"Next....... In the eyes of normal people, it is a big scene that is rare to see in a hundred years, you will see the holy sons of the major holy mountains, and a large number of uncles who are in their prime. Xu Zang patted Ning Yi on the shoulder: "But you have to remember that we are not normal people, so those Holy Sons are nothing, and the uncle-level cultivators are nothing." To put it nicely, they are the future hope and backbone of the major holy mountains, to put it mildly, most of them are some rats who are not high or low, and when we get out alive, I will teach you a sword technique that falls from the sky. ”

Ning Yi's attention was not on the "sword technique that fell from the sky", and he chewed on Xu Zang's words in the first half of the paragraph with some silence.

Xu Zang looked at the hand that the young man was clenching the bone flute, and said with a smile: "Do you think you are a normal person?"

Ning Yi kept holding this leaf-like bone flute.

Whether it was the big demon who escaped from the underground of Qingbai City, or the disciples of the Dao Sect and the Heavenly Palace, facing them, Ning Yi didn't have too much fear in his heart.

He can't escape, he can pinch this bone flute.

No one knows the power of this bone flute better than him.

But now it's different, from the moment Xu Zang appeared, and those people hiding in the shadows appeared one by one, Ning Yi knew that even if he held the bone flute tightly, he couldn't do anything.

Sometimes, there are some things that are not done by man, and even if you fight for your life, the result is still likely to end dismally.

"I don't need this 'thing'. Xu Zang said lightly: "At least you don't need it now, you don't have cultivation, you don't even have the starlight flowing in your blood, even if you give you the immortal weapon, it is impossible to change anything." No matter how weak these people are, at least they are big people who have a foothold in the corner of the Great Sui, put away this bone leaf, and the wealth will not be exposed, the matter of Sui Yangzhu has already taught you a lesson, if this bone flute is seen by someone who knows the goods, what the consequences will be, you know it in your heart. ”

Ning Yi silently put away the bone flute.

The two of them stood on the wilderness outside Qingbai City, and Xu Zang took a light breath.

He looked at the "Heavenly Immortals", so big, expressionless, and rubbed Pei Fu's head.

"Pei Min is my master, and he made me pick up my sword. ”

"Even though I got into a lot of trouble after I picked up my sword, I never regretted it. ”

Ning Yi took a closer look and found that Xu Zang's sideburns had a strand of long gray hair, swaying in the wind, this man didn't look very old, but he had a faint breath of time, the sword aura in his sleeves, and the long hair on his sideburns was with a smell of dust.

The orb is covered with dust, and if it is not opened, it can only be dimmed forever.

Xu Zang's eyes were as calm as a pool of water, neither lost nor painful, some were just calm.

"Ten years ago, I went on a killing spree for the Pei family and offended these cultivation forces, and there are not many left in this world. ”

"After she dies......" Xu Zang lowered his eyebrows, thought for a while, and said, "All I have left, a sword, and a friend." ”

Ning Yi noticed that in Xu Zang's hand, the Sanqing bell began to tremble slightly.

The sword qi in the sky fell on the head of Qingbai City, the night was torn apart, and there was a tremor on the ground.

Someone stepped on the hanging sword, his face gloomy, "Xu Zang, you killed forty-seven of my comrades in Xiao Wuliang Mountain, how to calculate this account?"

Someone fell behind Ying Tianfu Guan Qingping, in a big red shirt, hunting with the wind, after standing firmly, one hand pressed on the scholar's shoulder, and came out sideways, and the murderous aura that could not be suppressed in his tone surged: "Xu Zang, you smashed the mountain gate of my Ying Tianfu and killed my junior brother, do you dare to come out to fight?!"

"Amitabha, the donor's words are different. A middle-aged monk in a white robe, all the way to the gallop, one hand palm standing in front of the chest, the upper body straight, feet trampling on the river and the ocean, all the way muddy, the end of the treasure is solemn, but the body is not stained with dirt like glass, he said with a compassionate face: "Ying Tianfu is the head of the four major academies, why should the scholar be so murderous? ”

The middle-aged Confucian in red clothes had an unkind face, and sneered: "You bald donkey can't protect yourself, and you still want to save Xu Zang's life?

The monk recited my Buddha's compassion lightly, and said with a gentle smile: "If it falls into the hands of Ying Tianfu, let you wait for the sword to be burned by the fire, how can you get the meditation of the poor monk?"

The sword qi and fire light from the distant sky smashed one after another, and when they landed on the ground, they shook and splashed up pools of smoke and dust.

The originally dead and innocent outside the city became noisy.

The uncle-level figures of the major holy mountains all came here in person, and the Holy Son followed behind his own uncle.

Ning Yi pursed his lips and looked at the absurd scene in front of him.

Uncle Ying Tianfu's big red-sleeved uncle waved his hand, and he was about to take action to suppress the Lingshan monk.

The small Wuliang Mountain stepped on the hanging sword, and the tip of the sword was not aimed at Xu Zang, but at other forces that wanted to make a move.

Ning Yi had a headache, he thought that these characters who came to kill Xu Zang, no matter what kind of idea they had, at least they had the same purpose in front of them, and they should at least stand in the same front.

"In front of the holy mountain, there has always been no friends to speak of, only interests are eternal, for the sake of interests, you can briefly twist the knot to become allies, for the sake of interests, of course, you can also turn against each other. ”

Xu Zang smiled and said softly: "They have determined that I have not cultivated, so those people from Xiao Wuliang Mountain, Ying Tianfu, and Lingshan dare to call out like this....... For them, a person who has not cultivated now, no matter who he used to be, even if he was once immortal, these are meaningless. Because now, it is up to them to decide whether to kill or chop. ”

"So there's no need for them to be connected, like stupid grasshoppers in a boat. Xu Zang's tone was a little cold, and he said: "They all want my head, but there is only one head, and if they break it, they will each take a little, and they can't ask for merit and reward, so at this time...... It is about to face the situation of uneven distribution of spoils. ”

After saying these words, Xu Zang shook his head.

"Okay, okay......"

In the midst of the cacophony, a tired voice rang out.

The person who spoke had a very special identity and a very special voice.

So everyone involuntarily quieted down.

Xu Zang slammed the tip of his sword on the ground twice, and said seriously: "I know you are very happy to see me....... But what will happen if the quarrel continues?"

Ning Yi was a little stunned and watched as the man standing beside him raised a finger and tapped them one by one.

He pointed to the monk first.

"You want to fight with me? I still have a sword, you come and stand and see if your meditation that can resist the fire of the Tianfu sword can resist my sword." ”

The monk's complexion changed slightly.

His face was a little pale, he recited Amitabha, and said in a cold tone: "The poor monk is standing here, and the donor will use his sword." ”

Ning Yi saw the monk of Lingshan, the talismans tied to his legs were faintly burning, and many forces gathered around him retreated one after another, leaving a long way.

"It's called the Divine Talisman, and he's ready to run away. Xu Zang smiled and said to Ning Yi: "If you can't beat it, you can run, this is normal for people; if you can't beat it, you have to hit a swollen face and become fat, obviously you want to run, but you are shouting to let the other side ask for convenience, this is called Lingshan." ”

The monk's face was ugly, so he could only be silent, standing up and turning the Buddha beads with his palm.

Xu Zang grabbed the hilt of the long sword with some difficulty, raised his arm, and the starlight fell on the sword, he slowly moved the tip of the sword, aiming at one force after another, whether it was the holy mountain or the academy, those who had witnessed the power of the iron sword did not dare to look at the sword.

Xu Zang laughed from the bottom of his heart, and there was emotion between the lines.

"I really miss you rats, ten years ago when I raised my sword to kill the mountain gate, you were like this, cringe and dare not come out, ten years have passed, I am really happy to see you still the same. After laughing, the man with the sword sighed and said, "You obviously think that I don't have the power of a sword, but you are worried that I am cheating, everyone wants to take my head, and no one dares to be the first to go, is it just because you are afraid of death?"

Ning Yi thought silently in his heart, of course, because he was afraid of death.

"I'm out of energy. Xu Zang calmly spread his arms, and the iron sword fell to the ground with a clang.

When the sword fairy threw away the sword in his hand.

Ying Tianfu's big red sleeves narrowed his eyes.

The uncle of Xiao Wuliang Mountain began to pinch the trick.

The monk of Lingshan turned solemn, and the red talisman tied to his wrist forearm began to glow faintly.

The major holy mountains, all the people.

Their eyes did not stop at the ordinary iron sword that splashed a puddle of dust on the ground after it fell, and the entire body of the sword shook back and forth, and finally lay on the ground silently.

Instead, it stayed in Xu Zang's right hand.

Xu Zang smiled brightly, holding a bell in his right hand.

The "Three Clear Bells" of Taoism.

The dying man, taking a deep breath, raised his head, and threw the bell high with a bang.

"Jingle Bell—"

The sound of the bell was shaken, crisp, and smashed into my heart.

The three clear bells of the Taoist Sect are the treasures of the town hall of Zixiao Palace, which can be held by different cultivators, and can have different effects.

And the sound that Xu Zang shook out could neither shock people's hearts nor shatter their souls.

It's just loud.

It's very loud.

Ning Yi suddenly thought of Xu Zang's words.

"After she died...... All I have left is a sword, a friend. ”

The moment the bell rings in the sky.

A clear roar sounded.

A fiery red figure in the distance, like a meteor falling, crossed the sky in an instant, and it was vaguely visible that it was a huge big bird, with its wings spread out, and the fiery red shadow was scorching, from far to near, in an instant.

The bell was grasped.

It was a young Taoist priest with a "childish face and crane hair", stepping on the back of a bird, mediating in a circle, the air waves were blowing in his face, and the fiery red and scorching anger were scorching. The young Taoist priest fell freely, smashed in front of Xu Zang, and slowly stood up, his robe blowing in the wind.

The crimson shadow above his head was a huge fierce bird with red flames flowing between his teeth.

The red flame hovering above the head of the young Taoist priest reflected a long snow-white hair, flying up and down with the wind, reflecting the red streamer, and finally the red light hovering like a mountain slowly converged, falling on his shoulder, the color faded, and it turned out to be a small and delicate white bird.

"Goo-goo-goo-goo......."

It turned out to be a pigeon.

Silent.

After a brief dead silence.

The snow-haired young Taoist priest said the first sentence.

"Daozong, Zixiao Palace, travel. ”

There is only one sentence.

The monk of Lingshan was the first to turn around, without saying a word, the divine talisman burned violently, and the earthquake trembled, like a giant elephant running.

Ying Tianfu's always hard-hearted red-sleeved uncle silently picked up the lantern, grabbed Guan Qingping, his body was violent, the firelight was extinguished, and he disappeared into the night.

The senior uncle of Xiao Wuliang Mountain did not speak, hurriedly turned the tip of the sword, and swept back.

It was just a dozen breaths, and everyone disappeared cleanly.

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