Taishang Immortal Brigade

Chapter 282

"Whether it's okay or not, we have to fight." Wen Gongdao raised his hand, and the Sun and Moon Sword Pill flew out in a circle, hitting the heaven and earth oven heavily, and saw the phantom shaking for a while, and the Sun and Moon Sword Pill pierced through the furnace The outer wall of the heaven and earth oven gradually solidified, and the eight furnace doors were closed at the same time.

The Sun Moon Sword Pill collided against the condensed furnace wall, splashing countless sparks, Wen Gongdao's eyes froze, the Sun Moon Sword Pill erupted with dazzling brilliance, and flew in a circle relative to each other, baking the entire heaven and earth furnace. It swayed violently.

The real fire in the Heaven and Earth Oven has accumulated a huge amount, deposited in the furnace and flowed in a liquid state, and the Sun Moon Sword Pill exudes a dazzling brilliance, as if the sun and the moon rising from the ocean, it feels like the sun and the moon are traveling in the sky, but The long rope and the divine sword came out of nowhere, like two colorful dragons, tumbling and rolling over the ocean, attacking the sun and the crescent moon.

Wen Gongdao saw that Sun Moon Sword Pill was trapped in the oven of heaven and earth, and turned his palm over, revealing a pure white jade bucket the size of a fist. The magic weapon of the long cable, the pure white jade bucket, whirled and slammed into the outer wall of the heaven and earth oven. The oven shook violently, and countless sparks the size of fists splashed and scattered from the place of impact. The sword trembled violently.

Elder Zhenlian pointed at the heaven and earth oven, the eight furnace doors opened, and real fire flowed out like water. These real fires condensed and did not disperse, and gathered in the air to form eight long fire dragons. The fire dragons turned and turned towards Chun The white jade bucket entangled, the pure white jade bucket was pure and flawless, the real fire dragon rushed to it, and immediately slid to the side, fortunately eight fire dragons took turns to trap the pure white jade bucket.

Changhong dances in the sky and white light flashes in all directions. On the top, there is a good show of eight dragons fighting for jade. On the other side, in the oven of heaven and earth, the sun and moon sword pills formed by male and female swords. The sea of ​​fire smelted, and the fight was extremely difficult.

"What a battle between dragons and tigers." Elder Qu, who was usually not talkative, couldn't help but said, and he said to Mo Fenggu who was beside him, "It's useless for me to call myself a great monk of Yuanying, but I didn't expect that Wen Tianshu and Zhenlian would turn out To be so strong, the gap between us and them is not even a star. Lao Mo, ashamed, ashamed."

Mo Fenggu nodded in agreement, "Wen Tianshu is the No. To become such a peerless powerhouse is really unimaginable."

The two people in the East Sword Leader reacted differently. They knew Wen Gongdao's strength better than anyone else. The handsome man said with a sad face, "Sister, I thought that the strength of the real practice was not enough, so it's fine to be beaten and killed by the lord. Everything will be fine if the lord vents his anger." It’s easy to say, but the strength of Zhenlian is strong right now, what if the lord gets more and more angry, that ignorant girl of my family hasn’t been released until today?”

Jiang Xinlan smiled charmingly, and stretched out her slender index finger. The round nails were painted with bright red flower oil, and the index finger gently raised the pointed chin, looking very coquettish. What are you worrying about? It’s because he’s used to keeping his eyes above the top. He really thinks he can kill whoever he wants! Xia He is the lifeblood of Elder Zhenlian. I heard that the Lord wanted to kill him like a dog, completely ignoring Zhenlian. Face, no wonder there is a war.

Renkui, you don't have to worry about Xixi, she is my precious niece, and I won't let anything happen to her.It doesn't matter if her feet are grounded, she is used to being wild, and now she stays quietly at home to control her temper.With me here, Lord Wen dare not do anything to him, don't worry. "

Seeing that he was in a stable position, the old man Mo Jing calmed down a bit. Seeing Xia He flying in the distance, he waved to him and said, "Xia He, come and talk."

Xia He heard the words, flew towards him quickly, stood in front of the old man Mo Jing, and respectfully saluted, "Uncle Mo Jing."

The old man Mojing shrouded Xia He in white light, and Xia He suddenly felt the pressure from the aftermath of the battle weakened to a bearable level, and then the old man Yudai reproached him, "Xiahe, you child is really ignorant, you broke through this time A catastrophic catastrophe happened, Wen Gongdao became crazy about his adoptive daughter, why did you just..."

Xia He knew that the old man Mo Jing was thinking of himself, so he didn't explain much, but asked with concern, "Master, can he beat Lord Wen?"

The old man Mojing shook his head weakly, "I don't know, but you remember, your master and I will help you with this matter, you can't stay in the sect anymore, we will arrange you to work in the war department , when you rise up step by step, you will have the right to speak, and we can fight for more for you."

Xia He closed his eyes, nodded slowly, and then said calmly, "Will I never see the face again?"

"You still dare to mention this name?" The old man Mo Jing yelled angrily, quite a bit resentful, "Don't you understand who made you like this, you must never mention this woman's name in the future, for yourself Well, forget about her."

Xia He nodded resolutely, "I know what Shishu means, I must never become the second Fei Yanhua, I want to live, live."

The old man Mo Jing stared at Xia He's eyes. From those eyes, he could not see hatred, humiliation and unwillingness. He could only accept the calmness of reality. A strange thought emerged in his heart. Will this person grow up in the future, will he be more powerful than Wen Gongdao? horrible.

Everyone outside the arena had different attitudes, and the fighting between the two in the arena had become intense. Wen Gongdao took out the third magic weapon, which was a long whip with hundreds of mountain characters in different characters engraved on the handle of the whip. As soon as the whip came out, the five members of the Presbyterian Church exclaimed at the same time.

"This is the mountain whip, the magic weapon of the third generation patriarch. How did it get into his hands?" Elder Qu, who loves weapons like his life, saw the origin of the whip at a glance, and was the first to scream out.

"Wen Gongdao's forces are all over the Sifang Mountains. If there is any long-lost magic weapon in the world, it will definitely fall into his hands. What's so strange?" Mo Fenggu seemed a little disapproving of his old friend's fuss.

Shuai Kui was shocked, and asked Jiang Xinlan beside him, "Sister, when did the lord get this magic weapon, why didn't he tell us?"

Jiang Xinlan squinted at Shuai Renkui, "Renkui, don't you know your lord? How could he tell me what he wanted to hide? Let's watch and see how Zhenlian handles it."

Xia He looked at the old man Mo Jing's face, and although he knew it was inappropriate, he still asked, "Uncle Mo Jing, what is the origin of this whip, and why are the elders so afraid of it, it seems to be very powerful?"

The old man Mo Jing said uneasy, "Mountain whip, the magic weapon used by the three generations of ancestors to establish the foundation of the sect. It is said that there was originally a large plain under our feet, without this endless mountain range. It was the mountain whip used by the three generations of ancestors. Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine great mountains came nearby to form the Sifang Mountain Range, and later the Sifang Immortal Sect came into being."

"What a supernatural power it is to be able to drive away dead mountains like cattle and sheep!" Xia He praised sincerely, and then began to worry again, "Can Master be against this spiritual weapon?"

"Just wait and see." Elder Mojing resigned himself to his fate, "Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Wen Gongdao would not really dare to use the mountain whip to kill people." Obviously he is not optimistic about Elder Zhenlian either.

Wen Gongdao took out the driving whip, and all the characters on the handle lit up at the same time, and then Wen Gongdao threw a whip at a distant mountain. There was thunder on the whip, and the mountain hit by the whip trembled violently, and the foot of the mountain shook Suddenly, countless turf and gravel rolled down, and in the eyes of everyone's astonishment, mountains rose from the ground, leaving deep pits the size of lakes.

The mountain that was summoned by the mountain whip flew up in the air, and flew over the head of Elder Zhenlian as light as a feather. With a flick of the whip in Wen Gongdao's hand, the mountain seemed to lose its support, and was carried down by all the gravity.

The base of the mountain has a radius of hundreds of miles, and Elder Zhenlian's foothold is right in the center, so he can't escape even if he tries his best, so he didn't move, the oven of heaven and earth behind him was shaking, and the sea of ​​real fire was surging and flooding. A dazzling five-color sun jumped out, and the five-color sun flew out of the eight-door copper furnace, turning into an exquisite five-color projectile.

The five-color bullet is only the size of a chestnut and is inconspicuous, but Xia He's expression is relieved when he sees the five-color bullet. He knows the magic of this inconspicuous bead, and it may not be a worry to chase the mountain whip.

The five-color projectiles flew out and hit the mountainside, and the mountain stopped in the air for a long time. Elder Zhenlian walked out of the bottom of the mountain leisurely, and then the five-color projectiles flew back to his hands, and the mountain made a series of thunderous explosions The sound, as if there was a thunder raging inside the mountain, under Wen Gongdao's astonished eyes, the mountain was broken into countless stones, like a waterfall falling from the sky, slanting to the human world like flowing water, and piled up outside the mountain gate of Sifang Xianzong. A hilly pile of rubble.

Wen Gongdao didn't expect that a big mountain could crush Elder Zhenlian, so he flicked his whip ten times at Sifang Mountain Range, and the ten mountain peaks, big and small, were about to fly towards Elder Zhenlian like surging waves.

The five-color bullets flew out and hovered over the ten mountains, like a small sun, shooting endless five-color rays of light to all parts of the mountains. The mountains illuminated by the rays were about to move, but at the moment they were firmly rooted in place , I don't move anymore.

Of course, Wen Gongdao would not think that the mountain whip had failed. The only explanation was that the five-color projectile was a strangely powerful spiritual weapon that could break the magical power of the mountain whip. He looked at the mountain range that was suppressed by the five-color projectile and could not move. Let out a long sigh.

Having seen the power of chasing the mountain, the faces of the five elders became very serious. The three from Beidaofeng and Xifayuan came over and said to Jiang Xinlan and Shuai Renkui, "You two, for the sake of the sect, this fight can no longer be fought. Go down, Lord Wen and Elder Mo are the pillars of our sect, if we continue to fight, it will hurt the vitality of the sect, please think about the future of the sect and persuade Lord Wen."

Shuai Renkui frowned and wanted to evade, but was pressed down by Jiang Xinlan's palm, and cold words came out of his vermilion lips, "We want to go together."

(End of this chapter)