitely resist. He might even beat someone up and lick their spatial ring. As a result, the conflict gradually worsened and eventually led to more sects joining in.
Swish!
Swish!
On the way to the Phoenix Perch Immortal Mountain, major sects could be seen driving flying treasures to search for that damn thief.
Conservatively speaking, in these few days, because of Jun Changxiao, there were six Xuan level sects and twenty to thirty sects with no level.
What if they couldn't find him?
It didn't matter!
Even if he ran away, there was still the Phoenix Perch Immortal Mountain!
Let the Taixuan loose cultivators pay for all their losses!
If the Taixuan old man who sat at home all year round knew that he did nothing but took the blame for so many things, he would definitely spit out blood.
…
Swish!
In the sky, a sword light flew over.
"After passing through the primitive forest in the distance, the Phoenix Perch Immortal Mountain is there!" Jun Changxiao took back the map, his eyes flashing with excitement.
In his opinion, as long as he found the Taixuan old man, the possibility of bringing his disciples to the Upper Realm would increase from zero to … No matter how much, there was still hope!
Swish!
Swish!
However, as soon as he reached the primitive forest, several lights suddenly rushed up from below and surrounded Gou Sheng. When the lights dissipated, four elders of the Sword Wielding Sect appeared proudly.
"Kid!"
The third elder in the lead said angrily, "Hand over the flying sword!"
"Here!"
Jun Changxiao took out a top-grade flying sword, then poured all his strength into his right hand and threw it away.
Swish!
An elder rushed over.
Swish — — —
Taking this opportunity, Jun Changxiao drove the flying sword and escaped under the bombardment of the three powerhouses. Then, he stuck out his tongue and fled toward the Phoenix Perch Immortal Mountain.
…
Creak!
The door of a building that looked like a Taoist temple was gently pushed open.
The Taixuan old man who had been suffering from insomnia recently came out and looked at the originally clear sky gradually covered by dark clouds. He said bitterly, "I'm afraid this is a bad omen."
"Senior Taixuan!"
Suddenly, a voice came from afar. "Come and save me!"
"Hmm?"
Hearing this, the Taixuan old man was stunned. Then, he thought of something and said in surprise, "It's the voice of the young man who entered the Taixuan cave before!"
Huff huff!
A majestic spiritual sense emerged and spread toward the cry for help. In an instant, it captured a young man fleeing on a flying sword with four Void Piercing Realm powerhouses chasing after him.
"That's not right!"
The Taixuan old man said in disbelief, "It's only been ten years. How did he ascend to the upper world?"
Boom!
Boom!
In the distant sky, all kinds of sword energy blasted over. Although Jun Changxiao dodged a lot, he was still hit on the back. Then, he fled in an extremely sorry state. He raised the loudspeaker and shouted, "Master, come and save me!"
Huff huff!
Huff huff huff!
More sword energy blasted over.
Judging from the gathering energy, if Jun Changxiao used the Great Sage Set to resist, he would definitely be injured because of the consumption of a lot of defense power.
Damn it!
I'll fight it out with you!
Gou Sheng's eyes were filled with determination. He was about to use the Unstoppable Blade when he suddenly felt a strong wave of air surging from the mountain in front of him. An old man in a white robe floated behind him and waved his hands lightly, sweeping away all kinds of sword energy.
"This …"
Jun Changxiao was stunned.
Suddenly appearing in a flash and floating in the air without the support of a flying treasure, it all meant that the opponent was very strong!
"Child."
The Taixuan old man turned his back to Gou Sheng and said with a smile, "I didn't expect us to meet so soon."
A familiar voice!
Jun Changxiao was overjoyed and said, "Se … Master!"
The Taixuan old man frowned slightly and said, "I've been cultivating alone until now and have never taken a disciple. You …"
"Master!"
Jun Changxiao hurriedly said, "I obtained profound martial arts in the Taixuan cave and was able to ascend to the upper world. In terms of etiquette, you are my master, and I am your successor!"
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