Cultivating Immortals in the Family: Becoming a Clan Magical Artifact at the beginning

Chapter 462 Silence

There are more and more people on the mountain, except for a few familiar faces, some familiar Taoist robes and uniforms, there are also many unfamiliar clothes, perhaps monks from Wu Kingdom and the north, standing on the clouds.

After a few breaths, a person finally stood out from the clouds, with a young face, dressed in white, with faint gold patterns painted on the cuffs, with empty hands, he looked around with his hands together, and said softly:
"It's not a problem for everyone to just stand. No matter what you want to fight for, you must at least open this big formation. Next [Xiuyuezong] Nian Yi, if everyone has no objection, I will organize the sects first. The array is open."

This monk's spell of controlling the wind is very powerful. Even if the sky is full of [Abyss and Gale], he can still stand in the air riding the wind. Although he can't move at will, he still shows the superhuman skill of controlling the wind .

The Xiuyue Sect is well-known and transcends all immortal sects. Once this remark is made, no one dares to speak rudely. You look at me, I look at you, or you just look at your nose, nose, nose, and heart, and don't speak.

After a while, a middle-aged man descended from the clouds, dressed in simple clothes, with a long knife behind him, stood with arms folded, and said calmly:
"Golden Feather Sect, Zhang Yun."

This person's aura was flat, and there was no wave in the ancient well, but everyone looked sideways. Nian Yi expressed surprise, clasped his fists and said:

"I never thought that the senior came here in person this time, and the junior was rude..."

Zhang Yun waved his hand, and two people rose from below, it was the man in the black and gold robe and Yu Muxian standing on the cloud just now, and said:

"Qingchi Yuanwu, Tang Shedu, Yu Muxian."

All the three sects of the Yue Kingdom showed up, but no overseas monks appeared. Instead, there was a man riding the wind, dressed in blue-gray, wearing a jade crown, with a handsome face:

"Wu Guochang Huaishan, Qingzhuo."

Qing Zhuo stopped in the clouds, Nian Yi of Xiuyue Sect and Zhang Yun of Jin Yu Sect were not surprised, it seemed to be a matter of course, but Qing Zhuo opened his mouth, glanced around below, and said softly:
"Qingsong Taoism spreads all over Wuyue. It is reasonable for me to take the things in this temple. As for the Jiangbei and overseas monks, go away! Try your luck in the clouds outside, maybe you can get something."

As soon as this statement came out, the crowd below were either happy or worried, Li Xuanfeng's eyes quickly passed over Lin Chensheng and Bi Yu's makeup, and found that the two were not surprised, he thought to himself:

"The real people in the south of the Yangtze River have long been divided... Donghuodongtian looked like this back then, and it even appeared more disciplined because there were real people entering it back then..."

The three sects are all Jindan orthodox, plus a Changhuai mountain in the state of Wu. Just watching for a while, many monks from the East China Sea have already risen in the wind and flew around. The two of them still stood still.

Qing Zhuo glanced at it, and one of them stepped forward nervously, and replied:

"My next [Pure One]..."

Qing Zhuo didn't wait for him to finish, curled his lips in dissatisfaction, but didn't say anything, looking at Zhang Yun beside him, his tone was quite respectful:

"I thought that senior had already retreated and broke through the Purple Mansion, but I never thought that senior came to this cave in person..."

Zhang Yun shook his head and didn't say much, Qing Zhuo then took out a token from his bosom.

The token was all blue and grey, with three ancient characters engraved on it. It seemed that there was no magic. Li Xuanfeng looked at it intently, and using his pupil technique, he captured the three characters on the token in an instant.

"[Qing Changhuai]."

Yishan City has a long history, and most of them are ancient books and ancient characters. He easily recognized the ancient characters.

The big formation in front of him slowly lit up, there was no unexpected change, and there was no flicker of resistance, just like that, it disappeared completely in front of the monks.

"The token of Changhuai Mountain can actually open this big formation..."

Once the big formation was opened, before everyone could make a move, several rays of light gushed out in an instant. First, the man lying cross-legged on the ground twitched suddenly, and the crystal light blue sword on his chest jumped out, like a ferocious falcon eagle. , Fly to the sky outside.

And that person's bones also turned into ashes in an instant, and countless golden glows gushed out, turning into goat sparrows in the air, blinking their eyes and singing, with extraordinary agility, flapping their wings, and flying in all directions.

And the corpse that stretched out its hand to catch the jade box finally fell to its knees with a plop, turning into a red heat wave that spread out from head to toe, and two pieces of red light burst out from the chest and waist, mixed with large and small red jade beads, Roll in the hall.

The jade boxes on the six jade platforms creaked and jumped up, and the scattered instruments and books on the futons twisted their limbs, propped themselves up on the ground in embarrassment, and drove away with the wind.

For a moment, the magic light flowed around, which was very spectacular. With a movement of Lin Chensheng's black robe, he seemed to have chosen the target long ago, and leaped towards the fourth futon.

As soon as the colorful light burst out from the hall, it seemed that they were not affected by the [Great Abyss Wind], and each of them left with their heads in their arms. Several ancient books opened their title pages one after another and rose rapidly in the wind.

No need for anyone to say more, the air was already in a ball, and a group of magic weapons rose into the sky. The fastest flying one was a small mirror, only the size of a palm, showing a purple-gold color and dazzling light.

As soon as the small mirror came out, it immediately attracted everyone's attention. Several people flew up on the wind forcefully, and stretched out their hands to snatch the magic weapon, but saw a golden hammer coming across the sky.

"This is my master's thing!"

A black-clothed monk held a long hammer and fought out alone. He even rode the wind up to such a high place, condescending, and the magic weapon in his hand was very powerful, forcing the two of them back.

With the other hand, he held the gray flame and swept across it, causing several people to back away from it. After pinching and releasing, he took the purple magic weapon into his hand.

This action immediately angered the crowd, and five or six spells were struck at the same time in an instant. The black-robed man chuckled, advancing instead of retreating, and flew straight towards the hall.

A group of monks were fighting outside the hall, but Zhang Yun and the others did not stay outside the hall. They flew into the hall in unison. Everyone had a tacit understanding and did not dare to go in to fight with these few. Now this black-clothed man, Breaking into the palace in one breath, it really made everyone outside stop.

Li Xuanfeng did not pay too much attention to the situation on the field, but focused on the nearest page of the book.

"Boom!"

He stomped hard on the ground with both feet, and only heard a loud roar. He jumped five feet high from the ground, and he flew up at the same high altitude without driving the wind. He grabbed the page of the Dharma book with one hand. .

The two people around him each searched for the things they wanted to take, but left an open space, and no one competed with him for a while, this page of the Dharma book was caught off guard, and he grabbed it in his hand.

'It's much simpler than expected...'

It was just this moment that Li Xuanfeng understood that the real precious things in this great hall were only the remaining five, and that these magical artifacts and ancient books were really left there casually by others, but they have been nourished by this great formation for a long time, and have acquired spirituality over thousands of years , will run away.

This Dharma book was pinched by him like this, and the original spirituality was perfect and mixed, and a little bit of spirituality was instantly wiped out and turned into a dead thing. Li Xuanfeng looked at the sky again, only two or three pieces were still flying, and everyone fought violently.

Li Xuanfeng carefully looked at it twice, always remembering his real purpose of coming here, and he didn't want to reveal his strength, so he hid the book in his sleeve, moved quickly, activated the black gold spirit armor, and hid in the pine forest.

Two streamers quickly followed. One was dressed in gray and a brown-gray Taoist robe, with slightly smaller eyes and a high nose. He also held floating dust in his hand. He seemed to be a monk from the Changxiao Gate.

The other person is dressed in white, holding a long sword in one hand, looks middle-aged, and steps on a jade-colored flying shuttle. Both of them have magic light flowing in their eyes, and they have obviously practiced the pupil technique. They locked this place all the way Li Xuanfeng was spotted early on when the book came over, and it took only a few breaths of time before he was spotted.

The middle-aged man in white took a closer look and recognized the man in black-gold armor and holding a longbow. His expression changed suddenly, and he didn't speak for a few breaths. He said in a trembling voice:
"Xuan Feng!"

Li Xuanfeng was slightly taken aback, stared at his brows and eyes for a while, and suddenly said:
"Senior Yong Ling!"

This middle-aged man in white is Li Tongya's old friend, the current [Yushan Weng] Xiao Yongling!The two elders met Yu Weimo, and they forged a friendship when they were born in Xiaoxiu. They can be regarded as Li Xuanfeng's elders.

The gray-clothed man at the Changxiaomen looked at this appearance, and the two seemed to be old friends, so he suddenly felt that something was wrong, turned his head and ran away without saying a word, and hurried out of the forest.

Stepping on the spell, he pulled out a long ray of light in one breath, which was extraordinarily dazzling in the night. He flew so fast that he almost bumped into a blue-green spirit pine.

Xiao Yongling didn't know what to think about, so he didn't make a move, and Li Xuanfeng also gave up, seeing the middle-aged man's expression of emotion and surprise, he cupped his hands:

"I have met you, senior! Congratulations, senior, for breaking through the late stage of foundation establishment."

Xiao Yongling waved his hand, with surprise on his face, but this is not the place to talk, Li Xuanfeng quickly took out the book, shook his head and said:
"I'm waiting for bad luck. This is just a small letter."

Li Xuanfeng tried his best to avoid misunderstanding, and immediately handed over the letter to Xiao Yongling. The man in white didn't refuse. After reading it carefully, his family's background naturally recognized this ancient character:
"Junior Brother Du, it's not easy to get millet out of the fire. If you need help, senior brother and I will do our best to help you...please speak up."

There are only a few words on the front, which seem to be torn from an ancient book, but there are hundreds of words on the back, Xiao Yongling looked carefully, and it was about Lujie Heshui.

"Ah."

Xiao Yongling responded, regretfully saying:
"I saw him flying out of the third futon, an ancient book, and I thought it was some kind of secret explanation...I just thought that the value was not high, and few people would come to snatch it...I didn't expect that it was not high."

He casually handed it back to Li Xuanfeng, and the two of them approached the main hall again. There were not many people outside the hall. The monks who snatched the thing fled, and those who didn't snatch it also chased away, and there were no more people.

The two had no real gains, so they took a few steps forward when they suddenly heard the clang of metal and iron, looked up at the starry night in the sky, and the expressions of both of them changed.

All the way in for more than ten hours, the sky here is always gloomy and starry night, the clouds and mists are also light gray night, except for the sky full of stars, the only thing that shines is the Dharma light of the monks.

However, in the far west, a bright light is slowly rising, like the morning sun.The strong golden light shone over and turned into many golden and stone phantoms. Both of them were dizzy for a while, terrified in their hearts, and immediately closed their eyes.

Almost at the same time, a melodious bell rang from the hall, buzzing and lingering in his mind.

"Boom..."

Li Xuanfeng moved his lips, but found that his lips could not be opened anymore, his eyes were stinging, mana kept pouring into his eyes, he just wanted to keep his eyes.

……

The competition outside the hall was intense, but the inside of the hall became stalemate. Yu Muxian and Tang She stood together, dressed in white and black, quietly waiting in the southeast corner.

Qing Zhuo was dressed in blue-gray, with a straight jade crown, standing alone in the west, Nian Yi stood in the north, Zhang Yun stood with his hands behind his back, and he looked the most relaxed among them.

There are two other people, each standing in a corner, one holding a golden hammer, his eyes constantly sweeping back and forth in the hall, standing quietly in the corner, the token at his waist is shaking, and a gray flame is faintly emerging .

The other person turned out to be a female cultivator with a gentle temperament and a stunning appearance. She had a soft chin but sharp eyes, staring straight at the big clock.

The few proud men of heaven did not open their mouths, and stood silently. After a few breaths, Zhang Yun came forward, walked slowly to the front, and said solemnly:

"Back then, the six sons of the Qingsong Temple [Chongming Palace] were all true geniuses who stirred up the situation. I, Jin Yuzong, have always respected these six seniors, and I don't have much orthodox connection with Qingsong Temple. This time I entered the cave... Not too greedy."

He slowly moved his hand close to the big bell in the hall, and said softly:

"This time, the real person in the sect is seeking the way, just to take this [Buyuzhong] view, and Zhang will not take any of the rest."

He put his mana into the big clock, and slowly made a formula, and saw that the clock didn't move at all, there was no movement, it didn't make a loud noise, and it didn't shrink into its original shape.

"pity."

Zhang Yun sighed, looked back at the three people below, and said in a low voice:
"Close your eyes, everyone!"

As soon as these words came out, if a few people realized something, they would all contemplate the Lingtai, close their eyes and lower their eyes, and calm down.

Just a moment later, the starry sky above the hall suddenly lit up, and a silver-white oval object rose up, emitting a strong light, covering all the countless stars in the sky.

"Boom!"

Several people closed their eyes and said nothing, Zhang Yun had prostrated himself on the ground, and the big clock in his hand finally trembled violently, as if pushed by some invisible thing, it made a loud chime.

Several people's throats, lips and tongues went numb, and they all lost consciousness. They knelt on the ground one after another. Although it was different from Zhang Yun's prostration, they respectfully bowed down.

Attracted by the silver-white light, the bronze bell rotated continuously in the air, slowly shrinking, and finally turned into a yellow streamer the size of a fist, flying out of the hall, like a star going up against the sky, straight into the sky.

The big clock slowly fell into the silver-white ellipse and gradually disappeared. Only then did two barriers slowly close together from the upper and lower sides of the silver-white ellipse, leaving this world little by little.

(End of this chapter)