The Star Banner is a spiritual weapon, even if the Yuanying Monk is difficult to destroy, it will take a certain amount of time to break free from it.

But a spiritual weapon that was regarded as a treasure was destroyed in front of him, and the King of Yongquan instantly lost his fighting spirit.

Relying on the Star Banner, Yongquan Immortal City was protected from the prying eyes of other cities.

Speaking of which, in the forbidden area of the Daomen, there are not many spiritual weapons, and there are only about a hundred or so pieces in the hands of the indigenous Jindan, and the rest are basically in the hands of foreign Jindan monks.

In the eyes of the indigenous Jindan monks, a loss is an immeasurable loss.

Burst...

The spirit weapon is connected to the mind of the King of Yongquan, and when it is destroyed, he will inevitably suffer heavy losses.

"Husband!" His wife, Mei Wei, said with a concerned expression.

"It's fine." King Yongquan continued: "Your Excellency, you have won, and I will leave you at your disposal, and I beg you to spare the innocent lives in the city." ”

The King of Yongquan was refreshed, and clearly understood the gap between the two, and if he continued to resist and provoke the other party to slaughter the city in anger, then he would be guilty.

"I'm not interested in dealing with you, remember to discipline the children of the clan well, and it won't be so good to meet people with ruthless personalities." Fu Yang chuckled.

These words couldn't help but make Yongquan Wang and his wife stunned, the group didn't come to cause trouble, it turned out that the clansmen didn't open their eyes to provoke.

"Thank you for your kindness." King Yongquan hugged his fists and thanked him.

Fu Yang nodded slightly, then returned to the big and small pairs, and summoned the Golden Scale Dao people to continue their journey.

The king of Yongquan and the others watched them depart.

This time they suffered a loss, so that they learned a lesson, and they did not want to take revenge again.

"Yongtong, Yongling will come out for me." The King of Yongquan shouted.

A pair of children came forward tremblingly, not daring to make a sound, for fear of saying the wrong thing.

"This matter. Because of you, and the loss of a heavy treasure, you must be severely punished, from now on, you will practice in the Bitter Spring Cliff, and you will not build a foundation. Don't come out. King Yongquan said solemnly.

"Bitter Spring Cliff!"

The two brothers and sisters were shocked, and looked at Mei Wei with innocent eyes, hoping that their mother would come forward to persuade them.

"It's terrible for you to provoke people, it's time to increase your memory, otherwise, I don't know how the Yongjia family will fall." Mei Wei sighed.

……

At this time, Fu Yang and the others were already on their way to Wanxian Mountain.

According to the narration of the Golden Scale Daoist, the five Yuan Infant Ancestors all lived in seclusion on Wanxian Mountain, and. Jindan monks from the outside world chose to retreat at Wanxian Mountain.

It is a forbidden place for indigenous monks, and only every 100 years, when an ashram is opened and taught for ten years, whether they can achieve great success depends on their creation.

In fact, Wanxian Mountain is a hundred miles in circumference, and the aura is the thickest. The more you go to the center, the aura is as thick as fog. Very viscous.

If it was placed 10,000 years ago, such a place with a dense aura was also occupied by the Immortal Cultivation Sect as a place of inheritance.

A stick of incense on the road, the Golden Scale Dao people walked at full speed.

Go straight to Wanxian Mountain, passing through several cities along the way. None of them meant to stay.

Fu Yang has been closing his eyes and recuperating, and the big and small pairs are guarding the left and right, which has remained unchanged, like two wooden stakes.

After a while, the golden boat was beaten. The Golden Scale Daoist spoke: "My lord, Wanxian Mountain has arrived. ”

A majestic mountain, located in front of it, reaching into the sky, the width of the mountain, like a city wall that cannot be seen.

Wisps of colorful glow floated in the air, all of which were made of thick and undispersed aura.

"Yes, it can be called a fairyland, if you were born here and have been practicing, I am afraid that the younger generations of each faction will be promoted to the Yuan Infant Stage, and it is not vain." Fu Yang exclaimed.

It does make sense for the five Yuanying Monks to occupy this place, if they are allowed to be controlled by the natives, even if the talent is unbearable, it is very likely that several Yuanying Monks will be born.

As a result, it is inevitable to fight for control of the Dao Gate Forbidden Land.

Once they lose control of the forbidden area of the Dao Gate, the fate can be imagined, they will inevitably expel the monks from the outside world, and even further invade the outside world.

It is not so much to let the elderly Jindan monks delay their lives, but to let them guard this place.

"Let's go up the hill together." Fu Yang said.

A staircase to the top, from bottom to top, like a majestic dragon lying.

There is a formation here, and if it weren't for the Yuanying Monk, it would be impossible to fly in the air.

Not wanting to waste any more time, the four of them stepped on the stairs, walking like flying, and the four figures were galloping.

When passing halfway up the mountain, a wave of momentum swept over to find out who was coming.

Each momentum is not weaker than the Jindan level, on the surface of the mountain, due to the clouds and mist, vaguely, you can see that one by one the caves dug out, basically have the breath of a living person.

"Who is coming, what is the matter with the mountain?" A voice came from above the mountain peak.

The next moment, a sword cultivator in a green robe descended, and a sharp flying sword behind him levitated and followed, showing a momentum that was sharp.

He was very old, his whole body was close to exhaustion, and his skin was wrinkled.

But when standing, the body is very straight, like a sword that is unyielding.

His gaze came, like two swords swept by, the cold air was pressing, and suddenly, he fell on the Golden Scale Daoist, and shouted: "Rebel, dare to come back, and kill you on the Ten Thousand Immortal Ladder today." ”

"My lord save me, he is a Qingxuan sword cultivator from Shu Mountain, and he can kill me with a single look." The Golden Scale Dao man said in fear.

At the level of Jindan, there is also a big difference.

As soon as you enter the realm of Jindan, you can truly enter the palace of cultivating immortals and begin to refine the appropriate direction.

Moreover, the name of Shushan, inherited 10,000 years ago, can be described as extraordinary, and the Jindan monks who came out must be far more than the same generation.

Sword cultivation focuses on the way of attack and killing, and the best defense is the most fierce attack.

Kill the opponent directly, why do you need to defend, if you really want to fight, Shushan Sword Cultivation can be alone.

But all things in the world are mutually reinforcing, and sword cultivation also has weaknesses, and it is obvious that the way of cultivation of the Golden Scale Dao people cannot restrain the way of sword cultivation.

"Wait, I have something to see the five infant monks." Fu Yang opened his mouth to stop.

"Hehe, an ant, I also want to see all the ancestors of the primordial infants, retreat quickly, otherwise Hugh blames the sword for being ruthless." Qingxuan Sword Cultivator said disapprovingly.

In an instant, the flying sword behind him, the sword was flourishing, and it turned into a long rainbow and slashed.

The target was the Golden Scale Daoist, but this guy was so frightened that he hid behind the twins, hoping to dodge.

In fact, the twins did make a move.

Because the sword was killed, it came to Fu Yang head-on.

At the critical moment, Xiao Shuang turned into a phantom, and the two white fingers merged, clamping the sharp sword.

Waiting for the light to fade, it turned into an ancient flying sword.

At the same time, Dashuang made a move, dodged, came to Qingxuan Jianxiu's side, and slapped it with one palm.

Bang!

With a loud bang, Qingxuan Sword Cultivator's body was already embedded in the mountain. (To be continued......)