"Sigh, all we do is walk around the mountain all day. It's so boring. If only we could go to the front lines and fight the demonic cultivators." A young man sighed.
"Come on! Junior Apprentice Brother Sun, you are only at the seventh level of Qi Refining. You need to be at least at the ninth level of Qi Refining before you can be transferred to the front lines to fight against the demonic cultivators. You should just obediently patrol! "A middle-aged man joked.
"That's right. Although it's boring to patrol the mountains, it's safe. It's said that three to four hundred Qi Condensation cultivators from our Green Pill Sect have died on the front line."
"Why is the battle so tragic? The Demonic Dao cultivators won't come here, right? "The young man's expression changed as he spoke with some concern.
After hearing this, Zhao Feng chuckled and said: "This is the rear, how could a demonic cultivator come here?"
However, right at that moment, the ground shook slightly.
Suddenly, a loud rumbling sound came from a mountain peak on the left, as if someone was attacking the formation.
"Enemy attack!"
"Enemy attack!"
A green light flew out from the herbal garden on the mountaintop, and landed not far in front of Zhao Feng.
The azure light receded, revealing a skinny old man in azure robes. Judging from the magic power fluctuations on his body, he was a Core Formation Stage cultivator.
The green-robed old man stared at the void with a solemn expression, not saying a word.
Outside Baiyun Mountain, Wang Changsheng and Mu Tiannan were looking at Baiyun Mountain. Oval-Quetzal? ≡ Ridicule? Sifting Sifting Sifting Men's Guillotine
Mu??? Suddenly? Bet on him? Stupid Ding? Kuan Yu Mi said, "You want to lower your head by yourself? Qian Yu, Lai Juan Street, Slow Remonstrance? No punishment? Huh??? Nephew? Third? Musculus musculus musculus.
Mu???? Zhuang Zhi Fan Zhuang Zhuang
"Fairy Mu, Senior Martial Brother Zhou, put away your transcendent artifacts and let me do it! I've just obtained a powerful magic treasure. I'll use it to test its power, "Wang Changsheng said with a smile.
After saying that, he flipped his palm and a mirror that shone with red light appeared in his hand. It was Daoist Huo Yun's Firesun Mirror.
Hearing this, Zhou Tong and Mu Mu were stunned. Tailor Waving Mandala? Zhangjiajiahimmū
Wang Changsheng aimed the mirror at White Cloud Mountain. After injecting his spiritual power, a red light flashed, and a red light beam the size of a water tank flashed out, blasting straight at the white clouds.
The speed of the red beam of light was extremely fast, and it disappeared into the white clouds in a flash.
With a loud bang, the white clouds dispersed, revealing the situation inside.
There was a courtyard at the top of the mountain that was about a hundred mu in size. A white light shrouded the entire courtyard, and one could vaguely see the silhouettes of people walking around.
A green-robed old man with an emaciated face and a yellow-robed old man with a ruddy complexion were standing outside the courtyard. Both of them were in the middle stage of the Core Formation realm and their expressions were exceptionally solemn.
"This is the medicinal garden of our Green Pill Sect. May I know the reason why the three of you have come here?" The green-robed old man raised his head and looked at Wang Changsheng's trio.
When he heard this, Immortal Wang acted as if he didn't hear anything, turning his head towards Mu??? The oval-shaped Qinghuang Guanghuang Guanghuang Guanghuang? Pi Zheng? Situ Huan? Ye Yuandong, Sang Hua, Ming Yu, Sang You Lu? Sneakily! Sneakily!
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"Brother Wang, can you do it alone?" Zhou Tong asked worriedly.
Wang Changsheng chuckled, his lips moving slightly. Zhou Tong thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement.
Wang Changsheng's voice was not loud, but his words still reached the ears of the green-robed old man and the yellow-robed old man.
The two of them looked at each other and nodded. Then, their figures flashed, and they returned to the white light curtain.
Seeing this, Wang Changsheng snorted lightly. With a shake of his sleeve, a red gourd flashed out and expanded in the wind.
He cast a spell seal onto the huge gourd, and red light flashed. The lid of the gourd opened, and a large amount of red crystal sand flew out.
Wang Changsheng made a sign with one hand, and the red crystal sand spun, quickly condensing into a red giant sword that was three to four hundred feet long.
"Kill." Immortal Wang reached out his hand, lightly pointing at the white barrier, releasing a low shout.
The red giant sword circled and quickly slashed at the white light curtain.
Seeing that the red giant sword was about to hit the white light curtain, three short cyan swords, two long red swords, and two short yellow swords flew out of the white light curtain one after another.
The seven flying swords quickly gathered together and turned into a three-colored giant sword that was more than ten feet long.
The red giant sword collided with the three-colored giant sword, and there was a "keng" sound of metal colliding. The two were in a stalemate.
Seeing this, Wang Changsheng's eyes flashed with a touch of surprise. His eyes turned, and with a shake of his sleeve, a silver long sword flashed out.
Wang Changsheng reached out and pointed at the silver long sword. With a flash of silver light, the silver long sword turned into a silver dragon that was more than three hundred feet long.
The silver dragon shook its head and wagged its tail, and quickly rushed at the white light curtain.
This time, hundreds of shining magic tools flew out of the white light curtain and met the silver dragon.
Seeing this, Wang Changsheng snorted and made a sign with one hand. The silver dragon opened its bloody mouth and spat out a silver light beam that was the size of a water tank. It shot at the hundreds of magic tools.
With a loud "boom", the silver light beam collided with the hundreds of magic tools, and a large burst of thunder light burst out.
After the thunder light disappeared, only dozens of magic tools were left floating in the air, and their light was incomparably dim.
The silver dragon opened its bloody mouth again and spat out a thick silver light beam.
With a loud "boom", the silver light beam hit the white light curtain, and a large amount of thunder light covered half of the white light curtain.
In the next moment, the silver dragon shook its head and wagged its tail, and disappeared into the thunder light.
After a moment, the thunder light disappeared, and the white light curtain was slightly dimmed.
The silver dragon continued to hit the white light curtain, and the light of the white light curtain gradually dimmed.
Zhou Tong's expression changed and he urged, "Brother Wang, this is Zhao's territory after all. We can't drag this out for too long. Let's end this quickly."
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"Got it." Wang Changsheng nodded.
He aimed the Fire Yang Mirror at the white light curtain, and after injecting Fa Li, a red light beam the size of a water tank flashed and shot straight at the white light curtain.
The red light beam was extremely fast, and after a few flashes, it hit the white light curtain.
With a loud "boom", the light of the white light curtain suddenly dimmed, and it looked like it would collapse at any time.
Immortal Wang formed a seal with one hand. The giant red sword scattered, turning into countless small red swords, covering heaven and earth as they smashed towards the white light barrier.
With a series of "peng" sounds, the countless small red swords struck the white light curtain.
The dim white light curtain didn't last long before it shattered.
With a series of screams, hundreds of low level cultivators fell into a pool of blood with small red swords stuck in their bodies.
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