Chapter 941 Murong

The north bank of the river is bright and bright, and rows of monks stand quietly. Among the clouds, golden bodies are looming, with different shapes and appearances. They appear and disappear in the sky depending on their cultivation level and rank.

And at the highest point, a red true fire was gushing out continuously, converging into a long arch bridge. The spiritual fire rose up, climbed up along both sides of the arch bridge, and condensed into a pavilion on the bridge in the middle of the bridge. Divided into six corners, red flames are billowing.

A long-faced man dressed in gold is sitting in the pavilion, leaning on the table, his hands clasped together, and his right hand loosely holding a pair of jade chopsticks, turning over the four dishes on the table.

There were kneeling armored soldiers on both sides of the arch bridge. They were not alive, but were held up purely by blazing fire. They looked like flaming helmets hanging in mid-air. The golden eyes of fire were hidden under the helmets, making them look eerie.

After waiting for a while, a man came from the mountains. He was tall and thick, with a waist as thick as a barrel, with messy hair on his face, and purple-black cheeks. He walked in unceremoniously and sat down in front of him.

The thick and fat fingers flicked, and they formed a pair of silver chopsticks. They immediately put them into the plate, causing the long-faced man to change his color. He put the chopsticks down with a snap and cursed:

"What a barbarian habit!"

"how?"

The thick-waisted man gave him an unceremonious glance and replied:

"Are you not 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. There are many beautiful men in the Murong family. How come you, Murong Yan, are such a fool! When the name Bai Blind comes to the south, it is still talked about... in the past of Beidi."

The thick-waisted man sneered:

"The south of the Yangtze River is also half of the sea. It may not be worse than the north back then. You have a southern barbarian in the Central Plains. Did anyone say anything when Zhenjun Shangyuan traveled to the north and Duanmukui acted tyrannically? Even Jiang Boqing dared to play tricks on the princes... You want to What’s the point of being decent?”

Shangyuan has now become the true king. Even if they mention him, they can only mention it as "Northern Journey". Duan Mukui is much less polite. The two quarrel. After all, they have a good personal relationship. Murongyan picks up two chopsticks. Just said:

"Bai Lin is on the other side. If Fellow Taoist Yingge can't let go of his dignity and is frightened, let me give him another try first."

"I'm not afraid of him."

It was Lou Yingge who narrowed his eyes slightly and was not easily angered by the other party's words. His tone was calm:

"'Mingyang' is a Taoist tradition that loves great success and power. The stronger the strong, the weaker the weak. He doesn't say that he has all five methods, even if he encounters Shen Zi and has a little bit of small success, don't talk about me. Even at [Qi Lanyan], you have to think carefully when you get here..."

"As for now... I have just broken through the Zi Mansion, and my life is not intact. In the final analysis, it is just the early stage of the Zi Mansion that is a bit magical. You can suppress him enough just by going there, let alone me."

Murongyan laughed loudly, her face squeezed together, and she replied:

"You're right. I heard about him a few days ago and was still a little disdainful... He said that he was blessed with destiny. Ming Yang has been tortured into this state. How much blessing can be given to him... It's not that he has destiny. There is no need to practice any secret techniques or techniques, and Emperor Wei’s ability to suppress the world does not depend on fate... Not many of the princes of Wei back then could say they suppressed their peers, let alone today? "

"I just heard that Helianwu, a genius from the Tiefu Kingdom, who has risen in recent years, fought against him fiercely. Even though he didn't have a spiritual weapon in his hand, he couldn't easily take him down... so I paid more attention to him."

He, Murong Yan, is also a genius of the Murong family, and the north has a vast territory and a much larger population than the south. Royal families, descendants of emperors, and immortals gather here and intermarry with each other. The bloodline is widely distributed and can be fought out from among all the bloodlines. In the end, To achieve success in the Zi Mansion, he is already a first-class person.

What’s even more rare is the rich legacy left by the many celestial dynasties, immortal sects, and immortal sects that were destroyed when the northern Taoist lineage was destroyed. Whether it is spiritual objects or blood, how can it be compared to the disciples of the Sun Taoist lineage who went south and exploited the barbarians? of? If Taiyang Taoism had not been born in Qingsongguan, and had obtained several magic weapons and spiritual treasures through ancestral connections, the North would not have been so troubled all these years.

There has been war and friction between the north and the south for so many years. To put it bluntly, a few Buddhist cultivators in the north have always seen their own interests and went south alone. There are even rare wars in the Zifu. The people who use them are most of the casual cultivators in the world, but they have been able to force the Yue Kingdom. Almost all Taoist alliances have a considerable gap in strength...

‘Except for the inhuman existences of Yuzhen Zunshi and Duanmu Kuina... Sanyuan Erzi, you can all see through it. As for now... there are really few worth seeing in the south! ’

It was Louyingge who no longer moved his chopsticks, just poured himself a drink, and replied:

"He Lian Wu Meng is a genius, but he is also still in his infancy. If one day he crosses the threshold of immortality, puts on the [Great Xia Ying Bronze Armor], picks up the [Ten Thousand Cities Pyramid], and then swallows Helian Pan The [Imperial Iron Pill] that I have refined can only be compared to that of the young master of the Tuoba family. When the time comes, we will both be inferior to him."

His words made Murongyan's eyes widen, but these kinds of spiritual treasures were famous. As soon as he said this, he really couldn't say anything more. He could only narrow his eyes and his fierce look faded. He said coldly:

"His ancestors were heroic, but now he is in a state of decline. There are no comparable geniuses to share spiritual objects with him. If one person can hold the many treasures of my Murong family, who can stop them?"

"This is not interesting!"

It was Lou Yingge who shook his head and said:

"If you are talking like this, why don't you say that you were born in the Murong family, not in the home of some common people or tenants? Besides, the fact that your Murong family can be so prosperous is due to the grace of Emperor Xuan, which cannot be compared with other families at all!"

His Murong family was one of the families that benefited the most from the Northern Di. In the past, they lost to their father's Qi family in the battle for the Heavenly Kingdom. They were originally in danger, and they were at a loss in the chaos of the three religions... Fortunately, the destiny of heaven was revived, and Emperor Xuan of Yan, Murong Jie, appeared.

This emperor was ordered to take the throne in times of crisis. He first suppressed the three religions by force, and then issued an edict:

"Buddhists practice and verify skills step by step, which is the great way. Demons practice magic while preserving their nature... Immortals practice the method of supernatural powers, return to the origin, and do not lose their noble position."

This edict is called [Emperor Zhongxuan's Edict], which defines immortals and demons from the Taoist tradition as high-level magic, and Buddhism is [practice and verify skills], turning to worship [the way of compassion].

From then on, the order of the Yan State's Taoist tradition was clear. When the immortals and demons with good talents reached the end of their lifespans and had certain magical powers, they could turn to the path of compassion. Although they could not always succeed, they also gained a lot and accumulated more and more experience.

Once Buddhism became a possible path for the cultivators of Zifu and Yifu, the contradictions between them were quickly eased - after all, no matter how harsh it was, no one would mind having an extra way out when it was absolutely necessary. The path of compassion also took [big belly and tolerance] as its doctrine, and achieved mutual success. From then on, it was unstoppable. The expansion of Buddhism was extremely fast, and on its own path, it became more and more magical and different from other Buddhist cultivators, and it looked like it was competing for the top spot of the seven phases.

Although due to excessive expansion, the competition in Buddhism was fierce, and it was not as stable as the other six phases, and it was not easy to pass for a hundred years, but the Murong family got a blessing in disguise and stepped up to the top step by step. Now the three paths of magic, Buddhism, and immortality have all made achievements, and the magic and Buddhism complement each other. Murong Yan is naturally qualified to say this.

He then said:

"Helian Wumeng will not use his full strength if he goes deep into the hinterland. His Tiefu country ranks last among the princes and does not dare to act impulsively. It has been said that he is still immature, so it is normal to fight a draw."

"You are now free from worries, and you are fighting him! You have more magical powers and spiritual weapons than him. I heard that he does not even have a suitable weapon, and he only pays attention to... The current situation is unclear, you and I are just testing, don't kill him, and don't chase too deep."

He said faintly:

"Helian Wumeng has arrived at Xuanmiao Temple, and he is testing Zhu Gong from Xuanmiao Temple... Don't say she is injured, Even if she was safe and sound, she couldn't take advantage of Helian Wumeng. Yi Shu... Tinglan would definitely go there. "When he mentioned Tinglan Zhenren, his eyes were a little complicated. After all, she was also from Qi, and they knew each other in their early years... At this moment, he just said it lightly, and replied: "Even so, I still have to support you to prevent the remnants of the Sun Dao Sect from using any tricks." Murong Yan's expression did not change, and he nodded: "The troops of the various sects have not arrived yet, just test the water first." He turned into magic smoke and dissipated, leaving Lou Yingge sitting alone in the pavilion, and his expression gradually became calm. Luoxia looked like she let it go and ignored it, and her attitude was really ambiguous... Although Murong Yan said that the Wuguang Dao Sect did not want to be passive... but no matter how you look at it, there is a hint of disdain. ”

“And the interests in the north are intertwined and chaotic. Even if a consensus is reached... there is still a lot of room for maneuver in the end... Regarding Li Qianyuan, various forces hold different attitudes, some are radical, some are moderate, and even one party has a slight favorable impression... But delaying the fall of the Wei Emperor is something that everyone secretly agrees on... If the Wuguang Daotong delays, the various families will not only squeeze the interests...’

He raised his cup, and it seemed that he did not have too much aversion to the Li family on the other side of the river, nor did he insist on restoring the appearance of the building as rumored. All his actions seemed to be just a political stance, and there was only a faint coldness in his eyes:

‘The king does not care... but I cannot help but care. The future of the Gao family is in our hands... Now even the Cui family has protected themselves. If they continue to stubbornly insist on the so-called ancestors’ grace, it will inevitably push my Gao family into the abyss...’

‘My family has already lost once in the chaotic world at the end of the Liang Dynasty... only some superficial glory remains... If we lose again this time... the Gao family will no longer exist! ’

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Dajiang.

The dense demonic energy continued to surge in the air, turning into pieces of cold wind. The strong man with a thick waist appeared, and after a slight pause, the demonic energy turned into shining bright armor, which was hung on him one by one.

His expression did not show the excitement of the upcoming battle, and the eyes between the flesh were not as presumptuous and reckless as before, but calm as water, full of meticulous thoughts.

‘What a rare opportunity…’

He stood above the river, and the surging demonic energy mixed with colorless and hazy Huaguang surrounded him, rising into the sky, dyeing the northern sky quickly into light gray.

A deafening shout sounded below, but Murong Yan's eyes were staring straight ahead.

Almost in an instant, the man wearing golden scales and Huayang Wangyue on his waist was already standing on the cliff on the river bank, looking from afar, and the pair of golden eyes pierced over, making Murong Yan obviously smile.

The demonic smoke on the river bank was getting thicker and thicker. He did not say much, but slowly raised his hand and took out a long weapon from the void.

This thing looked like a sword, but on the hilt in the shape of an iron dragon's mouth was a whole round hard iron pillar, one section after another like white bones, about four feet long, longer than an ordinary sword.

After waiting for only a moment, his figure had disappeared from the spot, and the rolling demonic smoke on the river bank responded like a tide, whistling, and the thunder-like sound exploded in the air:

"Murongyan of Yan State, come to ask for advice!"

At the same time, the invisible hazy water has quickly gathered, covering the sky with a vast brilliance like a water curtain, which appears and disappears.

The magical power "Ning Wuchen"!

Murongyan is definitely not a good person. Even if he estimates that the other party is not his opponent, he has one more magical power than the other party. However, since he is not sure of an absolute crush, he will not be polite when he comes up. At the same time as the spiritual weapon attacks, the rolling magical power also covers it in an instant.

The brilliance between heaven and earth dimmed in an instant, and the people and horses on both sides raised their heads thoughtfully. It was clear that the sun was shining brightly between heaven and earth, but the dazzling light could not reach the earth, and both sides were dim.

This dimness is not like darkness. Although it is gray and everything can be seen, the colors are no longer bright, and it is dim.

Only the pair of golden eyes on the cliff are still bright.

Li Zhouwei had the deepest understanding of the magical power. The moment the opponent attacked with all his strength, the water vapor that came to his face had already made everything clear:

''Female Water'... is the Female Water magical power. '

In the darkness, all the magical powers and mana in Li Zhouwei's body became dull. Female Water is the way to show the world, and the opponent is the direct descendant of the Murong family, Zifu. This magical power blocked the influence and took the lead!

The golden-eyed man was a moment slower in summoning the magical power. Murong Yan's spiritual weapon had already attacked in front of him. The strange-looking iron weapon came with billowing magic smoke, but Li Zhouwei only had time to slightly sideways and take a step back.

Murong Yan was not surprised. His "Ning Wuchen" was originally a magical power that took the initiative, 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 miss, but just deflected slightly. Not only did Li Zhouwei retreat to buy reaction time, Murongyan's other hand also immediately pinched the magic!

But at this moment, Li Zhouwei had stopped retreating and raised his hand. A big hand passed through the rolling magic wind, as fast as thunder, and actually grabbed his neck.

'How dare you! I am a demon cultivator, how can I exchange injuries with you! '

His eyes flashed, the magic in his hand stopped, and he immediately turned his palm to receive it. The supernatural power became more and more intense, but he saw that the man in front of him had raised his other hand and blocked his spiritual weapon with his wrist. The sleeve armor was bright and there was an inconspicuous golden ring on his wrist.

He did not use the spiritual treasure, but only greeted it with the body of [Qianyang Bracelet]!

"Bang!"

The dull sound of the spiritual weapon collision sounded, and a little light burst out with sparks. The spiritual treasure was stimulated and released a thousand feet of brilliance. Everything dark suddenly became bright, and the solidified skylight finally resumed flowing.

Li Zhouwei's figure dispersed and gathered again, and he was close at hand. The devil wind that blew over him dissipated on his body, and a bright light appeared between his eyebrows.

Murongyan did not stop, nor was she surprised. She looked directly into his golden eyes. The rolling devil wind blew towards his face. A hissing sound came from his lips and tongue, and a foreign object could be vaguely seen moving inside.

‘Chi! ’

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Li Zhouwei [Early Purple Mansion]

Murongyan [Early Purple Mansion]