The Million Demon Mountain is a blessed land that cultivators yearn for, and the elixirs here are as endless as starry skies; At the same time, it is also a dangerous place where cultivators talk about color change, and there are countless demon beasts here like the sand of the Ganges.

Kunshan is only the outermost mountain range of the Million Demon Mountain, on this mountain range, there are only a few first-order elixirs, although the mountains are full of fierce beasts, but there are very few people who are born of spiritual wisdom and become first-order demon beasts.

On this day, at night, the full moon hangs high, the stars are bright, the silver moonlight pours down, Kunshan is as clear as day, on the mountain peak, there is a blood-red battle flag, with the night wind hunting and fluttering, the cold moonlight shines on it, reflecting two dazzling gilt characters 'Xuantian', this is the Xuantian Sword Sect's magic weapon Xuantian battle flag.

Around the battle flag, hundreds of monks have gathered, standing in three directions in an orderly manner, directly below are the disciples of the Xuantian Sword Sect, about thirty people, all of them are wearing cyan Taoist robes, carrying long swords, rich and colorful, and it seems that the cultivation is quite profound.

On the left side of the battle flag, there is the Tianxin faction, the sect overlord of Qingyang County, there are about 30 people, all of them are dressed in gray robes, their expressions are solemn, and they are silent, obviously the door rules are very strict;

And on the right side of the battle flag, there were more than 30 people, among which there were dozens of people with long swords in white clothes, full of energy and high spirits, who were the inner disciples of Feiyun Gate. And the others, but the posture is different, the clothes are different, there are many sects, there are many sects, Mo Wentian lowered his head silently, standing in the most inconspicuous corner of the crowd, from time to time there are monks from other gangs to check his cultivation, seeing that it is only a cultivation of the seventh layer of qi refining, he snorted coldly and no longer pays attention to it, where would they think? There are monks who are proficient in the art of camouflage.

Under the battle flag, there are five foundation building monks, each sitting cross-legged and silent, among them there is an old man with crane hair and a childish face who is quite profound, dozens of days ago, he sat quietly on the top of Kunshan, this sitting is half a month has passed, but he is like a stone statue that has been sleeping for several years, not moving like a mountain.

During the period, there was wind and rain, but the Xuantian battle flag changed thousands of miles, covering the sky and sheltering it; During the period, there were wild beasts besieged, but the Xuantian battle flag changed for no reason, like a knife like a sword, killing birds and beasts, it seemed that between heaven and earth, nothing could affect his meditation and cultivation.

The other four monks are only cultivating in the early stage of foundation building, and they don't dare to disturb at all, these four people have two elders of the Xuantian Sword Sect, and the other two are the Tianxin Sect and the Elders of the Feiyun Gate, the elders of the Feiyun Gate are not very old, they are born with a blue-faced eagle nose, and their faces are gloomy, Mo Wentian just glanced at it from a distance, and recognized this person, it was Miao Sanjiang, the fifth elder of the Feiyun Gate.

The summit of Kunshan was silent, all eyes were on the old man, but he didn't know when he would wake up?

But at this time, a sharp eagle sound resounded through the world, everyone looked up, under the full moon, there was a huge golden eagle flying from the sky, an old man stood on the golden eagle, the voice arrived first, and sang loudly: "On the top of Kunshan Peak, look around extremely boundless, sit alone and no one knows, the lonely moon shines on the cold spring, Zhou Zhangmen, sit alone for a few days, is it not more than boring. ”

As soon as his voice fell, the disciples of the Tianxin Sect cheered, and someone shouted: "It's the Golden Feather Eagle, Master Lin is here." ”

Mo Wentian's pupils shrank, and the head of the Tianxin Sect actually used a fourth-order spirit eagle to walk, and his strength was really strong.

But when the remnants of Master Lin were not dispersed, an old voice said: "Non-yes, non-yes, Master Zhou sits quietly and comprehends, everything is in his heart, it is really wonderful!" ”

As if to confirm, he then sang loudly: "The top of the mountain sits alone, the full moon shines on the day, and the shadow of Vientiane appears, and there is no light in the round." ”

An old man with a brocade coat and white hair like frost on his temples came and flew suddenly, one step ahead of the golden feather eagle.

Huo Ran, the head of the Xuantian Sword Sect, opened his eyes, his eyes were as bright as a bright galaxy, and he laughed and said: "Xu Tianji, Lin Yuzhou, the two masters, I haven't seen them for several years, and the two cultivators are a lot more radical. ”

The golden feather eagle roared sharply, landed on a boulder not far from the Xuantian battle flag, and when it flew in the air, it didn't feel that it fell to the ground at this time, and the monks found that it was so huge, with its wings stretched out, seven or eight feet, on the top of the head of the golden feather, there was a cluster of golden feathers, the mouth was unusually sharp, the two eyes were as sharp as sharp arrows, and the two claws, like curved hooks, flashed with a cold light. ,

The disciples of the Tianxin Sect can still say, where have the monks of the other sects seen such a powerful spirit beast? At the moment, I was amazed and amazed.

Lin Yuzhou also seemed to be very proud, put the golden feather eagle into the beast control bag, stepped forward proudly, and said with a smile: "Master Xu, how is the old man's golden feather carving?" ”

"Not bad!" Xu Tianji smiled indifferently, he didn't seem to care, and laughed loudly: "Master Lin is lucky, he actually got a fourth-order flying spirit beast, which is really gratifying." ”

Lin Yuzhou saw that he was not angry, and suddenly felt bored, Feiyunmen was entrenched in Qinghe County, ranking fifth among the six major factions, and the Tianxin faction dominated Qingyang County, but it was ranked at the bottom of the six factions, although the two factions belonged to the Xuantian Alliance, but Lin Yuzhou was quite unconvinced, and always thought that the strength of the Tianxin faction was not weaker than that of Feiyunmen, if the two met, he always had to sneer at each other a few words before he could stop.

Lin Yuzhou said a few polite words, then stopped talking, he took a step forward, swept his eyes around, and saw those monks in different costumes on the left side of the Xuantian Battle Banner, his face couldn't help but change, and he scolded angrily: "Xu Tianji, what do you mean by this? ”

Xu Tianji was quite puzzled, and said strangely: "Master Lin, why did you say this?" ”

Lin Yuzhou's face turned cold, ignored him, turned forward, clasped his fists and saluted: "Master Zhou, you have always been fair, and you are the leader of the Xuantian Alliance, the birth of Wanling Valley is imminent, our three factions have agreed to send thirty outstanding disciples to each valley to hunt for treasure, but now Feiyun Gate is filled with disciples from other sects, how to deal with it?" ”

Master Zhou of the Xuantian Sword Sect performed a 'sound insulation technique' to isolate the voices of the three people, and then he spoke: "Master Xu, how will you explain this matter?" ”

Xu Tianji said as if he had no time to say: "The two heads, our three factions did have an agreement that day, the news of Wanling Valley must not be known to the Qiankun Alliance, and on the day of birth, each sent thirty outstanding disciples into the valley to search for treasures, and these monks are not outsiders, they are excellent disciples of the affiliated sects of the sect, and they are also considered to be part of the sect, what is the fault of the old man who summoned them?" ”

"This ......" Lin Yuzhou suddenly ran out of words, as if he had thought of something, and suddenly said with a sudden expression: "The old man understands, Xu Tianji, you are really scheming." ”

He continued: "Although there are countless treasures in the Valley of Ten Thousand Souls, it is a dangerous place, Master Xu is good at calculation, and he is worried that the disciples of your sect have lost too much, so he uses the disciples of the affiliated sects to fill the number, so that the treasures found belong to your family; If it is unfortunate to fall, it does not matter. ”

"Maybe in the heart of Master Xu, he already has the intention of cutting them off, as for us Foundation Building Sects, we don't want too good disciples to appear in the affiliated Qi Refining Sect." Speaking of this, his face became gloomy, and he said disdainfully: "Master Xu, do you say yes or no?" ”

Xu Tianji smiled indifferently and didn't speak, just took out a feather fan full of aura, and shook his hand lightly as if nothing happened.

Master Zhou glanced at him deeply, his gaze fell on the wind spirit fan in his hand, and said indifferently: "Since Master Xu regards them as a part of Feiyun Gate, it is not easy to investigate, the birth of Wanling Valley is imminent, and this matter will be stopped for the time being!" ”

Lin Yuzhou's expression was not angry, he glared at Xu Tianji, then stopped talking, and for a while, silence was restored, and the three of them each found a place, sat cross-legged, and remained silent, waiting for the birth of Wanling Valley.

About two hours later, the dim clouds covered the moonlight under the impetus of the breeze, the whole world dimmed, the scenery gradually blurred, the stars were gray, and there was no sound, and suddenly, the wind blew fiercely, and a mist surged in, enveloping the whole Kunshan.

PS: Thank you Brother Ling for your reward again! );