Master comes down the mountain, I don’t know martial arts, but I am an immortal

Lingjiu Sanren spat out a mouthful of blood.

That was his natal magic weapon. More than eight hundred years ago, he encountered an old owl monster. He went to great lengths, using mechanisms and traps, and it took more than two years to finally kill the owl monster. He then used the owl's beak to refine this magical weapon.

Over the past eight hundred years, this magical weapon has had its own spirit and is in tune with his mind.

He hadn't used it for five hundred years. He never expected that the moment he used it today, it would be broken by a ghost cultivator on the opposite side. With just one move, his life-saving magic weapon was destroyed.

Lingjiu Sanren fell to the ground, holding his chest, thinking of the series of black lotuses in the void just now. He didn't know what they were. Jian Shou had never heard of them before, and then he realized that Gao Qi was not making a fuss.

It turned out that not long ago, Gao Qi asked Jiang Zifeng to pass on the Tiandu Order. Not only the Xuanmen in the world, but even the independent cultivators who practiced in Tiandu received the notice.

Lingjiu Sanren is one of them.

He was not very willing to obey the orders of the Wanxian Sect, but since he was practicing in front of someone else's sect, he had to give them face.

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly received an order from Gao Qi, asking him to guard Wujiu Mountain and saying that no one should come here to Yunya to observe the location of Yunhai Fairy Mountain.

What made Lingjiu Sanren unhappy was that Gao Qi also gathered other independent cultivators here.

This Jian Shou just looked down on him, Lingjiu Sanren.

Wujiu Mountain is his home ground. To drive away a few evil demons in his home ground, he still needs help from others? What a joke! This is what Lingjiu Sanren thought at first.

He didn't expect that these evil demons were so powerful that they could destroy his Sky-breaking Spirit Beak with just one move.

"You... who are you?" Lingjiu Sanren pointed at Li Axi and asked in surprise.

"I told you, my name is Li Axi. I am the family member of Li Muchen, a disciple of Tiandu Yunyang." Li Axi looked at Lingjiu Sanren, who was waiting for the flood to wash away the Dragon King Temple, and asked, "Do you know my son?"

Lingjiu Sanren has been practicing here for eight hundred years, while Li Muchen has only been in Tiandu for thirteen years, so how could they know each other?

"Li Muchen... I don't know him! I have seen all the disciples of Yunyang Sect at the Yao Chi Conference sixty years ago, and there was no one with the last name Li."

"Oh..." Li Asi nodded, "Then I feel relieved."

"What are you worried about?"

"I can beat you without any worries!"

After Li Asi finished speaking, he rushed forward and with a simple punch, he knocked Lingjiu Sanren away and landed him in the sea of ​​clouds outside Wujiu Cliff.

He clapped his hands, turned around and said to the six angels, "I hate this kind of hypocritical guy the most. I'm sorry to make you laugh."

The angels originally had no feelings towards Li Axi. A mere ghost king certainly was not something that the "angels" would take seriously. They were only polite to him because of Chen Wenxue's instructions and the relationship between Li Axi and Li Muchen.

But the skill that Li Asi just showed made them look at him with new eyes.

"Your Majesty, you have great skills!" Lin Tianhao praised.

Li Axi smiled and said, "I told you not to call me King, just call me Axi."

Then he walked to Wu Yuqi and observed the location of the fairy mountain in the distant sea of ​​clouds together.

The sea of ​​clouds is vast, and many fairy mountains are floating in it, far more than eighty-one. Moreover, the sea of ​​clouds is turbulent and fluctuating, appearing and disappearing from time to time, making it difficult to determine the total number.

A closer look revealed that some of the hills were not fixed in position but were drifting, like rootless floating islands.

Wu Yuqi was communicating with Lin Manqing using the Lingxi Snail. According to Yunhe's request, he found out the locations of the eighty-one mountains where the formation's core was located one by one.

Just then, an owl cry was heard.

Lingjiu Sanren actually flew up from the cliff again. This time, he was riding on the shadow of a big owl. His clothes were disheveled, half of his long hair was messy in the wind, his face was hideous, and there was no trace of his immortal demeanor anymore.

"Ah..." Lingjiu Sanren shouted, "You demons, do you think you can kill me like this? No one of you can leave Wujiu Mountain!"

Li Asi frowned and said, "Old man, I spared your life because we have no grudges against each other and you were deceived by Gao Qi. I thought you would flee, but I didn't expect you to come and die!"

“Hahahaha!” Lingjiu Sanren laughed while riding on Owl Soul. “It’s still uncertain who will die! This Wujiu Mountain is my dojo, and the entire mountain is connected to my spirit. I was just careless just now, and that’s why you succeeded in your sneak attack.”

"Old Immortal Lingjiu, why waste time talking to him? Just kill this demon!" A voice came from the void.

I saw many spots of light flashing in the surrounding sea of ​​clouds, and quickly moving together. It turned out to be a group of immortals, each controlling a magical weapon, surrounding Wujiu Mountain.

Li Asi sneered: "Humph, you are looking for death, so don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Just as he was about to cast a spell, he heard Archangel An Shibai say, "King Li, you take a break for a while, protect the princess, and let her communicate with peace of mind. Leave this battle to us!"

Along the way, among the six angels, only Lin Tianhao communicated with him, and the others rarely spoke. Now that An Shibai spoke, he naturally intended to show his strength.

Li Asi also wanted to see what abilities these legendary Western angels, the Western "gods" that had almost made Li Muchen suffer a loss, had. Wu Yuqi happened to be trying to transmit a message and could not be disturbed.

He nodded and said, "Thank you all!"

There were flickering lights in the sea of ​​clouds, and the number of people increased, totaling to as many as two or three hundred.

From the way these people wield weapons and the divine light on their bodies, it can be seen that they are quite powerful, and some are even stronger than Lingjiu Sanren.

They all had stern expressions, and spiritual energy surged around them.

The leader was a middle-aged man, wearing a black Taoist robe and holding a Hunyuan Ruyi staff that exuded an ancient atmosphere and was engraved with runes.

He shouted loudly: "Today we must kill all these evil demons and restore Tiandu's reputation!"

After saying that, he waved the Hunyuan Ruyi Staff in his hand, and circles of golden light burst out from the tip of the staff. Wherever the staff went, the air seemed to be boiling, making a "sizzling" sound, and went towards the direction where Li Asi was.

"That's right!"

Another white-haired old man quickly formed seals with his hands and chanted, "Qiantian Bagua, seal away evil and ban evil spirits!"

In an instant, the phantom of the Bagua diagram appeared in front of him, and the Yin-Yang fish spun rapidly, releasing a powerful sealing force, and rushed towards the direction of the six angels, intending to imprison them.

"Haha, there's mine too. A good man should give way to a woman. Don't compete with me for credit!"

A graceful woman was waving a whip in her hand. The whip was inlaid with exotic gems and was gleaming with a faint light. With a flick of her wrist, the whip turned into a giant python, which fell from the sky like a blue dragon and rushed to the center of Wujiu Mountain.

"What's the difference between men and women? Killing demons is everyone's responsibility!"

The burly man in a flaming robe clapped his hands violently, and two balls of blazing fire instantly ignited in his palms. The flames were a strange dark blue color, and the temperature was incredibly high. The surrounding air was distorted by the burning.

He shouted loudly and threw two balls of fire towards the six angels. The flames quickly grew larger in the air and turned into two huge fire pythons, pouncing at the target with fangs and claws. Wherever they passed, the space seemed to be melted, leaving behind a trail of burning marks.

"Master Liehuo is right!"

A thin man with sharp eyes was muttering something and making strange gestures in the air. As he moved, the ground suddenly shook violently, and countless sharp rocks broke out from the ground, like giant spears rising from the ground, stabbing at the six angels and Li Asi.

Hundreds of independent cultivators used their magic weapons, sword energy flew everywhere, spirit snakes danced wildly, precious lights flashed, and wind and sand were blinding.

In an instant, the top of Mount Wujiu was sealed by a formation of precious energy, forming a bizarre world.