Daoist Zhuang's pupils were frozen.
He knew who the people in heaven were, this face, this face that made him so frightened that he couldn't settle down, flashed thousands of times - there were few people in Changxiaomen who were more familiar with him than him.
Li Zhouwei.
When the brothers and sisters were surrounded and killed on the lake together, he not only looked at it carefully, but also used magic to hurt him, covet treasures, and curse with his mouth... If you calculate carefully, it is enough for him to die hundreds of times.
"Plop..."
The old man under the main seat knelt down on the ground little by little, making it difficult to take his eyes off, even though everything was in front of him, his mind was still a mess:
"This is... what's wrong..."
From the Zhuang Daoist who was in charge of guarding this place at Changxiaomen to the two small families and relatives of the disciples at random during the banquet, he never thought that such a scene would happen, and he never thought that the white unicorn would stand in front of this mountain gate, not only did he not think about it, but he even felt that it was impossible to see it!
"White Qilin? What is the white unicorn doing here? Visiting friends? … Visiting friends Changxiaomen? Huh?'
It's nothing more than everyone is confused - Changxiaomen has been peaceful for too long, and the rules of Yue Guo have been around for too long.
In the past few hundred years, there have been overseas support and struggles, how many times have they fought in front of the mountain gate? Even if there is a situation where it hits the door, it is because the Purple Mansion has fallen cleanly!
What are you kidding, there is a big real person alive in Changxiaomen!
Although no one said it on the surface, in this era when the Qingchi was weakened and the sun was lost, even if Changxiaomen claimed to be the first in the Immortal Sect, the current Yue Kingdom really couldn't find a person who could compare with him!
"Then this is... What to do? Since it's impossible to visit friends..."
"Tick..."
The night was silent, the lights were soft, the wine flowed little by little on the table, reflecting the illusions in the sky, the sound of dripping was extremely harsh, and in an instant everyone lowered their heads and looked at the highest Daoist Zhuang.
'Then he should have come to venge.'
Daoist Zhuang's eyes were dull, his body was limp on the main position, his neck was stiff, standing on the seat like a statue, his pupils dilated to the extreme, all expressions disappeared, only despair remained.
The magical powers in the sky did not give them much time to think.
Everything was so fast that it was difficult to react, Daoist Zhuang's legs were still paralyzed, but the night sky had turned into endless white, filling everyone's pupils with mighty hugeness.
"Boom!"
The formation on the zenith was as crisp as an eggshell, extinguished in front of the white light, and this white light continued to fall, but it was like a gentle breeze, blowing over everyone's face, without causing the slightest damage.
The entire platform under the soles of the feet roared, all the lines were blinded together, and everyone on the stage was shocked into a cold sweat, whether they were incontinent or crying, they were all frozen in place, unharmed, but they were bound in the rolling bright light, unable to move.
The sky light in the sky was like a giant beast, breaking the formation on the ground with a breath, still holding back, for fear of crushing the entire market.
"Huh?"
It was only at this moment that the young man in the sky moved his eyes slightly and noticed the Taoist on the ground, like a god looking down, looking over from a distance.
In the next instant, the boiling sky light swarmed in from Daoist Zhuang's seven orifices, he couldn't hold on for a moment, and his body, which had been cultivated for many years and contained in the fire, suddenly bulged and exploded without warning.
"Boom!"
The boiling fire gushed out, and the blood burned into a raging flame, splattering out on the spot, falling like rain, and the left and right lost their voices together, and the bottom of the robe was wet, so they could only tremble in place, not daring to look up.
The huge airship had fallen from the sky, and the soldiers and horses dressed in armor hurriedly fell into the market, unceremoniously rushing into everywhere, and there were footsteps everywhere, but the white light in the sky flickered, and the monks on the stage did not dare to move, standing there in a daze.
But all the white light was still surging upwards, leaving them in place, and the countless white lights that had fallen from the sky like rain flowed backwards again, leading to a place of condensation, the dragon flag shuttled through, and the rolling colorful clouds covered the entire Helin County, and the wind surged, revealing the scales and half claws of the behemoth.
A heavenly gate covered with dark patterns and shrouded in the sky.
……
Changxiaomen.
The mountains are majestic, the palaces are dense, the white air is rolling, rising and jumping, the two white vases in front of the Xuangong at the highest point are brilliant, gushing out a strong inspiration, pouring down the steps, but the golden palace on the Changxiao Mountain Gate is full of chickens and dogs.
The white clothes and gold-patterned clothes fluttered, but the colorful flags in the sky flew messily in the wind, and a group of elders and guest ministers flew around among the mountain peaks, their faces either frightened or angry, and their voices were everywhere.
"Leader!"
The gorgeous head costume was even more noble in the colorful light, but the old man was full of fear, trembling all over, standing on the mountain peak in a daze, and the monks who knelt down beside him all looked at him with their eyes.
"Leader!"
This group of monks was full of anger, surrounding him in the middle, and their voices were noisy:
"Li... was originally a demon who ruled the family, but it became a purple mansion... You dare to provoke me to the head of the right path!"
"What a big guts! Where is my Changxiaomen? The great real Taoist system, how can he be presumptuous!"
"I still hope that the leader will invite the real person out of the mountain and subdue the demon!"
Everyone's faces were filled with anger, but the white-sided man who was the head was in a state of despair, his pupils dilated, and his attention seemed to be not on everyone's words at all, but his hands and feet were cold and shivering.
"The Li family raised troops here... It is impossible to destroy Yifang City just to destroy Yifang City!"
His eyes stayed on the dense light in the air, and he had a very ominous premonition in his heart, and he vaguely felt that all the colorful clouds were rising upwards.
This huge magical power has been pushed to the limit, the entire plain is clearly visible, and where the colorful clouds are shrouded, whether monks or mortals, they all raise their heads in horror, and the eyes of millions of people are all filled with endless anxiety and fear.
"What is he going to do?"
In the eyes of tens of millions of people, this heavenly gate slammed down, with billowing purple flames and sky light, and smashed into the majestic, densely packed Changxiao Mountain Gate with a bang!
As the magical power fell, the overwhelming power of suppression came to the face, and for a while, Dun Guang, who was cowering and watching, immediately couldn't hold his footing, and fell down one after another, as if countless stars had fallen, and the white light was like rain.
The entire Changxiao Mountain Gate was shrouded in colorful light, and bright silver light had already appeared in the sky, and the Changxiao Gate's mountain protection formation was running spontaneously!
[Tianyi Zhixi Ling Formation]!
This burst of mysterious patterns was dense, emerging from the void, enveloping the entire Changxiao Mountain Gate, and before the light had climbed to its brightest, the Heavenly Gate smashed down:
"Don't ......."
The piercing sound echoed throughout the mountain range, and the disciples fell down the mountain one by one, and finally became frightened, flying like a headless fly, in the endless noise, the strong white light continued to spread on the formation...
The white-sided man sat down on the ground, his heart was extremely cold, and the shouts and curses in his ears stopped abruptly, and there was still an unbelievable murmur:
"This is... You want to destroy my Changxiaomen! How is that possible..."
"Where is the Great Real Man Immortal!"
The white sideburns' mind was blank, he was the leader, he knew what kind of attitude Changxiao Zhenren had, and the fear in his heart was even heavier:
"Don't talk about the big real people, real people don't know where they are... Even if the real person is indeed in the sect... Can you fight Bai Lin and Zhao Jing joining forces!'
"Boom!"
The mountains and trees were shattered, the earth shook, the inspiration was surging and changing, the white temples slowly got up from the ground, the monks on the left and right had a look of panic, and the old man raised his eyebrows and glanced at it.
Looking out from the mountain gate, only the intense white light that made people unable to open their eyes and the heavenly gate standing majestically in the white light were left in the sky.
Other than that, there is nothing else.
"Real people... real person..."
The white sideburns looked at the white light outside the formation with cold sweat on his face, groping around in his sleeves, but he could never get anything out.
The jade talisman given to him by Cheng Yan had already been crushed by him, and he definitely knew it! Even if he didn't know, how could he escape the eyes and ears of real people when he shook the mountains like this!
The white sideburns seemed to take root under his feet, staring blankly at the sky, but listening to the noise around him, the old man's pupils dilated at the same time.
The only gate of heaven standing in the endless white light finally changed, and a young man was standing under the gate with a halberd, looking at them coldly.
This person had long eyebrows and cold eyes, his temperament was very different, the long hair that was tied up back then had now fallen down, slightly fluttering, and the rolling magical power surrounded him in it, and the heavenly gate behind him was tall and bright, setting him off like a king.
When I lowered my eyebrows, I was steady, calm, and calm, but when I raised my eyebrows, it was completely different.
Those golden eyes seemed to pierce the cover of the formation, looking down on everything without hindrance and condescendingly, this kind of fear that was real, as if looking directly at the Purple Mansion, made the white sideburns skip a beat in his heart, his heart was hot, and he wanted to vomit blood in panic.
Not only the white sideburns, when this white unicorn appeared in the sky, all the insults on the mountain calmed down, this man seemed to have taken away everyone's courage at once, and made panic rise in everyone's hearts, no matter which corner the monk hiding in, the same fear and kindness rose in their hearts:
"It seems... It seems like you're looking at me...'
They looked at the sky obsessively and irresistibly.
"Plop..."
In the slight sound of the wind in the mountains, there was suddenly a soft sound of kneeling, and this soft sound was like a little flame falling into the firewood, as if triggering some kind of change, and the sound of kneeling came and went:
"Plop... plop..."
There are more and more disciples kneeling down in the mountains and bowing their heads in fear, those with higher cultivation levels are fine, those with low cultivation levels have kowtowed, a strange atmosphere is permeating, the white sideburns forcibly close their eyes, and the defense line in their hearts seems to be breached at any time:
"How is it possible... Even Taixu was cut off, how could his magical power pass through the Purple Mansion Formation... How can it affect them through the Purple Mansion Formation..."
He had personally felt what a white unicorn was back then, but how could the pressure now be comparable to that of the past?
"Real people... Where is the real person!'
In this gaze, he lived like a year, his hands and feet trembled, and the shining brown light finally shone out, shrouding in front of this mountain gate, illuminating an endless mysterious light.
A man dressed in brown had already appeared in front of him, standing quietly on this solitary peak, with an ugly face, staring at the sky outside gloomy, looking extremely irritable.
It is the real person!
On the contrary, the white sideburns were simply relieved, and he knelt down with a thud and cried:
"Real people!"
No matter how much thought Cheng Yan had at this moment, as long as he appeared, his white sideburns would have a glimmer of life, and he was afraid that this real person was not in the sect at all, and several families agreed to sell the mountain gate to this and that family, then he really had no way to go to heaven and no way to escape!
His crying didn't know how much relief there was, Cheng Yan was not in the mood to pay attention to him at all, let alone the disciples and elders in the mountains, even if he Cheng Yan was full of suspicion at this moment!
"No... Huh?"
"For no reason... suddenly launched such a murderous intent... Don't all the gates care! Changxiao said that my Dao Huanghuang is brilliant, just wait for the Yang family to come to recruit you... That Lord Yang is also innocent, what is crazy about his Li family!"
He was angry and suspicious in his heart, but the Li family was strong, and without Changxiao's help, he estimated that it would be difficult for him to fight Li Zhouwei, let alone add a Li Ximing... The most important thing is that the Li family is so confident that they will raise troops, I am afraid they are sure!
This real person looked around, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and with a heavy wave of his sleeves, a piece of Wutu brilliance suddenly exploded in the mountains, and the elder disciples fell to the ground.
The strange atmosphere permeating the mountains suddenly relaxed, but no one dared to speak, one by one stood up silently, Cheng Yan was slightly sensitive, and his heart was embarrassed:
"The Gate of Heaven is outside the formation... This suppression of supernatural powers has always been disgusting, and it is impossible to escape quietly..."
His face became more and more ugly, but the large formation under his feet was constantly shaking, Cheng Yan raised his eyebrows, but found that the man under the heavenly gate raised his eyes slightly and spoke:
"Chengyan."
This sound seemed very flat, resonating with the magical power, and when it entered the formation, Cheng Yan Zhenren's face changed slightly, and he didn't dare to look at him for a while, and slowly looked away.
But these words broke the last tense nerves of the white sideburns, and the old man took a few steps out of the old man morbidly, sat down on the ground, trembled with his lips, and said in horror:
"He can see! He can see!"
His voice was sorrowful, echoing in the mountains, causing panic among the people, and the low-cultivation that had finally been able to stand up straight was drunk like this, like a cut wheat field, one by one bent down and fell to the ground, and those who were not determined even knelt down again.
If you really want to talk about it, Cheng Yan Zhenren knows more than anyone in the sect how terrifying the Ming Yang in the sky is, and he is a person who can't even take down the pavilion! At that moment, he drank like this, and his heart was cold.
He forced himself to calm down, raised his eyebrows, but in the light he could see the halberd raised, pointing to the mountains under his feet, sharp and eye-catching, the young man ordered:
"Go into battle and be punished, keep your disciples."
Although he was a little frightened in his heart, his face was still calm, his expression was sinister, and before he could speak, he saw that Li Zhouwei's palm became brighter and brighter, and a silver-white brilliance jumped out of it.
This touch of brilliance was extremely strong, gathering at all times, like carp playing, moving up and down his palm smartly, but between his actions, he rolled up and down with dazzling thunder, filled with an aura of destruction.
Cheng Yan finally realized, his face quickly turned pale, and with his purple mansion-level gaze, he could naturally see what that silver brilliance was!
It seems to be a touch, but in fact it is densely packed, hundreds of sesame-sized silvery-white thunderbolts, the number is incalculable, each sesame-sized silvery-white thunderbolt manifests out, it is a silver-white thunder wedge like a long sword!
"As for breaking the formation and killing the Taoist... Minghuang didn't think it was troublesome, he just troubled the Taoist to fall and turn into earth."
The young man's thoughtful, even somewhat smiling voice echoed in all directions and reached his ears:
"At that time, the Wutu will fall on the mountain gate, killing countless people, and it is not good to pollute the spiritual veins."