The river wind on the shore is fierce, the deep black reef is dotted in the river, the rocks are jagged, the water is swirling, either steady or turbulent, and occasionally there are calm bends on the water, reflecting the scenery in the sky.
There was only a little brightness in the heavy night mist.
The man in the white and gold armor rose high into the sky, like a white star in the gloomy night, shining brightly, and the group cultivators in the north hesitated for a moment, and then raised their eyes one after another.
"Bian Yan Li Xuanfeng..."
Not all of the cultivators in the group were scattered cultivators without masters, but they were all silent and dormant, quietly waiting for something, and everything along the river in the north and south was strangely quiet, leaving only the sound of the turbulent river.
Si Yuanli was also a decisive person, he made a decision, and immediately changed his mentality, as if relieved, his sword energy was very ethereal, standing beside Li Xuanfeng, observing carefully.
There are a large number of monks on the north bank, but they are clearly divided into several factions, and several monks gradually arrived, living in the back like a mountain, and in front were the clan cultivators and scattered cultivators who were conscripted from the northern counties.
The scattered cultivators and small view monks were obviously much purer, either pure cultivation of the Purple Gold Path and the Demonic Path, or both—anyway, they were both demonic paths, and there was no conflict, mixed with demonic cultivators who came to profit from all over the world and even overseas.
Si Yuanli probably looked at it for a while, and vaguely saw some Zhao flags, and he didn't find it strange, Zhao Ting had become a puppet of Shi Dao, but it was not as useless as Wu Yue, Shi Dao recruited the cultivators through Zhao Ting, and it was nominally better, he turned to Li Qinghong and whispered:
"The Buddhist cultivators of emptiness, compassion, and kindness are gradually coming, and the north bank is not as chaotic and masterless as before.
"Boom!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the thunder in the clouds sounded twice, the gloomy dark smoke clouds rose, Li Xuanfeng stood in the air with a bow on the golden light, and the group of cultivators in front of him was stopped by him, and after more than ten breaths, he slowly pressed it down.
The white-gold brilliance flickered in the air, and the bright brilliance burst out of it, penetrating into the night on the other side, the man loosened his strings and took out a scroll from his waist.
This scroll was not big, it looked ordinary, but now all the eyes of the north and south were focused on him alone, and the scorching eyes suddenly stopped on the scroll, either inquiring or suspicious, everyone's pupils moved with the scroll of spiritual weapons.
Li Xuanfeng's eyes also stayed on this spiritual weapon, spiritual consciousness and mana were poured into it, the ivory white hook and buckle belt untied by itself, and the long picture scroll suddenly hung down, scattering a white in the air.
Li Xuanfeng personally held this picture scroll, and saw the content at a glance, drawing a long map of Jianghuai, stretching for thousands of miles, with rich scenery on both sides of the strait, flying insects, birds and beasts lifelike, much longer than the river under his feet, bent along the back edge, and all the way to the East China Sea.
His eyes kept moving along the scroll and landed on the final payment:
"Huaijiang Map, Boye Cui Yan, Zhenghe 317 years."
This picture scroll just opened, and countless red streamers gushed out from it, like fireflies swirling and jumping in the air, Li Xuanfeng's voice was slightly hoarse and sonorous:
"Shang Yao Xuanji, Jianghuai Yuyang ......"
His voice only came out of his mouth, and he was immediately sucked into the picture scroll, the sky suddenly became clear, the clouds turned brilliant golden, and a bright light fell in the sky.
Li Ximing's pupils below slowly dilated, and the immortal base in his body seemed to have been mobilized by something, emitting bursts of roars, his eyes reflected a bright brilliance, and he muttered:
"Mingyang..."
In the eyes of thousands of people, a golden color flew out of the picture scroll and fell from the sky, a brilliant color appeared on the soles of Li Xuanfeng's feet, and the river had turned into bright gold, clear and transparent.
This bright and bright river continued to rush forward, and a shadow faintly appeared below, and after only a breath, a towering pass emerged, breaking through the water surface and soaring into the sky.
This pass stretches endlessly, the patterns are complex and bright, the white bricks are exquisitely fitted, obviously some jade colors, but they are even brighter, showing simple and generous colors, towering along the river and flying all the way to the sky.
"Wow!"
The cultivators' heads slowly rose as their gaze rose, and the roaring golden river flowed down from the pass, like countless golden waterfalls, dazzling and dazzling.
"Ancient Spiritual Weapon... [Huaijiang Map]"
A voice from the north muttered, echoing among the cultivators, which was particularly harsh in the silent environment.
The sky darkened again, and the man in the platinum armor stood on the hundred-foot entrance that separated the north and south, like an ancient immortal general, the white illusion behind him transformed into a circle of halos, illuminating his side brightly.
All kinds of mysteries arose in Li Xuanfeng's mind, both immortal foundations had received some kind of blessing, and the thick mana rippled out, making him gently suspended in the air, and the [Heavenly Golden Helmet] blessed on the surface of his body was even more obvious, domineering and powerful, and the white-gold brilliance was dazzling.
"Hum."
He picked up the bow, and a mysterious arrow immediately fell on the string, and a sharp brilliance began to appear on the bow, and the strong aura spread behind him, dragging out golden streamers, illuminating his face flickering and darkening.
"Wow..."
The golden light flashed in the air, and the foundation builders felt a great alarm in their hearts, and they sacrificed the magic weapon in panic, and for a while the group of cultivators on the shore stopped, and the magic weapons of various colors rose, red, orange, red and green, and it was bright.
"Bang!"
The head of a middle-aged monk at the forefront of the north bank exploded, and the magic weapon in his hand tore the sky like tissue paper, falling like rain, and the explosive magic light and qi impacted out, making a violent roar:
"Boom!"
The surrounding group of cultivators retreated one after another, falling like rain, this person didn't even take a move, and was shot dead on the spot, leaving only a blush rushing into the sky, transforming into a bloody haze.
"Vision... This is dead!"
The old monk beside him turned pale, trembled, and said in shock:
"Chun Yubei is dead... Even though he had injuries on his body, this was only an arrow! This is unreasonable!"
"I am also the master of the counties, like chickens and dogs in front of this person... What else is there to fight!"
The group of cultivators didn't have time to mourn, and the panicked howl rose in their ears again, and five more arrows appeared in the hands of the cold man, the fetal breath and qi training on the soles of his feet, and the monks and nuns couldn't see the situation clearly.
"Not good!"
"Boom!"
The strong golden light exploded everywhere, and the old Taoist didn't have time to observe how many people were killed or injured, but he saw several black escape lights flying up for their lives, and Li Xuanfeng exhaled slightly, and five more arrows appeared on the string.
Lao Dao suddenly felt a chill in his neck, took a step back, and said in shock:
"Why hasn't anyone stood up yet? I have to wait for death to die!"
In an instant, everyone on the north bank was frightened, and the small cultivators on the ground also raised their heads, and the foundation was hidden and disappeared, and there were signs of collapse.
On the other hand, on the south bank, a group of large and small monks were also terrified, and they all raised their heads to look at Li Xuanfeng in the air, with a look of joy on their faces, and they flew down one by one on the door, each holding their magic weapons.
Li Xuanfeng's body was shining, the arrows in his hand moved lightly, the north finally couldn't hold on, and a monk flew out of the wind from behind, with strong muscles, his eyes widened angrily, and he shouted:
"Little devil, how dare you be presumptuous!"
This monk changed his usual appearance of the rare magic tools, not only stepping on a golden cloud under his feet, but also holding a crescent shovel in his hand, full of bright patterns, quite luxurious.
He just rode the wind, and someone immediately followed behind him, it was a tall, thin and smiling monk, with his left hand flat on his chest, his thumb and index finger pinching a golden ring, without saying a word, he followed in a muffled voice.
Li Xuanfeng was blessed by the spiritual weapon on the soles of his feet, and the bright light on his body extended with his every move, not only blessing his body and mana, but also allowing his spiritual consciousness to spread all over the entire riverbank.
"Buzz!"
Although the two monks called him the devil, they were not careless at all in their actions, their faces suddenly became solemn, and the smiles on the faces of the tall and thin monks behind them stiffened, as if they were facing a great enemy.
This golden circle rolled and grew larger in mid-air, revealing the dense lines on the circle, and gushed out a misty golden light, suddenly capturing a little golden thing.
"Accept!"
Jiang An suddenly heard a dense metal collision sound, making people's ears tingle, the tall and thin monk seemed to be facing a great enemy, the strong monk quickly waved the magic weapon forward, wanting to hit Li Xuanfeng.
After these two monks obstructed, the foundation building behind finally approached the riverbank, and the monks from the north and south suddenly fought, and countless brilliance rose from the sky, making bursts of roaring.
Li Xuanfeng's arrow was blocked, and there was no change in expression, he was famous, and it was not unexpected that the north would naturally send targeted magic weapons and monks.
"Looking for death."
This tall and thin monk is not strong, and it can be seen at a glance that he is a pawn used to test it, but the magic weapon is a bit peculiar, he stepped on his black boots and only sneered:
"Wear!"
The golden red arrow in his hand disappeared in an instant, a golden red brilliance erupted in the sky, the golden ring seemed to be severely pumped head-on, the mana dissipated into its original form and flew backwards, the tall and thin monk first spat out a mouthful of blood, and the golden red brilliance was reflected in his eyes.
"Bang!"
Li Xuanfeng's all-out blow under the blessing of the Purple Mansion Spiritual Weapon had already exceeded the arrow that was shot at Tang Shedu at the beginning, and the upper body of the tall and thin monk was suddenly torn to pieces, and the lower body survived for a moment, and was immediately torn away by the anger, leaving only a golden light to reincarnate in the north.
The strong monk rushed in front of him, full of golden runes appeared on his body, and the crescent shovel fell like a meteor falling from the sky, bringing a golden brilliance and smashing it.
"Boom!"
The golden brilliance spread, but he saw a large hand covered with golden and white armor holding the magic weapon, and steadily placed it in his palm, the white-gold lines on the man's face were intertwined with bright light, rendering his fierce eyebrows and eyes with a heavy majesty.
"By you?"
His lips and teeth closed one by one, and he spat out cold and sonorous words, just to restrain the monk from retreating, and it echoed like thunder in the air:
"Since Tang Shedu rebelled and had mercy, I think killing in the overall situation of the north and south must be a good opportunity......"
Behind this man, the circles of bright light were rippling, the golden armor was brilliant, the lines on his face were coercive, one hand was flat in front of him, and the magic weapon of the strong monk in front of him was held casually, and his golden eyes were cast to the north.
"Come out!"
This sound rolled like thunder, rippling in the clouds, causing everyone to look sideways.
Figures appeared around him, either holding guns and sticks, or holding bottles and rings, with a golden body and a compassionate appearance, and a body of Vajra indestructible, scattered and scattered, standing in the air, about ten or so, their eyes all stabbed at him coldly.
Their voices resonated in the air, male or female, like thousands of people singing together:
"Bold demon!"
……
The young man in black revealed his form from the black smoke, squeezing the talisman in his hand tightly, and penetrated into the group of cultivators on the north bank, all the way to the north, landing on a small hill in the north.
A big fat monk came to him, wearing a cassock on his body, and when he saw him, he smiled and just said:
"Yu Daoyou!"
"Illusory mage."
Yu Jiang responded casually, his face was calm and composed, but he was a little absent-minded in his heart, and raised his eyebrows and said:
"Why do you have so many immortals and demons under Shi Dao?"
"Uh..."
Xu Wanwu laughed twice and replied:
"Where is this, my Orthodox religion is the most magnanimous and treats everyone equally, how can there be a reason to persecute immortals and demons and not allow others to follow the way? After all, the Taoist is in the South China Sea, and I only heard that Da Zhao is a country of interpretation, so I take it for granted..."
He said seriously:
"Although I revere Buddhism, there are also many people in the Immortal and Demon Paths, and I will never touch the Tao in the county town, and I will never touch the mountains around the county and the countryside, only for those who are destined..."
As he said this, he took him to the top of the mountain, and there were already several people sitting in the hall on the top of the mountain, one of whom was dressed in a gi robe, with a gloomy face, and heard this from afar, and sneered:
"Isn't it? What do you believe in without demonic cultivation! Li Min is smart! It's just that the demon cultivators are becoming more and more rampant, and the more sincere they are in their faith! Don't you know that under the mountain is hell?"
He took a slight glance, recognized Yu Jiang, softened his tone a little, and said casually:
"The Taoist was born in the South China Sea Danjung Wuluo, which is the place where the World-Honored One enlightened, and now he has the most demon cultivators, right?"
His words fell into the false ears, but the fat-headed and big-eared monk was not angry, he only smiled and said:
"What is this, we respect his Tao, and do not interfere with the cultivators in the mountains, they cultivate themselves and enter the demons, eat people and drink blood, make the people fearful, and finally be killed by us, it is because they have achieved our merits."
The man in the Taoist robe sneered, but he couldn't say anything, Yu Jiang turned his eyes to look, and there was a feminine man on the other side, dressed in a python robe, without saying a word, drinking tea by himself.
Yu Jiang sat down on the side, understanding in his heart the other party's intention to invite him, and still said coldly:
"The master is so eager to invite me to come, what's the matter?"
Xu Wan smiled and said in a low voice:
"You Maha have lost contact, and it is time for me to figure out my intentions... Daoist Yu can still contact Gao Xiu, can you give me some guidance?"
"What do you have to point out!"
Yu Jiang understood what he meant, but deliberately didn't point it out, wanting to inquire more news, but got up, pointed to the guide, and said in a cold voice:
"You can't see what it looks like in the south? Please let me break the Purple Mansion Spiritual Weapon?" I can't help but think too highly of me! This matter is troublesome, please ask for another master!"
"No! No, it's not!"
The fat-headed and big-eared monk shook his head again and again and said with a smile:
"The situation has changed, how can the layout remain the same?"
"The murderer in the south..."
The monk laughed and replied:
"Of course, it's the chance of my Taoist brothers, and I don't need you Taoists to take care of it!"
Yu Jiang's heart jumped when he heard this, but he saw the monk pointing to the north, with a smile on his face, and said in a low voice:
"Daoist friends have a grudge against Qingchi, yes or no? The formation of Bian Yanshan can only be quickly broken by Taoist friends!"