There are five halls and seventy-three peaks in the inner gate of Taixuan.

In the past thousand years, the torture hall has been powerful, but it has not won the hearts of the people in the inner gate.

It's just because the current master of the torture hall is too domineering and strong, and he stretches out his hands everywhere, taking advantage of his power, his eyes and ears are all over the Taixuanmen, and he has interfered in the change of power in many peaks many times.

The little thing between Li Xuanzhen and Ren Zai is actually just a microcosm of the overall situation.

By now, the contradiction has reached the point where it is on the verge of erupting.

Therefore, the master of the torture hall decided to take the lead and wipe out all those who dared to oppose him.

As for the head patriarch of Taixuanmen, whether Taixuanzi will intervene or not, this possibility is about equal to zero.

The disciples and disciples who followed Taixuanzi to open the sect together have been dead for thousands of years, and now the Taixuanmen is up and down, to put it bluntly, none of them have a real friendship with Taixuanzi.

And Taixuanzi himself has not appeared in Taixuanmen for thousands of years.

In this situation, as long as the basic plate of Taixuanmen itself is not destroyed, and the mainland is chaotic, Taixuanzi will not intervene.

The basic plate of Taixuanmen··· Isn't it Taixuanzi himself?

Boom... ！

The arc spread in the clouds, and the black clouds seemed to crush the ancient Taixuan Mountain Gate.

The furious thunder above the nine heavens was absorbed by the golden rune.

And the barrier turned into a golden rune blocked the entire Taixuanmen.

The supernatural power hovered over the heads of all the disciples of the Taixuanmen.

At this moment, in the face of the power and pressure of annihilation, people can suddenly become enlightened.

It turns out that compared with such great power, the so-called scheming, interests, conspiracy calculations, and ghost tricks are all bullshit.

Absolute power, able to easily crush everything.

Under the power of the brilliant sky, they can only prostrate on the ground, feeling powerless.

At this moment, Lin Xi felt a little powerless.

No matter how complete his plan is, there are always more changes than planned, and they can be caught off guard.

Glancing at Trumen, who was close at hand, Lin Xi had no doubt that if things reached the most dangerous point, he might tear up his agreement with Lu Sheng and them, directly kill Trumen, take out the Horcruxes, and ask the Crazy City Lord for help.

In the small courtyard, everyone in the program group from southern Xinjiang was still talking quietly at first.

But as the black clouds overwhelmed the city, the constant footsteps, screams, and figures passing by the sky became less and less, and the smell of blood blowing along the wind in the air became stronger and stronger, and everyone stopped talking.

On the whole, southern Xinjiang is relatively peaceful.

Even when there was killing and fighting, it was hidden beneath the surface of calm.

The killings, civil strife, and bloody bloodshed of Chiguoguo like this, without the slightest warmth, and fighting, were something that many of them had never experienced.

Bang bang bang!

The formation that was guarding the small courtyard shook for a while.

It seems that there is the aftermath of the battle, and it keeps sweeping over.

The division commanders of several sects hurriedly took out their talismans and waved their hands into the protective formation to strengthen their defenses.

After a while, the sound of killing seemed to have completely subsided.

The thunder in the sky became more dull and rapid.

The flickering electric light shone on everyone's face, showing a miserable white color.

Except for the sound of thunder, everything is silent.

Twenty minutes later, with the permission of Ouyang Mingjing, a staff member of the program team quietly stepped out of the formation, opened the door of the small courtyard tremblingly, and looked out.

Then he sat down on the ground, kicked his feet straight and moved back.

This staff member, by all means, is also a monk at the pinnacle of foundation building, of course... Because of the social environment, I haven't experienced real battles, and I can't even use combat spells, and I refine some spells such as light and shadow and vision.

Even so, his reaction at the moment was really a little sorry for his cultivation.

After Lin Xi asked Ou Yangmingjing for instructions, he slowly walked to the door.

Several photographers have already reacted, each carrying the machine and following along.

The thick blood mist outside the gate has enveloped the entire mountain city outside the outer gate.

The corpses that no one collected all over the ground just fell cold and bloody on the side of the street, in any corner.

Yesterday's prosperity seemed to be blown into last night's dream with that gust of wind, and then dissipated into the wind with the dream, as if it had never existed.

Crackling!

An electric arc penetrated the protective array of the Taixuanmen Gate and hit the five-story attic in the distance.

The raging fire began to spread rapidly.

Suddenly, Lin Xi's complexion changed greatly.

He hurriedly closed the door and pulled back the two photographers who were following closely behind him.

Above the sky, something pierced through the thick clouds, as if it was about to reach out.

Fireball!

It's a huge, meteorite-like fireball.

A large number of fireballs even tore apart the Taixuanmen's mountain protection array, as well as the arc barrier transformed by the golden rune.

Someone has used it, and in the mountain gate, it is never allowed to use the forbidden law.

This kind of large-scale destructive, lethal spell is actually not very effective in a one-on-one head-to-head battle.

However, its role was not originally intended to be used in combat.

Instead, it is used to flip the table.

When the fireball hits.

The thunder roared even more rapidly.

The arcs were hooked into chains, and the chains turned into huge nets.

The huge power grid engulfed most of the fireball.

But there were still some smashed into the undulating Taixuanmen.

For a moment, the sky shook, as if the whole mountain was about to be turned upside down and collapsed.

Everything that could be seen with the naked eye was destroyed by this extremely destructive fireball.

The formation protection supported by everyone in the southern Xinjiang program group was rubbed into a creaking and crunching sound, as if it could be completely shattered at any time.

The division commanders of all factions did their best and did not dare to have any reservations.

The other cultivators, under the mobilization of the 'leader', each used their own strength to join the defense of the formation, providing it with a little bit of strength.

Everyone is working together to get through this together.

Bang!

The ground collapsed, and everything around it was turning into ashes except for everything in the formation's defenses.

When the dust cleared, and the lightning thundered, only ruins could be seen.

"It's all the same door, is it necessary to fight like this? Is there anything that can't be solved by sitting down and negotiating?" In the ruins shrouded in the formation, a disciple who participated in the show couldn't help but whisper.

There was a tremor in his voice.

He was afraid.

"This is... Hokuriku!" The division commander beside him said in a complicated tone. Compared with their disciples, these great monks who have traveled the world in the early years are much more 'decent', although their faces are equally ugly, but at least... I will not show my worries and fears so directly and obviously.

Southern Xinjiang and Northern Continent are two completely different development models.

If not, there is a real immortal boss supporting it.

With the differences between these low-level disciples below, Southern Xinjiang will lag behind Beilu by a large margin. Perhaps, the war of aggression has been fought, I don't know how many times.

How much so-called prosperity in southern Xinjiang will be trampled under the iron blood and ferocity of the Beilu monks.

Those superficial prosperity, for cultivators... Are there any real benefits?

The bustling city, the continuous TV series, movies, variety shows, all kinds of theoretical luxuries, and the waste that has no practical cultivation value... These are just pacifiers that make people content with the status quo and can't see the real thing.

They drain the ambition of most ordinary people, so that those ordinary cultivators who do not have more cultivation resources and cannot rise to a higher level are willing to accept the status quo and honestly serve and work for a small group of people in the upper class.

Even if there is ambition and ambition, it will run wild in the wrong direction.

In contrast, Hokuriku's style seems to be very primitive and simple.

However, contradictions are exposed to the sun, and those who have ambitions, ideas, and are not willing to be ordinary can at least have a desperate struggle in the right direction.

And in southern Xinjiang, perhaps a person's lifelong dream from the beginning... It's a dead end by mistake, but it's just a joke made by the 'big guys'.

They indulge in its prosperity, and at some point, they can completely outlaw it and extinguish the dreams of countless people.

Destroy everything.

It's like thunder hitting the wind, and lightning shattering dreams.

When the wind blows, everything is like smoke, and there is nothing.

Tick · ！

Tick · ！

The humid air, mixed with rain like beans, fell sparsely.

Then, in a gust of wind, the originally sparse raindrops became dense and rapid.

The heavy rain enveloped the mountains and rivers, washing both the dust and the smell of blood in the air, and the fire that spread between the mountains was contained, perhaps it was the mercy of the heavens?

It's just that the killing exposed and publicized under the rain curtain is still blooming with demonic blood.

Innocent or innocent, still dying in this heavy rain.

Everyone in the program team stood in the rain curtain embarrassedly and innocently, supporting the crumbling formation protection, looking around in surprise, almost everyone felt cold all over their bodies.

In the distance, from time to time, a strong spell light erupted.

Those with good eyesight can still see that among the distant mountains, there are monks from Taixuanmen, who are fighting to the death.

Their mutual conquest is fierce and vicious.

A monk covered in pus and covered with strange poisonous sores was piercing the head of a fellow monk with his inexplicably growing fangs.

The sword cultivator who was controlling the sword light was covered with poisonous needles, and he killed an old monk who had already lost all his limbs step by step.

On the imaginary Dharma platform in the air, several Dharma cultivators, waving flags, kept casting spells on the surrounding monks, and their own bodies repeatedly dried up, and several kinds of backlash erupted at the same time.

"Isn't there anyone in charge?"

"If this continues, the entire Taixuanmen will collapse!" In the program group, a disciple who was fashionably dressed, young and handsome, and had recently attracted countless fans by relying on his appearance, trembled with his calves, and couldn't help but say.

"How so?"

"Since resources are limited, and disciples also need to be selected from the best lists, wouldn't such a civil strife be a good time to reduce the burden?" Lin Xi's words were cold and cold, making people shudder to hear them.

This may be a 'lie, but not the truth'.

But many people inexplicably listen to their hearts and exude a negative emotion called fear.

The thunderbolt shattered their fragile pride.

And the heavy rain dripped the cruelty of this world into their hearts that were originally full of innocence and dreams.

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