The heavens start from the bottle mountain

Chapter 575 Three thousand monks
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Adding fuel to the flames behind the backs of caring people, coupled with the temptation of treasures, and the urging of curiosity and greed, in just six or seven days, nearly [-] monks met to go to Tianzhu Mountain together.

The three thousand monks are basically casual cultivators, and of course there are many spies like the 'Five Poisons True Monarch' among them.

So many casual cultivators who are accustomed to being free and undisciplined gather here, it can be said that the place is full of fish.

Looking at the ghosts and ghosts below, the bull's head and horse's face, the smoky look.

Snake Panpo frowned.

"Can these guys really help us kill Xu Xuandu, True Monarch Beiming?"

"Hehe, of course they can't rely on them alone. But it's enough to strengthen our momentum and explore the way. If you want to kill Xu Xuan, you have to rely on us." Boy Jinchan said.

"Be careful to make wedding clothes for people from the Seven Killing Devil Sect and the Yinming Sect?" the blood sword scholar said through voice transmission.

"Brother Jian, don't worry, let's mix in these pickled goods, let them rush to the front, and bring in those guys who are huddling behind by the way. We only need to wait for the critical moment before we make a move."

The Golden Chan boy laughed sinisterly.

The three of them exchanged glances, showing agreement in each other's eyes.

They made up their minds not to come forward, they looked at Taoist Chihuo, Yin Mingjun and others standing in the crowd.

Although these guys are not fools, but they have a hot temper, and they have lost patience after waiting for many days.

At the moment, he is standing in the center of all casual cultivators, agitating for momentum.

Taoist Chihuo pricked his beard and stood up, his voice was like thunder.

"Dear fellows, you should know that the black mountain old demon in the Yin and Ming Dharma Realm is my senior in the evil way. He has been kind to me and other evil spirits and two casual cultivators. I have been instructed by him many times. Your honored teacher. Now, Teacher Heishan was conspired to death by that hateful Zhenjun Beiming."

"...The treasures accumulated over the years were also exchanged by him for the blood of the ancient true spirit, the ten-thousand-year five-thunder stone, and the seven-orifice spirit stone..."

Every time a word comes out, the greed in everyone's eyes becomes stronger.

When the word 'seven orifices Lingshi' blurted out, it was suddenly interrupted by shouts of killing.

"Kill him and avenge Teacher Heishan..."

"Revenge for Teacher Heishan."...

The Chihuo Taoist looked at the excited faces in front of him, and the agitation effect was surprisingly good.

But he always felt that something was wrong.

But the arrow is on the string, and it has to be sent.

"Yes, we want to avenge Teacher Heishan, behead Xu Xuandu, and take back Teacher Heishan's treasure. Everyone will be respected as ancestors and dominate the practice world."

"He dominates the practice world."

"Honored as ancestors."

"Treasure hunting, treasure hunting, I want the seven-aperture spirit stone."...

The excited shouts were chaotic, but they gradually became strangely insane.

"Let's go."

Taking advantage of the high spirits of the crowd, Taoist Chihuo gave a loud shout, took the lead, and led all the cultivators to fly towards Tianzhu Mountain.

Three thousand monks 'hula' followed.

For a while, the ghostly aura surged into the sky, the demon clouds were densely covered, and the evil spirit was emptied.

What an astonishing scene.

Even the thick and viscous white mist could not help but be washed away by the breath of three thousand monks hundreds of feet away.

But soon the mist rolled in with a boiling momentum, and soon engulfed the figures of three thousand monks.

The noisy and noisy atmosphere became weaker and weaker, and gradually disappeared.

The tranquility of the past was restored outside Tianzhu Mountain.

If it weren't for the residual evil and ghost aura that is still very strong, it almost makes people wonder if there were really so many evil spirits gathered here before?
At this moment, the large group of demons who were still outside, as well as some monks who did not go in out of caution, used their own methods and waited and watched.

At this moment, Taoist Chihuo and other ghosts and evil spirits who entered it could only see clearly a ten feet away after being shrouded in mist again.

"Everyone, use your magic weapon to break the fog."

The Chihuo Taoist mobilized his mana and shouted loudly.

However, the fog was very strange, and his voice was strongly suppressed as soon as he exited it, and when he was three feet away, it had completely disappeared.

"What a weird fog."

The Chihuo Taoist was secretly startled.

With a slap of the dharma bag, a red aura fell into the palm of his hand.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a big red lantern.

"go."

The lantern flew into the air, and instantly turned into three or forty feet, as if a hill was suspended in the air.

Chihuo Dao's hand pinched the formula, and his short beard pierced the sky.

Seeing the fog thicker than gel in front of him, he clasped his hands together.

"Look at my Red Flame Divine Fire."

call!
The raging fire poured out of the lanterns like a river breaking its embankment.

For a while, the surrounding temperature rose rapidly, as if falling into a furnace.

But what makes Chihuo Taoists unbelievable is that his red flame divine fire, which burns the sky and cooks the sea, only burns no more than fifty or sixty feet of space around it.

Going outward, the thick white mist did not fade in the slightest.

However, following his actions, the surrounding demons and ghosts, who were flustered by the white mist, urged Taoism one after another.

All of a sudden, the flames soared into the sky, the water waves rolled, ghosts howled, bones grew, and all kinds of magic weapons shone brightly.

Of the three thousand monks, although most of them are only golden cores, there are also nearly a hundred soul-level existences.

At the same time, the momentum of the shot is indeed amazing.

The surrounding white fog was turned upside down by these magic weapons.

If it wasn't for Xu Rui's Xiantian Lingyun who has become a low-grade Zifu treasure, and dozens of existences whose cultivation bases have reached the middle stage of Yuanshen, such as Milong, Sirius, and Qingluo, are in charge, it is almost impossible to suppress these guys.

Xu Rui was in mid-air, looking at the situation below.

Brows furrowed.

The mind seduces the five ghosts.

"The Horn of the Bull Demon."

The innate fire ghost in charge of the bull devil's horn leaned towards the bull devil's horn with a tyrannical inspiration gathered by the five elements of the immortal sword array.

The seemingly ordinary horn instantly burst into infinite spiritual light, but it changed into two hundred feet in a short time.

woo woo woo...!
The sound of the desolate and vast horn poured out from the blue horns like a mountain.

The sound was like thunder, piercing the sky.

The horn is heard.

The scenery before the eyes of all the monsters and ghosts changed drastically.

A desolate and vast boundless land appeared in front of him.

One green and one red, two phalanxes that seemed to consist of hundreds of millions of soldiers faced each other.

Infinite evil spirits floated in the air.

The strong murderous intent invaded everyone's minds, brightened his mind, and turned them into members of the hundreds of millions of soldiers.

Woohoo...!
The desolate horn sounded louder and louder.

A ghost cultivator at the early stage of Jindan, his expression became more and more solemn, the murderous intent in his eyes became stronger and stronger, and a blue spirit pattern quickly formed on his forehead.

One has two.

Especially these Jindan monks, in front of the low-rank Zifu Chongbao, have no strength to resist at all.

In less than half an hour, all Golden Core cultivators were branded with divine marks.

A Taoist soldier who turned into a bull demon horn.

But Yuanshen monks are much more troublesome.

They are much stronger than Jindan.

Especially those whose strength has reached the late stage of Yuanshen gradually break free from the illusion created by the horn of the bull devil.

Xu Rui saw it and didn't think it was strange.

Although the Bull Devil's Horn is a great treasure, after its power is dispersed, it is not so strong.

But he was prepared for it.

With a mental connection, the Xiantian water ghost threw it abruptly.

36. The radiance of Tiangang's soul lock was shining brightly, and the black jade lock suddenly split into more than a dozen pieces, and flew straight towards those Yuanshen late stage.

They who have not yet completely broken free from the illusion, although they have body protection magic weapons and talismans, they are not enough to look at in front of the soul arresting locks that have already achieved great treasures.

In an instant, it was pierced through, and the soul was taken away.

boom!
The sudden roar attracted Xu Rui's attention.

A surge of blood-colored sword energy, like a mighty Yangtze River, overwhelmed the flying Soul Locker, and then Jian Guang turned around and rushed outside.

"The sword energy is quite good, but it's a pity that it fell into my trap, how can you allow you to escape."

In Xu Rui's open palm, Erlong Zhong's aura surged.

Boom!
The vast bells filled the air, as if a huge wave swept across the entire Tianzhu Mountain.

The power of the medium purple mansion heavy treasure is not comparable to that of low-rank ones at all.

this moment.

Whether it's the sound of the bull's horn, the bloody sword light, or even those who are still struggling and harboring evil intentions, they all seem to freeze.

Even time and space have lost their meaning.

wow.

The sound of the soul-detaining lock broke the tranquility and successfully detained everyone's souls.

Reach out.

A sword light flew over.

After falling into the palm, a three-foot-three-inch long magic sword shrouded in thick blood light appeared.

"No wonder the power is so extraordinary, it turned out to be a low-grade Zifu treasure."

"Blood God Sword? The tone is very loud. It's a pity that it's not a magical sword with five elements."

After playing with it briefly, it was in the bag.

This thing can't be used by oneself, so there is a high probability that it will be sold.But it definitely can't be sold in Liaozhai Spirit World anymore.

Reach out.

All the dharma bags of the three thousand monks flew towards him.

Although casual repairers are all poor, high-level casual repairers still have something in their pockets.

And the addition of 3000 people is not a small number.

With a wave of Xu Rui's hand, a space channel appeared in mid-air, and all the dharma bags flew into it.

He doesn't have time to check one by one now, but the deity has time.

Stimulating the horn of the bull demon, the three thousand monks quickly formed a neat army formation.

In the next fight, they will become a trump card in their hands.

Seeing the clouds gradually calming down, Xu Rui looked outside Tianzhu Mountain.

These casual cultivators are just an appetizer, and the real test will be the sects with two ways of evil and demons.

"As long as there are no loose immortals, this is your burial ground."

Xu Rui thought.

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A huge bronze mirror hangs high above the Yuqing Hall of the Kunlun School.

Inside is Qianli Tianzhu Mountain.

But at this moment, Tianzhu Mountain has been completely covered by white mist, and it looks like a solid white rock from a distance.

"Brother Sect Master, what is the name of this treasure? It can't even see through our Kunlun's 'Taixu Mirror'?" Xuan Yun frowned.

Although Kunlun has made up his mind not to interfere with Tianzhu Mountain, he still needs to pay attention to it.

Master Xuanyuan glanced at the unchanging picture in the Taixu mirror, and shook his head slightly.

"I don't know the truth about this treasure, but I think it is also a low-grade Zifu heavy treasure similar to the Taixu Mirror."

"Another great treasure from the Purple Mansion, what is the origin of this Xu Xuandu, and why are there so many treasures on him?"

Taoist Xuanjing, who was wearing a purple robe and hugged Yu Ruyi, asked.

Hearing this sentence, more than a dozen Yuanshen monks of the Xuan family around looked at Master Xuanyuan.

"I disappointed all the juniors. Although I personally went to Tianzhu Mountain and met Xu Xuandu, I couldn't find out his details due to my integrity. But, is there anything strange about this person?"

"Weird? Can you ask the head brother to speak clearly?" Master Xuanjing asked doubtfully.

"I can't tell, but this Xu Xuandu is not as simple as a monk in the middle stage of Yuanshen."

Xuan Yun frowned, recalling how he met Xu Xuandu.

No matter how he recalled, it was difficult to find any surprises.

Of course he knew that his cultivation base was far behind his senior brother, but he really didn't understand why his senior brother valued this person so much.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, although they were puzzled, they knew that the senior brother Su knew that the head of the sect would never be indiscriminate, so he didn't ask any more questions.

They looked at the Taixu mirror tacitly.

One day, two days, and in a blink of an eye it was January again.

The billowing cloud seemed to be the same as it was at the beginning, without any change.

The three thousand monks who entered it seemed to have completely disappeared, and there has been no movement since entering it.

There was no sound of fighting, no noise, and no one could be seen coming out.

The clouds covering Tianzhu Mountain are like a huge abyss, ready to swallow the lives of those offenders at any time.

"My lord, it seems that the casual cultivators who went in are already in danger."

The person who spoke was a hunchbacked old man with white beard and hair.

Beside him, wearing a blue robe and a crown, the divine light in the eyes of the middle-aged man with an overbearing aura dimmed.

Nodding slightly.

"It seems that this Xu Xuandu is really a 'no official under the prestigious name', he has a few brushes."

After the old man nodded slightly, "I just don't know what the Seven Kills Demon Sect, Yin Mingzong, and Shura Dao will do next? Will they join forces to attack, or will they fight each other?"

The middle-aged man smiled faintly, "How does Prime Minister Turtle think they will choose?"

"Join us."

After pondering for a moment, the hunchbacked old man spoke resolutely.

"Oh? So sure?"

"Although Tu Zhui has a rough appearance, he is a meticulous fellow; Ning Wuyan is even better at calculating. The Seven Killing Demon Sect and the Yinming Sect are even ten thousand-year-old sects, with one demon and one evil, and their strength is astonishing. If The two of them decided to join forces, and the rest of the factions will not refuse."

After the middle-aged man nodded slightly, his eyes narrowed.

"Tu Zhui and Ning Wuyan, Shenzhou Haotu really has a lot of talents."

"Your Majesty, although these two are good, they are still much worse than my Dragon Palace, which has a lot of talents."

The middle-aged man nodded slightly.

Look to the northwest.

The Dragon Palace is powerful enough to recruit sea monsters from all over the world, but compared to Kunlun, where the pope was established after the opening of this world, it is inferior in terms of background and other factors.

The tortoise prime minister is always with him, so he naturally understands the Lord's thoughts.

But Kunlun is indeed extraordinary, and even he dare not speak lightly.

Just when they fell into their own thoughts, a flash of spiritual light flew over quickly, and a big man in armor and holding a golden gun appeared on the ground.

"My Majesty, the Seven Killing Demon Sect and the Yinming Sect have sent envoys to invite your Majesty to a banquet at Longqing Temple in the outskirts of Qingtian County, three hundred miles away, to discuss important matters."

　Today, I took a long way to send my mother-in-law back to her hometown, and I wasted too much time, so there was only one watch.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)