Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 492 I don’t know how high the sky is and how high it is
Taking the paper and flipping through it, Xu Yuanzhang smiled as if he had expected it, and said, "The Deyi Clan has created momentum and is waiting for me to go and 'challenge' them. This saves me a lot of nonsense. Fengwu, go and help me hold the fort. We may have to face Nanyuhe later."

He wanted to capture a sect on his own.

The nephew and Gu Yunzhu planted several insiders in Deyi Sect through bribery and coercion.

He got a lot of valuable information, which enabled him to know himself and the enemy in advance.

Yu Fengwu nodded silently. Her future opponent would be Nan Yuhe.

The last time she suffered a great loss and nearly lost her life, she realized that her attack was extremely sharp, but her soul protection was insufficient. She learned from her mistakes and was thinking of ways to make up for her shortcomings.

Gu Yunzhu smiled and said, "I will call the two great elders Ji Wangshu and Bai Yu to go together to support the battle."

Xu Shengtian couldn't leave the sect, so he believed in his uncle's ability. He handed the bag containing the four corpses of Yu Zhengyang and others to his uncle, and said with regret, "It's a pity that I can't go and cheer for my uncle."

Taking advantage of the fact that his uncle was about to "challenge" Deyi Sect, he and Yunzhu had long talks with two elders of Qingyao Mountain, and reached a consensus on rectifying the sect's atmosphere. They acted swiftly and decisively, and cleared out more than a hundred spies and half-hearted people.

The more than one thousand monks who stayed in Qingyao Mountain were determined to share the joys and sorrows and perform their respective duties.

Xu Yuanchang took the bag and said with a smile: "You can't stay idle at home, prepare a celebration banquet."

We chatted for a while and got to know the current situation of Qingyao Mountain.

This time he challenged alone, not only to avenge Yu Fengwu, but also to slap Nan Yuhe and Yu Wusheng in the face, and to use several people of the same level as whetstones to test the results of his practice.

Ten days later, Xu Yuanchang suddenly appeared above the gate of Deyi Sect and smashed it down with a stick.

"Bang!" The mountain gate archway, which was built only twenty years ago, collapsed with a sudden flash of light.

Dust was flying and mud was rolling. The monks guarding the mountain gate were affected and were smashed to pieces by stones carried by the violent wind. They fled into the mountain gate howling like ghosts.

"Hey, just watch Xu Yuanchang come and destroy the ancestral hall of a sect. All those who are irrelevant should get out!"

Xu Yuanchang shouted loudly and looked down from above at the defense formation that was being strengthened step by step, observing the flaws and nodes. He did not rush into the mountain gate directly, as the sky was his intended main battlefield.

The rumbling sound could be heard thousands of miles away.

As soon as the main peak of a sect sounded the alarm, thousands of cultivators on various hilltops, under the shouts of the cultivators of the sixth and seventh heavens, formed formations of different sizes, and all kinds of magic weapons rose into the air, flashing colorful brilliance.

Xu Yuanchang had read the information collected by Qing Yaoshan and knew that the formations arranged below were called "Curse God", "Trap God" and "Chaos God" formations, which together were known as the "Hunyuan Three Gods Formation", a very powerful formation.

He deliberately stayed in Qingyao Mountain for ten more days to discuss countermeasures with Gu Yunzhu.

Several late-coming Eighth Heaven cultivators rushed out from below. The old man in the lead was dressed in a purple star-shaped robe. He pointed angrily at the green-robed Taoist priest who had retreated thirty miles away and shouted, "Master Xu Yuan, don't be so presumptuous. Deyi Sect is not a place where you can come and go as you please."

"Haha, you old bastard, are you scared?"

Xu Yuanchang had an arrogant look on his face, pointing at the three people in front of him with his finger: "Qin Xiao, You Ganquan, Yue Yuanxi, you shameless villains, didn't you betray your master and defected from Qingyao Mountain to join Qingliang Mountain? Why, they are willing to give up their jobs and you have no other choice but to join Deyi Sect? You are the slaves of three surnames and the dogs that have lost their homes..."

He ignored the last mysterious woman shrouded in black robes.

He deliberately exposed the scars of the three people in front of them and mocked them mercilessly, which made the three people on the opposite side furious.

He knew that the other party wanted to delay time so that the Hunyuan Three Gods Formation below could be fully prepared.

"Bullshit! Xu, give me your life!"

"Shut up!"

"kill him!"

This was intolerable. The three men flew into a rage and launched a sudden attack.

The purple-robed old man in the middle threw out several beads, rays of light exploded in the sky, and thousands of white lights fell from the sky.

At the same time, the middle-aged man on the left silently chanted a magic spell, and black air ripples surrounded from all sides, trying to limit the speed of the Taoist priest thirty miles away.

The figure of the young monk on the right flashed and disappeared mysteriously.

They heard that the Taoist priest was very powerful, and the order they received was to kill him without mercy and to only allow victory but not defeat.

Living under someone else's roof and being pushed out as a scapegoat made them miss the benefits they had in Qingyao Mountain in the past, but the arrow has been shot and there is no turning back, they have no choice but to go down the road to the end.

A mixture of majestic chanting of divine spells came from below.

Various magical weapons rose out of the mountain gate formation, circling and emitting magical waves.

The short stick in Xu Yuanchang's hand turned into a stick sword and slashed at the surrounding black air ripples. "Swish", the pressure and stickiness were immediately released. When the white light shot out, he took a step forward, as if strolling in the garden, and just walked outside the black air ripples.

"Fire!"

Following his soft drink.

More than ten miles behind him, a red flame suddenly rose into the sky.

The young monk who was so proud of his ability to hide himself and advance alone was burned until his figure was revealed. Even though he used his ice and water magic, he could not put out the ball of fire which was more than ten feet in size.

"Help me, there's something strange about this fire."

The young monk was in a boundless sea of ​​fire, rushing left and right, and could not find a way out.

The magic power was rapidly consumed, and countless huge shadows appeared before his eyes.

He tried his best to activate the treasure's protection, driving the cold light to shoot in all directions, and shouted for help.

The sound was faint and seemed extremely unreal.

What the young monk didn't know was that his other two companions were enveloped by the magical power of "growing trees without roots" that Xu Yuanchang casually performed.

There were monks from the Deyi Sect who were arranged in various formations on the hills, chanting different spells. More than twenty seventh-level monks were changing the spells in their hands. However, before they could launch the first wave of attack together, green flames spread among the crowd.

The extreme cold spread, and the mountain top was instantly covered with ice crystals.

Before many monks could react, they turned into ice sculptures and froze in place. Hundreds of sixth-level monks screamed in panic and fear and flew into the sky, desperately casting spells to try to extinguish the Yin Fire on their bodies and stop the frost from spreading from under their feet upwards.

More than twenty seventh-level cultivators were also covered in the faint green flame.

Everyone was in a panic, and someone shouted, "It's the eighth-level Yin Fire, rush out!"

Except for one person who escaped from the mountain gate formation, the other cultivators who were contaminated by the Yin Fire were spinning in place like headless flies. Before they could hold on for a few breaths, they turned into ice sculptures one after another, falling from the sky and smashing into ice crystals on the ground.

The only one who escaped was a woman in black, her face was pale and bloodless.

She saw that more than ten miles away, Uncle Qin and Uncle You were already busy with their own business, trapped in a shadowy forest of trees, chopping trees frantically, burning them with fire, and destroying them with gold magic. However, they were getting deeper and deeper into trouble. From further away, she heard Yue Yuanxi's screams of "Help!"

The woman in black was terrified and turned around to flee in the opposite direction. Suddenly, a faint fire emerged from her body.

A green, furry little animal flew out from her sleeve with a "whoosh" and disappeared into the air in the blink of an eye.

The woman in black struggled for a moment and then froze into an ice sculpture, tumbling down.

On a mountaintop three hundred miles away, Yu Fengwu, Gu Yunzhu and two other men and women witnessed a one-sided battle in one sect. More than two thousand cultivators were slaughtered by a Yin Fire Spirit before they could play any role.

"I guess the sect master smashed the sect gate with a stick, and taking advantage of the chaos, he had the Yin Fire Spirit hide in the sleeve of the monk on duty, sneak in, and wait for the disciples to set up the formation so that he could catch them all in one fell swoop." "That should be the case. The sect master discussed with me many plans to deal with the 'Hunyuan Three Gods Formation', and later he said that there was no need to go through so much trouble, and all we needed to do was know how to break it."

Gu Yunzhu and Yu Fengwu communicated via telepathy.

They did not think there was anything wrong in massacring an entire sect's disciples. Under an avalanche, no snowflake was innocent.

More than 3,000 monks from the Five Peaks were expelled that year, and more than 1,000 monks chose to disperse for various reasons and did not hang out with Yu Zhengyang and others, thus getting a chance to survive.

The only two remaining elders of Qingyao Mountain were also communicating through telepathy, their hearts filled with shock.

With just a few moves, Xu Yuanchang trapped three opponents of the same level.

They thought they would be fighting for a long time, and would engage in thrilling and twisting fights with each other.

This is too fast, it's a one-sided crush.

"Dang", a flying sword suddenly appeared from the void and hit a sudden cold light. The flying sword turned flexibly like a fish and disappeared again.

Xu Yuanchang let the stick sword float in front of him. A bronze tablet appeared in his hand. He ignored the assassination attempt by the elusive swordsman woman and wrote and drew on the tablet with his right hand.

The Windless Sword appears and disappears from time to time, helping him intercept the endless assassination methods of the female swordsman.

After the two characters "神" were completed, Xu Yuanchang pulled and flicked the stele with his fingers, and two transparent "神箬" forbidden mountains appeared on both sides, and the spots of light dissipated in the air.

The black-robed swordswoman screamed in anger and struggled to reveal herself thirty miles behind.

There were streaks of cold sword light piercing the invisible forbidden mountain.

Three-colored flames rose up.

"You... let me go quickly, I am Yun Gaolan, the Grand Elder of 'Qi Jianfeng' of Qingliang Mountain..."

The woman in black robe saw that everything was in vain. The Taoist's methods were extremely strange. She couldn't break free for a while. She saw monks and Shinto monks coming from a distance and screamed and announced their names.

She wanted to make the other party afraid to do anything to her.

In a critical moment, of course, life and property are more important.

I can’t take care of the sect’s mission for the time being.

Xu Yuanchang smiled coldly. The Heaven-Suppressing Stele was indeed a semi-immortal weapon. It was easy to deal with people of the same level. He deliberately let the woman struggle for a while, hoping to make up for the deficiency of the "Shen-Suppressing" talisman. Seeing that the female swordsman was ignorant, he shouted it out to everyone without caring about his face.

With a wave of his finger, he instantly moved another vacant "God-suppressing" restriction to the woman.

Under the double pressure, the woman was like a bug trapped in amber, unable to move.

His mind moved, and he pointed his finger towards the Heavenly Stele.

In the blink of an eye, the woman was put into the bronze tablet space to accompany Gu Du, who never saw the sun.

He found that ever since he was severely damaged by the divine thunder tribulation by Old Monk Tongyuan, he had become more and more adept at using his soul to activate the restrictions of the Heavenly Stele, and his skills were endless.

It is true that one can benefit greatly from associating with masters.

He stretched out his hand, grasped the stick and sword, and stabbed at random thirty miles away.

"Puff", the purple-robed old man who thought he had escaped from the endless forest was pierced in the chest. He lowered his head to look at the brown stick sword that came from somewhere, and flames came out of his mouth.

He wanted to beg for mercy and wanted his remaining soul to escape, but it was too late.

Xu Yuanchang waved his hand to take back the stick and sword together with the corpse of the purple-robed old man, and threw the corpse into the space. He did the same thing to the middle-aged man who escaped from the forest. He thought this "challenge" was too complicated.

Before he knew it, he had reached the top of his level.

Several monks and Shinto priests who came upon hearing the noise were surprised and fearful when they saw the Taoist priest easily imprison Yun Gaolan and deal with Qin Xiao, You Ganquan and Yue Yuanxi who was trapped in the flames as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.

They stopped in the air three hundred miles away and naturally saw the people from Qingyao Mountain standing on the top of a distant mountain.

The much-talked-about challenge ended easily in a one-sided situation.

Yu Fengwu looked at the new sword moves used by the Sect Master, and murmured thoughtfully, "Next time I will learn sword skills from the Sect Master. He has hidden his skills and actually mastered such an incredible killing move."

She could see the mystery of the "Dongxu Sword".

I was excited to see the prey and wanted to learn from him openly through a competition.

Gu Yunzhu sent a message to the sect leader: "Nan Yuhe is coming from the north."

She used the power of the stars to make a large-scale early warning arrangement in the sky above the route that Nanyu River must take.

There were some fluctuations in the air, and then Nan Yuhe showed up with an unpleasant look on his face. He glanced at Deyi Sect, which had turned into a world of ice and snow with many statues, and fiercely stared at the Taoist priest who was sitting at ease dozens of miles away, and shouted, "Release Yun Gaolan."

In my heart, I cursed all those idiots.

What a disgrace. It took ten years to build and it's now vulnerable.

He really couldn't find any reason to make trouble.

"Hello, fellow Daoist Nan. May I know who Yun Gaolan is?"

Xu Yuan asked loudly, and perfunctorily saluted with his fists, and the flames in the air disappeared.

He had shown his incompatibility with Nan Yuhe vividly, so there was no need to address him as a senior.

"you wanna die!"

Nan Yuhe was furious. He swung his hand and sent out a divine force. The invisible pressure instantly acted on Xu Yuanchang who was dozens of miles away. With a flash of white light, Xu Yuanchang exploded.

"Friend Nan, are you not going to reason with me?"

Xu Yuanchang appeared about twenty miles away with a mocking smile on his face.

He no longer had much interest in fighting with people of the same level, and being able to trade a few moves with Nan Yuhe was exactly what he wanted.

Compared with the horror of Old Monk Tongyuan, he felt murderous intent from Nan Yuhe, but without that kind of heart-pounding crisis. He was eager to try, even if he was beaten passively, it was worth it to be a little embarrassed.

"Huh, I don't know how high the sky is."

Nan Yuhe knew that the eighth-level illusionist was very difficult to deal with, so he once again unleashed a ray of divine power.

Because of his status, he was reluctant to use magic weapons to deal with a junior, for fear of being laughed at by other old guys.

He used the invisible divine spell and the original poison. The boy was too arrogant. If he accidentally got involved in it and lost his life, it would not be his fault. At the same time, he had a doubt in his heart.

Who removed the poison of Yu Fengwu's soul-losing curse?

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(End of this chapter)