Chapter 138: The Battle of Guiyuan
The void roared, the Dao boat glowed, Su Changqing wore a grimace mask, standing solemnly on it, his robe hunting, full of evil spirits, terrifying.
Nu'er stood quietly behind Su Changqing, drowsy.
At this time, there were fluctuations in the distance, and several figures driving the Dao Boat were coming rapidly.
"Celestial has seen the Lord!"
The first to arrive was Ling Weng, who was dressed in a lily coat and wore a hat, bowing to Su Changqing.
Su Changqing nodded, did not speak, but looked not far away.
I saw a monk in sackcloth and a middle-aged man in black with a long sword coming quickly.
The two of them are Buddha Tu and Sword Demon.
"Amitabha, poor monk Buddha Tu, I have seen the Lord!"
"The Sword Demon has seen the Lord!"
The two saluted Su Changqing.
Subsequently, another titled killer came and saluted Su Changqing.
Su Changqing didn't say much, but led everyone to the front.
Two hours later, there was a figure coming rapidly between the mountains in front of him, it was several gold medal killers, and his strength was at the peak of the Five Extremes Realm.
"Lord Qi, the spies have come to report that there is an elder Taishang in the Tianlan Sect who wants to intercept my red leaves!" The gold medal killer stood on the top of a mountain and said respectfully to Su Changqing on the Dao boat.
"Elder Taishang?" Demoiselle and the others looked shocked.
"Lord, let me wait, and remove all obstacles for the Lord." The sword demon was murderous and spoke.
Hearing this, Su Changqing nodded.
Subsequently, Ling Weng and the others drove the boat and hurried away.
These veteran titled killers are powerful in their own right, and they have reached the limit of the Returning Yuan Realm, and they have been hidden for nearly a hundred years, and they have long had a profound background.
After being born, Su Changqing taught them the method of channeling, the picture scroll was so amazing, they memorized it firmly, and visualized it every day, and became more and more enlightened about the psychic realm.
Although he still hasn't broken through the psychic, his cultivation has improved significantly, and even if he is psychic, it's only a matter of time.
The three of them took a few other veteran Title Killers to speed up and rushed directly forward.
Three thousand miles away, several elders of the Tianlan Sect stood on the top of a mountain, the mountains here were majestic, the mountains were steep, and they were five hundred miles away from the Tianlan Sect.
And they will cut down the autumn leaves here.
Yang Jihou's face was gloomy, his hair was mottled, he was dressed in gray, standing on the top of the mountain, looking into the distance, a hundred years ago, he had been suppressed by the Celestial Weng.
In that battle, he lost very badly, and if he hadn't saved his life with a heavy treasure in the end, I am afraid he would have fallen in that battle.
If he hadn't heard about the birth of Silly Weng this time, he wouldn't have been so excited.
For more than a hundred years, that battle has made him linger in his mind, and today he heard that Rong Weng was coming, which made Yang Jihou's state of mind like a pool of stagnant water ripple.
He wanted to fight with Lingweng, beheaded the other party with his own hands, and avenged the revenge of the year.
"Ji Hou, don't worry, we are here, and we will meet them sooner or later."
At this time, another Supreme Elder sensed Yang Jihou's mood fluctuations and said lightly.
"I understand!" Yang Jihou's beard trembled slightly, and his deep eyes stared into the distance.
Suddenly, his gaze shrank, and he only felt a fluctuation in the void in the distance, and it seemed that a light was diffusing from it.
Immediately after, a Dao boat appeared in his sight.
The second, third......
In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen Dao boats filled the void, and the terrifying power was annihilated in all directions.
"Demoiselle!"
Yang Jihou's eyes shrank, and when he saw the man in the cloak on the first Dao boat, his eyes turned red.
A hundred years ago, Le Weng overwhelmed him, and a hundred years later, seeing him again made him instantly burst into emotions.
"It's you, it's really you!"
In Yang Jihou's eyes, there was no one else except Rong Weng, he stared at the other party deadly, and his fighting spirit exploded instantly.
"Season, calm down!" A Supreme Elder spoke in a deep voice.
His face was gloomy, looking at the dozen or so Dao boats flying in the distance, his eyes were extremely solemn.
On top of these dozen Dao boats, there was a figure, all of them were powerful, and their bodies fluctuated strongly, filled with a monstrous murderous aura.
Title Killer!
These dozen or so are all long-known killers.
When the people of the Tianlan Sect observed the Red Leaf Killer, more than a dozen Dao boats had already arrived here.
There was a hint of coldness on the old man's face, he looked at the people of the Tianlan Sect and said, "You old guys are really not dead yet!" ”
"Demoiselle, you finally appeared, and the old man will definitely kill you today! Shame on you! ”
"You are?" Demoiselle frowned, his face puzzled.
"Demoiselle, you deceive people too much!" Yang Jihou was furious.
He hated the other party to the core, and the other party didn't have any impression of him, which made him feel a sense of frustration.
"Come to think of it, are you Yang Jihou?" Demoiselle's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Haha, Yang Jihou, the Yang Jihou who was almost nailed to the ground by me back then."
"How's it going, how have you been all these years?" Demoiselle laughed like an old friend.
"You're looking for death!" Yang Jihou was furious, the monstrous anger burned, and the strength around him was surging and fluctuating strongly.
"Today, you Hongye offended my Tianlan Sect, the sin is unforgivable!"
"Amitabha, a few donors, why are you so excited, we just want to go to Tianlan Sect as a guest, don't be angry!"
At this time, the Buddha Tu's face showed compassion, and he was kind and kind-eyed, like a monk.
"The monks are compassionate, fighting, killing and killing, which hurts the peace of heaven!"
As he spoke, Buddha Tu raised the rusty big knife in his hand and slashed towards a Supreme Elder opposite!
"Bald donkey, you dare to sneak attack!"
The Taishang Elder's expression changed, he quickly retreated, and hurriedly sacrificed a weapon to fight with the Buddha Tu.
But Buddha Tu took the lead and took the lead, and the other party was directly suppressed.
Buddha Tu slashed one after another, directly leaving the opponent powerless to fight back, and could only be forced to defend.
The expressions of everyone in the Tianlan Sect changed, judging from the current battle situation between the two, the strength of the Buddha Tu was far superior to that of the Supreme Elder of the Tianlan Sect.
This made everyone's hearts tremble, especially the few Supreme Elders, who boasted of being powerful and had a profound background, and they had already cultivated the Guiyuan Realm to the extreme, and there was no way to advance.
But now, after seeing the strength of Buddha Tu, they suddenly discovered that the original Guiyuan Realm could still be so strong.
"No, their strength doesn't seem to be normal, it's not exactly the power of the Returning Yuan Realm, in them, I actually feel the slightest psychic aura." At this time, a Supreme Elder spoke.
"Could it be that they're already psychic?"
"Quite possibly!"
Hearing this, the expressions of several Supreme Elders changed suddenly.
Psychic!
That's a level they can't reach, but Momiji, what is the situation?
"Yang Jihou, why don't you make a move? Aren't you going to be ashamed? At this time, Le Weng smiled slightly and spoke.
Hearing this, Yang Jihou's expression changed, and before he saw Ling Weng, he had thought about cutting Ling Weng under his feet countless times.
But now, after seeing the strength of Buddha Tu, he felt a little empty in his heart, he had been practicing hard for more than 100 years, and now he was out of the customs, and he was not the opponent of the other party.
You must know that these three people were the first in line, and although Buddha Tu and Sword Demon were also powerful, they were still slightly inferior to Demoiselle.
Now that the Buddha Tudu is so powerful, you can imagine how strong it should be.
"Don't be arrogant!" Yang Jihou's face was gloomy, no matter whether he could kill Ling Weng today or not, this battle was inevitable.
As he spoke, he let out a low cry and rushed directly to Demoiselle.
At the same time, all the Guiyuan Realms that Tianlan Sect came to this time made a move, killing everyone in the red leaves.
"It's good to come, the sword of this seat is already hungry and thirsty!" The sword demon snorted coldly and swung his sword to meet it.
Red leaves, these veteran title killers, had all watched the picture scroll that day, and they already had a very clear psychic idea in their hearts.
Their strength has been greatly improved, and as soon as they make a move, they have already gained the upper hand.
"Supreme Elder, why are they so strong?" A contemporary elder of the Tianlan Sect exclaimed.
He is a Returning Yuan Realm, but in front of these Returning Yuan Realms of Red Leaves, he is not a level at all, he is completely pressed and beaten, and he may fall if he is not careful.
"Today, no matter what, we have to keep them out of the Tianlan Sect, the prestige that my Tianlan Sect has built for thousands of years in the Yan Land will definitely not be buried!" A Supreme Elder said with a gloomy face.
They have been in the sect for hundreds of years, and they have already merged with the Tianlan Sect, and they will not hesitate to die for the sake of the Tianlan Sect.
"Yes!" Many elders said in a deep voice.
They all broke out in cultivation and fought with the people of Momiji.
While!
The fishing rod in his hand waved, waving in bursts of ripples, although the momentum was not loud, but it burst out with terrifying power.
Yang Jihou's face was solemn, and at this time, facing Ling Weng, he really understood that Ling Weng was powerful, and the other party seemed to have a spiritual light, and his understanding of the cultivation path had changed.
"Yang Jihou, you were defeated by me a hundred years ago, and a hundred years later, the old man will give you a chance to take revenge, but you are useless!" Demoiselle sighed.
As he spoke, he swung his fishing rod and whipped it directly at the other party.
"Poof!"
Yang Jihou coughed up blood and flew out upside down, his face was shocked, he really couldn't understand why the other party was so powerful, they were obviously the limit of the Returning Yuan Realm, why was the other party's attack methods so powerful?
"Demoiselle, you can't be so strong, what have you been through all these years?" Yang Jihou was unwilling.
"If it was half a month ago, maybe you and I would be about the same, but half a month later, you are not my opponent."
Hearing this, Yang Jihou's expression changed, can a person's strength be improved so much in half a month?
And it's still people like them who have reached the limit of cultivation, and if they don't break through the psychic, their strength can skyrocket?
"All of this is a gift from the Lord, and we have waited for this kind of creation!"
"Lord? The Lord of Autumn Leaves? Qingdi? ”
Yang Jihou was shocked, and there were rumors in the cultivation world that the current Red Leaf was integrated by the Green Emperor, and the Green Emperor was the new Lord of the Red Leaves.
But for the Qing Emperor, they don't know much, this person is very mysterious, they only know that he beheaded Murong Tian, the elder of the Tianlan Sect that day.
After that, there was no news of the Green Emperor.
At this time, it seems that the reason why this Red Leaf Man is so powerful is because of the Green Emperor?
At this moment, a boat roared in the distance, everyone's expressions changed, and they suddenly looked over, only to see a person wearing a dark robe and a grimace mask standing quietly on it.
Qingdi?
Everyone in the Tianlan Sect was shocked.
"The Lord has arrived, don't waste time, hurry up and deal with these people!" Demoiselle spoke in a low voice.