Almost at the same time as the words fell, the middle-aged man's complexion changed suddenly, and then his hands were sealed without hesitation.

When he turned into confetti again and escaped the attack from Hebo, the middle-aged man who reappeared in shape no longer had the idea of persuading and bewitching him in his heart.

Obviously, the other party has made up his mind to keep himself.

His expression sank, and killing intent began to appear in his eyes, but before he could make any movements, he saw six heavy water beads rising, intertwined with each other, and actually imprisoned the void within a radius of dozens of zhang.

Then the middle-aged man saw that a sword light flashed away, and then a few more artifacts appeared in Hebo's hand.

That is the magic weapon that the other party has spent more than 300 years nuving!

From the county order Zhang Qingyang, Ji Yuan deity, who took the magic weapon, turned into a sword light again, and disappeared into the void in an instant.

Six heavy water beads sealed the void, obviously it was impossible to do the same for themselves.

The next moment, a phantom of a long river appeared out of thin air, and the sound of the river rushing sounded at the same time.

The middle-aged man didn't have time to think about it, waved his hand and punched out pieces of confetti, which turned into various beasts in the air, and stepped away towards the phantom of the long river falling overhead.

At the same time, he took a deep breath, and the villains shook off from his sleeve robe, and as the mana was infused into it, he immediately swelled to the size of an ordinary person, and released the breath of the middle and late stages of the second realm.

There are a total of eighteen paper figures, forming a formation in mid-air at the moment, but they are all at the level of the second realm, but they have steadily blocked the artifact that has turned into a phantom of the long river!

However, in Hebo's hands, there is far more than just this artifact, for more than three hundred years, it is enough for him to cultivate several artifacts in good condition with the power of incense.

At this moment, an ever-bright lamp rose and suspended above his head, and under the swaying firelight, a blazing tongue of fire swept out!

Standing more than ten zhang away, Ji Yuan silently watched the fighting methods of the two sides, except for blocking the void with six heavy water beads, there was no other action.

From time to time, he swept his gaze away, with a thoughtful look on his face.

The five gods led by the Chenghuang of Liyang City, plus Zhou Wentao and the worship of the fallen body, there are a total of seven existences above the Three Realms.

If you count the demon path dormant in the city, there are eight Three Realms in the small Linfu County, even for some powerful sects, it is a force that cannot be ignored.

But just like this, it is not enough for a river god to come to the door twice as a doppelganger to warn.

Fuyuan River is in the territory of Lingyang Mansion, and the scale is enough to rank among the top three, and the water god among them, although he has inherited the throne for only hundreds of years, his strength is indeed well-deserved, and he can be among the best among many landscape gods.

Although I don't know too much, the information I got from Lin Yubai, this righteous god of Fuyuanjiang, will not be transferred out of the top five.

To allow this kind of existence, to come to the door twice as an incarnation to warn, and finally stay in the Hebo Temple, it is obvious that it cannot be done with only eight Three Realms.

In other words, here, there should be a great monk at the Jindan level.

Or a scourge of the same level of threat!

However, as far as the current situation is concerned, Ji Yuan has not found any more powerful power.

Even in his perception, the catastrophe in Linfu County is slowly dissipating, which means that soon things will pass, and nothing will happen.

Is it all coming to an end?

Ji Yuan's eyes were slightly gloomy, and he wondered if someone had covered up the calamity, but those who had such means were at least the great cultivators of the Jindan Realm.

It's just a few three realms, it's not enough for a Jin Dan to exist like this, and you can wipe them all out with a flip.

So...... What is the problem?

Just as his mind was racing, he guessed all that was possible.

Dozens of miles away from Linfu County, two figures were standing in the sky high in the sky.

One of them was in the appearance of a middle-aged man, dressed in a strange set of robes

The face is embroidered with the sun, moon and stars, as well as flowers, birds, fish and insects, etc.

Standing opposite it was a rosacea old man with a big gourd on his back, exuding a strong smell of wine and danxiang.

This old man is the palm peak of the Nine Xuanmen Heavenly Ding lineage, and he is also the only Dan Dao Grandmaster in the entire Lingyang Mansion.

Compared with its own sect, its reputation is even louder, and in the entire Dayu Dynasty, there are few forces that will not know, after all, in the vast territory, there are only three or four people who can have the achievements of the Dan Dao.

"For the sake of a few disciples, I don't hesitate to break the balance of hundreds of years."

Staring at the roadblock in front of him, the middle-aged man sighed, "Is it worth it?"

Tianding Peak Peak Peak Wei Ying smiled: "It's not worth it, the so-called big picture, we have already been unpleasant to the eye for a long time."

It's just that hundreds of years ago, because of the self-reliance portal of the Xuantian lineage, the vitality of the Nine Xuanmen was greatly damaged, and there was no extra strength to be involved in this matter.

Now that there are masters in the sect, the background is comparable to that of a strong sect, even if there are no disciples, by chance, the Jiuxuanmen will have a chance, and they will find an opportunity to do what they failed to do at the beginning.

"One thing I don't understand, since you've decided to do it, why do you want a bunch of juniors to toss?"

The middle-aged man gave up his intention to persuade, and instead asked leisurely.

Hearing this, Wei Ying took off the small gourd on his waist, took a big sip of wine, and when his eyes fell, he seemed to be able to see a group of young disciples dozens of miles away.

"It's always up to them to go through something and make their own choices."

The old man smiled and said, "Those of us who are elders should just support it in other places, otherwise how can we let this group of boys grow up?"

At least for the Nine Xuanmen, they don't need a group of disciples who have no ability and ability to cultivate but have problems with their hearts, and they prefer descendants with both character and ability compared to many other sects and forces.

After all, cultivating this kind of thing, taking a lot of resources and piling it up, can always pile it up, but it is a qualified character and so on, if you don't teach it well in the early stage, you can't change it later.

And if they have a body of cultivation, but they don't have enough ability, even if they old guys accumulate more family funds, they will be defeated one day.

"Are you really decided?"

There was silence for a long time before the middle-aged man spoke again.

As his words fell, Wei Ying said slowly: "While our old bones can live for another one or two hundred years, let's take care of everything first, and this group of little guys in the province will be anxious by then."

Middle-aged people naturally know what the other party means by this sentence.

Now the Nine Xuanmen has been passed down for a total of three generations, the first generation of founders has long since died, and now the second generation of disciples is presiding over the sect, and the current disciples in the door are the third generation who have not yet grown up.