Chapter 664 Mi Qianshang Arrives
Within the escaping light, a middle-aged monk wearing a Taoist robe, with a white face and no beard, and an extraordinary bearing could be vaguely seen, rushing towards the empty space with his hands on his back.
Looking at the aura of this person, it is impossible to measure it. Even the mysterious man in black robes is far behind him.
When they were still halfway there, the middle-aged monk quickly raised his hand and formed a layer of cyan protective light curtain out of thin air, covering Qin Tian and the two of them.
Seeing this situation, the mysterious man in black robe suddenly turned gloomy, obviously having recognized the identity of the person coming.
Mi Yunxin, who was already extremely weak, had a look of surprise on his face, and even exclaimed:
"Dad~! Why are you here!"
When Qin Tian heard this, he couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He felt a sense of survival after the disaster in his heart, and then he quickly put away the Jinxuan Orb calmly.
Obviously, the person who came must be the supreme elder of Wuxuan Dao Sect, or even the elder of Mi Yunxin!
Sure enough, after the middle-aged monk arrived, he quickly came to the two of them. First, he frowned slightly and glanced at their injuries, and then said in a somewhat self-blaming tone:
"The two major forces broke the rules first. Naturally, our sect will not sit idly by and ignore it. It's just that the incident happened suddenly. Fortunately, my father came in time!"
After hearing this, Mi Yunxin seemed to have remembered something, and couldn't help but said with slightly bright eyes:
"To be able to leave seclusion at this time, could it be...!"
When the middle-aged monk heard this, he just nodded slightly, gave a reassuring look, and didn't say much more.
Then his eyes turned and quickly fell on Qin Tian, who was standing quietly aside in a state of embarrassment.
In an instant, the latter felt cold all over his body, as if he was about to be seen through!
Seeing this situation, Qin Tian's eyes flashed and he quickly stepped forward and bowed and said:
"Junior Qin Tian has met the Supreme Elder!"
At the same time, Mi Yunxin on the side moved his lips slightly, apparently making a report using the secret method of sound transmission.
At this moment, time seems to pass extremely slowly!
Facing the gazes of the strong men in the Nascent Soul stage, Qin Tian even had the illusion that his days were like years!
But fortunately, this situation did not last long. After waiting for a while, the middle-aged monk who learned the ins and outs did not show any signs of being angry. Instead, his eyes shone with wisdom, and he praised with a half-smile. road:
"Not bad~! To be accepted as a close disciple by Patriarch Jinsha, he is indeed not an ordinary person!"
Hearing this, Qin Tian couldn't help but feel a slight shock in his heart. He quickly saluted again and said modestly:
"The Supreme Elder is so complimentary. It's just a fluke that this junior has been favored by his mentor!"
When the middle-aged monk saw this, a hint of deep meaning flashed in his eyes, and then he calmly said:
"No further talk, you two will heal your injuries quickly, and I will handle the matter in the meantime!"
When Qin Tian heard this, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then quickly sat cross-legged and began to swallow pills to heal his injuries.
After all, his current condition was almost extremely bad. Not only was his physical injuries extremely serious, but he was also suffering from the sequelae of the Explosive Spirit Art and Savage Battle Body. There was no room for any delay.
The condition of Mi Yunxin on the side was not much better, and there was even a look of pain on his face. It was obvious that the internal injuries had completely exploded and could no longer be suppressed.
The middle-aged monk turned around, his face quickly turned into a bone-chilling coldness, he looked at the mysterious black-robed man with murderous eyes, and said with a hint of sarcasm in his tone:
"Old ghost Ziyin, since you are here, why should you hide your head and show your tail? Is it because you are too shameless to see others?"
After hearing this, the eyes of the mysterious man in black robe flickered, and he simply stopped pretending. Instead, he waved his hand to shatter the black robe covering his body, and at the same time said coldly and arrogantly:
"I didn't expect that you, Mi Qianshang, would come down the mountain in person. Anyway, I will give you a lesson today and see if you have made any progress after decades of seclusion!"
As he spoke, the man in black robe revealed his true appearance. He turned out to be a white-bearded old man with white hair, childlike face, nine feet tall, wearing a purple Taoist robe, and an immortal air.
Judging from the surface, this person has an extraordinary bearing, and he has the air of a great master.
Obviously, his true identity is the Supreme Elder of the Youzhou Bixiao Sword Sect, Ziyin Zhenren!
Seeing this scene, the middle-aged monk Mi Qianshang across from him had an even more sarcastic look in his eyes, and then he sneered with murderous intent:
"A powerful man in the Nascent Soul stage, yet he does not hesitate to lower his status to attack the juniors, and also uses such despicable means as sneak attacks. You old ghost is really getting better and better. The face of the sword cultivators in the entire Jiuzhou Continent is simply ruined. You lost it all!
Since you want to die with all your heart, I will grant it to you today! "
As soon as he finished speaking, he could be seen making empty gestures with one hand without stopping, quickly gathering the majestic spiritual energy of heaven and earth, shooting out a series of simple and mysterious green talismans in the air, and galloping towards the old man opposite.
At the same time, there was a terrifying aura that suddenly erupted and enveloped the entire place.
Hearing such humiliating words, Master Ziyin was about to get angry, but sensing the strength of the momentum, he couldn't help but change his face and exclaimed in disbelief:
"This is.........the middle stage of Nascent Soul~! You actually succeeded in breaking through!"
However, as the words fell, there was no reply.
As for the many speeding green sigils, their whole bodies shone brightly, and they transformed into vivid illusory birds in the sky, and they quickly crossed the sky in one piece.
This wonderful scene, like a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix, is really pleasing to the eye, majestic and makes people secretly amazed.
But when it fell into the eyes of Ziyin Zhenren on the opposite side, his pupils shrank instantly, and then he quickly performed the method of combining body and sword, and turned into a sharp purple sword light with all his strength.
What was amazing was that the seemingly ordinary rusty iron sword also burst out with tremendous power at this moment, which also exceeded the limit of magic weapons.
In just a flash of light, accompanied by the long rainbow of sword intent, many illusory birds in the sky were chopped off.
Then the purple sword light did not stop, and suddenly chopped down at Mi Qianshang's head, splitting the ground into a gully thousands of feet long.
However, as the sword light gradually converged, Ziyin Zhenren's face was full of gloom.
Because in the sky, Mi Qianshang's figure suddenly appeared, and what was just chopped off was just a phantom!
Such a terrifying speed is almost to the point of being shocking, even Ziyin Zhenren, who is a sword cultivator, can hardly reach it at all.
This time, before the latter could make a move, several spells appeared again in the sky, evolving into a green barrier in mid-air, as if to suppress everything, covering the area of dozens of miles.
After the barrier was completely formed, more rich wood-type spiritual energy swarmed in, condensed into thick "Yi Mu Shen Lei", and bombarded continuously below.
Seeing this scene, Zi Yin Zhenren's face suddenly changed wildly, and he quickly used the "Sword Intention Transformed into Shield" method to resist, while constantly attacking the barrier, trying to force his way out!
