"Whoosh! Whoosh! "
Streaks of colorful escape light whistled through the air as a group of cultivators rushed toward East Mountain.
"Huh? Master, look, why are Senior Brother and the others fighting? "
In the escape light, a young girl suddenly pointed at the spiritual light whistling through the air above East Mountain and asked the old man beside her in surprise.
"Of course they're fighting."
The old man smiled indifferently. "An unorthodox cultivator who came out of nowhere dares to compete with our Mist Grotto-Heaven for resources. Isn't he courting death?"
At this point, the old man turned to look at the young girl beside him. "Lin Jia, you have to remember. In the world of cultivators, strength is everything. The one with the bigger fist was the absolute truth. Therefore, you have to fight when you have to. There's no reason to talk about it. "
"Yes!"
Lin Jia bowed and accepted the lesson.
"Dong …"
At this moment, a melodious bell suddenly sounded on East Mountain.
As the bell rang, heaven and earth shook.
Invisible ripples swept out, and the cultivators who attacked earlier were instantly shattered by the sound waves.
"Ah! Damn it! "
"Thief, how dare you!"
"How dare you fight? How dare you kill the people of our Mist Grotto-Heaven? Thief, I'm going to grind your bones to dust. "
The cultivators in the escape light were furious when they saw their disciples die in front of them.
The escape light under their feet sped up even more, and weapons flashed with spiritual light appeared in their hands. The cultivators rushed toward East Mountain with murderous intent.
"Did you see that? Strength is the capital for a cultivator to travel the world, but the Sect is the foundation of a cultivator. "
Even at this time, the old man didn't forget to teach Lin Jia.
"Just now, that cultivator killed five people from our Mist Grotto-Heaven with one strike. It can be said that his strength is extraordinary. However, he's alone. How can he compete with the power of our sect? In the end, he'll still die. "
"Lin Jia, you have to remember that the Sect is the foundation of a cultivator. With the sect as your backing, you will be able to go further. "
"Yes."
Lin Jia bowed again and accepted the lesson.
In a moment, the group of cultivators rushed to East Mountain.
Seeing the white-robed figure standing at the peak of the mountain, the cultivators did not say a word. They brandished their weapons and charged over.
"Thief, you stole my Misty Grotto-Heaven's Source Ore and dared to kill my people. How dare you! Die! "
A dark-faced old man in the lead roared angrily, waving his hand and smashing out a large seal with mist swirling around it. Spiritual light erupted from the seal as it transformed into the shape of a massive mountain, crashing down from the sky.
At the same time, the other cultivators also brandished their weapons.
For a moment, the entire peak of Eastern Mountain was filled with raging winds and clouds as spiritual light soared to the heavens. Weapons flickering with spiritual light tore through the sky and slashed down.
"Did you see that? This is the power of the Sect. "
The old man nodded with a smile. "In front of a powerful Sect, the strength of an individual is insignificant."
As the old man spoke, he turned to look at Lin Jia.
To his surprise, what he saw on Lin Jia's face was not admiration for the Sect's strength, nor was it pride for the Sect. Instead, it was … fear! It was as if she had caused a great disaster!
Lin Jia's face was pale as she pointed at the peak of East Mountain. Her body was trembling, and her mouth was trembling as if she wanted to say something, but she could not say anything.
"What's going on?"
The old man was stunned and asked Lin Jia in surprise.
"Ah …"
Lin Jia suddenly screamed, "It's him! It's him! It's him! Don't fight! Don't fight! It's over, I'm dead! I'm dead! "
"Lin Jia!"
Seeing Lin Jia scared out of her wits, the old man could not help but feel a little angry. He shouted at Lin Jia.
Originally, the old man thought highly of Lin Jia, but after seeing Lin Jia's performance, the old man was greatly disappointed. There was no danger at all in such a small battle. How could she be so scared? She was really unworthy.
Among the few immortal seedlings brought back from the edge of the forbidden area of Remote Antiquity, this girl named Lin Jia was especially outstanding. As an elder of the Mist Grotto-Heaven, the old man had personally taken her in as a disciple.
He taught her carefully all the way because he wanted her to be outstanding and bring glory to the Sect. He did not expect her to be so timid. It was really disappointing.
"Lin Jia! What's wrong with you! "
The old man was furious and scolded Lin Jia with a straight face.
"Ah? Master? "
Lin Jia trembled and seemed to have woken up. She quickly grabbed the old man's sleeve and shouted in panic, "Master, we're not dead yet? That's great. That's great. Master, let's run! Let's run! "
"Bastard!"
The old man was trembling with anger and shouted at Lin Jia, "You're scared out of your wits by such a small battle? You've really disappointed me. "
"Battle? Where's the battle? Master, turn around and look! "
Lin Jia trembled and pointed at the peak of East Mountain, "Master, it's him! It's him! Turn around and look! "
"Hmm?"
The old man suddenly felt that something was wrong and hurriedly turned around to look in the direction of East Mountain's peak.
"Ah …"
Seeing the scene in front of him, the old man trembled and could not help but scream.
He already understood what Lin Jia meant by "where's the battle".
There was indeed no battle.
The white-robed figure on the peak did not move at all.
The seal that was as big as a mountain came crashing down. "Poof!" The seal turned into ashes and disappeared into thin air.
The gleaming sword slashed down from above, but it also turned into a puff of green smoke and disappeared without a trace.
The cultivators of the Mist Grotto-Heaven used all their strength and kept attacking the figure on the peak. All kinds of weapons, all kinds of secret treasures, and all kinds of spells rained down.
However …
Before they could land on the white-robed figure, they were shattered by an invisible wave and turned into dust.
How was this a battle?! It was not even tickling the other party!
"What kind of cultivation is this?! Who the hell is this person? "
The old man trembled and suddenly turned to look at Lin Jia, "You know that person? Who is he? Who the hell is that person? "
"It's him! Master, have you forgotten? That's the Grand Supreme … Oh no, that's the Heavenly Lord of Dao and Virtue! "
Lin Jia said to the old man with a trembling voice.
"Heavenly … Heavenly Lord?"
The old man's face turned pale and he hurriedly looked at the white-robed figure on the peak.
With one look, the old man could not help but wail, "It's really the Heavenly Lord!"
"Spare me! Heavenly Lord, spare me! Don't fight anymore! Quickly stop! "
The old man screamed in horror, but … it was too late.
"Dong …"
A melodious sound of a bell rang out.
A wave that shattered everything swept across the field.
"Poof! Poof! Poof! Poof! "
As the sound wave swept out, all the cultivators who had attacked Li Yu trembled and were instantly reduced to a pile of fine powder, which fluttered in the wind and scattered to the ground.
"Heavenly Lord … spare me!"
Only the old man's mournful cries echoed in the air.
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