"Next... to the eyes of normal people, it is a big scene that is rare in a century. You will see the sages of the major holy mountains and a large number of uncles who are in their prime." Xu Zang patted Ning Yi's shoulder: "But you have to remember that we are not normal people, so those sages are nothing, and those uncle-level practitioners are nothing. To put it nicely, they are the future hopes and backbone forces of the major holy mountains. To put it bluntly, most of them are rats who are neither high nor low. When we go out alive, I will teach you a sword technique that falls from the sky."

Ning Yi's attention was not on the "Sword Technique Falling from the Sky". He chewed Xu Zang's words in the first half in silence.

Xu Zang looked at the boy's hand that clenched the bone flute and said with a smile: "Do you think you are a normal person?"

Ning Yi has been holding this leaf-like bone flute.

Whether it was the great demon who escaped from the underground of Qingbai City, the disciples of Daozong and the Heavenly Palace, Ning Yi did not have much fear in his heart when facing them.

He can't escape, he can pinch the bone flute.

No one knows the power of this bone flute better than him.

But now it’s different. From the moment Xu Zang appears and the people hiding in the dark appear one by one, Ning Yi knew that no matter how tightly he held the bone flute, he couldn’t do anything.

Sometimes, some things are not done by manpower, and even if you fight for your life, the result is still a bleak ending.

"You can't use this 'thing'." Xu Zang said lightly: "At least you can't use it now. You have no cultivation and don't even have the starlight flowing in your blood. Even if you give you the immortal weapon, you can't change anything. No matter how weak these people are, they are at least a big man who has a foothold in the Great Sui Dynasty. Put away this bone leaf and your wealth will not be revealed. The Sui Yangzhu's incident has already taught you a lesson. If this bone flute is seen by people who know the goods, you know what the consequences will be."

Ning Yi silently put away the bone flute.

The two of them stood in the wilderness outside Qingbai City, and Xu Zang took a light breath.

He looked at the "Gods all over the sky", and he was very ruthless, rubbing Pei Fan's head.

"Pei Min is my master, and he asked me to pick up the sword."

"Even if I encountered a lot of trouble after picking up the sword, I never regretted it."

Ning Yi looked carefully and found that Xu Zang had a long gray hair on his temples, shaking in the wind. The man looked not very old, but he had a faint breath of time, the sword energy in his sleeves, courage all over his body, and the long hair on his temples was filled with a smell of dust.

The pearls are covered with dust. If they do not open the box, they will only be dimmed forever.

Xu Zang's eyes were as calm as a pool of water, neither losing nor suffering, but only calmness.

"Ten years ago, after I started a massacre for the Pei family and offended these cultivators, there were not many left in this world."

"After she died..." Xu Zang lowered his eyebrows, thought for a while, and said, "I will only have a sword and a friend."

Ning Yi noticed that the Three-clear bell in Xu Zang's hand began to tremble gently.

The sword energy in the sky fell on the Qingbai City, the night was torn apart, and the ground was trembling.

Someone stepped on the hanging sword and his face was gloomy, "Xu Zang! If you kill my forty-seven comrades in Xiao Wuliang Mountain, how should you calculate the account?"

Someone fell behind Guan Qingping of Yingtian Mansion, wearing big red clothes, fluttering with the wind. After standing firm, he pressed his hand on the scholar's shoulder and turned sideways. He couldn't help but feel murderous intent in his tone: "Xu Zang, you smashed the mountain gate of my Yingtian Mansion and killed my junior brother. Do you dare to come out to fight?!"

"Amitabha, the donor's words are different." A middle-aged monk wearing a white cassock walked quickly, standing in front of his chest with one hand, his upper body was straight, his feet stepped on the rivers and oceans, and his journey was muddy. He was solemn with treasure appearance, but his whole body was as dirty as glass. He said with compassion: "Yingtian Mansion is the leader of the four major academies. Why should scholars have such a strong murderous aura? Xu Zang's donor has a fate with my Dongtu, so it would be better to have a conversation with me. If he is defeated, enter my Lingshan and become a sword immortal who converts to the deceased brothers every day to resolve their karma. Isn't it beautiful?"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar in big red clothes looked bad and sneered: "You bald donkey cannot protect yourself, and you still want to protect Xu Zang's life? I guarantee that you who come from Lingshan can leave Xiling and cannot leave the Great Sui Dynasty!"

The monk chanted my Buddha's compassion and smiled gently, "If it falls into the hands of Yingtian Mansion and lets you burn it with your knife, how can I get the meditation of my monk?"

The sword energy and fire from the far sky hit the ground one after another, and then it swayed, splashing pools of smoke and dust.

The originally dead Qingbai City became noisy.

The uncle-level figures from all the holy mountains came here in person, and the holy son followed his uncle.

Ning Yi pursed his lips and looked at the absurd scene in front of him.

Uncle Dahongxiu from Yingtian Mansion waved his hand and was about to attack the Lingshan monk.

The group of people stepping on the hanging sword of Xiao Wuliang Mountain was not aimed at Xu Zang, but at other forces that wanted to take action.

Ning Yi had a headache. He thought that no matter what his thoughts were made, he had at least the same purpose in front of him, and at least he should stand in the same front.

"In front of the holy mountain, there has never been a friend, only interests are eternal. For the sake of interests, you can temporarily become allies, and for the sake of interests, you can also become enemies."

Xu Zang smiled and said softly: "They have confirmed that I have no cultivation, so those from Xiao Wuliang Mountain, Yingtian Mansion, and Lingshan dare to challenge this... For them, a person who has no cultivation now, no matter who he was, even if he was immortal, has no meaning. Because now, killing and cutting all depends on their decision."

"So there is no need for them to be connected together, like stupid grasshoppers on a boat." Xu Zang's tone was a little cold, and he said, "They all want my head, but there is only one head. If they break it, they will take a little of it. They cannot seek credit and rewards. At this time... they will face the uneven distribution of spoils."

After saying these words, Xu Zang shook his head.

"Okay, OK..."

Amid the noisy sound, a tired voice sounded.

The person who spoke was very special in identity and voice.

So everyone couldn't help but calm down.

Xu Zang smashed the ground with the tip of his sword twice and said seriously: "I know you are very happy to see me... But if you continue to argue, what will happen?"

Ning Yi looked at the man standing beside him in amazement and raised his finger and clicked one by one.

He pointed to the monk first.

"You want to compete with me? I still have a sword. Come and stand and see if your meditation can resist the fire of Yingtian Mansion's sword and fire. Can it resist my sword?"

The monk's face changed slightly.

His face was a little ashen, he recited Amitabha Buddha and said in a cold tone: "I am standing here, please give me a sword if you are the master."

Ning Yi saw the monk in Lingshan, and the talismans tied on his legs were ignited quietly. Many forces gathered around him all retreated, leaving a long way.

"This is called the God-Sport Talisman, he is about to run away." Xu Zang smiled and said to Ning Yi: "If you can't beat it, run away. This is called human nature; if you can't beat it, you have to beat the swollen face and pretend to be fat. He obviously wants to run away, but he shouts to ask the other person to invite him. This is called Lingshan."

The monk's face looked ugly, he could only remain silent, standing with his palms rotating Buddhist beads.

Xu Zang clenched the hilt of the long sword with some difficulty, raised his arm, and the starlight fell on the sword. He slowly moved the tip of the sword and aimed at one force after another. Whether it was the Holy Mountain or the Academy, those who had witnessed the powerful iron sword with their own eyes did not dare to look at the sword light.

Xu Zang laughed from the bottom of his heart, and his words were filled with emotion.

"I really miss you rats. When I raised my sword and killed it up the mountain gate ten years ago, you were like this. You were timid and dared not stand up. Ten years have passed, and I am really happy to see you still the same." After laughing, the man holding the sword sighed and said, "You clearly think I don't have the power of a sword, but you are worried that I am cheating. No one wants to take my head. No one dares to be the first. Is it just because they are afraid of death?"

Ning Yi thought silently in his heart, of course because he was afraid of death.

"I have no strength." Xu Zang calmly spread his arms, and the iron sword fell to the ground with a clang.

When the sword immortal threw away the sword in his hand.

The big red sleeves of Yingtian Mansion narrowed their eyes.

The uncle from Xiao Wuliangshan began to make gestures.

The monk from Lingshan's face became solemn, and the red talisman tied to his wrist and forearm began to shine.

All the holy mountains and people from all over the world.

Their eyes did not stop at the ordinary iron sword that fell, splashed a pool of dust on the ground, and the sword body trembled back and forth, and finally lay on the ground and then silently.

Instead, it stayed on Xu Zang's right hand.

Xu Zang smiled brilliantly, holding a bell in his right hand.

The "Three Pure Bells" of Dao Sect.

The dying man took a deep breath, raised his head, and threw the bell high with one blow.

"Dingdang--"

The sound of the bell was shaken, and it was crisp and dripping into my heart.

The Three Pure Bells of the Dao Sect are treasures in the Zixiao Palace. Those with different cultivation levels can have different effects when holding them. In combination with the Dao Sect's mind, they can shake people's minds at a low level, and shake their souls at a severe level.

The sound that Xu Zang shook could neither shake people's mind nor soul.

It's just loud.

Very loud.

Ning Yi suddenly thought of Xu Zang's words.

"After she died... I was left with only one sword and one friend."

The moment when the bell rings in the sky.

A clear sound of fierce voice sounded.

A fiery red figure in the distance, like a meteor falling to the sky, instantly slashing across the sky, and it could be seen vaguely. It was a huge bird with its wings spread out, and the fiery red shadows were dazzling, coming from far to near, in an instant.

The bell was held.

It was a young Taoist priest with "child-faced and haired hair", stepping on the bird's back, mediating and lingering around, the waves of air rushing, and the fiery red flames burned. The young Taoist priest fell freely, smashed in front of Xu Zang, stood up slowly, and his Taoist robe bulged with the wind.

The red gloom above the head is a huge ferocious bird with red flames flowing between the gaps of teeth.

The rippling red flames hovering above the young Taoist priest's head reflected a long snow-white hair, flying up and down with the wind, reflecting the red light. Finally, the red light that hovers like a mountain slowly converged and fell on his shoulders. The color faded, and it turned out to be a small and exquisite white bird.

"Gugugugu..."

It turned out to be a pigeon.

Silent.

After a brief silence.

The young Taoist priest with snow hair said the first sentence.

"Daozong, Zixiao Palace, travel around."

There is only one sentence.

The monk from Lingshan was the first to turn around without saying a word. The divine movement talisman burned violently, the earth trembled, and ran around like a giant elephant.

The old master of the Yingtian Mansion, who had always been tough, picked up the lantern silently, grabbed Guan Qingping, and his body stormed, the flames went out, and disappeared into the darkness.

The uncle from Xiao Wuliangshan did not speak, and hurriedly turned the tip of his sword and walked back.
Chapter completed!