On the other side of the tunnel between the two worlds that Tianxia could not see for the time being, there were countless gigantic heavenly balls of flames floating in the air.
They were like suns that were shining brightly as they floated in the air. Seven-colored smoke connected them together. This scene could be said to be majestic and beautiful, but there was also a faint hint of ruthlessness.
At the center of these heavenly balls was a ball of pure sun that illuminated the air.
The moment he laid eyes on this object, all of his Essence, Energy, Spirit, Will, and all of his radiance seemed to be sucked away by it. Apart from that, everything else seemed to be able to be ignored. It didn't matter whether it existed or not. Everything in the world seemed to revolve around it, and nothing could replace it.
This was Huanyang school's Dao-Guarding Treasure, Refining Space and Punishing Sun. It had the ability to fuse with all things and refine space.
At that moment, there were three Daoists who were either sitting or standing on the aura that spread out from Punishing Sun. One of them was leaning sideways with one of his sleeves spread open. His elbow rested on the armrest of a jet-black vine that looked like it was made up of tree roots. His palm hung down naturally, and there was an ancient barnacle hanging from his fingertips. At that moment, it was swaying on its own.
This person had thin lips and a straight nose. He had a pair of phoenix eyes, and when he occasionally cast a sideways glance, there was a hint of disdain and unruliness in his eyes. This was one of the three hosts of Huanyang school, Guan Chaosheng.
To his left was a white-robed Daoist who stood with his sleeves behind his back. This person's body was as straight as a javelin, and there was a thick and heavy sword casket that was around five feet tall in front of him.
His expression was cold, and he looked as if he had been sculpted from white jade. His facial features were flawless, and he gave off the air of someone who was above all living things and distant from the mortal world. His name was Chen Baixiao, and he was also one of the three hosts of Huanyang school.
To his right sat a gentle and beautiful woman. Her neck was fair, her fingers were like green onions, and her wrists were plump. At that moment, she was facing a clear spring that flowed under her feet, grooming her appearance. However, if anyone took a closer look, they would find that she had turned into a black-haired girl who looked as if she had come out of a painting. Her eyes were clear, and her figure was slender. She seemed to be the embodiment of all beauty in the world.
But when he looked again, he saw that it was clearly a naive little girl. She was squatting there, resting her chin on her hands as she looked at the fish swimming in the water, revealing a curious expression.
These three appearances seemed to switch back and forth at any time, making it impossible to tell which one was her original appearance.
This person was Huanyang's last treasure holder, Yu Qingrong.
In a place extremely far away from them, there was a rainbow that flew across the void. Hundreds of mountains and thousands of rivers were condensed within it. Under the bright moon, the myriad of trees appeared verdant and lush, and the night breeze carried a hidden fragrance. It was a scene of tranquility and beautiful scenery, and it was poles apart from the world outside that was filled with raging flames.
On the top of the cliff where the moonlight shone, there stood two people. One was an old man with long hair. He had a thin appearance and a wisp of beard under his chin. There was a zither in front of him and a crane beside him. This person wore a wide robe with big sleeves. His spirit was distant, and there seemed to be a sense of nostalgia in his eyes.
The other person was a young Daoist in a red robe and overcoat. He had an arrogant aura and stood out from the crowd. His face was like jade and his lips were like a dot of red paint. His eyes contained a sense of exuberance. There was a floating divine wheel behind him with a red ribbon tied to it that fluttered endlessly.
They were Li Mizhen and Dan Xiaochen of Shenzhao Sect's Xixia Immortals.
The relationship between the Shenzhao Sect and the Huanyang Sect was not like what Shangchen and Tianxia thought. They were not subordinates, nor were they annexed by one party. Instead, they were a formal alliance.
However, this was not the intention of the cultivators of the two sects, but the decision from the top. Therefore, even if the cultivators of the two sects did not get along well, they could only stand together for the time being.
The five of them were now staring at the Void Passage in front of them. However, the gap, which had been gnawed open and was gradually expanding, seemed to be interfered with by an invisible force at this time. It was actually closing.
On the side of Huanyang school, Guan Chaosheng, who was originally indifferent, seemed to be attracted by something at this moment. He narrowed his red phoenix eyes slightly, lifted his sleeve, picked up the barnacle, poured it into a cup, and drank it. Then he played with the cup and said playfully, "It seems that the Divine Insect of your sect can't defeat Tianxia's Qi of Clear Sky after all."
Even if the two sides were very far away, this kind of message was accurately heard by the two people of Shenzhao Sect.
The young Taoist in red snorted softly, turned his head and said, "Senior Fellow Apprentice, how is it on the other side?"
The old man with disheveled hair looked at the table in front of him, where a box was placed. This thing was called the "Jade Stone Box", and it was the place where the Shenzhao Three Insects were placed.
The lid on the stone box was divided into three colors, white, red, and black, which corresponded to the three insects respectively. When the lid of the box was closed, it could be retrieved. When the stone box was opened, the insects would be released. But now the white lid was open, and there seemed to be faint white gas coming out of it.
He fiddled with the white gas, pondered for a moment, and said, "The mysteries of heaven on the other side are chaotic. It should be Shen Xia, hmm … Tianxia's side messed up the mysteries of heaven. Now someone must have entered the Great Formation of Blocking Path in front of us. This formation is under the control of the Qi of Clear Sky to fill the gap. If we want to break the formation, it's difficult to compete with the treasures of our Shenzhao Sect alone."
The young Taoist in red curled his lips, glanced at Huanyang, and said, "Huanyang school has stopped the Cymbidium Lucidum in the passage between the two worlds. If I ask for his help again, it's obvious that I'm not as good as them. I think they're doing this on purpose. How can we, the Shenzhao Sect, lose to them?"
The old man with disheveled hair thought for a moment, and said, "If we want to break through the obstruction with the power of our Shenzhao Sect, then only one of us can go and crash the formation to contain the Qi of Clear Sky. This way, Tianxia can't fill the gap, and we can try to break through the Void Wall again."
The young Taoist in red was in high spirits. He reached out and pushed the Spirit Wheel behind him, and said, "Let's do it this way. Senior Fellow Apprentice, let me go."
The old man with disheveled hair stroked his beard, nodded, and said, "Wait a moment."
He reached out and pulled out a wisp of Qi Ji from the white gas, and then pondered for a moment, and said, "The other side's method of stimulating the Qi of Clear Sky is not purely based on the power of the formation, but also on their own mana. This mana is a little different from mine. This person may be the Xuanxiu of Tianxia that Shangchen fellow apprentice mentioned."
When the young Taoist in red heard this, he was dissatisfied, and said, "Is there no one else in Tianxia? They actually sent a Xuanxiu to stop me. Are they looking down on us? "
They were not completely ignorant of what was happening on the other side. Shangchen used the Cymbidium Lucidum as a cause and sent the branch directly to the other side of the void. At the same time, they also placed some general information about the current situation in the other side, which allowed them to understand a little. From this, they also knew that there were many Xuanxiu in Tianxia.
One couldn't blame the young Daoist for having such an attitude. In ancient Xia, there were already Xuan cultivators, but they weren't mainstream Daoist sects. There had never been any powerful cultivators who cultivated such Daoist techniques, so they weren't valued by the upper echelons of Daoist cultivators. In their eyes, only those with inferior talent and hopeless Daoist cultivation would cultivate Daoist techniques.
The old man with disheveled hair reminded, "Don't underestimate Xuanxiu. From the things passed down from Shangchen, after Tianxia went to the other world, he found the help of the 'Great Chaos'. Since then, the Xuanxiu technique has improved. Today, Tianxia has become stronger because of this. There must be something unique about it, and it cannot be underestimated."
The young Taoist in red said disdainfully, "How can a mere Xuanxiu technique compare to my true technique? Tianxia is only walking on the path of evil. How can this person be worthy of inheriting the name of Gu Xia and Shen Xia? The Dao of Gu Xia should be passed down by my generation! "
The old man with disheveled hair nodded slowly and said, "These words are reasonable. Today, Tianxia has set all kinds of rules and regulations, treating us immortals and mortals the same. How can this be? My generation should get rid of the turbidity, return the purity, and rectify the universe! "
He stroked the red-crowned crane beside him with his divine hand, "Let Mo Nu go with you." That red-crowned crane also spread its wings and raised its slender neck. Its posture was very elegant.
The young Taoist in red had a self-confident expression between his brows, and said, "Senior Brother, it's better to stay. I can handle it."
At this moment, he turned back to look at the Huanyang school. At that moment, he suddenly felt that the shadows behind the three people looked like three ferocious demons. When he looked again, it was their original appearance.
He frowned and snorted. His breathing deepened, and a cloud of red clouds appeared under his feet. He floated out from the rainbow and paused for a moment. He shook his two sleeves, and a red rainbow rushed into the passage between the two worlds. In an instant, it disappeared into it.
Zhang Yu was sitting on the altar at this moment, presiding over the formation. He saw flashes of light in the passage between the two worlds in front of him. Thunder and lightning shuttled back and forth, accompanied by waves of tremors. He knew that there must be someone coming from the other side, so he looked up.
Those Xuan Zun who were guarding the formation also noticed the commotion. They also looked forward without blinking.
After waiting for a moment, the light burst out with a loud bang. Then, a young Taoist in red robes and a red belt with a divine wheel on his back came out on a rainbow. After he arrived outside, he stood in the void. The red cloud under his feet released smoke, and a red color rolled out. It was as eye-catching as fresh blood.
He glanced at the formation and said loudly, "I'm Dan Xiaochen, a cultivator from the Shenzhao Sect. Is the person presiding over the formation willing to spar with me? If you're not willing, it's okay. I'll break you myself! "
Hearing this, Zhang Yu's eyes flashed slightly. He thought for a moment and decided to fight.
He was a cultivator from Tianxia, not a cultivator from a sect. In fact, he didn't care about sparring to win. Even if he fought with others, it was also because of his duty.
If he could use the formation to suppress this person, he wouldn't fight because of a moment's anger.
However, if he used the formation's power to suppress this person, then he wouldn't be able to seal the passage between the two worlds. Therefore, he had to drive this person away or kill him.
Moreover, this person came alone. This was a great opportunity.
At a glance, he could tell that this person had plucked the fruit of "Virtual and Real Coexistence". Such a cultivator was rare everywhere. If he could kill or imprison him, it would definitely weaken the opponent's strength.
He shook his sleeves and stood up from his seat. At the same time, a ball of aura descended and turned into a white jade platform under his feet. The platform was surrounded by a dense and faintly discernible jade mist. The auspicious light was dazzling and magnificent.
Those who had plucked the fruit of coexistence between reality and illusion would all have this strange phenomenon accompanying them. This phenomenon was used to protect and avoid calamities. Its appearance differed according to one's cultivation and mana. In ancient Xia, Daoist cultivators often referred to it as "Daoist Carriage". However, there were also cultivators who did not show it on the outside due to their cultivation and Daoist techniques.
He said a few words to the Xuan Zun who were guarding the various places. Then, he lifted the cloud and rode the light, floating out of the formation.
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