Xuanjian Xianzu

Chapter 1072 Falling to Earth
The void was shaking, and the colors of blue and black were intertwined.

Since Dayuan Guangyin Mountain was loved by the practitioners of Dayang Mountain, it has become completely different. Countless temples have been built on the mountain. The most famous Boring Peak, which points to the sky like a knife, has been carved with countless Maha Dharma images, looking down at the earth mercilessly from a high place.

Countless monks in Zen robes were praying with their hands together on the mountain, their expressions solemn and dignified. There was also a huge golden figure gathered in one place, whispering:

"I heard... Yang Ruiyi has reached the heart of Duxian..."

"Isn't Lord Guangchan blocking him there?"

The one who said this was a white-skinned creature the size of a house. It looked ferocious and had a very powerful aura. The creature on the other side smiled:

"You overestimate him, and you underestimate the exiled Qi. I don't think you can stop him."

"I may not really block it!"

Several people were whispering to each other, and it was obvious that they had a certain understanding of the situation and were still frightened:
"Do you still dare? The Five Eyes are still being cooked in Dayangshan's copper pot... Dayangshan's determination this time cannot be neglected!"

A few people were whispering to each other when the light on the ceiling suddenly dimmed. The pitiful man raised his head in horror and stood there in a daze.

A dark blue light was wandering freely in the sky, splitting the pitch-black void. A huge bronze imperial throne was moving in the air, as if there were thousands of ghosts following it, creating an eerie atmosphere!
This palace was not bigger than any of the golden bodies, but it made the heaven and earth pale in comparison and shocked everything. The pitch-black curtain was slowly opened, and a man in black clothes walked down the steps, staring quietly below.

It was the missing Yang Ruiyi!
The man stood with his hands folded, carefully sensing the changes in the void, counting with his fingers, and understood clearly in his mind:
"The people of Lotus Temple followed the disloyalty of their master, Lian Shi Yi Xiang, and refused to serve Dayang Mountain. Zhang Yun is also a double-minded person, so he will not ruin things. It's all in the past."

Without a moment's delay, he pulled something out of the hall. It turned out to be a tiny calf, with no fur on its body and covered in mud. However, it looked like a living creature, and it followed him with trembling legs.

"Although Qi Lanyan is a petty coward, he got the chance of Tiansu. He should know the situation well. But how can we know that Tiansu is not good at calculation? Even Tiansu has fallen into the exiled Qi. What can those people who have been affected by Tiansu do?"

Then he lowered his brows, looked a little colder, and stepped onto the mountains!

"Even if I understand it, how can I change it?"

He suddenly let go of the rope, and the clay cow immediately fell into the mountains like a bird with broken wings, and countless strong winds blew up.

The wind was greyish white in color, tangled and entangled, as if it was blowing out from a bottomless abyss. It was as thick as snow, causing the void to constantly fluctuate, gradually breaking apart and causing the few pitiful people who had just stepped into the void to fall out together.

‘It’s over! ’

The light pink light on the mountain suddenly lit up, it was the mountain protection formation here!

But amid the panic-stricken looks of the cultivators, the solitary black object that fell down was not blocked at all and floated down.

This pink glow is ridiculously fragile. It’s more like non-existent than like window paper!

Buddhist practitioners usually hide in the Buddhist land to practice. They have neither the need nor the ability to set up a formation. There is some research on setting up a formation to guide the Buddhist land, but setting up a formation is pure mess. How can they have the magical powers of immortal practitioners to protect the Taoist tradition of Purple Mansion!
The pitiful crowd was as if they had seen a ghost; no one made any effort to resist. They all ran away, desperately escaping in all directions. However, in Taixu, all they could hear was a clear and crisp sound that echoed in everyone's ears.

"Boom!"

A long, sky-high roar of a cow's mooing sound came continuously, and the place where the mud cow landed first showed a little brown and yellow, and then spread across the entire mountain range like a storm!
The statues carved as reliefs in the mountains quickly became blurred, collapsed into rolling mud, and all the buildings turned into ochre-colored bricks and mud. The running, kneeling, and wailing Buddhist monks solidified in place and turned into mud statues one after another, which quickly blurred their shapes and scattered into fertile soil.

In the midst of chaos and collapse, the white-bodied Lianmin felt a terrifying aura coming from behind him and was confused.

This unknown spiritual object that fell down locked him in place, making him unable to move, and at the same time blocked him from the void... Even though this kind of power couldn't kill him easily, he would probably be dead when Yang Ruiyi fell.

This compassion froze in place for a moment, his mind going blank.

"How could Yang Ruiyi be here?"

"Why are you here?"

He really couldn't understand what the Song general did - the Great Yuan Guangyin Mountain was indeed empty at the moment, but so what? Kill the two or three people who stayed in the mountain to guard it and a group of monks who had little cultivation at all to vent his anger?

"Many of the Great Song Immortals are in Shanji. He can kill us, then what? The people of Western Shu are in Longdi. The Jinyu Sect is heading towards Shudi, sitting on the mountain and watching the tigers fight. Facing the many Maha and even Zhixuan monks who have rushed back, what can he do alone to defend? Can Guangchan stop Li Ximing and his ilk alone? Will he still retreat in vain?"

"Is it just to vent your anger?"

"Boom!"

He had no time to think. This sacred mountain that had suffered so much was slowly rising up while trembling. The originally low parts kept rising and turned into hills. The boundless magnetic force that had always flowed between the mountains stopped moving. The whole mountain was eclipsed. The magnetic force in every inch of the earth veins began to tremble. The rolling air currents moved, and streams of golden evil actually emerged from the cracks in the rocks.

The rolling golden evil rushed towards the sky and turned into misty white fog. Yang Ruiyi was still standing in front of the bronze throne with his back to the Dayuan Guangyin Mountain, which looked like hell on earth.

The great general of the Song Dynasty did not go down to get rid of the pity that was unable to move in the light of Xuantu, but stood quietly on the palace, put his hands on the bronze door and pushed it gently.

"crunch..."

The old door opened in an instant, and the white mist floating in the sky and earth rushed into the hall desperately, forming a terrifying vortex in the sky and earth. The white dew condensed by the golden evil quickly slid down the bronze on the hall. Yang Ruiyi stood quietly in front of the hall door with an inexplicable expression.

……

Moon Lake.

The sky was dim, and a thick purple light was lingering between heaven and earth. Indigo and blue flames were rising in the air. The colors of [Boundless Water and Fire] stretched across heaven and earth, burning the exquisite pagoda above and making it creak.

Li Ximing stood in the air with a pale face. The light golden wounds all over his body emitted a faint glow. The magical powers in his body rose and fell like the tide, and the light in his hands was shining brightly.

He silently tightened his sleeves, coughed, and began to estimate.

"Thanks to [Purple Seat Muling Pavilion]..."

Although Tinglan saved him from danger, it would be a pity if he really had to care about it - Guangchan had already made two preparations when he drove out Baichan, and while Li Ximing had no time to take care of other things, his real body had already taken the opportunity to push through the gate and escape from under the [Huaijiang Map].

"If you had come a stick of incense earlier... [Purple Seat Muling Pavilion] and [Huaijiang Map] combined, Guangchan would have been suppressed! Now Sima Yuanli can't hold on any longer..."

Even though he failed in this move, Tinglan and he worked together, with the [Shangxiang Pot] and [Purple Seat Muling Pavilion], they were still at a disadvantage against this man. And that pagoda was not an ordinary object either. The damage to Li Ximing's body was like a thorn in his flesh. If it weren't for the fact that his spirit and body had absorbed 30% of the damage, Li Ximing's situation would have been even more embarrassing.

This really made Li Ximing suspicious:

"How did Guangchan become so powerful?"

Tinglan was not surprised at all. She just picked up the gray-white [Shangxiang Pot] silently and used [Wuzhang Water and Fire] to interfere with the light of the earth. Seeing that Li Ximing looked uneasy, she hurriedly said:
"Zhao Jing, be careful. Guangchan is the master of the Golden Land and is not easy to deal with..."

Li Ximing endured the magic damage on his body and cast a suspicious look. Tinglan gritted his teeth and said:

"He doesn't dare to take away [Purple Seat Muling Pavilion], you should be careful, don't let his magic take it away..."

Two people stood under the Dharma light, with a huge human head suspended in the air and its black mouth wide open. A white cicada with bared fangs and claws had jumped out of the mouth and lay on the face, casting a huge shadow on the ground. The white articulations of its six limbs trembled slightly, and its compound eyes were bright.

The purple palace on the ceiling was shining with light, and five colorful purple clouds of varying depths were circling around the purple palace and falling one by one. The white cicada flapped its wings several times, but the purple qi took away its energy and magical powers one by one, making it difficult to rise.

The white cicada had the sun above its head, but was suppressed by the purple pavilion, looking very aggrieved. Guang Chan's pupils hidden under its wings gradually became gloomy and full of coldness.

"[Purple Seat Muling Pavilion]... is Na Tinglan from the Purple Smoke Blessed Land..."

Guang Chan knew the reputation of [Purple Seat Muling Pavilion]. Most of the cultivators in Ziyan Blessed Land were not good at fighting, but in the past, this thing suppressed all the demons in Ziyu's hands, which was really terrifying!
'Although this female cultivator is not even a hair's breadth away from Zi Yu, the [Purple Seat Muling Pavilion] has been completely transformed after Zi Yu's refining and sealing technique. Who knows, there might be some hidden cards in there!'

His mood became increasingly gloomy, and he almost hated it:

"Qingji Fang... is strong on the outside but weak on the inside, talks a lot but takes little action, is mean and ungrateful, shameless and makes no promises. Tuoba Lan's words are absolutely right. How could he have the courage to attack the Song Kingdom? Of course, he let this female cultivator go!"

Even though he knew that Qingji was just talking nonsense, Guangchan couldn't help but feel a little disappointed at this moment, and thought secretly:
"If we continue to fight... it might still be worth it..."

The white cicada moved its scaly wings restlessly, revealing its master's hesitation, and the fierce look in Guang Chan's golden eyes became more and more intense.

"I have the [Precious Tooth and Golden Land] in my possession. If I must kill Li Ximing, I can sacrifice the Golden Land. It is not impossible. I am even 90% sure... But if I do so, the sacrifice will be too great. Not only will the Precious Tooth be lost, there will definitely be a big commotion... and I will definitely offend the underworld."

Guang Chan understood that the South might not care about Li Ximing's life or death, but the battle between the North and the South was in a fragile balance. The consequence of using the precious tooth to eliminate Li Ximing would not just be the elimination of an early Purple Mansion cultivator, but the fall of the entire Tingzhou!

What's even more difficult is that if Li Zhouwei ignores his injuries and comes out early to save Li Ximing, all the price he has paid for Guangchan will be wasted and become a blade for others to test... This is the real reason for his hesitation!

"Everyone in the Dharma Realm is watching my mistakes. Is this worth it? Although I have taken advantage of the opportunity, I have to sacrifice a golden land, but I can't be a pawn."

He became more and more gloomy in his heart. Before he made a decision, he was slightly stunned. He lifted his sleeves and saw the jade bracelet on his wrist shining slightly. His heart was pounding:
"Dayuan Guangyin Mountain?"

'How can it be? ! ’

Guang Chan felt a chill rushing to his mind, and was secretly horrified:

'Trouble! '

Behind Guangchan is the Damu Dharma Realm, which is now the [Dayang Mountain] that is involved in the affairs of Jiangbei... It is precisely because of this that Guangchan can ignore Qi Lanyan's orders and head south on his own!

Testing Wei Nie was in the interests of Dayang Mountain. Even if Yang Ruiyi defeated Jiangbei and surrounded Zhixuanxie, Dayang Mountain would watch the fun silently, punish him hypocritically, and protect him leisurely.

But something happened at Dayuan Guangyin Mountain, and the ones who were there to watch the fun were Zhi Xuanxie and Qi Lanyan!
"How did we get to Dayuan Guangyin Mountain!"

Guangchan was born in the Dharma Realm, how could he not know what those two people on top of Dayang Mountain were! Those guys were used to being the superiors. Even if going south was in the interests of Dayang Mountain and it was a tacit agreement, if something happened in Dayuan Guangyin Mountain, they would be angry and pretend to be deaf and dumb, and he would still throw him out to take the blame!
The huge white cicada immediately flapped its wings, and the golden human head of Guang Chan, which was as big as a mountain, roared, its cultivation was weakened, and golden blood was shining from its mouth. Colorful air appeared on the sky, and huge temples emerged one by one, smashing towards the [Purple Seat Muling Pavilion] and the [Yetian Gate]!
"Boom!"

Tinglan's face turned pale, and she raised her magic formula. The five purple lights in the pavilion gathered together, forcibly stabilizing the spiritual treasure. However, Li Ximing felt much worse, and blood could be seen faintly in his mouth. However, he did not relax at all. He immediately raised his hand and whispered:

"He's leaving!"

Tinglan panted and nodded, then turned sideways and said:
"Don't try to stop him..."

Li Ximing actually had no ability to stop him. The [Split Spirit Body] in his sleeve kept shaking and had reached its limit. There might not be much benefit in holding him back, and the treasure might even be destroyed.

He simply swallowed the blood in his mouth, watching the colorful light gradually dissipate from the sky and disappear from his eyes. He clenched his teeth, his mind in a trance:
"I wonder how long it will take for Moon Lake to be visited by them..."

He floated down from the attic silently. Sima Yuanli had already rolled up his robe and came over. Without the protection of the Huai River Map, he had a hard time holding on. Half of his face was covered in fire, revealing charred flesh and snow-white bones. There were six neatly arranged holes on his neck, with smoke coming out of them.

Li Ximing cupped his hands and took out a magic pill from his sleeve and gave it to him. Sima Yuanli hurriedly took it without saying a word. He just poured water from the green gourd and carefully put out the fire on his face.

He temporarily stabilized the injuries on his face, then gritted his teeth and said:
"I hope Zhao Jing will not forget Lord Yang's instructions!"

Li Ximing was speechless for a moment. He stood there for a short moment, then turned to look at Tinglan. The purple-clothed woman was not surprised. She bowed to him with a complicated expression:

"Tinglan has received the order, let's head north together!"

Li Ximing was speechless for a moment, and said in disbelief:

"My Lord, you are so confident about the Western Front that you didn't even leave a single person behind!"

Sima Yuanli shook his head and replied:
"Don't worry, Zhao Jing. The general has promised... Once you see Guangchan retreating, head north immediately. After all, the master of the desert is the Jinyi sect. Xishu will never invade!"

Sima Yuanli obviously didn't know the reason, and still hesitated to say this, and whispered urgently:
"There is a large formation here - the opportunity in the north must not be wasted!"

Li Ximing was actually not reluctant to go north, but he was a little uneasy because there was no one guarding the lake. However, he had already promised others and could not miss the opportunity. Secondly, he still trusted the Yang family, so he had to order the [Zhao Guang Xuan Zi Great Array], and watching the purple light rumbling under his feet, he said decisively:

"go!"

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

Sima Yuanli [Early Purple Mansion Period]

Guang○Cicada【Damu Dharma Realm】【Wei Li】【Baoya Jinbian】

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