In the end of the world, I become an immortal alone.

Chapter 500: Wangxian Valley

"Witchcraft! You are a monster! A monster!"

On the deck of the treasure ship.

His body was covered in blood, his grey robe had turned into strips, and his face looked like an old man from the Nascent Soul stage who had just walked through a pile of thorns for hundreds of times. He was limp there, shouting continuously.

Next to him was an unconscious middle-aged man, who was considered the second strongest person in the group.

Above the treasure ship, the not-so-intense battle was still going on, but it had already entered its final stages.

Amina, wearing a fairy dress, stood in the sky with a sword in her hand, with a curtain of light behind her and stars surrounding her. More than a dozen beams of light locked onto those figures that could still move, gradually fixing them in mid-air.

Her methods are simple and direct, yet reveal a mysterious power of rules.

Amina gently turned the sword in her hand, raised it and tapped it lightly, and a dozen regular hexagons behind her flashed with light.

A moon-white pine tree appeared out of nowhere behind her, and its branches pierced through the bodies of the dozen or so figures.

As the pine tree trembled slightly, more than a dozen bursts of blood mist appeared in the air.

Amina blinked her long eyelashes a few times and looked down into the distance.

The shuttle has gone and returned.

Apparently, the men in black who stayed behind noticed that something was not right and were coming over here to provide support.

Amina looked at Wang Jixuan with a questioning look in her eyes.

Wang Jixuan nodded slightly.

She understood, and turned over in the air, crossing the East China Sea and facing the enemy head-on.

Today's Amina is no longer the same as before.

Wang Jixuan personally unlocked the restrictions on her core circuit, allowing her to have paper strength comparable to that of cultivators in the late Fusion Realm and early Tribulation Realm;
All the psychic circuits that Amina now masters were deduced by Mudan many times.

Mudan even helped her develop a new combination of skills, which greatly improved her combat strength.

Not to mention that the sword in her hand was the Immortal Treasure Yuehua Sword.

Wang Jixuan's spiritual sense had already checked it out, and there were still a few golden elixirs and a dozen condensed elixirs in the shuttle, so there was no troublesome character.

So, Wang Jixuan lowered his head and looked at the two people below.

He stretched lazily. Xiao Hua Ting had already brought a chair from the inner cabin of the treasure ship so that Taoist Wang could sit down calmly.

By the way, Wang Jixuan released a trace of his own Taoist charm.

The old man in the Nascent Soul stage trembled all over, his pupils dilated a little, and his eyes immediately became clear, staring at the young Taoist in front of him.

Mahayana period? !

One of the most skilled Mahayana masters in the world!
"You, you are not the young master of the Murong family..."

"It doesn't matter if I am a son of the Murong family or not. If anyone wants to kill me, I will kill him."

Wang Jixuan said leisurely:
“I don’t want to search your soul, or people will accuse me of bullying the younger generation.

"Tell me what kind of incident you got me involved in, and who is that young master from the Murong family.

"Looking at your Dao rhyme, although you look like a demon cultivator, you have a clean and righteous spirit hidden in your bones. You must be a righteous cultivator who disguises himself as a demon cultivator to do evil."

When his disguise was exposed, there was only despair in the old man's eyes.

"How could it be... the secret letter clearly said that there was one man and two women. Both women were extremely beautiful, and the man was handsome, but you could tell at a glance that he was a little lacking."

"You are the one who is deficient!"

Wang Jixuan instantly revealed his overwhelming pressure:
"Which eye of yours is looking at me as weak? Are you looking for death?"

The old man lowered his head and spat out a mouthful of blood, and hurriedly said: "Senior, please spare my life, please spare my life! Yes, I am blind! Senior, you are not wrong at all!"

"Well, tell me, what happened."

Wang Jixuan shook his sleeves and said slowly:

"Since you tried to kill me but failed, if you have nothing to hide, I can let your sect know."

The corners of the old man's mouth twitched wildly.

He whispered, "I can't hide it from you... I am indeed not a good person, but this matter has nothing to do with our sect. I was traveling outside and collected some treasures, and came here to kill the eldest son of the Murong family."

"Oh?" Wang Jixuan recalled carefully.

Murong family...

I seem to have heard of it.

In the cultivation world of his hometown, there are sixteen aristocratic families and thirty-two independent cultivation families. Each aristocratic family has a profound foundation and is closely related to the major sects.

The foundation of these families cannot be compared with that of the first-tier major sects.

Taoist priest Wang asked, "Is the eldest son of the Murong family going to pass by here?"

"Yes," the old man whispered, "The secret letter should be accurate. This person has returned from the overseas fairy island. He is probably passing by here today and is going to Wangxian Valley to watch the disciples' competition."

Watch the ceremony in Wangxian Valley?
Wang Jixuan listened attentively and said with a smile, "Does this person have a light red butterfly mark on his neck?"

"This... this matter was not mentioned in the secret letter. The secret letter is actually very simple..."

"You don't even know what this person looks like?"

The old man lowered his head and looked submissive, not knowing how to start the conversation for a moment. In his eyes there was despair and bitterness.

"That's all."

Wang Jixuan shook his head:

"In that case, I'll give you another chance."

He flicked his fingers and a pill went into the old man's mouth.

In the old man's puzzled eyes, Taoist Wang picked up the old man and threw him towards the southwest.

"Are those three over there the ones you're looking for?"

Wang Jixuan's voice flowed by the old man's ears.

The old man in the Nascent Soul stage flew out horizontally and wanted to escape immediately, but a faint spiritual consciousness surrounded his soul, which made him suddenly wake up.

Can't escape.

The only way would be for the Grand Elder of his sect to come and rescue him personally. But the Grand Elder has been in seclusion for a hundred years, so how could he come here to save him?

Besides, this is not a glorious thing. Most of the seniors in the sect are very careful about their reputation...

The old man in the Nascent Soul stage took a deep breath. His face was hideous and covered in blood. His eyes were fixed on a small black-sailed boat in front of him. There was a man and two women on the boat, looking at the battle from afar.

The Yuanying old man's intuition told him;
Although he found the wrong person just now, now he found the right one!

The old man subconsciously wanted to draw his sword and rush forward, but he found that his storage magic weapon had disappeared, obviously taken away by the Mahayana senior.

That’s okay!

These two men and women were only at the Heaven and Earth Bridge realm and the Golden Core Dao realm. For a Nascent Soul cultivator like him, it would be effortless for him to kill them.

Raise your hand!

The old man held up the sky with one hand, and the spiritual energy within a hundred miles rushed towards him!

make a fist!

Electric light flashed from the old man's eyes, and this electric light instantly surrounded his whole body, and his speed increased by three points!

Nine Heavens Thunder Art!

Stab it!

An electric dragon streaked across the sea!
The man and two women who were watching the show changed their expressions greatly. The two women jumped out suddenly in tacit understanding. They were all cultivators at the Heaven and Earth Bridge realm. One of them was not far from the Nascent Soul stage, and should be at the fifth level of the Heaven and Earth Bridge.

The two women each used their magic weapons, one to attack and the other to defend, attacking the Yuanying Taoist from both sides.

The male cultivator shouted loudly: "Senior! We are not here to help! We are just passing by! Please don't blame us! We are leaving now!"

Buzz! Boom!

The Yuanying Taoist priest and the two beautiful women intertwined!

The old Taoist took action with his life at stake, because he had no way out at all. At this moment, he could only hope that the Mahayana senior was unhappy with the Murong family...

kill!

The old man was so bloodthirsty that he rushed towards the black-sailed boat regardless of his own injuries.

The young man's face changed drastically, and he took out a gourd and a small tripod, and was about to throw out the two magic weapons that could save his life...

"I am a descendant of the Murong family! Senior, please let me go!"

The old man cursed: "I will kill you, the son of Murong!"

Thunder roared in the sky! The old man turned into lightning and crashed into the male cultivator like a ball of lightning!

suddenly!

The young male cultivator’s eyes blurred and a figure passed by him and appeared directly in front of the old man covered in blood.

The young male cultivator's transformation from movement to stillness was so rapid.

The old Taoist Yuanying stared with eyes wide open in the thunder ball, looking in astonishment at the person in front of him... the 'culprit' who threw him out!
The old Taoist couldn't stop the car any longer, and could only open his mouth and yell:

"you!"

Snapped!
Wang Jixuan lightly pushed out his palm, and a flower of blood splashed between heaven and earth, and the blood light flew backwards for dozens of miles.

The wupeng boat was not completely spared.

The impact of just a handful of hot blood was enough to send the young master of the Murong family flying backwards, and the black-sailed boat was smashed to pieces.

Wang Jixuan turned his head, frowned, and let out a light exclamation, with confusion in his eyes.

Is there some error in his understanding of the combat power of the Jindan realm?

How come I can’t even avoid the aftermath of this kind of battle?

However, Wang Jixuan now needs a guide to take him into Wangxian Valley smoothly, and then he will quietly go to the head master to "tell the truth".

Without alarming too many people, the purpose of reminding all the righteous sects in this world can be achieved!
Wang Jixuan raised his head, showed a kind smile, and looked at the figure of the young man in front of him.

Two graceful figures, one on the left and one on the right, rushed towards the young man in a hurry.

On the sea behind, the magic shuttle ship crashed into the sea with billowing flames.

Amina put away her magic sword and floated back to her own treasure ship, leaving only Wang Jixuan standing in the air.

……

"Ahem! Ahem! Thank you for saving my life, senior."

"No need to be polite, no need to be polite."

Wang Jixuan raised his hand to support him, and looked with a smile at the young man in front of him who had already recovered.

If we don't count the time travel and ignore his dissolute second life, the age of Wang Jixuan in his first and third lives combined may not be as old as this young man.

Wang Jixuan used magic to look at the other person's bones.

This man must be more than two hundred years old, and his cultivation is in the late Golden Core stage. His foundation in Taoism should have been enlightened by a master, so he does not feel empty at all, and it will not be a problem for him to enter the Nascent Soul stage later.

This person's aptitude and comprehension were not bad, but as that old Yuanying Taoist who died with his eyes open said, he was seriously deficient.

Wang Jixuan thought that this man was a lustful person. After all, he was accompanied by two female guards, and the female guards were indeed quite pretty.

But when he was diagnosing this person's injuries just now, he found that...

This guy has a pure yang body.

I have never been a virgin.

The reason for such a loss can only be that he was plotted against in the womb, resulting in congenital damage.

If a panacea were used to make up for the missing innate essence, this person's cultivation might be able to quickly improve by several levels.

"I am Murong Zhengyi, a junior, who came from an overseas fairy island. I was originally going to a sect to watch a ceremony, but I never expected to be ambushed by this evil thief... Senior, can you come back home with me? I will definitely beg my father to give me a treasure!"

"There's no need for precious treasures."

Wang Jixuan waved his hand:

"This group of people were originally coming to look for you, but I encountered them ahead of time, so I just sent them to you."

Taoist Wang flicked his finger, and a ray of light slowly floated in front of Murong Zhengyi and unfolded on its own.

This is a little photography technique.

The old man covered in scars was lying on the bow of the treasure ship, speaking in a trembling voice about his purpose for the day.

Wang Jixuan smiled and sighed, "I just didn't expect that you two experts in the Tiandi Bridge couldn't catch a seriously injured Yuanying. Fortunately, nothing regrettable happened."

Murong Zheng was stunned for a moment, then he smiled bitterly and sighed to the sky.

The two beautiful women also looked ashamed.

Murong Zhengyi whispered, "The disputes within my family have reached such a desperate stage."

Wang Jixuan was a little confused.

A beautiful lady at the side sighed, "In fact, only three of our clan's priests knew where we were today. I never thought..."

"I see."

Wang Jixuan smiled and said:
"I won't interfere in your family affairs.

"I can't save you in vain. You should continue to go to Wangxian Valley and pretend that you have never been ambushed.

"I have an old friend in Wangxian Valley, and I would like to take this opportunity to meet him."

Murong Zhengyi was a little puzzled: "Senior, your cultivation level is already unique in the world. When you go to Wangxian Valley, they will definitely treat you as a distinguished guest."

"Don't worry," said Taoist Wang seriously, "If I were a bad guy, it would be easy for me to control your mind."

Murong Zhengyi thought for a moment, then bowed his head and said, "In that case, I would like to ask you to go to Wangxian Valley with me."

"Let's go," Wang Jixuan said, "your boat is destroyed, go to my boat, there are my Taoist companions and disciples, you three don't have to be restrained."

"Hey, yes."

Murong Zhengyi asked:
"Then, Senior, if you want to conceal your identity, how should I address you from now on?"

"Just call me uncle."

"Junior, I obey."

They hit it off immediately.

It was indeed as Wang Jixuan said, for a great master like him who could do whatever he wanted in this world, it would be easy for him to control the minds of the three of them.

Murong Zhengyi was naturally afraid that his Murong family would be involved in a dispute between major sects, but when he thought about it carefully...

He was an ordinary guest invited to Wangxian Valley. He could not enter the core area of ​​Wangxian Valley and could only stay in the outer Yuntai of Wangxian Valley.

To take a step back, if this senior wanted to do something bad to Wangxian Valley, there would be no need to go to so much trouble and let him sneak into Wangxian Valley. The senior could just go and bombard the gate of Wangxian Valley directly.

'A Mahayana master naturally has his own reasons for doing what he does.'

Soon, the treasure ship carrying six people slowly flew towards Wangxian Valley.

Because the disciple competition held once every ten years in Wangxian Valley is still some time away, it would be a courtesy to Wangxian Valley if everyone went there early, so they don't need to be too anxious.

Murong Zhengyi invited Wang Jixuan and the other two to Fang Town for a meal worth five thousand spirit stones. Taoist Wang was more satisfied with this junior and gave Murong Zhengyi some guidance on his practice.

This piece of advice was of no importance. Murong Zhengyi actually had an epiphany and reached a higher level.

This young master of the Murong family was even more convinced of Wang Jixuan.

Wang Jixuan did not ask about the Murong family's affairs, and Murong Zhengyi did not dare to bother this master with mundane matters, but just kept taking out some elegant things.

They traveled along the way and gradually approached Wangxian Valley. Taoist Wang suddenly smelled an unusual scent.

He stood up from the treasure ship, frowned and looked forward.

Within a radius of 300 miles, white clouds were floating in all directions, with many human figures on them, but most of them were meditating.

They seemed to be about to besiege Wangxian Valley.

There are actually a large number of disciples from more than a dozen medium and large sects here!

There are several small and medium-sized sects that are affiliated with Wangxian Valley, and it seems that they have sent out all their elite troops.

In addition, there were at least tens of thousands of independent cultivators watching the fun from the outside. Wang Jixuan carefully sensed that there were more than a dozen famous independent cultivators here, whose cultivation had reached the Nascent Soul and Fusion stages.

What happened?
Why does it feel like this isn't a disciple competition, but rather an immortal conference?

Wang Jixuan hid his body, stood on the edge of the treasure ship, frowned and looked down at the familiar canyon treasure land.

The countless towers and palaces on the mountain walls on both sides were where he practiced, discussed Taoism, and achieved breakthroughs.

At first glance, all I see are memories.

It seems like a lifetime ago, nothing more than this.

"Senior," Murong Zhengyi said in a low voice, "I have a few acquaintances who have already arrived. I will go and ask them first. It seems that this is not a competition for disciples within the sect."

"Go ahead," Wang Jixuan responded casually.

He had released his spiritual awareness to pick up the sounds of discussion in the wind, and soon got a general idea of ​​what was going on.

(End of this chapter)