Wei Zhengyang covered his nose and looked up at the pale red sun, it was just past midnight, but the sky was already dawning, the mist rose from the mountains and forests, wisps of wisps, and the heat followed, and with a flick of the branches beside him, there was warm dew crackling and falling, and then wait for at most half a column of incense, the dew would be evaporated, and the wet heat of the day would officially come.

Depending on the weather, it's going to be a sunny day.

The chirping of birds has been masked by the nearby monk battle, the rumbling Buddha sound and the howling of the soul keep echoing in the mountains and forests, the faintly falling terrible breath makes the beasts hibernate, and the birds are panicked, Wei Zhengyang is actually very interested in the battle between Jianhong and the soul refining sect master, these two have been famous for a long time, one is a famous Buddhist sect, the other is the legend of Nanling, Wei Zhengyang has followed Wei Nongjiao since he was a child to learn the affairs of the world's sects, and he almost grew up listening to their names, and finally has a chance to get a glimpse of the true face, but these two people are entrenched high above the nine heavens, with Wei Zhengyang's weak strength, it is really difficult to see their appearance。

"It's a pity," Wei Zhengyang patted the old Gu Mu beside him, "I think that the invincible uncle was also very interested in the past and wanted to teach me to practice, but I thought that the practice was too hard, and I only cared about having fun, and I refused to devote myself to learning to meditate, so that he was disappointed and returned. ”

He sighed for a while, found that there was no response beside him, and turned his head to look, the king of Nanjiang was looking back at Nanjiang worriedly, holding a communication talisman tightly in his hand, looking at the dejected appearance, obviously not hearing his words.

Wei Zhengyang stretched out the folding fan in his hand, patted the ancient wood beside him, and made a loud noise, and he said loudly, "Why is the prince so worried?"

The king of Nanjiang came back to his senses at this time, he turned his head and smiled bitterly, "Nanjiang City is besieged by the traditionalists, Chu Fatzi...... The city lord of Chu sent me news that he had lit a beacon fire and was waiting for the rescue of the imperial court. He paused, his voice low, "Listening to him, the monks of the Heavenly Machine Pavilion are also at a disadvantage, although they are temporarily holding on with the benefits of the magic weapon, they ....... It won't last long. ”

"It turns out that the prince is worried about this. ”

"Involving hundreds of thousands of people in Nanjiang, this king is naturally worried. ”

Wei Zhengyang turned his back on his hands, turned around and walked towards the stream not far away, where there was an open area, green grass, dotted with wild flowers, "Please rest assured, Tianji Pavilion and my Wei family will naturally do things without revealing a drop of water, although this traditional school is a snake on the ground, but it can't turn the sky or become a dragon." ”

"Zhengyang, what does this mean? Could it be that there are still no means to come out?" King Nanjiang looked happy and hurriedly followed.

"Of course. Wei Zhengyang smiled slightly, "With only more than 100 people, where is the opponent of the traditional faction? ”

He walked to the middle of the grass, looked left and right, and muttered, "It's good here", while squatting down, taking out a piece of jade pendant from his body, carefully pressing it on the ground, and said loudly, "Please also ask Senior Bai to appear." ”

A figure slowly emerged in front of the two, it was a middle-aged man, he was wearing a Taoist robe, holding a dusty rod in his hand, and after appearing, he nodded slightly to the king of Nanjiang and saluted, and then bowed to Wei Zhengyang, "Sixth prince, do it now?"

"It's already past the end of the day, and the time should be almost over, before I came, my sister told me that I should deal with the affairs of this place as soon as possible, so act as soon as possible," Wei Zhengyang was even more stable in front of the middle-aged Taoist priest, he pointed to his feet, "The positioning jade pendant has been put down, and the next thing is to trouble Senior Bai." ”

"It's a duty under the line. The middle-aged Taoist priest bowed his hand again, "Please also ask the sixth prince and the king of Nanjiang to retreat away." ”

Wei Zhengyang nodded, and the King of Nanjiang followed him to the edge of the forest, and asked in a low voice, "Zhengyang, what is this going to do?"

"The king of Nanjiang doesn't know, Tianji Pavilion has a secret technique, called Qiankun Liangyi, the caster is located thousands of miles away, but he can instantly go to this positioning jade pendant, but it is simple to say, this secret technique costs a lot, just this positioning jade pendant, you have to hold a monk to temper for more than half a month, otherwise you can't afford a huge aura, and the person who holds the positioning jade pendant must be at least a Tianyuan monk to build a powerful enough space channel. Wei Zhengyang smiled, "I only know so much, this time the Qiankun Liangyi Great Technique was originally prepared for a sneak attack on the demon clan, but the incident on the Nanjiang side happened suddenly, and it had to be solved as soon as possible, so I brought the positioning jade pendant over, as for the other side, ......"

Wei Zhengyang narrowed his eyes, revealing a dangerous aura on his body, "There are already quite a few monks waiting to come over." ”

The middle-aged Taoist priest held the dust in his right hand, pointed to the ground with his left hand, the aura was mighty down, the positioning jade pendant instantly brightened, and the jade pendant soon floated up on the nine days of gossip, each of the four sides had four elephants guarding the palace, the two intersecting Xuanji Yi rotated quickly in the sky above the aura gossip, the middle-aged Taoist priest waved the dust again and again, and played a wisp of spiritual light into the Xuanji Yi, and he took out four big tripods from his body, and threw them to the east, west, north and south respectively, to suppress the aura of the nine days gossip.

Gradually, another aura emerged, it was even more powerful, and the moment it appeared, it caused a great stir in the aura of this place, and the middle-aged Taoist priest flew back, relinquishing the lord of this place to the newcomer.

A light gate floated on the Nine Heavens Bagua, and a hand pierced through the void and poked out from between the light gates.

"Open!" the man shouted, and most of his hand reached out, knocking the light door open completely.

Half of the man was exposed outside the light gate, half of it remained in place, and with a flick of his flick, a tower flew straight into the sky, hanging above the clearing, falling down with a misty spiritual light, protecting the gossip of the nine heavens.

The light gate began to stabilize, and the man retreated.

Soon, some monks flew out of the light gate, the king of Nanjiang stared at them nervously, some people wore the worship clothes of Tianji Pavilion, some people wore the clothes of unknown sects, and some people wore Taoist robes and Buddha clothes, after they came out, they all scattered and stood, when they saw Wei Zhengyang, they all bowed their hands, obviously they all knew this hot Wei family son, and as more and more monks came out, the king of Nanjiang finally saw some familiar figures.

They were wearing Xingyue Dao robes, with stars behind them, a crescent moon hanging upside down on their chests, and their faces were full of murderous intent.

The people of the Star Moon Sect actually came?

King Nanjiang was slightly startled, and suddenly felt that this matter might not be so easy to end, there were already six or seven hundred monks who came over, including many Zhushen and Tian Yuan's overhaul, looking at the posture of Tianji Pavilion, it seemed that he was planning to defeat the traditional faction in one fell swoop.

The monks gathered more and more, there were more than a thousand people, they were hanging in the air, looking up at the battle not far away, the soul refining sect master over there suddenly let out a long roar, he also sensed the chaotic monk aura here, and smashed his palm towards this place, thousands of lonely souls rushed out fiercely, and roared angrily, "You Tianji Pavilion really want to fight to the death?"

"Amitabha, isn't the donor still lucky?" Jianhong dropped a Buddha finger from the sky, stopping the palm of the Soul Refining Sect, and he smiled at the corner of his mouth, "The donor's opponent is me, don't forget." ”