Xuanjian Xianzu

Chapter 1 Soul Refining (12+) (God War, please vote for more)

"Ding…"

In the silence, a clear and loud sound resounded throughout the sky. A golden dot appeared from the void and turned into a small brown and yellow umbrella in mid-air. It was full of spiritual light, painted with golden and green patterns, and floated lightly.

It is Cheng Yan’s [Hundred-roofed Black Stone Umbrella]!
The spiritual umbrella's surface, which was filled with spiritual energy, was already covered with layers of golden threads, which firmly bound each rib of the umbrella. Even if the spiritual weapon kept struggling, it was still difficult to escape.

This is the most wonderful magical power of [Heavy Fire and Two Bright Ceremony] [Xuan]! Unconsciously and suddenly locking away other people's spiritual weapons, as long as the timing is clever, it can even have the huge effect of cutting off a person's arm in an instant!

The spiritual treasure was psychic, and at this moment Cheng Yan was suppressed, so the [Hundred-ridged Black Stone Umbrella] was immediately brought back.

Li Zhouwei's gaze remained on the mountains, with black flames faintly jumping in his golden eyes. Every disciple of Changxiao Sect who lowered his head seemed to make the flames in his eyes more violent.

He simply held his halberd horizontally, with the bright long tip pointing at the fairy mountain under his feet.

At the same time, there was a sound of thunder that gradually roared, and one thousand eight hundred and twenty-one silver-white handleless diamond-shaped long spears emerged together, spreading across the sky. As the spearheads turned, the dark thunder patterns on the spearheads also became brighter.

"Open the formation and kill only the main culprit."

The voice was in a calm tone, but it sounded like a loud thunder in the mountains, making all the cultivators' faces turn pale and their white temples covered with sweat. The people around them either shed tears silently or murmured with lowered brows, but no one dared to say anything more.

Even most of the people stood up, changing their previous indignant expressions, not daring to look at the old leader, and lowered their eyebrows and said:
"Master! Let's start the formation..."

Our own master was suppressed, and our spiritual weapon was taken away! [Thunder Breaking Array Wedge] Once it is broken, there will be a ban, and then we may not be able to escape!

The white-haired man certainly understood what was going on and looked around in extreme fear.

Not only Cheng Yan recognized the [Thunder Breaking Array Wedge], the senior cultivators of Changxiao Sect also saw it clearly. The Qingchi Sect must be behind it... Now that Changxiao is missing and Cheng Yan is ambushed, he is in great danger!

But at this moment, Bai Binzi stood still, lowered his eyebrows and gritted his teeth and said:
"The Great Immortal must have a trump card!"

"Boom!"

One thousand eight hundred and twenty-one silver-white handleless diamond-shaped long blades fell down brazenly!

Different from the previous flash of light and inspiration when "Ye Tian Men" fell, the [Thunder Breaking Array Wedge] was fixed on the array and locked tightly. Silver-white lines began to wander on the array, and violent thunder spread, shaking the mountains immediately.

"Head!"

The voice of pleading suddenly sounded, but the man with white hair remained indifferent, with an unexpectedly cold expression on his face:

"If he enters the battle formation, I will definitely die!"

The thunder in front of the formation was getting stronger and stronger, even causing the magnetic field in the mountain to respond. Dead leaves floated, clothes got tangled, and everyone started to stir. The man with white hair said sternly:
"The Great Immortal has not returned yet, how dare the sect give in!"

But Changxiaomen has never been ruled by him alone. The various peaks have fought with each other, and everyone has their own motives. The reason why people around him listen to him is only because he was appointed by the Immortal. Now that the Immortal has fallen under the power of others, what use is his words?

Even though he shouted loudly, the expressions of the people around him did not change at all. The mountain became dark again, and the thunderstorm jumped above the light. In the commotion, two people looked at each other secretly and shouted:

"Respect the Sect Master's Immortal Order!"

Bai Binzi's face changed, and several hands grabbed his arms. The crowd was already surrounding him and walking towards the hall. Someone even cried,
"Master, you are so righteous! There are more than a hundred people in your clan... We will definitely protect you in front of the real person! Please rest assured!"

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Skyrim.

The bright white Sky Gate shone brilliantly in the darkness, with colorful clouds rolling across it. The brown-yellow magical power under the Sky Gate was struggling desperately, but could not be shaken even a little bit. Every collision only made the bright white scroll bear the consequences on behalf of the Sky Gate, and it just shook slightly on the gate.

Li Zhouwei stood under the magical power, the entire mountain gate under his feet was covered by silver-white thunder. He waited quietly, pinched his fingers on his heart, and breathed in and out black flames casually.

The small umbrella with a brown and yellow base and gold and green interlaced was lying in his palm, shining with the light of Earth. Li Zhouwei estimated it carefully and had an idea in his mind.

This item is considered a mid-range spiritual tool, and is even more powerful in the hands of Wu Earth cultivators. Ming Yang is not close to Wu Earth, so when it comes to his own hands, it is one point worse than when used by a normal cultivator, which is similar to [Going to the Mountains and Seas to Use the Tiger].

"It's a pity that this guy is also a poor guy. The spirit embryo is definitely useless. The only valuable thing is this [Hundred-ridged Mysterious Stone Umbrella]. At least it has some possibility of circulation..."

He was thinking about it, and suddenly raised his eyebrows slightly and said:

"Daoist Qing Hu."

Then a middle-aged man appeared on the side. He was wearing a long-sleeved green shirt, a gourd tied around his waist, and a sword on his back. He looked a little reserved and said hurriedly:
"Congratulations... Congratulations, Your Highness!"

Si Yuanli witnessed the entire fight from the sidelines. Even though he also intervened, he knew that Cheng Yan would not be able to hold on for long. But at this moment he was still scared - Cheng Yan was defeated too quickly.

You have to know that Cheng Yan is cultivating Wu Tu! This Taoist school is said to be flawless, but it is not just a joke. It was cultivated by the former Wu Tu cultivators! This Taoist school has a unique advantage in dealing with immortal cultivators!

Even if his words are shameless, he is still Wu Tu Zi Fu, and what he practices is "Xian Wu Leak". Even if he is not orthodox in the north, most of the Taoist traditions in the East China Sea are tainted with evil, so it is really difficult for ordinary people to take him down!

"I was defeated so easily... If Bai Qilin wants to kill me one day, how long will it take?"

He was horrified and was about to speak, but Li Zhouwei looked at him, raised his eyebrows and said:
"please!"

Si Yuanli quickly put his thoughts aside and nodded in understanding. The two of them changed their figures together and appeared under the gate.

It was extremely hot under the Tianmen, with raging purple flames. The headless body had translucent skin and flesh, and he was holding a brown skull in his arms. Billowing purple flames were flowing on his body, but he was unaware and knelt down in the purple flames.

The vitality of Zifu is extremely tenacious, and Cheng Yan practices Wu Earth, which is a noble Taoist tradition. However, it has fallen to this point and can only struggle under the suppressing and dissipating power of "Yetianmen".

"My Lords...both Lords!"

Cheng Yan's headless body prostrated on the ground, revealing his reddish-pink tendons and a bright white throat. He had completely lost his spirit and was filled with fear. He cried out in sorrow:
"Your Highness... everything was ordered by Chang Xiao. How can I, with my magical powers, have much power in front of him?"

Li Zhouwei pretended not to hear it. He gently raised his hand and picked something out of the flame. It turned out to be a bulging golden storage bag.

'Since Chang Xiao has left the Immortal Sect and is ready to sacrifice this place, there must not be many purple mansion items in the Chang Xiao Sect...some of them are also in Cheng Yan's storage bag.'

According to the previous distribution, this item was to be shared with Si Yuanli. He threw it forward, letting Cheng Yan release the magical power in the storage bag, and lightly snapped his fingers. The item was tied by the light of heaven and hung next to the scroll on the Heavenly Gate to show that it had not moved at all.

Cheng Yan didn't care about too much anymore. He paused for a moment, his tone filled with anger and hatred of regret, and said:

"Chang Xiao... Chang Xiao... I was loyal to him and risked my life for him... He lied to me! But he used me as a token of his loyalty... I and Chang Xiao Sect were nothing more than tools for him to show his stance!"

Cheng Yan was kept in the dark by Chang Xiao and received too much wrong information. He was unaware even when the enemy was at his doorstep. Now, after being under the magical power for a while, he has figured everything out.

"Chang Xiao... Chang Xiao has chosen the north..."

But even though his hatred was as deep as the East Sea, he could no longer care about anything else and could only humbly say:

"Now I have already repented and fallen into your hands... I only ask for my life!"

"Although my cultivation is not high... I am also a Purple Palace... I have no ambitions, and I am willing to guard the area for you... I am willing to be your running dog, serving you at your beck and call..."

He was extremely humble and did not dare to put the head on. He just knelt down with his headless body, pounding his shoulders on the magic power, begging bitterly.

"hehe…"

Si Yuanli watched quietly and sneered.

Li Zhouwei glanced at him with a smile and asked:

"Brother Qing Hu, are you here to plead for him?"

Si Yuanli shook his head and said quietly:

"I just remembered... a story from our clan's history."

"Oh?"

Li Zhouwei glanced at him, and seeing Si Yuanli smiled,
"Back then... there was a sect called [Bi Xuan Men] in the State of Chu, which took in the wandering cultivator Zi Fu Xiang Xiao Zhenren who came from the south, and also worked to defend the area. Unfortunately... the old Zhenren of [Bi Xuan Men] died in the war, so [Bi Xuan Men] changed its master... and the bloodline was still extinct..."

"This [Bi Xuan Men] is also in He Lin. Immortal Xiang Xiao has many descendants. No wonder the He Lin family has a good bloodline! So many geniuses have been born."

His words were too explicit, and hinted at his origins, causing the headless body to stand up. The skull in his arms endured the humiliation and said humbly:
"Your Majesty, your words are strong."

"That means killing."

Li Zhouwei laughed, but his tone was very firm, causing Cheng Yan to grit his teeth and finally curse:

"Sima Yuanli! Your family stole the Chi family's Qingchi, and you dare to talk about usurping the throne!"

Si Yuanli sneered and said casually:
"It's hard to tell the truth behind Qingchi, but the fact that you killed your son-in-law and raped your sister is very clear! Poor those evil creatures, you must be very caring towards them, Chengyan."

Si Yuanli was not afraid of people talking about his usurpation of power, but Cheng Yan's deeds were even more disgraceful. Such a sentence actually stumped Cheng Yan. He was trembling in his magical powers, his chest full of anger, and he could neither look up nor lower his head.

Si Yuanli did not let him go and laughed:

"You are a person who doesn't know what's good for you. If you hadn't committed adultery with your sister and hadn't committed the evil deeds of Tude, I don't think the adults would have ignored you. It's easier to kill the Purple Mansion than to succeed. It's always easy to receive it in the court!"

His words made Li Zhouwei narrow his eyes slightly, but Cheng Yan's heart sank completely. His headless body trembled a few times on the ground, and his eerie voice came out:

"You... one is from a noble family in the north, having served four dynasties, and the other is from the imperial family, Mingyang's favorite. My ancestors were bound by the moral principles established by your ancestors, and there were troubles at any time. Mingyang brothers killed each other, and the noble families took human lives lightly. Your moral principles were ignored. Today... your Li family killed Guangming, and your Si family usurped the throne without guilt. It's just that one of you is surnamed Li and the other is surnamed Si. How is it different from the ancient times?"

"I am just a commoner, and I have died because of what you call moral principles. What can I say?"

Si Yuanli laughed and replied:

"It seems that I was right. In your opinion, your sister's lewdness is the brightest."

Cheng Yan's head grew flesh and blood, his eyes were gleaming, and he gnashed his teeth as he answered:

"Light? I have supernatural powers, but I won't listen to your moral principles. Sima Yuanli, listen to me. You are just a child. Don't think that the moral principles and morality of the world have won. I died because of the current situation, not because of morality. Don't pull up your moral banner. What good is your Sima family?"

Si Yuanli looked at him calmly with a gloomy look, but Li Zhouwei, who was standing beside him, held him down and said with a smile:

“Fellow Daoist Qing Hu, please don’t force him to death. I still want to keep him and see if I can find Chang Xiao’s whereabouts.”

After hearing this, Si Yuanli was slightly stunned, frowned and said nothing. Cheng Yan looked even colder and sneered:

"Chang Xiao is cold-blooded and heartless, why would he care about me?"

Li Zhouwei said calmly:

"I have my own way."

Two magical powers shuttled out, but Si Yuanli still looked puzzled. Li Zhouwei glanced at him, sighed in his heart, and replied:
"My friend is really calculating."

Si Yuanli was slightly embarrassed and shook his head slightly. Li Zhouwei took off the dark golden axe from his waist and replied:

"My Taoist sect doesn't like Wu soil, and we don't need Wu soil. If you really need it, it's fine to leave this piece of fortune here, but... I want the [Hundred-roofed Mysterious Stone Umbrella]."

Even if Li Zhouwei didn't speak up, [Hundred-layered Black Stone Umbrella] would most likely be his, so he took advantage of the situation and did a favor. Si Yuanli nodded repeatedly, without any embarrassment of being exposed, and replied:
"Then I'll trouble you fellow Taoist!"

The young man with golden eyes raised his axe and glanced at the magical power under his feet. [Huayang King's Axe] became bright again after many years. The mysterious patterns trembled and suddenly emitted light!
[Spectroscopy]!
The gate of heaven suddenly lifted up, emitting endless brilliance in an instant. A huge golden light as big as a mountain broke out from the clouds, and it fell down with colorful clouds. Cheng Yan's frightened and angry voice immediately resounded in the night sky:
"Li Zhouwei...you!"

However, the light of Wu Earth, which had been weakened for a long time, seemed extremely fragile under this dazzling brilliance. The light of the long axe paused for a moment, and then suddenly collapsed.

"Boom!"

An even more vast light shone in the rolling thunderstorm, a strong breath rushed up into the sky, all the dark clouds in the sky suddenly dispersed, and a dazzling glow covering a thousand miles emerged!
Countless black lights gathered from one point and quickly spread across the sky. Thick fog spread out, with clouds above and fog below, and black soil sprinkled down like raindrops.

There was a sense of evil on the ground. The earth roared and cracked into one abyss after another. The evil spirits hidden in the ground rose up one by one, gushing out, mixed with gold, stone, fire and earth, and spread on the ground.

The dark flames in Li Zhouwei's eyes grew thicker and thicker, and the glow of the Huayang King Axe in his hand flickered excitedly like breathing.

"The earth was empty and collapsed, with mist above and evil springs below... Cheng Yan was broken."

Si Yuanli lowered his head and said nothing, which was not surprising.

He had discussed this matter with Li Zhouwei a long time ago. Si Yuanli is now a figure of the new dynasty, so there is no possibility of him acting rashly. Even lending the spiritual treasure would involve certain risks. It was only because his relationship with the Li family has been very good in recent years and he coveted the fairy mountain that he borrowed this item.

Si Yuanli was pressing forward with his magical power just now, and it was not a dispute of will, but a deliberate act, just to make Cheng Yan perish on the spot! The glory of Wu Earth fell here, adding more glory to his future mountain gate!
Li Zhouwei could naturally see through his thoughts. With two people here and several spiritual treasures suppressing him, even if Cheng Yan committed suicide, it would not cause much trouble. But his suicide was a small matter and Li Zhouwei could not bear to let him do it!
He had come all the way here with the intention of destroying the mountain and the sect, and used this opportunity to practice the [Jia Zi Soul Refining Halberd Weaponry Technique]. You must know that Chang Xiao Sect was once famous. Although its history is not long, its foundation is very deep and its reputation is also very loud. It is a perfect resource! [Jia Zi Soul Refining Halberd Weaponry Technique] can be tempered by this, and it is no longer a small spell that can only be seen!

He went through so much trouble just to let the world witness Cheng Yan being captured alive by him, and then beheaded before the mountain gate, with the beheading and breaking the mountain overlapping at the same time... If he was allowed to commit suicide, how could there be any good show? It was for this reason that he wanted to appease Cheng Yan and behead him personally!

"What's more... since he is said to have magical skills, maybe I can gain immortal skills after killing him..."

Li Zhouwei stood still in the rolling rays of light, looking at the rising and falling evil spirits and the fleeing beasts in the mountains, but he felt a different meaning in his heart.

He felt that he would have to face off against the Wu Tu monk sooner or later, and he was secretly observing the battle with Cheng Yan, and gained a lot:
'Wu Tu is indeed leak-free, and the upper Yao Fu Guang is still better. As the guest of Ming Yang, Di Qi Guang's power is greatly reduced when it falls on Wu Tu... It is weakened even more! '

Just now, when the opponent used his magical power to receive his [Emperor Qi Guang], Li Zhouwei felt it and was immediately alert, but he knew that timing was important, and he used his magic power to destroy the opponent's magical power at all costs. Fortunately, Cheng Yan had lost his courage... otherwise, as time went on, [Emperor Qi Guang] might not be able to suppress his Wu Earth!

'The Emperor of Wei has been tormented for so many years... Mingyang is definitely damaged, but he has not completely fallen from his position. The damage is internal, not external... This loss is especially reflected in the guest position. If he is really torn down one day... It is true that both the host and the guest are under the influence of the Wu Earth's rays of light.'

As he was thinking, he heard the spiritual power fluctuations in the world, and there was a faint loud noise. The black flame in his body suddenly surged, and he knew that the Changxiao Sect below could not hold on. Sure enough, he heard Si Yuanli say:

"what?"

He glanced at it, raised his hand slightly, and [Thunder Breaking Array Wedge] turned into silver light again and fell back into his hand. He said congratulatoryly:
"Congratulations, Your Highness!"

"Congratulations, fellow Taoist."

Li Zhouwei closed his eyes slightly, but was not in a hurry to land. Black flames were raging on his body. He exhaled deeply, feeling the feedback of [Jia Zi Soul Halberd Refining Technique], held up [Da Sheng], and threw it lightly.

The long spear was suspended above the mountain gate, spewing out black flames. It then penetrated into the void, slowly fell, and landed at the Changxiao Mountain Gate.

A violent thunderstorm filled the air, and the silver light on Changxiao Mountain finally fell slowly, revealing this spiritual mountain. The originally colorful, noble and elegant fairy towers seemed to be covered with a layer of hazy dust. The monks in the attics and on the stairs either knelt in fear, not daring to move, or rode the wind and tried to escape. Some even held up magic weapons and fought with the Li family monks who fell from the sky.

The four golden characters "Xi Yi Chang Xiao" that were originally shining on the Jade Gate at the foot of the mountain are now dim. The young man with golden eyes stopped in front of the gate, and billowing black flames immediately appeared out of thin air, spreading rapidly along the stairs.

He walked up the mountain step by step. Wherever he passed, the sky was scorching and black flames rose. Although the trees were intact, the buildings collapsed one after another. The monks who were still resisting stubbornly were attached to the black flames one after another, and exploded like talismans.

Rows of soldiers in white robes marched in, passing through the many steps and attics in an orderly manner, and escorted the pale-faced and bewildered disciples of the Changxiao Sect. The only sounds in the mountains were the clashing of armor and low weeping.

By the time the young man reached the top of the mountain, the entire mountain gate, which was in ruins, had been pacified. Invisible black flames were billowing into the sky. Li Minggong stood quietly beside him, looking coldly at the people on the top of the mountain.

"Greetings, my lord!"

There was still some chaos on the top of the mountain, but the Changxiao Sect monk who opened the formation had initially controlled the situation. The man with white hair was pinned down by two monks at the peak of the foundation building stage and knelt down at his feet. The man in black clothes on the side did not dare to look at him, but knelt down and moved forward respectfully, saying:
"My Lord... the chief villain of Changxiao Sect, Bai Binzi, is here!"

Li Zhouwei's eyes fell on him and he recognized the old man at a glance. He glanced around and before he could speak, the man in black clothes immediately raised his eyebrows, ordered someone to push open the hall behind him, and said hurriedly:
"The white-haired man's family... is in the county. His disciples who practiced in the mountains are all here!"

Then he saw five monks tied up in the hall, all of whose six senses had been sealed. They were lying on the ground like five corpses, being dragged forward and thrown to the ground.

"Helin County has already joined the righteous path, and he also has relatives in the county. Please give me a chance to identify them one by one, and make sure to kill them all and bring the evildoer to justice!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the man with white hair began to sob uncontrollably, and raised his head with angry eyes, only to meet those golden eyes. Before he could finish his curse, black flames gushed out from his ears and nose, burning him to the ground, his whole body covered in charred fireworks, but he was kept alive by the magical power, and could not die.

In an instant, the whole mountain was filled with his miserable howling. Everyone lowered their brows in horror. The crackling of the flames seemed to be louder. The immortal said calmly:

"besides."

When he was besieged in Xianhu Lake, there were six people in total. Yu Nanzi was killed by him, and Zhuang Daoren was just killed by him in the market town. Baibinzi is here, and there are three left.

But the man in black clothes had already thought about it. He immediately dragged an old man out of the crowd and threw him in front of him. The man in black clothes did not dare to look up at him and said hurriedly:

"Sir, there were three people that day. One of them was killed overseas, one died while trying to reach the Purple Mansion, and only this old guy is left, unable to make any progress... and still surviving here!"

The old man's eyes were filled with despair. Before he could speak, the immortal in front of him gently opened his lips and blew out a breath of purple flame, blowing the old man to ashes. The immortal then stepped forward amid the screams of the white-haired man, looked at Li Minggong beside him, and said in a hoarse voice:

"That day I borrowed the precious sword of my ancestors, but I couldn't kill them with the sword. It was really disrespectful. I will send this white-haired man back to the lake and kill him in front of the sword to sacrifice to the spirit of my ancestors."

"Yes!"

Li Minggong bowed and nodded, with a hint of joy on his face, but there was still some disbelief and horror in his eyes, and he didn't dare to look him in the face.

Li Zhouwei turned his gaze to the man in black clothes.

The man in black clothes immediately kowtowed, tears streaming down his face, and said respectfully:
"My Lord... My Lord... I am originally from Jingchuan... Wu Fan. I was brought here to practice when I was young. I have also heard of your great reputation!"

He raised his hands and took out a white-grey token, about one foot long, with a pattern of clouds and mist engraved on it. He shouted:
"This is the secret order of the head of Changxiao Sect... a treasure for preaching, presented to you, my Lord!"

He was terrified, yet his chest was filled with greedy joy. He just felt his palms go empty, and he didn't hear any sound for a long time. He raised his head slightly.

The person in front of him was standing in the surging black flames. It seemed like an illusion. This adult was taller than when he came. He stood in front of him like a giant statue, looking down at him with a face full of golden lines. Wu Fan was lying on the ground, and it seemed that he could not reach the other person's knees.

The pair of golden eyes narrowed, and the dark flames in them were raging. The claw-like hands gradually tightened, and powdery silver light flowed from between the fingers, casting a shadow that covered everyone:

"Where are the spiritual treasures and Taoist treasures in the sect?"

Main characters in this chapter
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Li Zhouwei [Early Purple Mansion]

Si Yuanli [Early Purple Mansion Period]

Cheng ○ Yan [Early Purple Mansion Period]

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