"Who dares to trespass into the Eight Sacred Lands?" Yaksha and Garuda, who were guarding the Eight Sacred Mountains, saw that there was a foreign tribe walking towards the Holy Mountain, and immediately shouted loudly.

The man looked like a man of about thirty years old, but he was full of white hair, dressed in white and snow, walking step by step, obviously walking on the earth, but it gave people the feeling of walking in the clouds.

It was as if his feet were no longer dirty earth, but unsullied white clouds.

The man didn't answer, but walked step by step.

Yaksha and Garuda were immediately furious, the people who could be sent to guard the holy mountain were the best of the eight tribes, and they could be said to be the best of the heavens, how could they have been so despised.

They erupted with fear-level power, attacking the man in white left and right.

The man in white continued to walk forward as if he didn't see them, and Yaksha and Garuda, who had reached the man in white, flew up screaming.

It was as if an invisible sword intent flashed, cutting their power into pieces along with their bodies, turning them into a rain of blood.

As if nothing had happened, the white-haired man stepped up the stone steps of the sacred mountain, where he stood immaculately clean, but behind him was a blood-stained yellow sand.

The screams of Yaksha and Garuda before they died had already alarmed the eight tribes on the mountain, and many of them rushed down from the mountain, and they were all furious when they saw the blood on the ground and the white-haired man who was climbing the mountain.

Many grumpy Shura and Yaksha had already killed the white-haired man, and the sky was full of strange light, as if countless stars were falling, and smashed into the white-haired man.

The white-haired man didn't even lift his eyelids, and still walked straight up the stone steps.

Those eight tribes who rushed towards him, without exception, were all strangled by the invisible sword intent, knives, swords, guns, musical instruments, etc., all kinds of remnants of weapons flew with flesh and blood.

The white-haired man passed by, and none of the eight tribes could leave alive.

On the huge holy mountain, tens of thousands of people from the eight tribes had gathered, but none of them dared to approach the white-haired man.

Every time the white-haired man took a step, the eight tribes all over the sky and mountains would involuntarily retreat, and no one dared to compete with him.

"My eight tribes have always been friends with the immortal clan, as a member of the immortal clan, why did your Excellency slaughter my eight tribes of sentient beings? Could it be that the immortal clan wants to violate the original agreement of another dimension?" asked a dancing Qianfu woman who was like a fairy and holding a pipa, suspended in the air, staring at the white-haired man who was going up the mountain.

The immortal man ignored her, and still walked up the mountain by himself, as if he was deaf.

"I'm talking to you, don't you hear? I'm the king of the Gandharva, if you have something, you can tell me, if it's okay, take another step forward, and don't blame my men for being ruthless. Qianminpo's face turned cold, and she stared at the immortal man with the pipa in her arms and said.

The immortal man still ignored it and continued to walk forward.

Qianmin Po was suddenly furious, her fingers flicked on the strings, and the stirring music turned into an invisible killing machine, winding towards the immortal man.

Click!

I couldn't see the sword light, and I couldn't hear the sound of the sword qi, but there was an invisible force that crushed the music, and all the strings of the pipa in Qian's hand were broken at the same time.

Qianminpo was shocked in her heart, it was too late to retreat, she had already felt that there was a terrifying sword intent coming, maybe in the next second, she would be in a different place.

As the king of Qianminpo, she is also a catastrophe-level powerhouse, and she never expected that the other party would force her to such a point without even moving her hand.

A dragon roar resounded through the clouds, and the dragon qi like a waterfall hung down from the top of the holy mountain, coiling around the body of the king of Qianmipo, as if colliding with some divine weapon, and the dragon qi shattered in an instant.

Fortunately, the sword intent had also disappeared, and the king of Qianmin hurriedly retreated, widening the distance between him and the immortal man.

Except for the king of the second division of the Heavenly Dragon, the other six kings have already appeared, blocking the way of the immortal man, and it seems that they want to take him down.

Tens of thousands of eight tribes had also gathered, and the water around them was impassable, and they all held weapons in their hands, all pointing at the immortal man.

Tens of thousands of eight kings and six catastrophic kings, in the eyes of the immortal man, did not seem to exist, he still continued to walk forward, and his gaze kept fixed on a figure standing at the end of the steps.

When the six kings saw him like this, they were furious, and they prepared to kill him.

"Let him come up. The voice came from the end of the stone steps, and the person standing there was Wang Mingyuan, who had become the dragon king, and he was the one who saved Qianmin with dragon qi just now.

After listening to Wang Mingyuan's words, the six kings had to order all their men and horses to retreat and make way for them.

It's just that tens of thousands of people are all around on both sides, everywhere in the sky and on the ground, if it were ordinary people, I am afraid that they would have been frightened.

The immortal man didn't notice anything, and walked to the end of the stone steps step by step.

"Why did Your Excellency come?" asked when the Immortal man walked close to Wang Mingyuan.

The immortal man ignored him and walked past him, his fluttering white hair almost hitting Wang Mingyuan's face.

Wang Mingyuan stood there, watching the immortal man enter the temple, and then sat down on the main seat of the temple.

It was originally the position of the lord of the eight tribes, even Emperor Tian, who was the leader of the eight tribes before, was not qualified to sit in it, and the current Wang Mingyuan was also only sitting in the deputy position, and only when the king of the upper clan that the eight tribes relied on came, he was qualified to sit in that position.

Seeing that the immortal man was actually sitting in that position, the eight tribes, whether they were kings or ordinary members, were all the majority, and they were about to rush into the hall and kill the immortal man, but Wang Mingyuan stretched out his hand to stop them.

"What do you want to do?" Wang Mingyuan asked as he looked at the immortal man sitting high on the throne.

"From today on, the eight tribes will be closed for three years, and any of the eight tribes will not be allowed to leave half a step, and those who violate it will be beheaded. The immortal man condescended, looking down at His Highness Wang Mingyuan and continued: "In the past, Bodhidharma faced the wall for nine years, and finally realized some truths, you don't have to face the wall, just stand there and reflect on yourself for nine years, no matter how dull your talent is, you should be able to understand some truths." ”

"Why are you?" the eight tribes were all furious, and the Yaksha King asked loudly, and for a while the crowd was furious, and there were already eight tribes who couldn't help but want to rush into the temple.

Seeing that the war was about to break out, he saw a ball of golden light breaking through the sky.

"His Holiness...... He ......, "The golden light fell to the ground, and it was a Buddha with a golden light, and the Yaksha King and the others hurriedly stepped forward to salute, but before they could say anything, they were interrupted by the Buddha.

The Buddha walked in front of the immortal man, folded his hands, bent down slightly and saluted: "Sword Immortal, please don't be angry, from today onwards, the eight tribes will close the mountain for three years, and the Dragon King will introspect for nine years, and he will not move half a step, what else does Your Excellency want?"

"The disciple of my Sword Immortal lineage can't die in vain, and whoever kills him must lose his life. When the man spoke, his eyes kept looking at Wang Mingyuan who was standing there, and he knew that Jiang Yan was Wang Mingyuan's disciple.