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A burst of light flashed, and a group of figures appeared in place, all of them stopped to watch, with different expressions.

Here, the five-colored sky light is uncertain, the ban is sideways, and the qi is disordered. A hundred miles ahead, wisps of green smoke fell from the sky, forming an illusory whirlwind. The wind is soothing, but it is boundless, not only blocking everyone's way, but also sealing another strange world.

"Master, that's the ...... of the Gangfeng in the sky" The person who asked was a middle-aged scholar, dressed in a plain green robe, with three locks of light hair and flowing hair, elegant demeanor and calm bearing.

The leader of these dozen or so people is a man who also looks like a Confucian student, with eyebrows and sideburns, a clear face and a restrained look, and a light-colored cloud robe to show the extraordinary identity. Hearing this, he smiled and said, "Walking through the land of 'Five Nine' to come here is just approaching the threshold of the Houtu Fairyland. And passing through the gate of the Heavenly Gangfeng and entering Hoututa Mountain can be regarded as a real entry into the house! Hehe! What will happen in the end, the opportunity is ......determined by heaven" He spoke easily, raised his hands and raised his feet to be natural, and he had his own superior demeanor.

The two people who spoke were Wen Xuanzi and his apprentice Ning Yuan. The more than ten people who accompanied him were all disciples from Xiazhou and Shenzhoumen.

"However, now is the time when the wind is fierce in the sky, and we must wait for the opportunity!" Wen Xuanzi said, so that he could sit cross-legged on the spot. The rest of the people suddenly pressed the curiosity in their hearts and rested nearby.

Ning Yuan stayed by the master's side, couldn't help but look around, and said to himself: "This sky Gangfeng seems to be illusory, but it is profound, but I don't know what kind of situation it is......"

"This gang wind is not only dangerous, but also has the ability to shield the divine sense, which is 100,000 miles in circumference, and another heaven and earth, which is by no means ordinary......" Wen Xuanzi has a gentle temperament and is willing to solve doubts and doubts for his disciples.

Ning Yuan said with some regret: "Senior sister is very smart, but she missed this opportunity...... "He has a deep friendship with his junior sister Wenxin, and he can't forget each other when he has benefits.

Wen Xuanzi shook his head and chuckled: "There are countless opportunities in life, how can you stick to one time and one place! And the fairyland opens every one hundred and sixty years, thousands of monks flock to it, and very few can finally enter Hoututa Mountain!"

Hearing this, Ning Yuan turned around and looked left and right. He was lucky, and after entering the fairyland, he followed the master with several fellow disciples and arrived here smoothly. There were more than 200 monks in Xiazhou, but there were only a dozen left in front of them, and the rest of them were hard to find.

Wen Xuanzi cast a faint glance at the distance, and then directed at Ning Yuan: "This Heavenly Gang Wind will weaken for three days every one and a half months, and you are not allowed to enter the Houtu Realm unless you are at that time. While you waited, you led a few people to the entrance of the 'Five-Nine' land, and the camera answered my disciples in Xiazhou, and paid attention to the movements of each immortal sect......"

Ning Yuan got up and said yes, Wen Xuanzi groaned, changed to a voice and said: "Your master doesn't want Na Lin to die in the fairyland, if you see this person......"

Ning Yuan leaned over to listen, but there was no follow-up. When he was puzzled, Wen Xuanzi looked hesitant, waved his hand lightly and said, "If he can come here alive, and say ......."

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When Wen Xuanzi made a move, one figure after another appeared on the edge of the 100,000-mile valley. In the face of the insurmountable wind in the sky, these monks of the Great and Small Immortal Sects had to wait. However, perhaps the fairyland is in front of you, or there are other plans, and no one can rest at ease......

The exit of the land of the Nine Servals was shrouded in mist. One of them rushed out two figures one after the other, it was Gongliangzan and the Ram Ceremony. The two of them were not curious about the Heavenly Gangfeng, but each unfolded his divine sense and looked into the distance.

After a while, four monks from the late Yuan Dynasty rushed over. The person who came was a disciple of the Gongliang Sect and the Zhenwu Sect, and he was busy visiting the ancestors of each family before he got close.

Gongliangzan silently faced the way he came, and a trace of anger flashed in his wooden and gloomy expression. chased all the way, but there was no trace of the person to be killed. Hmph! I'm either hiding somewhere else or I'm left behind, so I might as well close the net and wait.

Turning a blind eye to the two disciples, Gongliangzan took out a piece of jade slip and threw it out, ordering: "Stay here with the old man, don't let go of those two people......" The other party didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly took the order and said yes. One of the disciples turned and left, apparently to gather men.

Gongliangzan will not give up, but it is expected. However, the Ram Rite had no intention of mixing, but only secretly transmitted a few words of command, and then left the two disciples of the True Martial Sect and went forward.

"You and I should join forces to find those two juniors, ......" Gongliangzan caught up with some dissatisfaction.

The ram saluted and said without looking back: "The disciple was killed, and the two juniors got away with it, and you and I have their own weights...... Noticing that the face of the person who followed him was ugly, he pretended not to see it, and then said: "Since I heard that Baizi wants to kill Lin Yi, I still have to go and ask what happened, and I must not let that kid go......"

Gongliangzan's gloomy eyes moved, and said, "You and I will go together......"

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In a corner of the sky, a group of monks surrounded an old man with gray hair. This person is slender and long, his face is like a knife, his eyes are deep, his majesty is extraordinary, and he sits upright. Standing opposite it was an ancient work of Dao Qimen, with a few drops of cold sweat oozing from his black skin, and his expression was panicked.

"Hehe! In order to hunt him down and kill him, he actually broke more than 30 disciples of my Shuzhou......" The old man put away his long beard and laughed loudly. And his spirit is as light as water, and he doesn't see half a smile.

Gu Zuo was so frightened that he buried his head, and said: "It was the disciple who was eager to seek merit, which caused a catastrophe, and asked the ancestor to forgive his sins!"

The old man raised his eyes, and everyone around him was silent. Seeing the respectful expression of the ancient work in front of him, he bowed his head slightly, and said: "You don't forget the order of the master, do your best to hunt down Lin Yi, and under the death of the twenty-three people in your companions, you can still retreat and come to tell the truth, the old man is very relieved!"

Gu Zuo arched his hands, not daring to say anything.

The old man said in a deep voice: "Those who are brave, resourceful and loyal to the master should be the old man's personal disciples......"

Gu Zuo's body trembled, raised his head in disbelief, and listened to the other party continue: "Those dead disciples are all properly cared for by me, and you will take care of them......"

At this time, Gu Zuo realized that what he had heard was correct, and he couldn't help but be surprised, knelt on the ground, and bowed his head: "Disciple bow to Master...... The disciple was incompetent...... "After exhausting his scheming, he was waiting for this day." What's the use of being a monk in the late Yuan Infant period, if you can't turn into a god, everything is in vain. Kyushu is so big, there are not more than a dozen people who can transform into gods, which shows the difficulty of overcoming that moat. And if there is a master who turns into a god to give guidance, there will be more opportunities to ascend to the sky......

Everyone around them breathed a sigh of relief, and one by one cast envious glances.

The incoherence of the ancient work is reasonable, but the old man said disappreciably: "Although the casualties are serious, it is not your fault...... he paused, as if he remembered something, and said to himself: "I knew this was the case, I should have ended this matter easily! But who would have thought that the unattractive boy was actually the person the old man was looking for, and it was ...... by mistake."

"Master, that kid actually escaped from your old man's hands......" Gu Zuo was surprised.

The old man didn't say anything, waved his hand and ordered: "You go and gather your disciples, pay attention to that kid's movements! With the old man here, he can't escape death...... Gu Zuo took the order and flashed aside, he turned to look into the distance, and slowly stood up. Everyone then noticed it and hurriedly retreated.

A moment later, the two masters of Ram Li and Gongliangzan appeared......

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In the swamp of the Nine Serval Fields, among the extraordinary artemisia grass, Lin Yi's figure slowly appeared. He still looked like an old man, but his expression was calm and wary.

There was no abnormality in the distance, and Lin Yi put away the Four Elephant Banner Array that was used as a hiding form, and breathed a long sigh of relief. Shrunk his head and hid for half a month, presumably the Gongliangzan had been gone far for a long time. However, he has not been idle these days.

As soon as Lin raised his hand, a silver light suddenly flew out of his cuffs, like a dragon, as fast as lightning. With the movement of his fingers, there was a sound of breaking the air, and an invisible wind suddenly swept over a pile of lush artemisia grass in the distance. After a while, the light flickered back to his wrist, and it was a thin silver thread, if there was nothing.

At this time, without warning, the pile of more than ten zhang Fang Yuan suddenly fell down from the waist. Before it reached the surface, it had already become debris and rained down.

The corners of Lin Yi's mouth raised slightly, and a smile appeared in his eyes. Although the means of refining his own weapons are ordinary, the strength of the Jiao tendons that have been cultivated after ten days of work is not bad. He raised his wrist and looked at it, and with the movement of his mind, the tendons as thin as silver threads disappeared.

This Jiaojian is already a magic weapon, more than a hundred times stronger than the previous dragon whip, and it is called 'dragon whip', which is also aptly named!

After some complacency, Lin Yi pinched the magic trick again. I saw that the light around him flashed, and his original appearance gradually changed. After a while, the gray-haired old man was gone, and an elegant middle-aged scholar appeared in place, which was very similar to the appearance of Mr. Ruoshui back then.

Lin held his green hair with one hand, lowered his head and looked at himself, his expression slightly darkened. After he collected his thoughts, he frowned at the clothes on his body. Although it is not as eye-catching as the common cloud robe, it is still eye-catching.

I remember that Zhiniang said that the cloud robe she refined was very extraordinary, and she still needed to experience it carefully and try more to appreciate the wonderful use.

In thoughtfulness, Lin Yi pinched a few tricks. After a layer of brilliance flowed, the cloud robe faded to the last bit of luxury and returned to simplicity, and then transformed into a half-worn moon-white robe. He paced a few steps and nodded in satisfaction. And he suddenly remembered something, raised his hand and touched the bun, and curled the corners of his mouth rather helplessly.

It is not difficult to change the appearance, and the hairpin on the head has not changed, and the bun is as unkempt as ever. The dragon hairpin has long been collected, but there are few spare hairpins, which has become the only flaw in the body.

Lin Yi put away the hairpin on his head and searched for it in the Qiankun Ring again. After a while, a slender object suddenly appeared in his hand. It was seven inches long, as thin as a needle, and flashed with a strange red light.

After a little scrutiny, Lin Yi immediately remembered the origin of this thing.

This is a mang, from the Thundering Valley of Great Xia, and it is a shadow object that sneaks up and kills people.

Lin Yi combed his messy hair, raised his hand and inserted it into the bun as a hairpin. Seeing that there was nothing wrong with Zhou's body, he stepped into the air and flew straight to the end of the Daye Swamp......