Five days later.
Bamboo Island, South Dang Swamp.
There were flying palaces and flying carriages on the mountain ridge. More than five hundred Qincang school disciples stood on the side of the mountain. []
Strange fragrances wafted over the island, and exotic flowers sprinkled everywhere. The mountain path was paved with jade steps and ribbons made of colorful beads. Above them, there were gorgeous curtains to hide the dust and gauze canopies to cover the sky. At the summit of the mountain, there were four canopies, and in the middle was a reed canopy, leaving an empty seat. The Golden Furnace Immortal Incense, Precious Weapons and Spirit Fruits were offered.
As the leader of the third generation disciples, Qi Yuntian stood at the front. He looked back and looked at the foot of the mountain.
There were more than a hundred cultivators here. Most of them were Ming Qi disciples and only a small portion were Mystic Light Realm cultivators. However, there were three core transformation cultivators. Their hair and beards were all white and they looked old. It was obvious that they were close to the end of their lifespans and were here to escape from the path of killing.
Qi Yuntian sighed lightly, thinking that after today's battle, these hundred plus disciples would probably be scattered like stars in the sky. Turning his gaze, he glanced at Zhang Yan's face and saw that he was calm and composed, without the slightest hint of panic. Qi Yuntian could not help but nod his head.
At this moment, the disciples on both sides of the mountain path were whispering. Someone pointed at Zhang Yan and whispered, "Look, that's Senior Martial Brother Zhang."
The person beside him looked at him for a while and said with admiration, "Senior Martial Brother Zhang is indeed extraordinary. No wonder he dared to kill his way to the six rivers and four islands by himself and challenged twenty-six core disciples of influential families."
Since Zhang Yan was chosen as the son-in-law of the Zhou Clan, his appearance was already extraordinary. Now that he had changed into a Daoist robe and stood with a sword in his hand, his sleeves fluttered in the wind, making him look even more elegant like an immortal. At first glance, he stood out from the crowd, exuding an aura of being aloof from the world.
A female disciple said sadly, "Unfortunately, Senior Martial Brother Zhang is going to die today. No matter how heroic he is, he will only be dust."
Someone was unhappy and said, "Nonsense, Senior Martial Brother Zhang is a good person. He can seek good fortune and avoid disaster."
When these words were said, everyone sighed in disbelief, but no one refuted it.
Even the four Enlightened Masters had to work together to break this fearsome formation. How could an ordinary disciple survive?
Less than half an hour later, the sound of muffled thunder resounded above Bamboo Island. Everyone looked up and saw a ten li wide cloud of purple lightning rolling over. In the middle of the cloud, there was a roar of thunder and lightning. In an instant, a hundred li of land was completely covered by the thick fog.
"Teacher Sun's dharma image has arrived. Disciples welcome teacher." With Ning Chongxuan in the lead, tens of people at the side stood up and bowed.
The dense fog slowly dissipated, and a young man with red cheeks and white teeth appeared from the sea of clouds. He entered a silver canopy and sat down. He waved his hand and said with a smile, "No need to stand on ceremony. You all know that I can't bear to see this."
Ning Chongxuan insisted, "Etiquette must not be abolished." Then, he led the disciples to bow to Sun Zhenren before returning to their positions.
Sun Zhenren looked a little helpless. His clear eyes swept outside, and suddenly his eyes lit up. He raised his hand and pointed, saying, "Are you Zhang Yan? Come. "
Zhang Yan was about to take a step forward, but a fog lifted him up from under his feet. He felt his body swaying, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Sun Zhenren.
Enlightened Sun looked at him a few times, then suddenly laughed and said, "I heard that your family keeps quite a number of beauties. Now that you're going to charge into the death formation, it's useless to keep them. How about giving me two? You will benefit from it in the future. "
Zhang Yan smiled and cupped his hands, saying, "Enlightened Master, if I am not here, I will return them and return to my hometown of Water Sheen."
It was obvious that Zhenren Sun was not angered. Instead, he clapped his hands and laughed, "When I was young, I received the guidance of a demoness, and that was how I embarked on the path of the Great Way. Unfortunately, she passed away many years ago, and even her Primordial Spirit is not known where she reincarnated. From then on, I treated both humans and demons equally. So what if I keep demonesses? If you can't get out of this formation today, I will protect the beauties by your side and keep them on Spirit Page Island. I will return them to you when you return to the sect. I want to see who dares to make things difficult for them. "
Zhuang Bufan was standing at the side of the mountain path, so he heard it clearly. Even though his expression did not change, his fingers could not help but tremble, and his back was drenched in cold sweat.
At this time, a fiery cloud floated over from the horizon. Zhuang Bufan's expression brightened, and he heaved a sigh of relief. He took a step forward and bowed, saying, "Disciple greets Honored Master." Behind him, a dozen male and female disciples also came forward and bowed together.
As soon as the fireball landed on the ground, it exploded with a loud bang. Sparks flew everywhere as the golden flames surged upwards, revealing nine types of Qi. When the flames descended, a tall Daoist wearing a deep purple robe appeared. He waved his sleeves at Zhuang Bu Fan and the others before entering a brocade tent and sitting down. He then closed his eyes and did not speak a word.
Sun Zhenren did not bother to talk to him. Seeing that Zhang Yan had the intention to leave, he smiled and said, "Zhang Yan, you can stand here, there is no need to go back."
Although Zhang Yan knew that this place was too conspicuous, he could not disobey Sun Zhenren's order, so he could only stand there without moving.
When the disciples saw that he was standing next to Sun Zhenren, it was obvious that he was highly regarded. Even though they knew that he was about to die, they could not help but feel envious.
About half an hour later, Enlightened Master Zhu opened his eyes and said, "Senior Martial Brother Yan is here."
A gentle breeze blew by, and countless green leaves floated to the island from an unknown place. A strange fragrance assailed the nostrils, and waves of clear air filled the air. Thousands of green bamboos rose from the ground, forming a sea of bamboos.
The bamboos rustled in the wind. When this scene disappeared, a skinny Daoist stood on the golden canopy and bowed to Enlightened Master Zhu and Enlightened Master Sun.
Enlightened Master Zhu and Enlightened Master Sun also stood up to return the greeting. The three of them sat down. Although they were only a few feet apart, they did not disturb each other and did not speak.
But before Enlightened Master Yan sat down, he glanced at Zhang Yan indifferently and snorted softly.
If other disciples were here, they would have been frightened and uneasy, but Zhang Yan's expression did not change, as if he did not hear it.
After another half an hour, the hundreds of disciples suddenly heard loud splashing sounds of water, which then turned into rumbling galloping sounds. They couldn't help but turn their heads to look towards the south. Unexpectedly, the entire Southern Swamp's lake water was being drawn back by some unknown force, rising hundreds of feet into the air, and sweeping towards Bamboo Island.
Except for a few people, all the disciples changed their expressions. Just as the water wave, which seemed to have the power to swallow thousands of miles, was about to fall, it suddenly disappeared out of thin air, and a middle-aged Daoist with three strands of black beard appeared. He had an elegant face, wore a pure yang crown on his head, and was dressed in a cloud robe of the Eight Trigrams.
When Enlightened Master Zhu saw that the momentum of the water was unexpectedly withdrawn, his expression changed slightly, and he thought to himself, "Big Senior Martial Brother's Northern Underworld True Water is really inherited from my master. I'm afraid this form has already reached the consummate stage."
Enlightened Master Yan stroked his beard without saying a word, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Qi Yuntian and hundreds of disciples behind him bowed together, and said, "Long live teacher." The five hundred disciples present also said in unison, "Welcome, Meng Zhen."
Meng Zhen nodded with a smile, and then walked into the purple cloud canopy and sat down. Yan, Zhu, and Sun also came up to pay their respects, and after exchanging greetings with each other for a while, they returned to where they came from.
Sun Zhenren leaned forward and said, "Big Senior Martial Brother, do you need me to go and observe the formation first?"
Meng Zhen said with a smile, "Wait a moment, Junior Martial Brother. There is still one more person coming."
Sun Zhenren thought for a moment, and understood the clues, and nodded slightly.
Not long after, the sound of gurgling water came from all directions, like silk being spun out of a cocoon, continuous and continuous. After a while, countless clear spring water fell from the sky, and rolled up in the air three feet above the ground, and gathered in one place.
The water was like the patter of spring rain, and also like a small stream hitting a stone, tinkling merrily. Soon, it converged into a water mirror with a radius of five miles, and white and pink lotuses rose from it, and then bloomed one after another. The petals of the top white lotus opened, and a delicate Taoist nun with willowy eyebrows and cherry red cheeks appeared. Her eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, and her nose was smooth like jade, but her eyes were cold and fierce, and her aura was awe-inspiring.
"So it's Enlightened Master Qin." The four Enlightened Masters stood up together and bowed to the four Enlightened Masters.
Enlightened Master Qin moved her feet lightly, and bowed to the four Enlightened Masters. She opened her mouth slightly and said, "Four Martial Nephews, no need to be so polite."
Her slender finger pointed downwards, and the lotus under her feet turned into a lotus seat. But before she sat down, her phoenix eyes swept over Zhang Yan with an imposing gaze.
Zhang Yan's heart was firm, and he looked back at her calmly, his gaze was not fierce, and he thought to himself, "Don't think that you are all high and mighty today, in the future, there will be a day when my mana and supernatural powers will far surpass yours. For some reason, this Enlightened Master Qin, who was supposed to be the most hostile towards Zhang Yan, smiled. This smile was like a hundred flowers blooming, and it was as if the heaven and earth lost their beauty. Then, she retracted her gaze, and sat down on the lotus seat.
When the five Enlightened Masters arrived, Bamboo Island was shrouded in celestial energy, and a myriad of strange phenomena appeared. The changes of water and fire, the strange fragrances, and the flying flowers were all the manifestations of the Enlightened Masters' dharma.
Once the dharma was formed, the body would have a monstrous mana, and without moving, just using the dharma to go out and attack the enemy. How could the disciples have seen such a scene before? Now that they saw it, they were all amazed, and felt that it was an eye-opener.
Meng Zhen said in a deep voice, "Since Enlightened Master Qin is here, the disciples will be safe. Junior brothers, follow me out of the formation."
The three Enlightened Masters said in unison, "We will follow senior brother's order."
The four Enlightened Masters each revealed their dharma, and walked towards the clouds. Immediately, the wind and clouds rolled, and half the sky was occupied by the celestial clouds.
On the opposite shore, on the Eagle Perching Continent, there was a sea of clouds that stretched for thousands of miles. Murderous intent filled the air, and evil spirits were everywhere. In all four corners, there were divine beasts formed by the formation's Qi. Indistinctly, one could hear the beating of drums in the sky, as if there were countless hidden weapons and horses.
As if they also noticed the movement here, the few Demon Kings that were guarding the formation also released their dharma, and faced the four Enlightened Masters from afar, not showing any weakness.
Meng Zhen looked over, and saw that in the east, there was a black-scaled python, rolling in a black cloud. Inside, there was thunder and lightning, and thousands of serpents followed closely. In the south, there was a jade carp.
However, the horns on its head were raised, like a fish leaping over the dragon's gate. Its demonic aura was also soaring, and it split the sky.
In the direction of the north, there was a thick and solid ice fog, and a huge black tortoise was breathing in and out spiritual energy, but its figure was faintly discernible, and it could not be seen clearly.
It seemed like these Demon Masters' dharma, if they did not have the true inheritance of the ancient times, then most of them were using their original form to appear. Meng Zhen did not look too much, and looked towards the south. This person was specially ordered by the Sect Master to pay attention to, but with one look, he frowned.
This dharma, however, showed a boundless wonderland. There were palaces, pavilions, and celestial music, but there was not a single trace of its origin.
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