Chapter 50 Xuanyuan Sword

Since his debut, even if Lu Yu disappeared from Yan Miaoxian, he had killed many disciples of Taixu. At this time, Yuan Zhen's superiors suddenly proposed that everyone was moved, and the Taixu disciples looked cold and looked straight at Huangting's door.

"Sister Yuanzhen, this matter..." Xu Jiansheng's face was embarrassed. Just as he was about to speak, suddenly a voice came from behind him, full of vitality and calmness.

"Lu Yu, the younger generation, I have met the seniors!" Lu Yu slowly walked out, with a straight face and no fear. At this time, he came forward in the gaze of everyone and saluted the teachers.

"What?" Jiang Yi's left eyes lit up and his eyes were strangely bright. He couldn't help saying, "In those years, the Tianyun Taoist charms were torn apart. I didn't expect that there would be such a disciple under the immortal hidden door a hundred years ago. He is already the cultivation of the two heavens of the divine platform." As soon as this said, there was an uproar, and the immortals were hidden and abandoned veins. Everyone in Yunchuan knew that Tianyun Taoist charm was the root of Xianyin's practice. After it was broken, it was equivalent to the road of Xianyin's Taoism. However, Jiang Yizuo was a famous master of Zifu. At this time, the assertion was bound to be true. Everyone looked at Lu Yu, and their thoughts were thousands of thoughts.

"It is not surprising that there is such a realm as the immortal hidden magic power that has not been cultivated!" Ji Chenfeng's poisonous eyes were actually broken, and he said a word about the mystery. When everyone heard the words, they all showed a sudden relief.

"In those years, the demons came out of immortals and slaughtered countless people in the holy land. I never thought that a hundred years ago, but you immortals were of the same lineage and passed on this bad habit of killing innocent people." Yuan Zhen's superior said harshly, with a sneer on the corners of his mouth. As soon as the words came out, the faces of the people in Huangting looked ugly. In the change of Dongshan, Jun Moyan slaughtered the people in the Holy Land, which was cited as the shame of Huangting. He has suffered countless curses for decades. Today, Yuanzhen's old story inevitably touched the scars in everyone's hearts.

"Killing innocent people indiscriminately? Secretly grabbing the treasure and intercepting the same door, such a person is also called innocent? Is such a person also innocent when framed and murdered? The younger generation adheres to the right path and eliminates demons, which is also to maintain the reputation of Taixu. Is the predecessor making fun of the younger generation, or is it okay for such disciples to maintain one or two of Taixu? Lu Yu said softly, every word is loud, and every word kills his heart. Yuan Zhen's face gradually became cold. He looked at him and said coldly, "What a sharp descendant, where do you think this is? How dare you be so presumptuous? As soon as Yuan Zhen's superior's voice fell, a sense of anger suddenly rose and enveloped Lu Yu. Xu Jiansheng's face changed slightly. As soon as he stepped forward, he saw Ji Chenfeng stepping out of the front.

"A hundred years have passed, and the descendants of Xianyin are still the same. Unfortunately, the vegetation is like yesterday, and people's face is completely different. Today's Xianyin is not a hundred years ago." Ji Chenfeng said indifferently, with no sadness or joy in his eyes. However, the meaning of the words is no longer to say that the immortals and hidden veins are put into the eyes. In those years, Dongshan has changed greatly, and Jun Moyan died and disappeared. The so-called prosperity and decline. The death of the Southern Huangyan Emperor marked the complete end of an era, and the myth of the past will be broken by future generations.

"In the future, Kou Zhongqing is afraid of touching the scenery. Thinking of the scenery of that day and looking at today's depression, who can bear it?" Ji Chenfeng overturned his previous remarks at this time and said directly. He looked at the teenager in front of him and somehow always overlapped with that figure, which aroused the resentment and unwillingness in his heart.

"Ji Chenfeng!" Ming Jiyang shouted coldly, looking unhappy. Ji Chenfeng was stunned and knew that he had made a mistake. At that moment, he shook his head gently, waved his hand to return the salute, and turned around and was about to leave.

"A hundred years ago, Xianyin was a double hero and defeated all the heroes. Whether it was respected by his peers, glory or humiliation, the cause and effect of the predecessors should be inherited by future generations. Xianyin fell, but it could not be bullied. In a war, no one was shocked the world and no one said. This is the glory of the predecessors. Even if it is difficult for future generations to reach, it will never fall on the backbone of Xianyin!" Lu Yu said proudly that Ji Chen's voice did not move, and his footsteps did not slow down at all, while the disciples of Taixu in front of him laughed, not to mention the decline of Huangting. Even with Lu Yu's two-day cultivation of the two heavens, it was difficult to do in this four holy pilgrimage, let alone bear the cause and effect of his predecessors.

"Idiot!" Someone laughed in a low voice. Everyone in Taixu left, but at the moment when he looked back, Lu Yu felt something and stared up. At that glance, he looked through the autumn water, which contained too much emotion, surprise, reluctance and relief... Yao Biji's affectionate style turned around, leaving an endless sad back.

Lu Yu was slightly stunned. At this time, one hand fell on his shoulder and patted him twice. He turned his head and saw Xu Yiming stretch out his other hand, thumbs up for a long time and said two words: "You have guts!"

Lu Yu smiled bitterly and returned to Huangting. Xu Jiansheng looked at him and sighed slightly: "It's really embarrassing for this child!" Ming Jiyang thought leisurely, looked at Lu Yu, and then turned his eyes to Chu Mengxuan. He didn't know what he was thinking!

"Xuanmen! Come!" At this time, a heavenly sound came, and everyone was distracted and looked at the sky. The treasure in the distance was shining and won the championship. A group of people came from the sky and reached Mount Fumo in a blink of an eye.

"Go!" Under Xu Jiansheng's order, everyone followed him. At the same time, Zifu and Taixu also came forward one after another. Xuanmen was born. Naturally, the other three sects that were also the holy land were most concerned about.

"Is it him?" Before approaching, Xu Jiansheng's face changed slightly and recognized the leader of Xuanmen. Although there was only one person who moved him, Ming Jiyang looked at it but didn't seem to know him. Now he turned his head to Xu Jiansheng and asked, "Do you know him?"

Xu Jiansheng nodded and said in a low voice, "His name is Xuan Ziyang. He did not attend the Four Saints' Dynasty, but he met Jun Moyan more than ten years later. The two had a war. Although he was defeated, it was only a win."

"Oh? There is also this kind of thing. Xuanmen is really unpredictable. A hundred years ago, the Four Holy Dynasty did not do its best, but there are such people who hide their lives. The real strength is unimaginable!" Ming Jiyang said slowly with a solemn face. Jun Moyan is the best of the same generation. If you look at the four holy places, except for the virtual magic power, who is invincible. This Xuan Ziyang is only one move away from his battle, and his strength can be seen.

"Brother Xuan, I haven't seen you for many years!" Jiang Yizuo and Ji Chenfeng seemed to know this person and bowed to him, and Xuan Ziyang returned the salute slightly.

"Brother Xuan!" Xu Jiansheng led the people of Huangting to come forward. The former turned around and looked at his head. If he had thought about it, it had been decades. In those years, you were still a good descendant and cowardly. You always hid behind Kou Zhongqing. Unexpectedly, the years were difficult to stay. Now you have become the head of the line and can be the hero. Xu Jiansheng shook his head with a bitter smile. This was a thing of the past. When Xuan Ziyang fought with Jun Moyan, he was watching the battle. At that time, he was still young and much younger than Kou Zhongqing, and naturally showed a gaffe. Unexpectedly, Xuan Ziyang shook out as soon as they met.

"I didn't expect the old man to have such a 'scene' time!" Xu Yiming heard clearly behind and couldn't help laughing. Lu Yu looked stunned and quickly pulled him to silence.

"Is there only Brother Xuan to lead the team this time?" Jiang Yizuo said without the meaning of ridicule just now, and he had a lot of respect for the person in front of him.

Xuan Ziyang nodded and said indifferently, "One person is enough!" As soon as he said this, everyone was silent. The strong self-confidence in the other party's words was not intended to show off, but an invisible situation. Xuan Ziyang didn't think about it. He glanced around and muttered, "The Four Saints will meet, but it's a pity that the old man is gone!" Everyone looked at each other when they heard the words. They didn't know who he was talking about. Only Xu Jiansheng understood and was silent.

"When..." At this moment, a bell rang, breaking through the sky and ringing the whole Voldemort Mountain. Several old men appeared over the battle array of Voldemort and worshipped the four holy places: "Sacrifice, worship!" As soon as the words fell, the sky danced, and altars rose into the air, the fragrance of the sky and bamboo appeared everywhere. The Sanskrit sound of the heavens is singing, just like the ancient sages reciting moral chapters. Different scenes are manifested, with mountains and rivers, stars arch guards, and hundreds of beasts...

"Is that starting?" Lu Yu frowned slightly and said unexpectedly. At this time, he saw four streamers flying out of the four holy places respectively. Xu Jiansheng pinched the formula, and the four streamers gathered into a torrent of light and rushed to the altar of light and shadow.

"Bum..." The secret lines were all over the sky, and the ancient Taoist texts appeared one by one. At this time, a shocking breath fell on Fumo Mountain. It was like the beginning of heaven and earth. The chaotic airflow sounded faintly, and the light in the sky floated like soft water. A crack appeared in the sky. The magnificent momentum of the world made people breathless, and everyone trembled. Shake and bow. Lu Yu was even more shocked and inexplicably. Even he couldn't bear such a momentum. He couldn't help but be convinced. Only a few people present could still stand, but they also looked respectful and bowed.

"This... What on earth is this pilgrimage? Lu Yu's heart trembled and looked up slightly. He saw a golden light suddenly appear from the crack. The golden light was dazzling, and there were thousands of fairy clouds flowing endlessly. The stars changed around the left and right. The golden light was ever-changing, and Lu Yu's divine consciousness was powerful and did not dare to peep it easily.

"What the hell is this... What? It's like... Lu Yu muttered to himself, and at this time, a voice suddenly appeared in everyone's ears, like thunder on the ground, causing Lu Yu to suddenly look up and change color.

"Yes... It's Xuanyuan Sword!"