The river is turbulent, the north bank is bright and bright, rows of monks stand quietly, and the golden body is faintly visible in the clouds, with different shapes and appearances, appearing and disappearing in the air according to their cultivation and rank.
At the highest point, a red true fire was gushing continuously, converging into a long arch bridge, the spiritual fire rose, climbing up along both sides of the arch bridge, and condensed into a pavilion built on the bridge tower in the middle of the bridge, divided into hexagons, with red flames rolling.
A long-faced man in a golden robe was sitting in the pavilion, leaning in front of the table, with his two hands together, and his right hand loosely holding a pair of jade chopsticks, turning over the four plates of side dishes on the table.
The soldiers kneeling on both sides of the arch bridge in armor were not living people, they were purely supported by fire, they looked like flame helmets hanging in mid-air, and the golden eyes of fire were hidden under the helmets, looking eerie.
After waiting for a while, a man came from the mountains, five big and three thick, with a waist as thick as a bucket, his face was messy with hair, and his cheeks were purple and black.
The thick and fat fingers shook off, conjured up a pair of silver chopsticks, and immediately put them on the plate, causing the long-faced man to change color, snapped the chopsticks, and cursed:
"What a barbarian habit!"
"What?"
The thick-waisted strong man gave him an unceremoniously sided over and replied:
"Aren't you a barbarian? Or am I not a barbarian?"
This sentence immediately blocked the thin-faced man's mouth, he said 'hey' and replied:
"Now he is also the master of the center of the world, and there are many beautiful men in the Murong family, how did you come out of such a naïve and dirty look as you Murong Yan! The name of the blind is still said to be in the south... Mention the past of the Northern Di."
The thick-waisted strong man sneered:
"Jiangnan is also half of the world, it may not be worse than the north back then, you are a Nanman in the Central Plains, when the Shangyuan True Monarch traveled north and Duanmu Kui did domineering things? Even Jiang Boqing dared to tease the prince... What dignity do you want to say?"
Shangyuan has now become a true monarch, even if the two mention him, they have to mention [Journey to the North], and Duanmu Kui is much more rude, the two quarrel and quarrel, after all, the personal relationship is not shallow, Murong Yan picked up two chopsticks and dishes, and only said:
"Bai Lin is on the other side, if the Taoist friend of the camp can't put his face on it and is afraid, let me try him again first."
"I'm not afraid of him."
It was Lou Yingge's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was not easily provoked by the other party's words, and his tone was flat:
"'Mingyang' is a Taoist system that likes great achievements and loves power, the stronger the stronger, the weaker the weak, he doesn't say that he has all five laws, even if he encounters Shen Zi, it is stained with a little bit of Xiaocheng, not to mention me, even [Qi Lanyan] has to consider it here..."
"As for now... Just broke through the Purple Mansion, his life is not complete, in the final analysis, it is just a bit of a mysterious early stage of the Purple Mansion, you can suppress him enough to choke, not to mention me."
Murong Yan laughed, the horizontal flesh on her face was squeezed together, and she replied:
"You're doing well, I heard about him a few days ago, and I was still a little disdainful... Saying that his fate is added, Mingyang has been tossed into this appearance, how much blessing can be given to him... It's not that if you have a fate, you don't need to practice any secret methods or exercises, and Emperor Wei's suppression of the world is not fate... Back then, there were few Prince Wei who could say that he suppressed his peers, let alone today?"
"I just heard that the genius of the Tiefu Kingdom, Helian Wumeng, who has risen in recent years, fought against him, and while he didn't have a spiritual weapon in his hand, he couldn't easily take him down... That's why I value it a little more."
He Murong Yan is also a genius of the Murong family, and the area in the north is vast, and the population is much larger than in the south.
What is even more rare is that the Northern Taoist system monopolized the rich heritage left by the many Heavenly Empires, Immortal Sects, and Immortal Sects that were shattered back then, whether it is spiritual objects or bloodline, how can the disciples of the Sun Dao system go far south and develop the barbarians to compare? If it weren't for the fact that the Sun Dao Tong had a background in the Qingsong Temple, and had obtained several magic treasures and spiritual treasures by virtue of his ancestral relationship, and the northern heart would not be unified, he would not have had to toss like this over the years.
After so many years of war and friction between the north and the south, to put it bluntly, the north has always been a few Buddhist cultivators who have seen their interests and went south alone, and even rarely have the Zifu War.
"In addition to the Jade True Honorable and Duanmu Kuina's inhuman beings... Everyone can see it, but now... There are really few things worth seeing in the south!"
It was Lou Yingge who no longer moved his chopsticks, only poured himself and drank, and replied:
"Helian Wumeng is a genius, but he is also still young, if one day he crosses the immortal threshold, puts on the [Daxia Ying Bronze Armor], picks up the [Ten Thousand Cities with the Imperial Guard], and then swallows the [Chi Tie Dan] of Helian Fanlian, I am afraid that the little son of the Tuoba family can be compared, when the time comes, you and I... None of them are as good as him."
As soon as these words came out, he really couldn't say anything, so he could only squint his eyes, his fierce expression faded, and he said coldly:
"His ancestors were arrogant, and now they are down, there is no genius who can go hand in hand with him to share spiritual objects, if one person is allowed to hold the many treasures of my Murong family, which one can stop it?"
"This is not interesting!"
It was Lou Yingge who shook his head and said:
"If you say this, why don't you say that you were born in the Murong family, not in some commoner's tenant family? Furthermore, your Murong family can have such a beautiful scenery, which is the grace of Emperor Xuan, and it cannot be compared with his family at all!"
His Murong family was one of the most profitable families in the Northern Di, and he was defeated by his father Qi family in the battle of the Celestial Empire. Fortunately, the Mandate of Heaven was revived, and there was a Murong Jie of Yanxuan.
This emperor was ordered to use force to subdue the three religions, and then issued an edict:
"The Buddha cultivates kung fu step by step, the great way, and the demon practices the art by preserving the nature...... Immortals, the method of repairing supernatural powers, returning to the origin, and not losing the honorable position."
This edict is known as the [Zhongxuan Emperor's Edict], which defines immortals and demons from Taoism to masterful techniques, and Shixiu is [Cultivation Kung Fu], turning to the worship of [Compassion Path].
From then on, the order of the Yan Kingdom's Taoist system was clear, and the talented immortal cultivators and demons with good talents could turn to the path of compassion when their longevity was over and they had certain magical powers.
Once the Buddha Dao became a possible path for the monks of the Purple Mansion and the Strange Mansion, the contradictions in it quickly eased - after all, no matter how harsh it was, no one minded having one more way out of the way out of the house, and the Compassion Dao also used [Big Belly Tolerance] as the doctrine to achieve each other, and from then on it was out of control.
Although due to excessive expansion, the competition among the Buddha is fierce, and it is not as stable as the other six phases, which are difficult for a hundred years, but the Murong family has been a blessing in disguise and has reached the peak step by step.
He turned to say:
"Helian Wumeng went deep into the hinterland, he would definitely not use all his strength, he Tiefu Kingdom ranked last among the princes, and he didn't dare to be impulsive.
"You have no worries behind you now, and you are fighting with him! You have more magical powers than him, and you have more spiritual weapons than him, I heard that he doesn't even have a weapon that is suitable for his skills, just pay attention... The current situation is unclear, you and I are all tempting, don't be murderous, and don't chase too deeply."
He said quietly:
"Helian Wumeng has already arrived at the Xuanmiao Temple, and he is testing what kind of Zhu Gong from the Xuanmiao Temple area... Not to mention that she was injured, even if she was safe and sound, she couldn't ask for any bargains in front of Helian Wumeng, Yi Shu... Tinglan will definitely pass."
When he mentioned Tinglan Zhenren, his eyes were a little complicated, after all, she was also a Qi person, and they knew each other in their early years... At this moment, he only faintly passed through his face, and replied:
"Even so, I still have to press the formation for you to prevent a few remnants of the Sun Dao System from using any moves."
Murong Yan's expression did not change, and he nodded and said:
"The soldiers and horses of all the provinces have not arrived, so let's test the waters first."
He turned into magic smoke and dispersed, leaving Lou Ying Pavilion sitting alone in the pavilion, the expression on his face gradually flattening.
"Luoxia looks like she is letting go and ignoring it, and her attitude is really ambiguous... Although Murong Yan said that it was Wuguang Dao Tong and did not want to fall into passivity... But no matter how you look at it, it is a bit disdainful."
"And the interests of the north are intertwined, and it is even more chaotic, even if a consensus is reached... In the end, there is a lot of room for operation... In Li Qianyuan's matter, all forces have different attitudes, some are radical, some are moderate, and even one party has a slight favor... But delaying the fall of the Wei Emperor is something that everyone secretly agrees with... If the Wuguang Dao system is ignored for a long time, the families will not only squeeze benefits...'
He raised his glass, it seemed that he didn't have much disgust with the Li family on the other side of the river, nor did he insist on restoring the appearance of the building as rumored.
"The king doesn't care... I can't help but care, the future of the Gao family is in our hands... Now that even the Cui family has wisely protected themselves, and they continue to stubbornly insist on the so-called ancestral grace, it will inevitably push my Gao family into the abyss..."
"My family has already lost once in the troubled times at the end of the Liang Dynasty... Only some surface glamor remains... If you lose again this time... The Gao family is no longer alive!'
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The Great River.
The dense demonic energy continued to emerge in the air, turning into pieces of cold wind, and the thick-waisted strong man appeared, but with a slight pause, this demonic energy transformed into shiny armor that shone brightly, and hung on him one by one.
His expression was not as exciting as the imminent fight, and the eyes between his horizontal flesh were not as presumptuous and reckless as before, but as calm as water, full of meticulous thoughts.
"What a rare opportunity..."
He stood above the river like this, the surging demonic energy mixed with the colorless and hazy light surrounding him, rising into the sky, dyeing the sky to the north quickly turning into a light gray color.
There was an earth-shattering shout below, but Murong Yan's eyes were staring straight ahead.
Almost instantly, the man wearing golden unicorn armor and hanging from his waist was already standing on the cliff mountain towering on the riverbank, looking at it from a distance, and a pair of golden eyes stabbed over, making Murong Yan obviously smile.
The demonic smoke on the riverbank was getting stronger and stronger, he didn't say much, he slowly raised his hand, and took out a long weapon from the void.
This thing looked like a sword, but on the hilt of the iron dragon's mouth was a whole round hard iron pillar, each section was like a splicing of white bones, about four feet long, longer than an ordinary sword.
After only waiting for a moment, his figure had disappeared from the spot, and the billowing magic smoke on the riverbank should be like a tide, roaring and roaring, and the thunderous sound exploded in mid-air:
"Murong Yan of Yan State, come and ask for advice!"
At the same time, the invisible hazy water had quickly gathered, shrouding the sky with a mighty brilliance like a water curtain, flickering and disappearing.
Divine power "Flattery of the Morning"!
Murong Yan was by no means a good person, even if he estimated that the other party was not his opponent, he had one more magical power than the other party, but since there was no certainty of absolute crushing, he was never polite when he came up, and at the same time as the spiritual weapon attacked, the rolling magical power also shrouded him in an instant.
The brilliance between heaven and earth dimmed for a moment, and the people and horses on both sides of the strait raised their heads thoughtfully, obviously the sun was shining brightly between heaven and earth, but the dazzling brilliance could not reach the earth, and the two sides of the strait were gloomy.
This dullness is not like darkness, although it is gray, everything can be seen, but the colors are no longer bright and dull.
Only the pair of golden eyes on the cliff were still bright.
The moment the other party made a full move, the water vapor that came to his face had already made everything clear:
"'Mare Water'... It is the power of female water.'
In the darkness, all kinds of magical powers and mana in Li Zhouwei's body became dull, female water was the way to manifest the world, and the other party was the direct descendant of the Murong family, the Purple Mansion, this magical power blocked the influence, taking the lead!
The golden-eyed man suddenly slowed down for a moment to arouse his magical powers, Murong Yan's spiritual weapon had already hit in front of him, and the strange-looking iron weapon came with billowing magic smoke, but he saw that Li Zhouwei only had time to turn sideways slightly and take a step back.
Murong Yan was not surprised, his 'Ning Wuchen' was originally occupying the active magical power, and the more he fell into his rhythm, the more effective the influence of this magical power would be!
The spiritual weapon in his hand did not fail, it was just slightly deflected, not only Li Zhouwei gave in exchange for reaction time, Murong Yan's other hand also immediately pinched the technique!
But at this moment, Li Zhouwei had already stopped his pace of withdrawing, raised his hand, and a big hand passed through the rolling magic wind, as fast as thunder, and actually grabbed it on his neck.
"So bold! My demon cultivator's body, how can I hesitate to exchange injuries with you!'
His eyes flashed, the spell in his hand stagnated, and he immediately changed his palm to take it, and the magical power urged more and more intensely, but the man in front of him had already raised his other hand and blocked it in front of his spiritual weapon with his wrist.
He didn't use the spiritual treasure, he only greeted him with the [Qianyang Bracelet] body!
"Bang!"
The dull sound of the collision of spiritual weapons sounded, a little light burst out with sparks, this spiritual treasure was stimulated, emitting a vast amount of brilliance, everything that was dark suddenly brightened, and the solidified sky light finally regained its flow.
Li Zhouwei's figure scattered and regrouped, close at hand, the demonic wind blowing on the Dharma body dissipated on its own, and his eyebrows were already lit up.
Murong Yan did not pause, nor was he half surprised, looking directly at his golden eyes, the rolling magic wind blew on his face, and a hissing sound came from his lips and tongue, and he could vaguely see that there was a foreign object surging in it.
"Edict!"