Chapter 9 Column of Light

What Feng said at this time can be described as a thunderbolt for Mo Shoucheng. Let him be confused for a moment, and he doesn't know whether to believe it or not.

If what Feng said is true, doesn't it mean that the strength of the practitioners in ancient times is stronger than the practitioners in the current immortal and demon paths? However, such a powerful group of practitioners created the cultivation path of Yuanjia in order to fight against the existence of Baixie.

What exactly is that evil?

"Qingyun Daomen, Xuantian Pavilion, Fengqi Valley, Baiyun Sect, and even the Lianxing Demon Religion in those years have a history of nearly 2,000 years since the establishment of the establishment of mountains. These are all recorded and can be found. But what about before them? Before them, who formed the immortal and demon way and the cultivation world?

Feng raised his eyebrows and said, "There is reason to believe that I also want to know the truth of the ancient war. At that time, the practitioners manipulated huge machine beasts to fight against enemies called Baixie. I want to know the truth, which is an important reason why I agreed to join the ancient demon family.

The machine arm suddenly broke through the air and roared, attacking the wind behind his head. It was Hei Ba who took action at this time. Although his expression was still stiff, the angry look in his eyes could not be concealed. Even this blow could not be said to be a warning, but murderous.

"The wind is not idle, you have said too much."

The attack speed of Black Eight is extremely fast, but the reaction speed of the wind is still above it. As soon as he turned his body, he didn't know when a pair of gold, silver and gloves had been worn on his hands, with gold in his left hand and silver in his right hand. At this time, the silver light flashed, and when Mo Shoucheng saw Qingfeng's leisurely movements, the other party had caught the machine arm attacked by Black Eight.

"What? Xiaohei, you should know that this attack is useless to me. I am the gale, and I am the gale. Do you want to catch me at this speed?

"The wind is not idle, why did you tell me this? Which side are you from?!" Seeing that Hei Ba actually took action against the wind, Mo Shoucheng was undoubtedly more confused - he really couldn't figure out why Feng didn't explain so much to him. And the wind is not idle, what on earth do you want to do?

The wind is not idle, but still maintains that relaxed smile, pointing to himself with the index finger of the other hand and saying, "Which side of the person? I won't be bound by such things as immortals and demons. I'm just myself, pursuing freedom, acting according to my own ideas, and nothing else.

"Are you going to betray the ancient demon family? Is the wind idle?" Hearing him say this, Black Eight's stiff face became gloomy. Even if there was a wind in the middle, Mo Shoucheng could clearly feel the strong murderous atmosphere on Black Eight's body.

Feng Buchian frowned for the first time, loosened the hand holding the black eight's arm, and then returned to his usual smile and said, "I don't have that plan for the time being. And to be honest, I'm really interested in Baixie's things.

Seeing that Feng is not idle, it seems that he is not going to continue talking. In a hurry, he immediately opened his mouth and asked, "Wait, Feng is not idle! The last question. Where did you know about Baixie and the ancient war?

This problem can be said to be the key. Ancient demon gate, hundreds of evils, machine art, ancient war, these things can be said to be the first time I have heard of these things. But if these are true, why are these things not recorded in the fairy and demon way now?

didn't expect to hear Mo Shoucheng ask this question, but Feng's reaction was extremely strange. His face suddenly changed, and he couldn't keep his smile, and even his eyes became blurred. His hands and feet trembled slightly, and his whole body shook.

"Why do I know? Huh? Why do I know?"

"Strange, why can't I remember?"

"Strange...strange...strange!!"

Seeing that the wind seemed to suddenly go crazy, Mo Shoucheng suddenly became more confused and asked tentatively, "Didn't you know these things after you joined the ancient demon door?"

"Ancient Demon Gate? "Ancient Demon Gate?"

"No, no, it's not the ancient demon gate, it's not the ancient demon gate that told me these things!"

"Yes, it should have been a long time ago... a long time ago..."

The wind was not idle and his mind was chaotic. For a moment, he couldn't even keep floating in the air, and his whole body suddenly fell down. Just as Mo Shoucheng exclaimed, the falling figure suddenly went crazy and couldn't help dancing. As if suffering from some pain, this strange practitioners, who had always maintained a relaxed and leisurely smile, suddenly went crazy and turned into a whirlwind and rushed into several battle groups.

Golden light and silver light intertwined into a dazzling strange trace, which instantly disrupted the stalemate between several regiments.

Feng Buxian's own skills are not far from those of the four elders of Xuantian Pavilion. If it is compared with the Dingjian Dingrui brothers, who are the lowest cultivation, I'm afraid they are still between Bozhong. However, his speed is too fast for even the elder Puluo with the highest cultivation.

This powerful and mysterious practitioners seemed to have become an out-of-control organ puppet, not only attacking the Xuantian Pavilion, but also the magic road. It was like a strong wind, tearing one wound after another in the crowd.

It can be imagined that he immediately attracted attacks from both sides at the same time, and the scene became more chaotic for a while.

Mo Shoucheng wants to stop it, but he is powerless. Hei Ba stared fiercely at Mo Shoucheng, moved his body, and chased him in the direction of the wind, thinking that he wanted to stop the other party.

"Good opportunity! Lin'er, start the real fire!" One of the three demon practitioners who had been struggling with Sikongxuan vomited blood under one move, and the pressure suddenly decreased sharply. He was the most calm among the four elders in Xuantian Pavilion. At this time, when he saw that the scene was messy, he naturally refused to miss a good opportunity and quickly gave instructions.

The name he called is the daughter of Jing Hong, the owner of the Xuantian Pavilion, and the sister of Jing Li, the owner of the Shao Pavilion, and the name of the woman who contacted Pu prison before.

Jing Lin's skill is not as good as the early stage of the imperial sword. Of course, she did not join the battle group, but obeyed the instructions of Sikongxuan and was responsible for leading a group of disciples outside the battle to manipulate this gossip array. As a defensive array of the Xuantian Pavilion, this array itself is the outer pavilion building as an array, and the huge structure of the array eye is endlessly changing. At this time, when she heard Sikong Xuan's instructions, she immediately raised her hand and commanded several junior disciples around her.

Only several pavilions that formed a large array moved together, and the orientation changed in an instant, while the range of the envelope was smaller. But this was only the beginning of the start of the array. A pavilion moved from nowhere and suddenly appeared above the array.

Even Mo Shoucheng felt a strong sense of pressure. The extremely uncomfortable but familiar breath came from the pavilion suspended above their heads.

And Mo Shoucheng soon discovered what this unusual mutiny was - the essence of the innate aura sun and moon scattered around! Whether it is the original practitioner or the Yuanjia practitioner, their initial practice is to absorb the essence of this innate aura sun and moon from the vast world of China and transform themselves.

These secular Taoists are called immortals and infinitely yearn for but are the most needed food for new practitioners. The first item of all the introductory skills is to teach practitioners how to absorb the ubiquitous fairy breaths scattered around into the body and refine the essence until the Yuan baby is successfully transformed.

Therefore, absorbing the essence of Reiki is not only honest, but also every practitioners are the most familiar. At this time, the uncomfortable and sad feeling they felt was that every pore and hair on their bodies were detected at the same time, and the fairy breath around them became thinner.

As for the source of this change, it is the pavilion that is suspended above everyone's heads and gradually becomes red. It constantly absorbs the breath of immortals in the array and incorporates it into its huge body.

"What is this?!" Mo Shoucheng was stunned. Although he realized that Xuantian Pavilion was finally going to show his skills when he heard Sikong Xuan's order, he didn't expect that it would be such an exaggerated scene.

But what shocked him was still behind. At this time, it had absorbed a lot of fairy spirit, and the red pavilion beast began to spit fire into the array.

It is said to be a flame, but it is not appropriate. It is more like the compressed and formed light bomb of the fairy breath gathered before. Just as Mo Shoucheng was dizzy and thought that he had hallucinations, countless beams of light fell from the sky.

The red beam of light is full of fairy breath, and the attack speed is too fast to cover the ears, but the target of the attack seems to have been selected to bombard the Devil's Gate. As for the Xuantian Pavilion, even Mo Shoucheng, a natural outsider, has not been attacked.

This light pillar attack attacks from the top of the head, and the speed is unparalleled. The light has tried its best to open the true element of protection or prohibit defense, let alone deal with the source of its offensive? For a while, although the demon people shouted and scolded one after another and were embarrassed, but they were helpless. Among them, several people with weak skills have been bombarded by several pillars of light, as if they had suffered a thunderstorm.

Although the strongest people on the magic side barely protected the key point under the sudden attack and quickly got used to the speed of the pillar bombardment and began to dodge, it is impossible to pull up their bodies to destroy the pavilion above their heads. The speed of dealing with the drop of the beam of light has already exhausted them. What's more, contrary to them, the more morale side of Xuantian Pavilion will definitely not be given the opportunity to destroy it at this time.

The principle of the true fire array of gossip array was originally to absorb the spirit of the surrounding immortals, and then transformed into a pillar of light with power equivalent to the attack of the master in the later stage of stepping on the cloud to attack the enemy. This is the wonderful weapon born of Xuantian Pavilion that integrates arrays, prohibitions and organs.