Gou Zai Xian Qin Lian Gui Cultivation Immortal

Chapter 108
Xiaoyaoyuan.

Sitting alone in the courtyard, Jiang Gan saw the bamboo wind moving gently, leaving behind sparse and exquisite shadows, the faint lotus fragrance came, and the fragrance breezed slowly, making people suddenly feel at ease.

Before he knew it, he was also a big shot, who could easily influence the fate of ordinary people.It was no longer the guard against evil spirits in Jinhua County, who was trembling and fearful every day.

When he raised his head, he found that there was a fire in the distance, like a raging sea of ​​fire, burning half of the sky red.

Jiang Gan could see a huge fire dragon roaring out of the sea of ​​flames, faintly rushing towards Nanjun City.

Although they only rushed halfway, they were blocked by the Xijiang River outside the city, and they had no more energy left, and began to collapse continuously.

But this kind of situation has already shown that the fire is fierce, and if it continues to expand, even Xijiang may not be able to stop the raging fire.

Once the fire spread across the Xijiang River, the entire Nanjun City might be ignited and turned into a sea of ​​flames.

You know, most of the ancient buildings are wooden structures, even the Taixuan Jiange, Zuixian Tower and other buildings are no exception.

These buildings are not afraid of ordinary flames, but the sea of ​​​​fire outside the city is obviously caused by special flames.

Once it spreads to Nanjun City, the entire city will be turned into a sea of ​​flames, and ordinary people don't know how many people will be killed or injured.

Logically speaking, such a big movement has already alarmed the Nanjun government, and the government should send a strong person to solve it.

However, the yamen in Nanjun pushed each other, coupled with the deliberate delay of the people, naturally there was no hope of rescue or anything.

This Xijiang Sword Sect is located outside Nanjun City, across the Xijiang River from Nanjun City, and all the gangs outside the city have to pay protection fees to Xijiang Sword Sect.

At the same time, the Xijiang Sword Sect is deeply involved with all walks of life in Nanjun City, and the industries are spread all over the entire Nanjun City. The roots of the tree are deep and intertwined.

You must know that the interests of the entire South County are limited. If the Xijiang Sword Sect gets more points, other forces will get less points.

Without Xijiang Sword Sect's sitting tigers, the yamen in Nanjun could gain more benefits.

In this world, even those low-level officials seldom exploit those ordinary people, with little money and low efficiency.

They are more willing to support some small gangs and do some dirty work, which is rich in oil and water, high in efficiency, and does not have to bear the burden of infamy.

When those small gangs get angry, take the initiative to attack those small gangs, not only can you get a lot of wealth, but you can also gain fame and political achievements.

Sitting tigers like the Xijiang Sword Sect have big tails and have divided up a lot of interests in Nanjun.

It is normal for the Xijiang Sword Sect to catch fire this time. Conspiracies and calculations are one thing, and safety is also a little lax.

There are also yamen in Nanjun sitting on the hills and watching the fire, only focusing on strengthening the protection of the city, but they have no intention of fighting the fire, allowing the fire to spread freely, and even secretly fueling the flames.

Jiang Gan saw all this in his eyes, his heart was cold, and he secretly scolded the Nanjun officials for being dark-hearted and not being a son of man.

Although he sympathizes with the Xijiang Sword Sect and the innocent people outside the city, he is weak and powerless, facing the raging sea of ​​fire, he is powerless.

When the fire subsided, Nanjun County Sheriff's Yamen came forward to mourn, took the wealth of Xijiang Sword Sect to himself, and then moved a group of people here, and the matter was resolved.

Yuanshen had seen similar things many times in Jinhua County, and it was already commonplace.

To those in power, ordinary people are nothing more than cattle and horses. When they die, they die, and no one cares.

Migrate a group of people here, multiply and live, and the past can be repeated for at most a hundred years.

If it weren't for the strict laws of Xianqin, the lives of ordinary people would be even more difficult.

Thinking of this, Jiang Gan's heart moved, and he got in touch with You Zhuxia, asking her to take all the wealth accumulated by the Xijiang Sword Sect for thousands of years.

He is not greedy for wealth, but he just can't bear to let those wealth be burned to ashes by flames, causing waste of resources, and he is even more unwilling to cheapen those corrupt officials.

Tianlong Paradise is still very barren, and it needs massive resources to enhance the heritage of the Paradise and cultivate more powerful people.

After You Zhuxia received the order, a flash of excitement flashed in his eyes, and he immediately turned into Qingfeng and headed towards Xijiang Sword Sect.

The torrential sea of ​​flames did not stop her footsteps, but instead covered her fluctuations in spiritual power and did not attract any attention.

If a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, there are many conspiracies and tricks hidden under that monstrous sea of ​​flames. Nanjun must bear the brunt of it, and troubles continue.

I saw Jiang Gan took a step forward, and his figure disappeared in the Xiaoyao courtyard.When he reappeared, he was already on the Xijiang River outside Nanjun City.

There was Qianyuan Palace Lantern hiding his whereabouts, and Jiang Gan stood on the river, but no one noticed his trace.

And not long after Jiang Gan left, a figure holding a concealment talisman quietly appeared in Xiaoyaoyuan, which did not cause any changes in the guardian formation of Taixuanbao Pavilion.

If you observe carefully, you can see that this figure is not someone else, but Pan Yingjun, the head of the Xijiang Sword Sect.

Pan Yingjun patrolled the Xiaoyaoyuan, but found no trace of Jiang Gan, and cursed inwardly for bad luck.

"Damn it, where did he go? Didn't it mean that the kid is temporarily staying in Xiaoyaoyuan, is the information wrong?"

In desperation, Pan Yingjun carefully searched in Taixuanbao Pavilion, but the result was of course futile and fruitless.

Just when Pan Yingjun was about to leave, he sensed a powerful aura descending on the Taixuanbao Pavilion.

He couldn't help but his complexion changed drastically, and he quickly used the secret technique of restraining breath, and combined with the concealment talisman, tried his best to hide his own breath.

Immediately, Pan Yingjun's whole body was like a stone, without the slightest breath wavering out.

At this moment, a burly man walked into the Tai Xuan Treasure Pavilion, Xuan Fei quickly trotted up to greet him, and respectfully said: "Congratulations to Commander Yang!"

That burly man was Yang Wudi who came here on orders, he said loudly: "Tell me, what happened to the theft of the Tai Xuan Treasure Pavilion?"

Hearing Yang Wudi's question, Xuan Fei didn't dare to be negligent, and quickly told what happened and his guesses one by one.

"In this way, this Xijiang Sword Sect is really suspicious! A mere third-rate sect actually provokes the Taixuan Dao Palace, which is a crime that cannot be punished!"

Yang Wudi nodded again and again, seemingly quite convinced by Xuan Fei's speculation.

Hearing Xuan Fei's framing, Pan Yingjun's eyes were tearing apart, his heart was full of murderous intent, and he accidentally revealed a trace of aura.

"Who?"

Yang Wudi's perception is so keen, this trace naturally did not escape his perception, and immediately shouted angrily.

At the same time, the bloody aura filled the air and swept out towards Pan Yingjun's hiding place, causing ripples in the void.

The moment the breath leaked, Pan Yingjun sensed that something was wrong, and his whole figure turned into a stream of light and fled away.

However, under the obstruction of the billowing bloody aura, Pan Yingjun's figure froze slightly and stood still for an instant.

A smile flashed in Yang Wudi's eyes, and he struck out with a palm, and the dragon groaned, and ruthlessly bombarded Pan Yingjun.

Pan Yingjun encountered such an accident, the long sword in his hand was out of the sheath, and the sword energy was continuous, like the rolling West River, bursting out suddenly.

Endless torrents of sword energy gushed out, exuding extreme sharpness that could pierce the void, cold and deep, freezing the soul.

This is Xijiang Sword Intent!

The color of the sword energy is pitch black, and the sword intent is like the rolling West River, rushing forward mightily.

At the juncture of life and death, Pan Yingjun didn't care about hiding his identity, and directly resorted to the kendo combat skills at the bottom of the box.

As soon as this sword intent came out, Pan Yingjun's aura surged, more than three to five times more ferocious, and he faintly had the might of a second-grade Tongxuan Realm powerhouse.

Xijiang Sword Jue, forged with the mighty Xijiang River as its foundation, how powerful it is!

This is the inheritance of the ancient sword fairy, even if it is only a fragment, it still has unimaginable power.

The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms are so majestic and domineering, the mighty breath tore through the sky, and the rolling Xijiang Sword Intent was constantly torn apart and spread in all directions.

Yang Wudi shattered the Xijiang sword intent head-on, and the thick palm prints directly bombarded Pan Yingjun's chest, and the dragon's palm strength raged wildly in his body.

Pan Yingjun spat out a mouthful of blood, and blocked it for a moment with the help of Xijiang Sword Intent, in exchange for a glimmer of life with his seriously injured body.

He directly cast the secret technique of blood escape, and his whole body turned into a bloody sword light, flying away towards the distance.

Seeing this, Yang Wudi had a playful look in his eyes, and followed Pan Yingjun leisurely.

A third-rank martial arts master is the mainstay of any force and will not be easily given up.As long as there is a glimmer of hope, we will definitely do our best to rescue.

Putting a long line and catching big fish, this is Yang Wudi, a martial artist who has escaped low fun!
Soon, Pan Yingjun fled to the vicinity of the Zuixian Tower, and when he saw the Zuixian Tower close at hand, a glint of hope flashed in his eyes.

Suddenly, a small and exquisite flying sword, exuding endless sharpness, penetrated Pan Yingjun's head at an incredible speed, and then disappeared.

This scene happened so fast that before Yang Wudi could react, Pan Yingjun was already dead.

"Murder and kill?"

Yang Wudi muttered to himself with a serious expression.

The third-rank Martial Dao Grandmaster killed as soon as he said it, and the forces involved behind it were definitely not simple, and they were probably not inferior to Taixuan Dao Palace, or even superior.

Yang Wudi took a deep look at the Zuixian Tower not far away, and disappeared with Pan Yingjun's body.

The atmosphere of Zuixian Pavilion on the 36th floor of Zuixian Tower is extremely dignified, and needles can be heard.

"Saint, what did Yang Wudi seem to have discovered?"

He Jiuxiao said tremblingly, a look of panic flashed in the depths of his eyes.

In the 24 states of the Eastern Desolation, Yang Wudi is known as a vicious existence, making countless monsters and ghosts frightened by the news, fearing that they will avoid it!

"Relax, Zuixianlou is guarded by a large array of immortal gods, so why be afraid of mere Yang Wudi?"

He Hongyao's eyes were cold and her tone was indifferent.

"What about the dried ginger?"

He Jiuxiao asked hesitantly.

"Pause the shot, everything will be discussed after the arrival of the Great Elder!"

He Hongyao pondered for a moment, then said slowly.

"Well, the saint is wise!"

He Jiuxiao let out a long breath, and quickly complimented him.

He Hongyao turned around, looking at the surging sea of ​​flames, a haze flashed in her beautiful eyes.

After decades of planning, the White Lotus Sect brought the Xijiang Sword Sect under its command.

It was originally a self-directed and self-acted fire, but with the help of various forces, the entire Xijiang Sword Sect was completely destroyed in one go. I don't know how many disciples of the Xijiang Sword Sect were buried in the flames.

A moment later, Yang Wudi returned to the Taixuanbao Pavilion with Pan Yingjun's body.

"Commander Yang is mighty!"

Looking at Pan Yingjun's body, Xuan Fei shouted excitedly.

A flash of admiration flashed in Yang Wudi's eyes, and he carried Xuan Fei's chubby body and flew out of the city.

"Little Fatty, show me the way, go to the Xijiang Sword Sect!"

Just after leaving the Nanjun city gate, looking at the raging sea of ​​flames, Xuan Fei froze all over, and a look of disbelief flashed in his eyes.

Noticing Xuan Fei's strangeness, Yang Wudi couldn't help asking: "Little Fatty, what's wrong?"

"Where is the residence of the Xijiang Sword Sect?"

Xuan Fei stretched out a finger, pointed in the direction of the sea of ​​fire, and said tremblingly.

Yang Wudi looked up, and couldn't help feeling tense, it doesn't matter if the Xijiang Sword Sect caught fire, but the stolen wealth from the Taixuanbao Pavilion must be returned.

And he, Yang Wudi, made the move himself, so the appearance fee must not be less, otherwise he would be sorry for his status as a grand master of the second level of martial arts at the Tongxuan realm.

Thinking of this, Yang Wudi threw Xuan Fei directly, and his whole body turned into a ray of light and rushed into the sea of ​​flames.

But Xuan Fei was caught off guard, and his whole body fell into the Xijiang River, causing waves of waves.

Even at the last moment, he used the Golden Light Curse to protect his body, but at that terrifying speed, Xuan Fei was still slightly injured.

Seeing Yang Wudi's disappearing figure, Xuan Fei wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face was full of bitterness, wanting to cry but not tears.

But Yang Wudi broke into the center of the sea of ​​flames and saw that the supposedly magnificent building was burned to the ground.

It can be vaguely seen that the spiritual materials used to embellish and decorate the buildings have been forcibly dug away, leaving only ruins.

The wealth accumulated by the Xijiang Sword Sect for thousands of years was also swept away, leaving nothing behind.

It can be said that any valuable things of the Xijiang Sword Sect have been looted long ago.

The more Yang Wudi thought about it, the more angry he was, and he punched out, and the pure Yang Huo Jin melted into the sea of ​​flames, adding three points of power to the raging flames.

After venting for a while, Yang Wudi didn't intend to return to Nanjun, he directly escaped into the void and headed for Taixuan Dao Palace.

The raging flames are getting hotter and hotter, and their power is getting more and more terrifying, and the wide Xijiang River can't stop the fire from spreading.

Jiang Gan could clearly perceive that there were 37 different flame fluctuations in the raging flames.

Naturally, the benefit of being delivered to the door cannot be missed. He slowly took two steps forward, and the Qianyuan Palace Lantern emitted a terrifying devouring power.

Strands of different kinds of flames were gathered and submerged into the Qianyuan Palace Lantern, adding a bit of power to the Xuanhuang Lantern Flame.

After three breaths, the monstrous sea of ​​flames that continued to spread suddenly dropped in momentum, changing from a mixed flame of 37 different kinds of fires to the most ordinary fire.

With a thought, the rolling Xijiang River set off a wave of thousands of feet, sweeping directly towards the sky full of flames.

Wherever the river passed, the raging flames began to go out one after another, leaving only ruins and billowing smoke and dust.

At this moment, in everyone's eyes, Jiang Gan's tiny figure became extremely majestic.

Refining the 37 kinds of strange fires was just incidental, and there was no idea of ​​showing the gods in front of others.

The main reason is that they are too soft-hearted and can't bear to see the people suffer, so they take action to put out the fire.

Jiang Gan's figure walked faster and faster, and soon disappeared.

He left gently, just as he came gently, with a wave of his sleeves, he took away the flames in the sky!

(End of this chapter)