The wind?

In the vast void between the Tianfeng Galaxy and the ancient battlefield, the figure of the man in the white robe stood quietly, as if he was hesitating about something.

He raised his left hand, aimed his palm at the Yang star in the center of Tianfeng Star, and hesitated a little, but slowly lowered his arm.

It is indeed a bit too risky. It is easy to erase a few stars. If those ghosts smell clues, it will cause endless trouble for Xiao Shisan and the others.

Forget it, just laugh if you are laughed by Thirteen.

The man in white robe was about to leave this place, but he seemed to have heard something in the void, and he calculated in the direction of Tianfeng Sanxing.

There seemed to be ripples in the void, and the old man seemed to know something, revealing a little doubt.

"Beihe Sword Sect... the ten major sects of the East Heaven Realm? Where did the clown come from? He dared to bully the descendant of Chunyang!"

Taking a step forward, an invisible portal seemed to be opened in the void. When the old man appeared again, he had already left the three stars of Tianfeng and the ancient battlefield far behind him.

Step by step, it is like walking among the stars. The starry sky is like a curtain that is constantly being pulled. In a blink of an eye, countless scenery has changed.

This movement seems to be just walking normally for the old man, and he has no breath left.

I don’t know how long he had walked, nor how long he had crossed in the endless starry sky. When he stopped this leisurely step, he had stopped in front of a huge brown-red sun star and stood with his hands behind his back.

This is a rare wonder in front of you.

Six stars of the same size are evenly distributed on the six circumferential orbits around this Yang star. A black giant sword as big as a mountain floating above each star. These giant swords seem to fall down at any time, piercing the entire star through.

An invisible formation enveloped the entire star system, and all the Yuan caves above the six stars were closed, allowing only the exchange of vital energy.

The six-sided stone tablets are erected on the edge of this star system. Each stone tablet exudes a mysterious Taoist rhyme, which can immediately attract the attention of people passing by.

There are only two great Taoist texts on the stone tablet. No matter which creature is, as long as the cultivation level can reach the realm of true immortals, you can understand the same artistic conception on this Taoist text-

Sword Sect, Beihe.

"It's quite grand."

The man in white robe sneered, and sounds of shackles were heard everywhere in his body, and wrinkles were visible to the naked eye in the void around him.

The moment the white-robed man's breath was fully unfolded, he had no movement, but a flash of light in his eyes, and the movement of the six stars in front seemed to pause at the same time;

In an instant, hundreds of thousands of sword cultivators practicing on the six stars spewed out a mouthful of blood at the same time!

Those under the True Immortal Realm just feel that they are depressed, while the cultivators in the Heavenly Immortal Realm feel that their great way is trembling and unable to control themselves, as if their own way is constantly crying;

There are one or two immortals above each star. No matter where they practice, what kind of soul or physical path they take, their faces are pale and their whole body twitching.

At this moment, on the star closest to Yangxing, a huge figure slowly stood up, but it looked like a middle-aged scholar, looking at the place where the man in white robe was.

There is no glare, nor is there any loud questioning.

As the gaze of hundreds of thousands of monks from the Chunyang Sword Sect, the ancestor of this sect, and the former leader, respectfully bowed to the void.

"I wonder if any senior passed by the humble house. If there is any negligence, please forgive me."

At this moment, a calm greeting came from the void: "Who is your master?"

"My teacher Huang Xu Zhenren..."

The man in white robe raised his eyebrows, "Oh? Are you actually the disciple of that eel spirit?"

The middle-aged scholar's face was a little awkward, but feeling the powerful pressure that could crush him at any time, he could only lower his head and say:

"But any eye-opening disciple of my Beihe Sword Sect offended the senior? I will definitely punish this person severely!"

The man in white robe pondered.

It is difficult to kill the disciples of that eel directly. After all, they have been wandering together for tens of thousands of years in ancient times and have a deep friendship.

He couldn't say that it was because of Tianfeng's incident, which was a bit too expensive...

Hmm, this will inevitably expose the traces of Xiao Shisan and the goddess, which will be detrimental to them.

After calculating with his fingers, the man in the white robe's robe's eyes fell on the third star of the Beihe Sword Sect. He waved his left hand, his robe sleeves trembled, and the six stone swords as big as mountains almost shattered at the same time.

Not only that, at this time, the "Six Peak Lords" and the "Eight Sword Elders", a total of 18 "masters" who were close to the "Eternal Realm" were shocked. They found that their path to the great way collapsed with the stone sword, and the door to advance to their own realm was completely blocked!

On the third star, in a mountain where Li Tianyao, the young leader of Tianfeng Sect, was located, the middle-aged sword cultivator in a gray Taoist robe, looked pale and covered his chest and spewed out a mouthful of blood. His own realm was like a balloon that was deflated, and he was crazily lost...

"I will live my Taoist practice for a hundred thousand years. If you are an old friend, I will not be held accountable."

The man in white robe swept his sleeves and turned toward the void.

The ancestor of the Beihe Sword Sect had a bitter face, and all the masters in the sect were sealed for 100,000 years of Taoism, which means that the cultivation level in the next 100,000 years will be locked, and there will be no slight insight or any improvement. This punishment is really not light, but fortunately, this powerful man did not directly destroy the eighteen people, including him.

Otherwise, the Beihe Sword Sect will fall apart for hundreds of years...

This is the rule of the endless starry sky. The strong are respectful and are insulted by unknown in others. After being banned from Taoism, they still have to bow respectfully and say:

"Give me a gift to senior."

The voice of the man in white robe sounded in the heart of the ancestor of the Beihe Sword Sect:

‘Although the eel spirit is a little bad, he is the best at protecting himself. As his disciple, you have never learned any of this.

Don’t stretch your hands too long, so you can’t practice steadily?

If you don’t repent, next time someone comes to your Beihe Sword Sect, you may not be as good-tempered as me.”

‘If you dare to ask for your senior title, you will pray day and night…’

‘I am Chunyangzi.’

Pure Yang? The immortal god of heaven!

The middle-aged scholar's face was full of shock. Before he could reply, several powerful pressure suddenly came from the depths of the void.

Hundreds of thousands of monks of the Beihe Sword Sect were pressed to the ground almost at the same time. The sources of the pressure flew at extremely fast, flew over the Beihe Sword Sect, and chased straight to the place where the white-robed man left.

Suddenly, the universe shook, and a starry sky flashed in the distance, and the avenues intertwined in the void were plucked like strings.

But what sounded was the sound of killing!

After a while, the golden crow sang, and a flash of fire penetrated the starry sky and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

And deep in the void, following the great veins, a woman full of anger came to scold her:

"Lu Dongbin, you are so unlucky! I have to tie you back to make a medicine pupa!"

This "enemy of heaven" is so terrifying...

The middle-aged scholar standing on the top of the mountain smiled bitterly, and his own projection was always standing on the stars, keeping his bowing look.

The powerful fight caused trouble to Chi Yu, and their small sword sect was just waiting for the defeat.

Finally, when the subsequent breaths disappeared, the middle-aged scholar slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

"The masters, elders, and inner disciples, come to the main peak to discuss matters!"

...

At the junction of Dongtianyu and the North Heaven Realm, a golden crow appeared out of thin air without any stars, and then it restrained its breath and turned into a handsome immortal in white.

But then, his face became very old and his realm was perfectly hidden.

Chunyangzi looked down at his left hand, and a bronze square box was suspended in the palm of his palm; and his eyes seemed to pass through the square box and landed on the broken finger inside it.

"Why...this change..."

He murmured, his figure returned to the void, disappearing strangely, without even a slight fluctuation.

...

A few days ago, in a separate courtyard in Fengmo Xingxinghai City.

The group sat around the stone table, while looking at the wine glass placed on the table.

Zhang Zikuang said in a deep voice: "This... should be considered a cultural relic, right?"

"Bah," Fan Dunun rolled his eyes, "This is just used by the ancestor of senior Feiyu, why is it considered a cultural relic!"

"Hunyangzi found this place?" Master Huaijing muttered, "Why don't you let him destroy the Tianfeng Sect?"

Wang Sheng smiled and said, "The ancestor is also avoiding the pursuit of some enemies in the heavenly court. It is inconvenient to show up, otherwise it may involve us."

Huai Jing suddenly showed a sudden expression.

Yao Yun, who was holding the jade plate on the side, said angrily: "Why are there so many old people in the Heavenly Court, the only one who is staring at and hunting? I'm afraid that this is not as simple as the enemy of the Heavenly Court."

Wang Sheng and his senior sister looked at each other.

The Thirteenth Princess’ resentment towards their ancestors has been a day or two. We dare not ask if there is anything here, and we don’t know.

"Do you want to invite a few experts from the Heavenly Court to come and help?" Yao Yun shook the jade plate in his hand. "This Chunyangzi is considered a useful thing, and there are many whereabouts of experts here."

Wang Sheng was suddenly moved, but Huai was shocked and said, "It is not advisable to move rashly."

“Why?”

"One or two masters seem to be able to solve the urgent problem, but it is equivalent to exposing the earth to the masters of the hundred clans," Huai smiled. "Our situation is not serious now. What we need is patience, and what we need is to avoid being associated with the counterattack army of the Heavenly Court more than 100,000 years ago.

The last counterattack, the hundreds of tribes initially responded to the situation of chaos, but once the Heavenly Court showed up, the forces that destroyed the Heavenly Court felt an unprecedented crisis, and once again pressed their own contradictions and united with each other, which led to the final hatred of Emperor Ziwei.

The principle of boiling frogs in warm water also applies here.”

"That's right," the few people nodded at the same time.

Yao Yun threw the jade plate into Wang Sheng's hand and suddenly asked, "What good thing did your ancestor leave for you?"

Taoist Wang smiled slightly and took out the jade ring.
Chapter completed!