Chapter 509: Behind the scenes

Wushan.

The grand formation on Wushan Mountain was first arranged by Duanmukui, and it was a majestic Zifu-level witchcraft formation. Unfortunately, after Duanmukui's death, all the Yues welcomed Qingchi, and this witchcraft formation had already been dedicated to the Qingchi Sect.

Then Zhongzi in the back corner captured Wushan and re-arranged his formation, with a pitch-black light shield covering Wushan tightly.

At the foot of the mountain stood a pile of bones, with a pool of blood boiling. The high priest was kneeling on the ground shivering. Gray wind emerged from the mountain and gradually stopped in front of him, transforming into an old man in black. His eyes were dark and cold, looking at the person in front of him. The mountains are getting more and more.

The high priest finally got a response. He was frightened and happy, and said in horror:

"Sir! The first army underestimated the enemy... and was defeated by the rebels in the six towns. All the generals were captured, and more than 5,000 people were killed and wounded. The rear army was also defeated. They were all driven into the six towns, and the six towns were on the lookout. And surrender, the troops have reached the North Courtyard..."

Shan Yue Ji Zhu's face turned ugly when he heard this, and he whispered:

"Trash."

This man was naturally indifferent. He stroked his black clothes, put the sacrifices in his bag, flew up in the gray wind, stopped in the air, put his hand between his eyebrows, and listened.

"Dahe Mingfang."

He was quite cautious and listened carefully, but found that the rebel stopped motionless a hundred miles away from the royal court, so he could only curse and became suspicious:

"Could it be that someone wants to lure me out of the mountain? It just happens to be a hundred miles away from my immortal base..."

Thinking of this, Mu Mili suddenly felt uneasy:

"In today's world, [Danger] is coming from the north, and there is an atmosphere of unrest in the world. The clan of wolves and tigers are sleeping on the side. Senior brother has not returned for many years, so we must be careful."

After thinking about this, he planned to drive the wind back and ask several questions in detail. Suddenly, he felt a fever in the back of his head. The clouds in the sky suddenly dispersed, and a bright golden light flew down. He heard a loud shout:

"Waiting for you!"

Mu Mili suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, his body immediately became blurred, bursts of black smoke emerged from the soles of his feet, and he tried to escape, thinking in horror:

'who is it? ! ’

I saw this bright golden light, and white stone bricks emerged one after another, fitting closely together, transforming into a huge pass city gate. The city gate was towering, and the two white door legs were carved with many lines, bright and crystal clear. Very majestic.

Inside the city gate, there was a bright light, hazy, as if facing a blazing sun. The light spurted out, washing away the gray wind on the soles of his feet. Mu Mili was shocked for a moment, and immediately shook his sleeves. Two turtle shields flew out.

Only now did he see clearly that there was a person sitting cross-legged in Mingguan Gate, smiling broadly. The Taoist robes rustled loudly in the air, and the bright light illuminated the town and river under his feet. The young man smiled and said:

"Ximing was ordered to wait here. I have been waiting for a long time!"

Li Ximing obtained the "Ming Hua Huang Yuan Jing" from the same source, and had already spent time converting his magic power. Although the immortal foundation was not as successful as the orthodox "Ming Hua Huang Yuan Jing", it was more magical, like the sun hanging in the sky.

"Li Ximing?"

Mu Mili never thought that it was really the Li family. For a moment, he felt unbelievable and regretted:

‘It’s a big deal! ’

It was not that Mu Mili had never thought about the Li family's attack, but he was smart enough to think that the Li family's temper would inevitably develop step by step. At the very least, he would have to suffer from the Yu family and the Fei family, which had not even built a foundation, and then to the single Huo Luo evil, and finally Will go home.

He just wanted to defend Wushan for Jiao Zhongzi, but he also felt that the Li family did not come so early, so he delayed leaving, and now he fell into the tiger's mouth.

"Damn it!"

He silently kneaded, and black air emitted from the two turtle shields. Each of them held a foot, and he felt a burst of blazing light rushing towards his face, exposing the skin and flesh on his face to emit blue smoke, as if he was about to fall off. He came down and gritted his teeth and said:

"You, the Li family, are so cunning and cautious, with so many foundations built, you still want to use such means to lure me out of the mountain!"

Li Ximing only silently urged Xianji to suppress it under the "Huangyuan Pass" and said softly:

"Wushan is the former residence of Duan Mukui. Even if a few tricks are left behind, our small foundation will be destroyed forever. Our predecessors have profound witchcraft skills, so don't belittle yourself."

Mu Mili felt as if he was stuck in the mud. The bright light in the pass was hazy, making his robes burst into flames. He only observed that Li Ximing was probably an immortal of the Mingyang line, and was good at suppressing it. He didn't know that Li Qinghong and others There, he lowered his body and said softly:

"Ximing wants nothing more than a place beyond the mountains, so let me go... I will go back to the mountains and clean up, and I won't come back... Why fight and kill!"

Li Ximing's suppression force in "Huangyuan Pass" became stronger, and he was happy to delay with him, and only asked:

"Answer me, where is the purple in the corner?"

Mu Mili kept silent and responded silently. He seemed to understand that the Li family had no chance of letting him go. He took out a wooden charm from his sleeve with a sullen face, crushed it, and said coldly:

"If senior brother wasn't here, how could you dare to look north!"

As soon as the wooden talisman was crushed, Wushan was shaken. A string of black clouds flew up from the top of the mountain, rustling loudly, rising up, and rushed towards where the two of them were.

"Boom!"

"Huangyuan Pass" shook slightly, and the black clouds suddenly gathered together and turned into a leopard beast with black fur and long tail. It had bright green eyes. It should be the mount of Azusa in the horn. It spoke human words like thunder. :

"Maku Mili! What the hell has your mother got into? Call grandpa out urgently."

Mu Mili only cursed:

"Stupid thing... The Li family wants to plot against me, Wushan!"

The beast was immediately frightened, and rolled up like a cloud, trying to break Mu Mili out from under the Ming Pass, but saw a piece of cold snow coming from the east, and the fierce wind and snow blew it out of the clouds.

Li Xijun was dressed in white, with a sword behind him. He came on the snow with a handsome face. He put his two fingers together and blew a sharp cold wind. The young man nodded slightly and smiled:

"I've met Taoist friends."

The Li family is famous for their swords. Before Li Xijun drew his sword, the beast was already on tenterhooks. The two brothers stood in the air, showing the appearance of a large clan of immortals.

Mu Mili exchanged dozens of moves with Li Ximing, but still could not break away from the bright light. His face was covered with red spots, his lips were white, and he was angry in his heart.

He could understand that the man in front of him had little experience in fighting and did not know any powerful spells. However, Xianji was so powerful that he allowed all kinds of witchcraft to be intertwined with him and suppressed him to death with just a clear pass.

What's more, this Mingguan seems to be a natural path for suppression and obliteration, and it is difficult for him to escape. Although Li Ximing can do nothing for him for a while, Mu Mili's mana and vitality are declining rapidly, and he is getting deeper and deeper into it.

"Juwu, help me quickly!"

Mu Mili was an experienced foundation builder. He could tell at a glance that Li Xijun had just made a breakthrough, and his heart that had been plunged into deep despair quickly became more active:

‘Not Li Qinghong from Xuanlei Daoji! He's just a kid who has just started building foundations... his vitality should be here! ’

Mu Mili suddenly became excited. Faced with Li Qinghong, who was catching thunder and lightning, the two of them really had no way of survival. They immediately summoned the monster Ju Wu.

The black panther-like monster glanced at it and chased after him. However, he saw the young man in front of him making a hand and chanting a mantra. With his two fingers together, dozens of white air spurted out. The sunflower light fluctuated and turned into a thin stream. The cold snow and wind of pine needles hit my face.

"Ouch! You..."

The demon only uttered one sentence, and the cold Yin energy spread throughout his body. White snow fell in the sky, and Ju Wu's figure suddenly stopped. Li Xijun calmly pressed Qingfeng and drew his sword.

"Qiang!"

The bright white sword light danced. It took more than ten years for the foundation-building sword [Hanlin] to be cast, and it finally showed its proper color. The slightly slender sword body danced with the fierce sword light, showing a bright white color like snow.

‘Yueque Sword Arc! ’

A snowflake in the sky above, below, left, and right moved an inch, and Gowu let out a cry like a howl, and flew up two short and thick hairy fingers.

Li Xijun picked up a sword when he was a child and practiced swordsmanship in the snow in the mountains for forty years. Now when he draws the sword and sees blood, he has a satisfying feeling.

Many people in the Li family have mastered the Yue Que Sword Arc over the past century. Li Xuanling was quite talented in swordsmanship, but unfortunately he died early. Li Yuanjiao only regarded the sword as a killing instrument, and his swordsmanship skills were also not high. Several people's Yue Que Sword Arc was not good enough. It looks like a blue and white light, imitating Li Chijing's sword.

Only the Yueque Sword in Li Tongya's hands back then had an arc as big as a sail and a strong sword power. It was Li Tongya's own sword. Now Li Xijun picked up a sheet of snow-white, cool and fierce, and finally jumped out of those lines.

‘The three-month moon shines brightly! ’

The long sword in his hand was raised back, throwing out three smart and cunning white lights. While Li Xijun was holding the sword, a trace of sigh flashed through his mind:

"The Sword Code is so exquisite that it will be difficult to read in a lifetime. Our ancestors only held the sword for fifteen years before compiling this book. There is no other genius like this."

His mind was turning, but the sword in his hand never slowed down. [Tu Jun Kuiguang] and swordsmanship were a perfect match. Juwu was restrained by this spell, making it difficult to cast the spell, let alone resist the swordsmanship? He was beaten until he vomited black blood.

Juwu felt like he was dead. He was originally a monster, but to the point where he was reduced to a mount. He was worse than an ordinary casual cultivator. How could he withstand this swordsmanship? He said sadly:

"For helping your mother, Mu Mili... I'm going to be beheaded!"

Mu Mili, who was on the other end, had just been involved in a tug of war with Li Ximing. Hearing this, his heart felt cold and he said in a cold voice:

"Leave quickly to find your senior brother!"

After he said this, he took several pills, and the Xianji suddenly started to work with all his strength. He took out another piece of bronze, his eyes were faintly red, he grabbed it with one hand on the other shoulder, and removed it with a click. arm.

Before the blood flowed out, he had already raised his arm high, and a red light suddenly appeared, turning into a big ghost with a green face and fangs, and rushed towards Li Xijun brazenly.

"Finally there is an orthodox witchcraft."

Li Xijun let the monster run away, waiting for it in his own time. He looked at the green-faced ghost with interest before drawing his sword and stepping forward.

Although Wushan is said to be a witchcraft inheritance, everyone from top to bottom, including Duanmukui himself, practices the Zifu Jindan Dao. Duanmukui seems to have some witchcraft skills, but he rarely teaches these disciples and only throws away some skills. Practice.

Therefore, most of the witchcraft used in these Shanyue was half-immortal and half-witch, which seemed nondescript. Now that he saw decent witchcraft for the first time, Li Xijun observed it carefully.

This green-faced ghost is full of fangs, is two feet tall, has a ferocious face, and is engraved with various spells. It has no power fluctuations on its body, but has a faint cyan halo.

Li Xijun fired a few swords and found that the green-faced ghost was quite soft, like a clay sculpture. It healed quickly and seemed even more afraid of magic.

He picked up the sunflower light and saw that the blue-faced ghost's green halo was greatly reduced. He took out various magic talismans, tried them all one by one, and secretly noted them down.

Li Xijun tried silently, while Mu Mili and Li Ximing fought for more than a hundred rounds. They gradually couldn't bear it anymore. He made a secret in his hand, patted the storage bag, took out a few more skulls, and threw them into the air.

The black smoke on his body immediately crashed into his skull, turning into five or six black mountain ghosts, roaring towards him, trying to go up the "Huangyuan Pass" and pounce on Li Ximing's body.

But just as these mountain ghosts got up, the four ancient talismans on the left side of Huangyuan Pass suddenly shone, and all the mountain ghosts immediately bounced away. Li Ximing laughed and said:

"Although I, Ming Yang, am not as good as Xuan Lei in dealing with such filthy things, I am still ranked high. Senior, please don't use these little tricks!"

Maku Mili seemed to have expected it, but when he saw this scene, his face was still pale, so he had to call back these black smoke-emitting mountain ghosts and surround him to help resist the grinding and suppressing power.

His condition continued to decline, and he cut off an arm to save Gowu. All kinds of witchcraft to save himself failed, and soon he was in a predicament where his magic power and vitality were at the bottom.

But Li Ximing, on the other hand, was still calm and composed, using the "Huangyuan Pass" to polish his cultivation bit by bit, until Mu Mili was cornered. Seeing Li Xijun kill the green-faced ghost with one sword, he finally gritted his teeth and sealed the deal.

Several mountain ghosts swarmed up in an instant, hitting the hazy light in the middle of Mingguan with a loud roar, making a violent roar.

"Boom!"

This Immortal Base and Li Ximing were originally one. He couldn't sit still for a while. He only felt a tightness in his chest and abdomen, and the suppressive and polishing power he had maintained finally relaxed.

Mu Mili was waiting for this opportunity. His cultivation and body instantly burned and transformed into a streak of blood. He then pinched out several talismans and hit them on the "Huangyuan Pass", making a violent sound.

With the superposition of multiple methods, the suppressive and polishing power was temporarily relaxed. Mu Mili quickly seized the time, fought to the death, and rushed out of Mingguan in one breath.

Li Ximing took a deep breath before he recovered. He watched him flee for several miles, chuckled, and waved his sleeves gently. The remaining huge and bright pass suddenly turned into a stream of white light and he quickly chased after it, trying to sweep away the blood. The light is absorbed.

"Want to leave now? Look down on me!"

He had just released Mingguan, and Li Xijun had caught up with him early just in case, but he saw a figure emerging from the clouds in the distance. His sleeves were drawn up to cover the red light.

Li Ximing frowned and paused, took a closer look, and was stunned. He watched helplessly as the man flew slowly towards the shuttle with a piece of white porcelain brilliance under his feet.

"this……"

The man is somewhat aged, with gentle brows, deep eyes and a long face. His beard and hair are all white, mixed with bits of gray. He is wearing a white cloud-sleeved long coat and stands with his hands behind his back.

There were several medicine bags hanging on his body, and he was holding the red light in his hand. No matter how much the light flowed, it could not escape. He looked slowly and said softly:

"Tomorrow."

Li Ximing was stunned for a moment, then quickly bowed down and said in a choking voice:

"Ximing has met the master!"

Li Xijun reacted immediately, saluted and replied:

"I've met Senior Xiao!"

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