Chapter 1577 The storm is coming
"Amitabha, the rain is about to come and the wind is everywhere..."
Zong Wu's face was like a weather-beaten dark iron stone, and he was looking steadily at the crystal light in front of him.
Countless rays of light streaked across the sky as meteors, falling in the direction where he was.
"Have you finally discovered it?"
Zong Wulian closed his eyes and still maintained his previous posture of sitting cross-legged.
Many elite disciples in Fenxiang Valley were shocked to realize that the source of the changes in Fenxiang Valley was from the direction of the forbidden altar...
Naturally, none of them dared to delay anymore, and they all used the fastest speed to control the magic weapons and fly towards this side.
After all, snowing seems beautiful, but it is a crisis that affects the future of the entire Incense Valley... They have no choice but to not care.
It just hasn’t landed yet.
Some sharp-eyed people shouted loudly: "There is someone in the forbidden area!"
Everyone could clearly see that a rather simple-looking man was sitting quietly cross-legged. He was dressed in coarse linen and looked like a carriage driver, but he could face more than a hundred people. The disciples of Fenxiang Valley remained calm at all...
Everyone could clearly feel Yue Zhi Yuanting's master attitude.
And getting in this direction...
Everyone could clearly detect that the wind and snow were getting stronger and the chill was getting even crazier.
The disciples with lower cultivation levels couldn't help but sneeze one after another from the cold. In fact, they were already shivering from the cold just a moment ago, but Fenxiang Valley is hot all year round, who would prepare coarse cotton clothes?
There was no other way, they could only hold on and go into battle.
Just got here...
Each one of them had eyes dizzy from the cold and limbs stiff. Not to mention fighting, if not for the support of their companions, they would have fallen to the ground like dumplings.
More than a hundred people fell to the ground at the same time.
A young and handsome man had a slightly arrogant look on his face. He glanced back and forth at Zong Wulian. Although he had an extraordinary bearing, there was no unusual movement around him... It seemed that he seemed to be a man who had been living there all year round. Ordinary people in high positions, not monks with advanced cultivation.
Then he shouted rudely: "Who are you? Does this snowstorm have something to do with you?"
Zong Wulian said calmly: "This road is blocked!"
"What?"
The young man's face suddenly changed slightly, and he said angrily: "Are you actually turning your back on the guests in my Fenxiang Valley? Come here, get me some of these things that don't know how to live or die... This is eight to nine times out of ten related to this kind of vision. Others, come in with me, there must be a real evil villain inside."
The words fell.
Immediately, two disciples dressed in red stepped forward quickly, holding fairy swords and going to take Zong Wu Lian...
Zong Wulian looked steadily at the two Fenxiang Valley disciples walking towards him and slowly closed his eyes.
Then he suddenly opened his mouth and shouted: "Get out!"
Although it was only one word, it was like a sudden thunder in the ears of the two disciples. They both exclaimed at the same time and unconsciously fell to the ground. For a moment, their limbs were sore and weak, and they were too scared to stand up.
That is to say, Zong Wulian knew that his task was to delay time...
If he kills directly, he will probably be stimulated to burst out with a powerful force. When the time comes, he will definitely not be able to compete with it based on his own strength.
Since Su Jing wants to buy as much time as possible for himself, then he should try his best.
He raised his eyes...
He looked at the young man intently.
"Good boy, did you think I was wrong?"
An angry look flashed through the man's eyes, and he shouted: "I want to see how much you weigh."
After the words fell, he waved...
Three feet in front of him, a long ruler emitting red light appeared, spinning around him, emitting extremely powerful power... and full of spiritual energy, accompanied by a loud shout from him.
This red ruler went straight towards Zong Wulian!
The look in Zong Wulian's eyes was as calm as ever, as if he didn't care about the red ruler...
It was only when the long ruler was close that he suddenly stretched out his hand.
Hold it directly in your hands.
"What?"
The man's expression suddenly changed...
He shouted angrily: "Let go!"
An extremely hot fire suddenly appeared on the ruler...
The red fire burned blazingly, but Zong Wulian didn't care. He let the flames burn his hands. He slowly stood up with the long ruler and made a stroke with his hand.
A line one foot deep appeared beside him.
"Those who cross the line die!"
He said calmly and threw the long ruler back.
Li Xun reached out to pick it up, only to find that the opponent's strength contained extremely strong power.
He was almost carried away by this long ruler...
He hurriedly stood still. Even so, his feet still plowed two deep ravines on the ground.
And in just this moment, Zong Wulian's burned tiger's mouth recovered quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"This...is this a monster?"
"He was able to grab Senior Brother Li Xun's Nine-Yang Ruler with his bare hands. No...he was injured, but why is the injury missing?"
"His expression doesn't change at all? Doesn't he feel anything?"
Everyone looked at Zong Wulian in surprise.
The low-pitched discussions were full of shock towards Zong Wulian...
Zong Wulian sat cross-legged again.
He glanced around... and saw that all these disciples had been restrained by him.
He nodded with satisfaction.
But not even a moment has passed...
His face quickly became solemn again, and suddenly a thunder sounded in his ears, "What a magical skill, just to go wild in my Fenxiang Valley... I'm afraid this kind of skill is not enough."
Zong Wulian looked up at the sky.
I saw a simple old man slowly falling from the sky.
There was no fluctuation, but the diffuse wind and snow melted spontaneously when it came within ten feet of him...
When he landed, the earth was covered in silver, but only under his feet, vitality returned.
He looked at Zong Wulian with eyes full of cold and murderous intent, especially when he looked behind him... the extremely hot altar before was now covered with frost, and the frost even felt familiar.
It seems like...
The feeling of Junior Brother Shangguan's Nine Ningbing Ice Thorns!
Sure enough, it was a wrong decision to let Junior Brother Shangguan leave before... But now, there is no doubt that something extremely bad has happened.
And the person in front of me is just a lackey.
"I am entangled with you, please get out of here..."
Yun Yilan regarded it as if it was nothing and strode towards the altar.
"I said, those who cross the line will die!"
Zong Wulian stood in front of Yun Yilan without hesitation...
"Get away!!!"
Yun Yilan waved his hand towards Zong Wulian as if chasing away an anxious fly...
But within the palm of his hand, there is a golden flame, as clear as jade or glaze, crystal clear. Where is there any sign of flame?
Fire is in a fluid state, just like running water.
Such a miraculous vision.
Immediately many disciples of Fenxiang Valley became excited and excited. Isn't this the most supreme Yuyang realm in the Incense Jade Book?
Could it be said that the old man, the Valley Owner, has...
Has there been a breakthrough?
