When: Seventh year of entry

Location: Taihua Mountain

Event: The Battle of the Martial Forces

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At this time, in front of the main hall of Yuntai Palace on the north peak of Taihua Mountain.

Zilazila~~

The air smelled of burning talisman paper.

There are altars everywhere, in which square tables, sacred cases, incense burners, order flags, gossip mirrors, brushes, paper, wooden swords, as well as ancestral shrines and tributes are set up.

In each altar, there were several Qi Practitioners, and at this time, their voices shook the sky, with urgency and anger, casting all kinds of spells to block the enemies from the same sect and sect.

A Taoist priest scattered paper money, stepped on the seven-star step, the wooden sword led the spiritual light, and the sword pointed at the disciples of the Martial Sect who were rushing over, pinching the trick and reciting the mantra:

"The sky is vast, the earth is vast, the heavenly spirit is the spirit, the earth is the spirit, the disciple respects the Emperor Xiyue and obtains the Golden Heavenly Wish Holy Ancestor, and helps the disciple to cast the spell!"

"Today, an iron siege is erected, and it is invisible in all directions, and the copper wall is ten thousand feet deep, and it is impossible to stand close to this wall......"

Airplanes~~~

An invisible force appeared between heaven and earth, and the group of Martial Sect disciples who rushed here immediately hit the wall, as if there was a once-invisible wall in front of them, and they rushed so fast that they were even hit on the head and bled out.

There were more than a dozen disciples of the Martial Sect, but they were trapped in the ten zhang square circle under their feet.

Such as shortlisted city!

The spell was cast successfully, and the middle-aged Taoist priest on the altar swung his sword again and recited the incantation:

"Tian Hao Hao, Earth Hao Hao, pay tribute to the Emperor Xiyue to attain the Dao Golden Heavenly Wish Holy Ancestor, and help the disciples cast the 'iron railing'"

The sword pointed at the trapped "iron wall" of the disciples of the Martial Sect, and the Taoist priest was sweating profusely and chanting a mantra with a sword:

"I draw a well here, I draw a pit here, I draw a bottomless pit, if someone comes here, stumbles in the pit, the iron and wood thorns are inserted into the body, and the internal organs are pierced mercilessly......"

Spell casting.

The yellow paper burns in the wind, disperses, and turns into a wisp of smoke mana!

The warriors who were trapped in the iron siege city were all empty in an instant, and the originally ordinary bluestone floor turned into a bottomless hole in an instant, and more than a dozen martial arts disciples all fell down.

And then for a moment.

"Ahh "Ahh

A scream appeared under the deep pit, and the blood splattered in the sky, and then the earth closed, and in an instant it became a tomb, burying the lives of more than a dozen warriors.

The middle-aged Taoist priest was panting and sweating profusely, obviously casting such a spell and burying more than a dozen people at a time was also very costly for him.

Yes.

Compared with this advanced Taoist priest of Beifeng's Qi cultivation lineage, the other Taoist priests ended up too miserable.

A loud shout, from the Martial Sect:

"The world's spells are transformed by the innate aura, so they can be broken by the acquired qi, and they are most afraid of blood and filth, and the disciples of the martial arts sect listen to the order, and they don't need to be afraid when they are trapped in the spell, and they can be broken with their own blood!"

Rumble!

Rumble!

It was like a powerful man who stepped on the ground, and the fierce elephant ran wildly, it was a powerful martial artist with a mighty body and a face as cold and hard as a golden stone, and he rushed to the various altars step by step.

"Martial Sect Elder Shi Jianfeng!"

Accompanied by the exclamations and screams of the Qi practitioners of the North Peak among the Dharma Altars, the Taoist priests who had poor Taoist deeds were immediately coerced by the disciples of the Martial Sect who listened to the order, and the blood spattered on the bluestone road, rushed forward, and kicked over one Dharma altar after another.

After the altar is gone.

The qi practitioners before the seventh layer of qi training, except for a few who have practiced magic weapons and rune paper, can still be used, and most of the young qi practitioners have to become people who are powerless to be slaughtered.

"Ahhh......h

Along with the destruction of one altar after another, one Qi practitioner after another was slaughtered.

On the most central altar, a white-haired Taoist priest roared with tears:

"Wu Zong, Shi Jianfeng, our brothers and two bloodlines, do you really want to kill them all today?"

The answer to him was a fist mark that pierced through the air.

Shi Jianfeng looked like a god, his hair was flying, and his whole person seemed to be non-human, where the fist mark passed, the blood qi rose to the sky like a substance, and those spells that were applied to him were all burned by the blood qi and turned into billowing wolf smoke.

"The entrance of life and death, Shi Jianfeng, you actually broke the entrance of life and death!"

The white-haired Taoist priest on the main altar looked at this punch and shouted with a sad expression:

"Could it be that God's will is like this, my Taihua Qi Cultivator is going to die!"

Watch as this punch breaks all of your spells.

In the secular world, officials are divided into nine grades, martial arts are also divided into nine grades, and the same is true for qi training, there are nine layers.

Therefore, the strong man who has stepped into the first grade of martial arts is like the prime minister of the first grade, which can be said to be under one person and above ten thousand.

Today's head of the big competition, the first seat of the two veins and five peaks, all gathered in the Jade Girl Peak, and only the white-haired Taoist priest was left in the north peak, a great elder of the eighth layer of qi training.

Therefore, in the face of the situation where Martial Sect Elder Shi Jianfeng led a large number of Martial Sect disciples to kill him directly, and in the face of this world-famous strongman whose martial arts had reached the first grade, even though he was able to resist one or two with the help of the altar, but with the fact that the altar here in the North Peak was broken one after another, a large number of qi practitioners were killed.

"No, no...... Don't kill them...... They are also your brothers, and they really don't recognize ......."

On the altar, in the face of Shi Jianfeng's fist prints, the white-haired Taoist priest had forgotten his life and death, and his eyes only reflected the qi practitioners who were about to be beheaded under the big swords of the disciples of the Martial Sect under the broken altar, and cried loudly:

"Spare them, spare them, we are a family after all......"

"Four hundred years of Wuzong humiliation, you have been in charge of Taihua Mountain for so many years, crowding out Wuzong, how can you not remember that we are an ancestor, two brothers in a family!"

Shi Jianfeng's fist mark knocked over the altar of the white-haired elder, stepped on it, pointed his fist at the white-haired elder, and a word popped out of his mouth, saying:

"Kill!"

One after another, the big knives were raised high, aiming at the qi practitioners who had fallen into the altar one after another with their hair in a messy bun.

"Ah......h

The white-haired Taoist priest lost his soul and fell to the ground as if he had been drained of all his strength.

The hearts of the qi practitioners were like ashes, and their faces were full of despair and ready to die.

But at this time.

"Definitely!"

Just one word.

It's not loud.

But at this moment, all the voices between heaven and earth were quiet, and only this one word echoed.

It's like a giant god opening his mouth, conveying the will of the Emperor of Heaven and suppressing everything.

Decide!

Decide!

Decide!

Those Martial Sect disciples who were about to drop the blade had a circle under their feet, and their bodies seemed to be overwhelmed by Mount Tai, and they couldn't move again.

Protrusions.

Shi Jianfeng looked in astonishment.

The white-haired elder also looked at the dozen or so Martial Sect disciples who were immobilized in disbelief.

"Root Method!"

Shi Jianfeng squinted his eyes and looked at where the voice came from, a young and thin Taoist priest walked step by step:

"There is no need to arrange the altar, there is no burning rune paper, and there is no way to use the body, just with one word, the spell is cast, this is the strength to cast a spell out of thin air when the mana appears in the body at the seventh level of qi training. I didn't expect that under Tian Daoxuan and a few elders, there would be a genius like you in the Beifeng Qi Sect, what is your name? ”

"My name is Chen Bai."