Chapter 21 Seven Xuanmen

Qinglong and Bailong thought there was news about the whereabouts of the fire unicorn, but it was only the blood stains left by the fire unicorn. At present, the expressions on their faces were clearly: white happiness.

At this time, Qinglong found a red feather not far from the blood stains. He picked it up and looked at it. After a moment, his face suddenly changed greatly and he was stunned and said, "This is the feather of the red feather phoenix. Isn't the fire unicorn killed by the 'Monster King' Duanmu picking flowers? This blood stain is the place where the fire unicorn is buried. No wonder we haven't found the whereabouts of the fire unicorn after looking for half a year.

Bai Long sighed and said worried, "What's wrong with this? Now that 'Jiuyang Lihuozhu' has been taken away by Lianhua Valley, we can no longer melt Wanzai Xuanbing and get the evil sword against the sky."

Red Dragon pondered for a while and immediately said, "Let's hurry back and step up our manpower to guard the tens of thousands of years of Xuanbing. Don't let the people of Lianhua Valley get that evil sword."

The three agreed and left immediately.

"Three people are too casual! Come if you want, and leave if you want. A vicissitudes of life came from the sky and followed the sound. On the top of the tree more than three feet high, there stood a middle-aged man. It was the leader of Taiqing Palace in Tianzhu Mountain.

When Qinglong and Chilong saw the road, they suddenly turned pale and couldn't speak. In the past, He Fanglu fought alone with 600 disciples of the Ghost Fairy Gate and did not fall behind at all. With his own efforts, he wiped out the Fairy Gate overnight. With such a great record, the two of them naturally heard about it.

The White Dragon Envoy looked a little young and arrogant. He disdained He Fanglu, but stepped forward and smiled leisurely: "Since Mr. He doesn't like us to leave at will, let's leave something behind!" By the way, just leave your head."

He Fanglu hummed heavily and said, "Well, three of them come together."

When he spoke, he was arrogant and didn't look afraid. It was clear that he didn't pay attention to these three people.

Qinglong and Chilong knew the power of the road. They quickly stopped Bailong and shouted, "It seems that you can only go through three moves under the emperor, and you dare to act so boldly. You don't know the depth of heaven and earth. Run away quickly."

The meaning of the words shows that the Youao Holy King of the Holy Dragon Sect will also be afraid of where to go and dare not underestimate the enemy.

"Stop talking nonsense and die quickly!" He Fang's road was sober, and his right hand led the sword formula to sacrifice three ancient swords floating three feet in front of him, one blue, one blue and one white, but it was the Sanqing Guanzhen Mountain Sword: Sanqing Sword, ranked four of the ten famous swords.

He Fanglu's sword formula led forward, and the three fairy swords rushed like lightning and attacked the three people.

Bai Longsheng's handsome face was reflected in blue and purple by the brilliant light emitted by the ancient sword. Such a powerful sword spirit was the only thing he had seen in his life, and the frightening expression on his face was unconsciously revealed. At present, the white dragon will no longer underestimate the road, and immediately sacrificed the magic weapon to draw a dragon fan to block the flying sword.

He forcibly took the flying sword and suddenly felt a big shock. At that moment, his arms seemed to be no longer his own, and he was too sore and numb that he was unconscious. If there is a second choice, he will never forcibly take the flying sword, worried that his arm will be broken by the strong sword.

In that room, the wind suddenly rose, and the blue light flashed and the white light flew rapidly. The red dragon and the green dragon each took a flying sword and used all their strength to fight with the flying sword.

The white dragon did not dare to neglect. His right hand quickly led the magic formula and saw a wisp of golden light shining. The dragon fan in his hand was magnified several times, and his fingers were connected to the two white dragon's eyes on the fan.

Wind, clouds, lightning, thunder.

A sound of dragons resounded through the mountains and fields, and two white dragons broke out of the fan and circled in the air, as if to devour everything in the world.

He Fanglu stood at the end of the tree and methodically manipulated the flying sword to fight with three people. He was one against three, and he did not fall behind at all.

In the 20 years of burning the canteen in Sanqing Guanli, He Fanglu has more time to specialize in the Taoism of Sanqing Guan. For every set of methods of Sanqing Guan, every sword formula is mastered and integrated. Its cultivation has been transformed, and his Taoism is unfathomable.

On this basis, he also specialized in the study of Taoist classics, Zhuangzi, Liezi and other Taoist classics, and created the supreme true method "one gasification of the Three Qing dynasties". The achievements in Taoism practice can be said to be ancient and modern, and even surpassed the ancestors of the Sanqing View.

"Five Dragon Sage, but that's all!"

He Fanglu roared harshly, and the real power in his hand suddenly burst out, turning into blue, blue and white light, like the Jiuqu Yellow River, continuously injecting into the Sanqing Sword.

When he said this, Qinglong and other three people were shocked and had not yet reacted, but they saw that the three-color light of the Sanqing Sword was unprecedentedly strong, which made the three of them have no way out, but the light was more brilliant than the sunset in the western sky, as if the whole world was left with the three fairy swords of blue, blue and white.

"Hum!"

Sanqing swords suddenly made a rapid buzzing sound. In the light of the brilliant fairy sword, a star light flashed out. The light was weak, but it shone brightly. The starlight seemed to have endless sucking power, devouring the light of the fairy sword emitted by the Sanqing sword. Only in a moment, the three The brilliant light of the ancient sword was swallowed away.

"Star-absorbing hairpin!" He Fanglu just reacted and saw the four rays of red, white, blue and yellow flying towards the north.

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Zhongzhou.

Crossing the prosperous land of the Central Plains, Yan Ji followed a group of holy dragon disciples to the land of 100,000 barren mountains in the northwest of the Central Plains, just like the 100,000 barren mountains in the south of Jianghuai, which are sparsely populated and poor.

In such an environment, stealth tracking is extremely easy to be found. Fortunately, Yan Ji's vision is sensitive and his body is light. He keeps a long distance from a group of disciples of the Holy Dragon Sect. He can also see their whereabouts and follows them far away and has never been found by them.

The disciples of the Holy Dragon Sect talked and laughed all the way, but never mentioned any clues that were helpful to Yan Ji. Only from their words, they learned that this group was a branch of the Holy Dragon Sect. The disciple of Ying Longtang, led by the middle-aged man named Zhu Meng, was a leader.

Walking to a hill, Zhu Meng, a middle-aged man with a red wine gourd hanging around his waist, stopped standing still and no longer moving forward. Looking at his appearance, he seemed to be waiting for someone.

For a moment, a small team of disciples of Yinglongtang came over. After meeting with this team, the two sides talked and laughed.

The disciple of this team is headed by a middle-aged man, about 27 or 28 years old, with a long face, thin sword eyebrows and thin lips, and a light blue shirt. Between his eyebrows, he seemed to reveal an unspeakable sadness. He is burly and half a head taller than his face.

When Zhu Meng saw the blue-shirted man, he immediately went forward and smiled, "Brother Luo, how did you get from the destruction of the 'Seven Xuanmen' this time?"

The man surnamed Luo smiled twice, then regained his cold face and said lightly, "I have gathered more than 30 people. I plan to go back today to rectify for two nights and attack the Seven Xuanmen Hall the day after tomorrow. They are just a group of rabbles, and it won't take much."

Zhu Meng smiled and praised, "That's not true. Over the years, Brother Luo, you have attacked the four directions for us. You are invincible and invincible. How many times have you failed?"

The man surnamed Luo was praised by him and was unmoved. He just smiled softly, but said nothing.

"Receivation? It is to take the prisoners under their door and use them for them. Yan Ji whispered this sentence and suddenly had an idea in his heart.

If you follow them into the nest of the magic religion like this, it will be easy to find out and cause trouble. It's better to pretend to be a prisoner, and then sneak into their nest and become their disciples, so that it is easier to find out the master's prison.

They will attack the General Hall of Qixuanmen in two days. Only if they find the General Hall of Qixuanmen is located, and then become disciples of Qixuanmen in the chaos of fierce battle and pretend to be captured by them, they can successfully sneak into the nest of the demon religion.

Thinking about everything, Yan Ji finally gave up tracking, spent a day and a night, and finally found the mountain where Qixuanmen was located in the 100,000 barren mountains. Qixuanmen is the last sect of cultivation, and it is practiced by some shallow and simple inferior cultivation methods. In some ways, the disciples of Qixuanmen are no different from the mountain thieves who occupied the mountain.

Yan Ji easily sneaked into the Qixuanmen, stole a piece of Qixuanmen disciples' clothes and changed them on his body. In the room of a Qixuanmen disciple, he found a shallow three-rate practice method. With this set of shallow Qixuanmen Zhenfa, disguised himself as a Qixuanmen disciple, he was bound to muddle through.

It seems that the disciples of the last stream of the true sect such as Qixuanmen are no different from the skills of those mountain thieves. Yan Ji has gone in and out many times, and they are not aware of it at all. This reassures Yan Ji that it is easy for the demon religion to deal with these people. He is bound to successfully pretend as a prisoner and sneak into the nest of the demon sect.

There is a set of metaphysics called "Sleeve Universe", which can hide magic weapons such as fairy swords in the sleeves. Outsiders can't notice the strangeness at all. It is very good that the magic weapon is sacrificed when it is used.

Yan Ji hid the rainbow sword in his sleeve with the magic of "the universe in the sleeve" and hid in the seven Xuanmen, waiting for the attack of the demon religion tomorrow.

I don't know how long it took before the eastern sky appeared white, indicating that the long night was coming to an end, and also heralding the fate of the disciples of Qixuanmen.

As time passed slowly, an orange-yellow light appeared in the eastern sky. Gradually, the orange-yellow light turned into a red morning glow, and a red sun gradually rose, illuminating the whole sky.

The disciples of Qixuanmen do not seem to know their next fate. At this moment, they are still silent and sleeping in. It was not until the three poles on the sun that I saw seven Xuanmen disciples getting up and washing one after another, with slow movements and lazy expressions, without a sense of crisis at all.