There were more and more figures on the mountain, except for a few familiar faces, some familiar Taoist robes and Taoist robes, and many unfamiliar costumes, probably monks from the Wu Kingdom and the north, each standing in the clouds.
After a few breaths, a person finally stood up from the clouds, with a young face, dressed in white, with a simple gold pattern painted on his cuffs, with empty hands, he only looked around with his hands clasped, and said softly:
"It's not a matter for everyone to just stand, no matter what you want to fight for, at least you have to open this formation, in the next [Xiuyue Sect] Nianyi, if everyone has no objection, I will organize a few Shangzong and open this formation first."
This monk's spell to ride the wind was very powerful, even though the sky was full of [Heavy Abyss Gale], he could still stand in the air with the wind, although he could not move at will, but he also showed a superhuman level of wind control technique.
The Xiuyue Sect is famous outside, transcendent in the Immortal Sect, as soon as this word comes out, no one dares to speak disrespectfully, you look at me and I look at you, or you look at your nose and nose, and you don't speak.
After a breath, a middle-aged man fell from the clouds, dressed simply, carrying a long knife behind him, standing with his hands in his hands, and said calmly:
"Golden Feather Sect, Zhang Yun."
This person was calm, Gu Jing was unwaved, but everyone looked sideways, Nian Yi looked surprised, and clenched his fists and said:
"I never thought that this time it was the senior who came in person, and the junior was rude......"
Zhang Yun waved his hand, and two people rose below, it was the man in the black and gold robe and Yu Muxian just now, standing in the clouds, and said:
"Qingchi Yuanwu, Tang Shedu, Yu Muxian."
The three sects of the Yue Kingdom all came forward, but there was no overseas monk to appear, but there was a person riding the wind, dressed in blue-gray, wearing a jade crown, and a handsome face:
"Wu Guochang Huai Shan, Qing Zhuo."
Qing Zhuo stopped in the clouds, Neither Nian Yi of the Xiuyue Sect nor Zhang Yun of the Golden Feather Sect were surprised, it seemed to be taken for granted, but Qing Zhuo opened his mouth, his eyes swept below, and said softly:
"Qingsong Taoist system is all over Wu and Yue, it makes sense for me to take the things in this hall, as for all the monks from Jiangbei and overseas, just disperse! If you try your luck in the clouds outside, you might be able to catch something."
As soon as these words came out, the people below were either happy or worried, Li Xuanfeng's eyes quickly flowed over Lin Shensheng and Bi Yu's makeup, and found that the two were not surprised, and secretly said in their hearts:
"The real people in Jiangnan have long been divided... The East Fire Grotto-Heaven also looked like this back then, and even because there were real people in it back then, it looked more regular..."
All three sects are Jindan Taoist system, plus a Wu Kingdom's Changhuai Mountain, just a little watching, there are already many East China Sea monks riding the wind and flying around, walking seven or eighty, leaving only two people still standing still.
Qing Zhuo glanced at it, and one of them stepped out a little nervously and replied:
"Under [Pure One] ......"
Qing Zhuo didn't wait for him to finish speaking, curled his lips with some dissatisfaction, but didn't say anything, looked at Zhang Yun beside him, and his tone was quite respectful:
"I thought my senior had already broken through the Purple Mansion in retreat, but I never thought that my senior would come to this grotto-heaven in person..."
Zhang Yun shook his head and didn't say much, Qing Zhuo took out a token from his arms.
This token was all blue and gray, engraved with three ancient characters, it looked inconspicuous, Li Xuanfeng watched intently, used children's magic, and captured the three words on the token in an instant.
"[Qing Changhuai]."
Yishan City has a long history, and the most are ancient books and ancient characters, and he easily recognized this modern font.
The large formation in front of him slowly lit up, there was no flying change, and there was no resistance flickering, and it disappeared completely in front of the monks.
"The token of Changhuai Mountain can actually open this large formation..."
As soon as this large formation was opened, everyone had not yet made a move, but in an instant, several rays of light erupted thinly, first the man who was kneeling on the ground twitched, and the crystal blue sword on his chest jumped out, like a fierce falcon, flying towards the sky outside.
And the man's bones also turned to ashes in an instant, countless golden awns erupted out, and turned into golden finches in the air, blinking and chirping, extremely agile, flapping their wings, flying in all directions.
And the bones of the jade box that reached out to grab the jade box finally fell to their knees with a thud, turning into a red heat wave from beginning to end, spreading from beginning to end, and two red rays burst out of his chest and waist, mixed with large and small red jade beads, rolling in the hall.
The jade boxes on the six jade platforms creaked up, and the scattered magic weapons and books on the futon twisted their limbs, propped up on the ground in embarrassment, and flew away with the wind.
In an instant, the light of the law flowed around, looking particularly spectacular, Lin Shensheng's black robe moved, as if he had already chosen a target, and leaped towards the fourth futon quickly.
The colorful light in the hall surged out, it seemed that it was not affected by the [Abyssal Gale], and they each held their heads and left, and several ancient books opened their title pages one after another, rising rapidly in the wind.
Needless to say, the air had already formed a ball, and a number of magic weapons rose, and the fastest flying was a small mirror, only the size of a palm, showing the color of purple gold and dazzling.
As soon as this small mirror came out, it immediately attracted everyone's attention, and several people forcibly flew up with the wind, reaching out to snatch the magic weapon, but they saw a golden hammer coming from the sky.
"This is the master's thing!"
A black-clothed monk held a long hammer and committed suicide alone, and actually rose to such a high place with the wind, condescendingly, and the magic weapon in his hand was very powerful, forcing the two of them to retreat.
He held the gray flame with his other hand and swept it over, causing several people to retreat again and again, pinching and releasing it, and took the purple magic weapon into his hand.
This one immediately aroused everyone's anger, and in an instant, five or six spells were struck down at the same time, and the man in the black robe smiled, did not retreat but advanced, and actually flew straight towards the hall.
A group of monks were fighting outside, but Zhang Yun and a few others did not stay outside the hall, they had already flown into the hall together, everyone had a tacit understanding, and they didn't dare to go in and grab with these people.
Li Xuanfeng did not pay too much attention to the situation on the field, but looked at the recent page of the law book.
"Boom!"
He stomped the ground with his feet, only to hear a loud roar, and jumped five feet high from the ground, without needing to ride the wind, but he also flew high, and grabbed the page of the law book with one hand.
The two people around him each looked for what they wanted to take, but left an open space, and no one competed with him for a while.
"It's much simpler than I imagined..."
Just this time, Li Xuanfeng understood that the only thing that was really precious in this hall was the remaining five, and these magic weapons and ancient books were really thrown there by others, but they had been nourished by this formation for a long time, and after thousands of years, they had spirituality, and they would run away.
This law book was pinched by him like this, and the original inspiration was born successfully, but a little bit of spirituality suddenly disappeared, and it turned into a dead thing.
Li Xuanfeng looked at it carefully, always remembering the true purpose of his coming here, and did not want to reveal his strength, so he hid the spell book in his sleeve, quickly moved his position, activated the black gold spirit armor, and hid in the pine forest.
Two streamers quickly followed, one was dressed in gray clothes, draped in a brownish-gray Taoist robe, with slightly smaller eyes, a high nose bridge, and also holding floating dust in his hand, looking to be a monk from Changxiaomen.
The other person was dressed in white, holding a long sword in one hand, looking middle-aged, stepping on a jade-colored shuttle under his feet, both of them had the light of the Dharma flowing in their eyes, obviously they had practiced children's magic, and they had locked this Dharma book all the way.
The middle-aged man in white took a close look and recognized the man wearing black gold armor and holding a longbow, his expression changed suddenly, he remained silent for a few breaths, and said in a shocking voice:
"Xuan Feng!"
Li Xuanfeng was slightly stunned, stared at his eyebrows for a breath, and suddenly said:
"Senior Yongling!"
This middle-aged man in white is Li Tongya's old friend, today's [Yushan Weng] Xiao Yongling! The two elders met at the beginning of the month, and they formed a friendship when they were still a little cultivator, which can be regarded as Li Xuanfeng's elder.
The man in gray at Changxiaomen on the side looked at this, and the two seemed to be old friends, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, so he didn't say a word, turned his head and ran away, hurriedly going out of the forest.
He stepped on the spell and pulled away a long line of escape light in one breath, which was particularly dazzling in the night, flying too fast, and almost hit a blue-blue spirit pine.
Xiao Yongling didn't know what to consider, so he didn't make a move, Li Xuanfeng also gave up, looking at the middle-aged man's expression of emotion and surprise, he arched his hands:
"I've seen seniors! Congratulations to the senior for breaking through the late stage of foundation building."
Xiao Yongling waved his hand, there was still a look of surprise on his face, but this was not the place to speak, Li Xuanfeng quickly took out the law book, shook his head and said:
"I'm unlucky, this is just a small letter."
Li Xuanfeng tried his best to avoid misunderstandings, and handed the letter to Xiao Yongling as soon as possible, and the man in white did not refuse, and read it carefully.
"Junior Brother Du, it is not easy to get grain from the fire, if you need help, senior brother and I will try our best to help you... Don't worry."
There are only a few words on the front, it seems to have been torn from an ancient book, and there are hundreds of words on the back.
"Hmm."
Xiao Yongling responded and said regretfully:
"I saw him fly out of an ancient book on the third futon, and I thought it was some kind of secret annotation... I just think that the value is not high, and a few fewer people will take it... I didn't expect it to be low."
He casually handed it back to Li Xuanfeng's hands, and the two approached the main hall again, there were no more people outside the hall, the monks who had grabbed the things fled separately, and those who had not grabbed them also chased away, and there was no one left.
The two of them had no substantial gains, so they took a few steps forward, and suddenly heard the sound of resonant gold and iron intersecting, and looked up at the starry night in the sky, and their expressions changed.
For more than ten hours all the way, the sky here was always gloomy and starry, and the clouds and mist were also gray nights, except for the stars in the sky, the only thing that glowed was the magic light of the monks.
However, in the far west, a bright light is slowly rising, like the rising sun. The strong golden light shone over, transforming into many illusions of gold and stone, and both of them were dizzy, their hearts were shocked, and they immediately closed their eyes.
Almost at the same time, a melodious bell rang from the hall, buzzing, lingering in my mind.
"Winter ......"
Li Xuanfeng moved his lips, but found that his lips could no longer be opened, his eyes were extremely tingling, and mana kept pouring into his eyes, just trying to save his eyes.
……
The competition outside the hall was fierce, and the inside of the hall seemed to be deadlocked, Yu Muxian and Tang She were both standing together, white and black, quietly waiting in the southeast corner.
Qing Zhuo was dressed in blue-gray, with a proper jade crown, standing alone in the west, Nian Yi was standing in the north, and Zhang Yun was standing with his hands on his back, and he was the most relaxed among the few people.
There were two other people, each standing in a corner, one holding a golden hammer, his eyes constantly sweeping back and forth in the hall, standing quietly in the corner, the token on his waist swaying, and a gray flame faintly appeared.
The other person turned out to be a female cultivator, with a gentle temperament and a very stunning appearance, with a soft jawline, but her eyes were very sharp, staring straight at the big bell.
After a few breaths, he saw Zhang Yun step forward, slowly walked to the front, and said somewhat solemnly:
"Back then, the six sons of this Qingsong Temple [Chongming Hall] were all real geniuses who stirred up the wind and clouds, and my Golden Feather Sect has always respected these six seniors, and there is not much Taoist connection with Qingsong Temple. There is not much greed."
He slowly brought his hand close to the big bell in the hall and said softly:
"This time, the real person in the sect is seeking the way, just to take a look at this [silent bell], and the Zhang family does not take anything else."
He put the power of the spell into this big bell, slowly pinched it, and saw that the bell did not move, there was no movement, neither loud nor small to its original form.
"It's a pity."
Zhang Yun sighed, looked back at the three people below, and said in a low voice:
"Everyone, close your eyes!"
As soon as these words came out, several people seemed to realize something, they were all observing the Lingtai, closing their eyes and calming their minds.
After a breath passed, the starry sky above the hall suddenly lit up, and a silvery-white oval rose, emitting a strong light, covering all the countless stars in the sky.
"Winter!"
Several people closed their eyes and said nothing, Zhang Yun had already fallen to the ground, and the big bell in his hand finally trembled violently, as if pushed by something invisible, making a loud bell ring.
Several people's throats and lips were numb, and they all lost consciousness, and knelt on the ground one after another.
The silver-white light was induced, and the bronze bell kept rotating in the air, slowly shrinking, and finally turned into a fist-sized yellow streamer, flying out of the hall, like a star rising against the sky, straight into the sky.
The bell slowly fell into the silver-white oval and slowly disappeared, and then two barriers slowly closed down from the upper and lower sides of the silver-white ellipsoid, leaving this world little by little.