The river breeze on the shore is fierce, and the deep black reefs are dotted in the river, and the strange rocks are craggy, and the current is swirling, either smooth or turbulent, and occasionally there are calm bends in the water, reflecting the scenery in the sky.

The only light in the dark night haze.

The man in white and gold armor rose into the sky, like a white star in the dim night, scorching with brilliance, and the group of cultivators in the north hesitated for a moment, and raised their eyes one after another.

"Bian Yan Li Xuanfeng..."

Not all of the group cultivators are scattered cultivators and there are no masters, but they are all silent and dormant, quietly waiting for something, everything along the north and south rivers is strangely quiet, only the sound of the turbulent river remains.

Si Yuanli is also a decisive person, made a decision, and immediately changed his mentality, as if relieved, the sword qi was very ethereal, standing beside Li Xuanfeng, carefully observing.

There are a large number of monks on the north bank, but they are clearly divided into several factions, and the monks of several paths are gradually coming, standing behind them as immobile as a mountain, and in front of them are the clan cultivators who have been recruited from the northern counties, and there is often a mixture of immortals and demons within a clan, which is very complicated.

And the casual cultivators and the small meditation cultivators are obviously much purer, either they are pure cultivation of the Purple Gold Dao, the Demon Dao, or both—they are both Demon Dao anyway, and they are not in conflict, mixed with the Demon Cultivators from all over the world and even from overseas, mixed together.

Si Yuanli looked at it for a while, and vaguely saw some Zhao State flags, and he didn't think it was strange, Zhao Ting had become a puppet of Shi Dao, but it was not like Wu Yue, Shi Dao was recruited and transferred to Zhu Xiu through Zhao Ting, and it looked better in name, he turned to Li Qinghong sideways, and said in a low voice:

"The emptiness, compassion, and happiness of the Buddha are gradually coming, and the north shore is not as chaotic and ownerless as before, and the Buddha likes to take away the luck and fate of this north-south dispute, and he will definitely not give up in a sloppy manner, and he still needs to cheer up."

"Boom!"

His voice fell, the thunder in the clouds rang out twice, the dim dark smoke cloud rose, Li Xuanfeng stood in the air with a bow in the golden light, and the group of cultivators in front of him was stopped by him, and after more than a dozen breaths, he slowly pressed it over.

The white-gold brilliance rippled in the air, and the bright light burst out of it, piercing into the night on the other side, and the man loosened his strings and felt a scroll from his waist.

This scroll is not big, it looks ordinary, but now all the eyes of the north and south are focused on him alone, and the burning eyes suddenly all stop on the scroll, either exploring or suspicious, and everyone's pupils move with the scroll of spiritual weapons.

Li Xuanfeng's gaze also stayed on this spiritual weapon, spiritual sense and mana poured into it, the ivory-colored white hook and buckle untied by itself, and the long scroll suddenly drooped down, and a white color floated out in the air.

Li Xuanfeng personally held this picture scroll, and saw the content at a glance, painting a long picture of the Jianghuai River, stretching for thousands of miles, the scenery on both sides of the bank is rich, and the flying insects, birds and beasts are lifelike, much longer than the river under his feet, and it bends along the way, and has been leading to the East China Sea.

His gaze kept moving along the scroll and fell on the final paragraph:

"Huaijiang Tu, Boye Cui Yan, Zhenghe 317 years."

This picture scroll has just opened, and countless red streamers erupt from it, like fireflies flying and jumping in the air, Li Xuanfeng's voice is slightly hoarse, sonorous and powerful:

"Shangyao Xuanji, Jianghuai Yuyang ......"

His voice only came out of his mouth, and he was immediately sucked into the scroll, and the sky suddenly became bright, and the clouds turned brilliant golden yellow, and a bright light fell from the sky.

Li Ximing's pupils below slowly dilated, and the immortal base in his body seemed to have been mobilized by something, and let out bursts of roars, and a bright brilliance was reflected in his eyes, and he muttered:

"Mingyang..."

In the eyes of tens of thousands of people, a golden color flew out of the picture scroll and fell from the sky, a brilliant color appeared on the soles of Li Xuanfeng's feet, and the river had turned into a bright gold, clear and transparent.

The bright river continued to rush forward, and a shadow faintly appeared below, and after only a breath, a towering pass emerged, breaking through the water and rising into the sky.

This pass stretches endlessly, the texture is complex and bright, the white bricks are exquisitely fit, obviously there are some jade colors, but they are brighter, showing a simple and generous color, rising along the river, and flying along the sky.

"Whoa!"

The heads of the cultivators slowly rose as their eyes rose, and the roaring golden river water flowed down from the pass, like countless golden waterfalls, dazzling and dazzling.

"Ancient Spirit Weapon...[Huaijiang Map]"

A voice from the north muttered, echoing among the cultivators, and it was particularly harsh in the silence.

The sky was dark again, and the man in the white armor stood on the Baizhang entrance that separated the north and the south, like an ancient immortal general, and the white illusion behind him turned into a halo of light, illuminating his side brightly.

All kinds of mysteries rose in Li Xuanfeng's mind, and the two immortal bases received some kind of blessing, and the thick mana rippled out, allowing him to gently suspend in the air, and the [Heavenly Gold Purden] blessed on the surface of his body was even more obvious, domineering and mighty, and the white-gold brilliance was dazzling and dazzling.

"Buzz."

He held the bow, and immediately a Xuan Arrow fell on the string, and the sharp brilliance began to appear on the bow, and the strong Gang Qi spread behind him, dragging out golden streamers, illuminating his face flickering.

"Phew..."

The golden brilliance flashed in the air, and a piece of Zhuji felt that the alarm in his heart was great, and he sacrificed the magic weapon in a panic, and for a time the group of cultivators on the shore stopped, and the magic weapons of various colors rose, red and green, and it was bright.

"Bang!"

The head of a middle-aged monk at the front of the north shore exploded, and the magic weapon in his hand was torn to pieces like tissue paper, falling like rain, and the explosive magic light and qi slammed out, making a violent roar:

"Boom!"

The surrounding group of cultivators retreated one after another, falling like rain, this person didn't even take a move, and was shot in place like this, leaving only a trace of red and rushing into the sky, turning into blood and light.

"Vision... It's dead! ”

The old monk beside him turned pale, trembled, and exclaimed:

"Chun Yubei is dead... Even though he was wounded, it was only an arrow! This doesn't make sense! ”

"I'm also the lord of the county, and I'm like a chicken and a dog in front of this person... What else is there to fight! ”

Before the group of cultivators had time to mourn, the panicked howl rose in their ears again, and five arrows appeared in the hands of the cold man, and the fetal breath and qi training on the soles of his feet, the monks and nuns couldn't see the situation clearly, and they rushed forward, but all the foundation builders took a step back in unison.

"Not good!"

"Boom!"

The intense golden light exploded everywhere, and the old Dao didn't have time to observe which ones were killed or injured, but he saw several black rays of light flying for their lives, and Li Xuanfeng exhaled slightly, and five more arrows appeared on the string.

Lao Dao suddenly felt a chill in his neck, took a step back, and said in horror:

"Why hasn't anyone come forward yet? I have to wait to die! ”

In an instant, the north shore was terrified, and the small repairs on the ground also raised their heads, and the light of the foundation was hidden from time to time, and there were signs of collapse.

On the other hand, on the south bank, a group of monks of all sizes were also shocked, and they all raised their heads to look at Li Xuanfeng in the air, with a look of joy on their faces, and they flew down one by one, each holding a magic weapon.

Li Xuanfeng's body was bright, the arrows in his hands moved lightly, the north finally couldn't hold on, and a monk flew out of the wind, with strong muscles, angry eyes, and shouted:

"Little devil, dare to be presumptuous!"

This monk changed the appearance of the scarcity of Dharma cultivation tools on weekdays, not only stepping on a golden cloud under his feet, but also holding a crescent shovel in his hand, full of bright lines, quite luxurious.

Only then did he ride the wind, and immediately someone followed him, a tall, thin monk with a smile on his face, his left hand flat on his chest, his thumb and index finger pinching a gold ring, without saying a word, and following in a muffled voice.

Li Xuanfeng was blessed by the spiritual weapon on the soles of his feet, and the bright light on his body extended with his every move, not only blessed his body and mana, but also made his spiritual sense spread all over the entire riverbank, he only plucked the strings with cold eyes, and the golden streamer flowed from both sides of his cheeks.

"Buzz!"

Although the two monks called him the devil in their mouths, they were not careless at all in their actions, their faces suddenly became solemn, and the smiles on the faces of the tall and thin monks behind them stiffened, as if they were facing a great enemy.

The golden circle rolled and became larger in mid-air, revealing dense lines on the circle, gushing out misty golden light, and suddenly capturing a little golden boundlessness, the tall and thin monk was suddenly overjoyed, and said:

"Close!"

The riverbank suddenly sounded a dense metal collision sound, making people's ears numb, the tall and thin monk was like a great enemy, and the strong monk hurriedly waved his magic weapon forward, wanting to hit Li Xuanfeng.

After the two monks obstructed, the foundation of the rear finally approached the river bank, and the monks from the north and south suddenly fought violently, and countless brilliance rose from the sky, making bursts of roars.

Li Xuanfeng's arrow was blocked, and there was no change in his expression, he was famous, and the north would naturally send special weapons and monks to target, which was not unexpected.

"Look for death."

This tall and thin monk's strength is not very strong, and it can be seen at a glance that he is a pawn used to tempt, but the magic weapon is a little peculiar, he stepped on his boots, and only raised the string and sneered:

"Go!"

The golden-red arrow in his hand disappeared in an instant, and a golden-red brilliance exploded in the sky, and the golden ring seemed to be slashed head-on, and the mana dissipated into its original form and flew out upside down, and the tall and thin monk first spit out a mouthful of blood, and his eyes reflected the golden-red brilliance.

"Bang!"

Li Xuanfeng's full force blow under the blessing of the Purple Mansion Spirit Weapon was already more than the arrow that was shot at Tang Shidu, the upper body of the tall and thin monk was suddenly torn to pieces, and the lower body remained for a moment, and it was immediately torn away by the Gang Qi, leaving only a golden light to reincarnate north.

Only then did the sturdy monk rush to his side, full of golden runes appeared on the surface of his body, and the crescent moon shovel was like a meteor falling from the sky, bringing up a piece of golden light and smashing it.

"Boom!"

The golden brilliance spread, but I saw a golden-white armor-covered big hand holding this magic weapon, and firmly placed it in his palm, and the white-gold lines on the man's face were intertwined with bright light, rendering his fierce eyebrows and eyes into a heavy majesty.

"By you?"

His lips and teeth closed one by one, and he spat out cold and sonorous words, which insisted on restraining the monk from retreating, echoing in the air like thunder:

"Since Tang Sedu rebelled and was merciful, killing me in the overall situation of the north and south must also be a good opportunity......

Behind the man, there was a circle of bright light rippling, the golden armor was brilliant, the lines on his face were threatening, one hand was flat in front of him, and he held the magic weapon of the strong monk in front of him casually, and his eyes lit up with golden light and threw it to the north.

"Come out!"

The sound was like thunder, rippling in the clouds, attracting everyone's sideways.

Figures appeared around his body, either holding guns and sticks, or holding bottles and rings, with a golden body and a compassionate appearance on his face, and his body was a King Kong body, scattered and scattered, standing in the air, about a dozen of them, and their eyes all stabbed at him coldly.

Their voices resonated in the air, male and female, like thousands of people in unison:

"Bold Demon!"

……

The black-clothed young man emerged from the black smoke, and the talisman in his hand was tightly pinched, penetrating into the group of cultivators on the north bank, going deep into the north, and landing on a small hill in the north.

A big fat monk came on, wearing a robe, and when he saw him, he smiled, and only said:

"Yu Daoyou!"

"Void Mage."

Yu Jiang responded casually, his face was calm and composed, but he was a little absent-minded in his heart, and raised his eyebrows and said:

"How can there be so many immortals and demons under Shi Dao?"

"Huh..."

Falsely laughed twice, and replied:

"Where is this, my Orthodox Church is the most magnanimous and treats everyone equally, how can there be a reason to persecute immortals and demons and not allow others to be unified? After all, Daoyou is in the South China Sea, and I only hear that Da Zhao is the country of interpretation, so I take it for granted..."

He said:

"Although my Da Zhao worships Shi, there are also a lot of people in the two realms of immortals and demons, and I will never touch the county and the suburbs and mountains, only for those who are destined..."

As he said this, he took him to the top of the mountain, and there were already several people in the hall on the top of the mountain, one of whom was dressed in Taoist clothes, and his face was gloomy, and when he heard this from afar, he sneered:

"Isn't it! If there is no demon cultivator, what can I believe in! Li Min is smart! It's just that the demon cultivation is more and more rampant, and the more sincere the faith becomes! Don't you hear that there is hell under the mountain? ”

He glanced at it, recognized Yu Jiang, softened his tone a little, and said casually:

"Daoyou was born in Tanjung Wuluo in the South China Sea, and it is the place where the World Venerable preaches the Tao, and now he has the most demon cultivation, yes or no?"

His words fell into the vain ears, but the fat-headed and big-eared monk was not angry, but only smiled:

"What are these words, we respect his way, and do not interfere with the cultivation in the mountains, they cultivate on their own and enter the demons, eat people and drink blood, provoke the fear of the people, and finally are killed by us, it is the merit of our achievement."

The man in the Taoist robe sneered, but he couldn't say anything, Yu Jiang turned his eyes to see that there was a feminine man on the other side, dressed in a python robe, without saying a word, drinking tea by himself.

Yu Jiang sat down on the side, understanding the other party's intention of inviting him to come, and said coldly:

"Why is the mage so eager to invite me here?"

He smiled vainly and said in a low voice:

"You Maha's pity has lost contact, and it's time for me to figure out what I want... Yu Daoyou can still contact Gao Xiu, can you give us some advice? ”

"What's there to point out about!"

Yu Jiang understood what he meant, but he deliberately didn't break it, wanting to inquire more about it, but got up, pointed to the side of the guide, and said in a cold voice:

"You can't see that to the south? Please let me break the Purple Mansion Spirit Weapon? I can't help but think too highly of me! This matter is troublesome, please be smart! ”

"Definitely! Definitely! ”

The fat-headed and big-eared monk shook his head again and again, and said with a smile:

"The situation changes, how can the layout remain the same?"

"The murderer in the south..."

The monk laughed and replied:

"Of course, it's the fate of my Daoist brothers, and I don't need your fellow Daoists to take care of it!"

Yu Jiang's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, but he saw that the monk was pointing to the north, with a smile on his face, and said in a low voice:

"Daoyou and Qingchi have a grudge, yes or no? The big array of Bian Yan Mountain, only Daoist friends can quickly break it! ”