The years when I explored the fairyland.

Chapter 228 Chapter 225: Destroy the whole family! (Can I ask for a vote?)

On the Baisha River,

A small boat went upstream among many large ships.

Zuo Qingtian sat cross-legged at the bow with an extremely solemn expression. Behind him, the wine-drinking monk and the fortune teller stood solemnly.

"After I leave, you must protect my body. If the situation is not right, you can go down the river and take my body away first."

Zuo Qingtian's words echoed around, but the Drunken Monk didn't think much about it and responded directly.

Only the divine fortune teller showed a worried look on his face, and whispered: "Please be careful, leader!"

"Haha, on this trip, I will put my knowledge to good use. I shouldn't be the one to be cautious."

Zuo Qingtian was extremely confident and said directly: "Light the incense!"

"Yes!"

The Drunken Monk and the Divine Calculator had of course been prepared. They each pulled out a fist-sized incense burner from the black tent behind them.

Then, they carefully took out a purple sandalwood stick as thick as a baby's arm, lit it with a fire stick, and inserted it into the incense burner.

This incense is extremely unique. It burns extremely slowly, but produces a large amount of smoke, as if it were fog generated out of thin air. In just a moment, it enveloped the entire wupeng boat.

On the black-sailed boat, Zuo Qingtian finally closed his eyes.

After a trance, another Zuo Qingtian stood up. The smoke rolled back and filled his body, making him seem unreal and elusive.

However, as time went by, this sense of illusion gradually faded away, and his body became solid and crystal clear, as if light was blooming outward.

With one step, he stepped out of the sable boat and onto the water, but his body did not rise and fall with the water. Instead, it was as steady as a mountain.

The clouds and mist rolled, and he stepped out. His figure was as fast as the wind. He seemed to have a sense of returning home like a fairy, as if he had the ability to ride on the wind.

But in fact, every step he took was extremely stable, and the power spread out, carrying with it the surging river water.

I don’t know when, but the Baisha River began to become turbulent!

No, this description is inaccurate, because the Baisha River has always had its ups and downs.

But at this moment, at this moment, the river water, under the control of an invisible force, actually began to flow upstream.

As time goes by, this upstream situation becomes more and more serious and more and more turbulent, until one wave is higher than the other, forming a surging trend.

There is never a shortage of boats on the Baisha River, big or small, transporting goods, fishing, or transporting passengers. It is very busy.

But this kind of river flow backwards, like waves, layer upon layer, is the first time in history.

At the beginning, it was not a big deal, but later on, as the waves grew bigger and bigger, the entire Baisha River was in chaos.

The big ships were still okay, but the small ones, especially the passenger ships, were already tilting and in danger.

On the shore, a crowd gathered and marveled at the sight of the surging river flowing upstream.

The eyes of Xiang Wenjun, the green-clothed fairy of the Demonic Palace, were very bright, and she spoke lightly, "The Alien Alliance is still quite capable. Although each branch has its own heritage, Alliance Leader Zuo's "Heaven and Earth Yin and Yang God Forging Art" is still powerful.

The Yin Spirit leaves the body and flows upstream with the power of the river. It really has some of the great power of heaven and earth."

Everyone nodded in agreement when she said this. The means by which martial arts manipulated the spiritual power of heaven and earth were very crude, with the characteristics of small range, small number, and low utilization rate.

Of course, there are advantages, that is, it can break the surface with a point and has strong explosive power!

Judging from the scene Zuo Qingtian created, it was at least the scene that only a martial arts grandmaster could produce.

Only the young man had a smile on his face, but that smile seemed to have a hint of sarcasm.

Dan Fenglian, a black-clad woman from the Pure World Red Lotus Society, saw this and asked, "Senior Jin seems to be very disdainful?"

"Zuo Qingtian is indeed gifted, otherwise he wouldn't have made it this far. However, the ancient immortal path emphasizes the dual cultivation of body and soul.

He only cultivates his nature but not his destiny, so in the end it is all in vain!"

After a pause, he continued: "However, if this trip goes smoothly and I get the inheritance of Xuanzhen Temple, then everything will not be a problem."

His eyes shifted slightly, and he looked at everyone, saying, "Alright, you guys go and inform your own seniors. After Alliance Leader Zuo has said hello, it's our turn to go on stage."

at the same time,

the other side,
The Baisha River was in chaos. Some boats were stranded, some were capsized, some were turned sideways, and countless people were struggling in the muddy water.

But Zuo Qingtian ignored him.

He went upstream with the surging river water and reached the edge of a solitary peak, facing the gate of Xuanzhen Temple.

Suddenly, Zuo Qingtian's figure changed suddenly, like smoke and fog, and turned into the size of a mountain, standing between heaven and earth.

The surging river water turned into a torrent, as if lifting him up and standing above the sky.

With his head slightly lowered, his voice drowned out all the noise in the world; his old and powerful voice could be heard ten or even a hundred miles away.

"Leader of the Alien Alliance Zuo Qingtian has come here on orders from the Immortal Slaughter Palace, bringing water from the Baisha River to knock on the door. Master Chu, please accept the challenge!"

"Look at my secret technique. The water will flood the country! Rise! Rise! Rise!"

The flood rumbled and completely destroyed the embankments on the shore, and then washed into the mountains and forests. Wherever it passed, trees were broken and roads were destroyed.

On the shore, there were countless people who were not careful and were swept away by the river, torn to pieces, with their mouths filled with mud and water, and their lives or deaths were unknown.

……

Inside Xuanzhen Temple,

The Five Elements Flag, a magical warning instrument, was vibrating almost crazily. Taoist Qingjing shuddered and could not maintain the flame in his hand. The flame under the alchemy furnace jumped, and a puff of black smoke rose.

Just a moment of distraction and his furnace of elixir was ruined.

But he didn't care about all these. He raised his hand, took out the Five Elements Flag, and ran out madly.

In fact, it is not his fault that he was not dedicated. It is true that the Five Elements Flag has its flaws in sensing malicious intent. Not to mention other things, just during the martial arts performance and lecture, as far as the eye can see, there are so many warriors, and almost all of them have malicious intent towards Xuanzhen Temple.

He couldn't catch anyone.

Therefore, the rule given by Chu Zhou is that as long as one is not going to the secret place of Xuanzhen Temple, or has drastic spiritual fluctuations, he can be ignored.

Therefore, when Taoist Qingjing was on patrol, he only focused on the situation inside Xuanzhen Temple and turned a blind eye to Baisha City.

But this time, it backfired.

Of course, there was no need for him to give a warning. Xu Cheng, Yi Huai, Fan Tiehu and Wei Fangjie had already sensed the crisis. They turned into four streams of light and rushed out of Xuanzhen Temple.

Red, emerald green, khaki and gold, four colors of magic power flow, standing in the air, with four virtual shadows of blue dragons circling, making it even more majestic and terrifying.

But faced with the overwhelming flood, they seemed a little helpless.

"We were really, really too careless. Outsiders came to our door and we were still unaware of it?"

Wei Fangjie's face turned pale, and he was very dissatisfied with his own relaxation, but Xu Cheng waved his hand and interrupted: "What is coming will always come, and no one can stop it.

Now, what we need most is to stop the surging river?"

"I'm going to kill Zuo Qingtian directly. Once he's dead, the flood should recede!"

Yi Huai was furious, and the fire magic power around him suddenly fluctuated. He was about to rush out to kill, but Xu Cheng raised his hand and pulled him back.

"It's useless! If I'm not mistaken, Zuo Qingtian is a traveling Yin Spirit. Although there are many restrictions, his speed is extremely fast. It is difficult to catch up without special means.

With the eldest brother here, there might still be a chance. You and I can’t do anything to him.”

"What should I do?"

Fan Tiehu said: "We can think about it, what would the eldest brother do if he were here?"

"My eldest brother practices water magic. If he were here, it would be hard to say who controls the vast expanse of water in the Baisha River.
But the problem is, we don’t have the magic power of the eldest brother, and no one has practiced water magic.”

"This doesn't work, and that doesn't work either. What should I do now?"

In a hurry, the four of them quickly exchanged opinions, but the situation was indeed tricky and they couldn't come to a conclusion.

Seeing that the surging river water was about to submerge the gate of Xuanzhen Temple, Xu Cheng finally made a decision.

"Tiehu, go ring the bronze bell and have everyone in the sect move to the Patriarch Hall first. If that doesn't work, run deep into the Red Dragon Mountains."

"Yi Huai, you should go find Zuo Qingtian's bad luck. Even if it doesn't work, it will be good to distract him."

"Fang Jie, you and I will rush into the Baisha River. No matter what, we cannot let them disrupt our senior brother's retreat and breakthrough."

"it is good!"

Everyone responded in unison and went back to their own business.

Fan Tiehu turned into a stream of light and crashed directly into the bronze bell on the mountain. The bell rang urgently and chaotically. Inside Xuanzhen Temple, the disciples who were originally in a mess heard the bell and immediately gathered on the martial arts stage.

Fan Zhong, Wei Jinkui, Taoist Qingjing, and Hao Songqing also took action. With their command, the chaos was improved.

In fact, the disciples of Xuanzhen Temple are really nothing. They hone their muscles every day and have thick skin and flesh. Living by the Baisha River, they are basically all good surfers.

But in addition to the disciples, Xuanzhen Temple also has a large number of ordinary people, including teachers, shopkeepers and accountants, and servants...

These people had no resistance, so Fan Zhong had to let his disciples carry them on their backs as they ran towards the Patriarch's Hall.

Yi Huai transformed into a scarlet dragon with towering horns and flying whiskers. He rushed up to the sky and attacked Zuo Qingtian.

However, Xu Cheng's judgment is reasonable. The wandering of evil spirits is somewhat similar to the existence of evil ghosts and vengeful spirits.

Although he looks huge, it is really difficult to hurt him without special means.

Even if Yi Huai used fire magic to summon fire crows to dance wildly, the effect was not great.

However, this magic still made Zuo Qingtian a little more fearful and distracted him, and his eyes became more fiery.

As for Xu Cheng, he transformed into an emerald green dragon and dived into the water. Using his magic, vines weaved themselves into a large net, which seemed to cover the flood.

Wei Fangjie transformed into an earth-yellow dragon and plunged into the earth. The ground began to tremble, crack, and break open.

Floods poured out along the cracks in the ground and merged into the underground waterways.

Another figure fell from the sky and landed in front of the mountain gate. It was the returning Fan Tiehu.

He looked at the surging river that was about to smash the mountain gate. His eyes focused and he suddenly transformed into a domineering body about ten feet tall. The golden magic power around his body transformed into a sword energy that soared into the sky, and he chopped down again.

boom!
The knife light flashed continuously, and the oncoming flood was split into two and poured to both sides.

Despite Zuo Qingtian's manipulation, it is natural for water to flow to lower places. Although the rumbling river water has destroyed all surrounding areas, the mountain gate has been temporarily defended.

On one side, people were manipulating the river water, while on the other side, fellow disciples were working together to block and divert the flood. The two sides were in a stalemate, and for a while, it was difficult to resolve the situation!
Of course, the flood was merciless. Wherever it passed, ships, fields, pedestrians, pilgrims, and vendors all suffered.

It can be said that since the struggle between Wenxiang Temple and Yunya Sword Sect, the entire Baisha City has never suffered such a disaster.

What was unexpected was that Yi Huai found a way to break the impasse!

The fiery red dragon transformed by Yi Huai chased Zuo Qingtian's Yin Spirit, but the effect was extremely poor.

The Yin Spirit seemed to be an ethereal existence, coming and going at a very fast speed, and was almost unaffected by fists and kicks. The effect of the Fire Crow Curse was also extremely poor.

Finally, Yi Huai had a flash of inspiration and remembered what Chu Zhou had mentioned before, that the "evil-breaking technique" was very effective when dealing with zombie puppets and drought demons.

He tried his best to try it out and demonstrated the closed loop of spiritual patterns in a very professional manner.

However, his familiarity with this technique was much less than Chu Zhou's. He just memorized the content but practiced it very rarely.

That is Zuo Qingtian. He had no intention of fighting Yi Huai at all. He was only focused on controlling the flood and trying to submerge Xuanzhen Temple.

Then, after failing for dozens of times in a row, a ball of golden light that could destroy evil was finally formed, and Yi Huai almost couldn't wait to throw it at Zuo Qingtian's Yin Shen.

However, he did not expect that wherever the golden light passed, Zuo Qingtian's illusory Yin spirit seemed to have suffered great harm.

The Yin God's body melted upon touching it, and it howled miserably and turned into a ghostly shadow, chasing after his own physical body.

Without his manipulation, the surging flood immediately collapsed onto the ground as if it had been deflated.

Xu Cheng and the other three also reacted very quickly. They slashed with their swords and sabers, plowing grooves on the ground.

The flood found a channel to vent, and almost immediately rushed out into the Baisha River.

When the floodwaters receded, all that was left was the devastation on the ground.

However, before Xu Cheng and the other three could breathe a sigh of relief, the expressions on their faces froze.

To the south of Xuanzhen Temple, which is the direction of Baisha City, there are rays of aura blooming, like fireworks blooming in the dark night, dazzling and brilliant.

However, unlike the fleeting fireworks, these people are persistent and unscrupulous.

They seemed to be afraid that others would not know, so they released their aura without reservation.

If you look down from the sky, to the south of Xuanzhen Temple, you will see masters standing in the air and walking towards you.

Their speed was definitely not fast, and their formation was not neat, but the pressure brought by the hundreds of half-step grandmaster-level masters strolling over was overwhelming.

But this is not over yet, far from it!

As if giving a signal, to the north and west of Xuanzhen Temple, and in the depths of the Chilong Mountains, there were also streams of aura rising.

To the east of Xuanzhen Temple, on the Baisha River, a number of martial arts masters received the signal and soared into the sky.

Before they knew it, Xuanzhen Temple had been surrounded, with enemies everywhere, in the sky and on the ground.

These people start as half-step masters, because only half-step masters can fly in the air.

But these people are just minions in this war.

At some point, martial arts masters appeared. They stood on a higher sky, and each of them displayed his or her martial arts body.

Or rare and exotic animals, or the red lotus of karmic fire, or the half-moon, or the phantom of a god, or weapons...

The Dharma body of martial arts must be in line with one's own martial arts achievements. Even the same martial arts will be different due to different training processes and understandings.

But above the sky, dozens of martial arts bodies appeared, looking down from high above, just like gods descending to the earth and overlooking the human world.

That power is unparalleled!
But that’s not all!

A huge hole appeared in the sea of ​​clouds in the sky, and a huge red sun appeared in the sky, shining its blazing light in all directions.

It was the Pure World Red Lotus Society, and the Red Lotus leader Xiao Shu came.

There was another dark moon hanging high in the sky, shining its cold light all over the earth. A woman in black clothes could be vaguely seen, with her feet crossed in the dark moon.

It is the Xuan Yue Sect and the Xuan Yue Demon Lord!

There was also a hunchbacked old man walking under the shining sun and moon, but the light of the sun and moon could not reach him.

All around him was like a black hole, an abyss, dark and unfathomable, capable of swallowing up everything.

This man, a great martial arts master sent by the King of Hell, has been in seclusion for a hundred years, ignoring worldly affairs and wholeheartedly seeking immortality.

No one knows his name anymore, and nowadays, he just asks others to call him the immortal.

The last one is a young man!

He looked so young and full of energy, and he casually fiddled with the folding fan in one hand, making him look even more dashing and romantic.

The immortal looked eager, as if he longed for his youth and vitality.

Of course, he didn't dare to make any rash moves, because behind the young man, a huge golden sword pierced the sky, and the raging sword intent cut through the sea of ​​clouds, making people dare not look directly at it.

This person is from the Palace of Slaughtering Immortals, the person in charge of this battle to destroy the immortals, Jin Baishun.

Xu Cheng and the other three had already returned to the Patriarch's Hall. They stood in the air, guarding the four directions.

Although his momentum was still strong, facing enemies coming from all directions, he looked as weak as a lamb to be slaughtered.

"Fuck it, this is going to wipe out the whole family!"

Yi Huai cursed angrily, but this curse expressed the thoughts of all the disciples of Xuanzhen Temple.

Judging from the situation, with so many masters, even a half-step grandmaster can only serve as a cleaner. It can be seen how determined these evil people are to destroy Xuanzhen Temple!

At this moment, the young man took a few steps forward in mid-air, and his young and cold voice resounded through the heaven and earth.

"The one who destroyed Xuanzhen Temple is the Immortal Slaughter Palace!"

"If there are indeed one or two of you who managed to escape, and if you still have the courage, come to my Immortal Slaughter Palace."

"Okay, I've said everything I need to say. Gentlemen, let's destroy the whole family!"

The young man waved his hand casually, as if he was making some insignificant decision. He didn't even have the mind to find Chu Zhou and ask him a few more questions.

But at this moment, a loud voice also resounded through the heaven and earth: "Want to destroy my Xuanzhen Temple?"

“Hahahaha, hahahahahahahaha, you guys, aren’t you afraid that the wind will blow your tongue off?”

At the same time, above the Medicine Refining Peak, countless spiritual inspirations from heaven and earth swarmed in and transformed into a funnel-shaped tornado that connected the sky and the earth, and went straight down.

In the quiet secluded room, Chu Zhou looked around, his eyes gleaming with murderous intent.

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