I have been a saint in the world for three thousand years

Figures were moving around on the field, and the sounds of fists and feet fighting could be heard from time to time. The audience was watching the changes nervously.

Suddenly, the four people of Fengxiandao attacked together and repelled Helian Cheng and Zhu Miao.

They both felt the blood and energy in their bodies surging, and they hurriedly circulated their Qi to suppress it.

"I won't fight anymore. I can't beat you."

Helian Cheng quickly stretched out his hand.

Lou Yan immediately smiled and said, "That's the best. As long as you hand over Qingluan today, I will show mercy and spare your lives."

At this time, Lou Yan finally stated the purpose of his trip.

It turned out that the rumor about the divine bird descending from Fuzhen Temple had already spread throughout the surrounding area, and Fengxiandao naturally also got the news.

If such a heaven-defying item could be obtained, when he grows up, he could not only serve as a sect's pope but also a guardian beast.

As soon as Lou Yan finished speaking, the clear and loud cry of the blue phoenix was heard.

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Everyone looked up.

I saw the blue phoenix flying back and forth among the clouds, its graceful posture like the reincarnation of a phoenix.

There was undisguised greed in Lou Yan's eyes as he looked at Qingluan.

At this time, a disciple of Fengxiandao stood up and shouted loudly.

"Such divine beasts are naturally inhabited by virtuous people. Your Fuzhen Temple is just a small temple in the countryside. How can you afford to raise such rare beasts?

My followers of Fengxian Dao are all over the world. Not only does the sect have eight great guardians of the Transformation Realm, but the leader is also a master of the Innate Realm. One day, we will win the hearts of all the people in the world. It is reasonable that this divine beast should belong to my Fengxian Dao!"

As soon as these words were spoken, all the disciples of Fengxiandao echoed loudly, and for a moment the sound waves rose straight into the sky.

The audience was shocked by the momentum and took a few steps back involuntarily.

"Noisy!"

Suddenly, a cold voice exploded from the top of the mountain, drowning out the sound waves.

Suddenly, the faces of the Fengxiandao disciples turned pale as if they had been hit hard, the internal Qi in their bodies surged backwards, and they spurted out blood.

Even Lou Yan felt that the inner Qi in his body was surging wildly and uncontrollably, and he quickly used his mental skills to suppress it.

"What a powerful technique!"

He was frightened.

At this moment, a sound of breaking through the air was heard.

Clang!

The Ziyuan Sword fell from the sky and inserted between the two groups of people.

A figure slowly floated over and stood on the head of the Ziyuan sword.

He was dressed in a green robe, with a graceful and elegant figure, sword-like eyebrows and an imposing manner, as if he was a banished immortal walking out of the gate of heaven.

After that, the blue phoenix also emerged from the clouds, soaring around Yan Xiu's head, and occasionally making cheerful chirping sounds.

"Taoist Master."

"Big Brother!"

Heliancheng, Zhu Miao and all the disciples shouted when they saw Yan Xiu.

Yan Xiu walked towards Lou Yan holding Zi Yuan in his hand, his eyes filled with coldness.

"You want to destroy Fu Zhen Guan and take my Qing Luan?"

Lou Yan's face shuddered and he said frankly that it was a misunderstanding.

At the same time, he cursed those dead Fengxiandao disciples in his heart. Their cultivation level was at most the peak of the first rank?

"Master, you have misunderstood. I came here only to exchange my Taoist experience with you. I have no other intention.

Today I see that it is indeed as good as its reputation says. Fengxiandao is willing to admit defeat. We will talk about it later."

After saying that, he waved his hand and was about to take his people away.

"Is Fuzhen Temple a place where you, a demon Taoist, can come and go as you please?"

The smile on Lou Yan's face suddenly froze.

In his opinion, being the first to bow his head was already a huge honor to the other party, but he didn't expect Yan Xiu to be so aggressive.

Anyone who can cultivate to the innate realm is naturally gifted and arrogant. Moreover, in a battle between innate realm warriors, it is difficult to kill each other unless it is a life-and-death situation.

In his opinion, Yan Xiu must also be in the Xiantian realm. At most, his true energy is slightly stronger than his own. It is impossible to kill him.

Lou Yan put away his smile and stared at Yan Xiu with cold eyes.

"Fellow Daoist, I have given you enough face, but please don't be ungrateful. You and I are both in the Xiantian realm, and neither of us can do anything to the other."

Hearing this, Yan Xiu smiled.

"How can you be so sure that I am only at the Xiantian realm?"

Lou Yan was stunned when he heard this, and before he could react, Yan Xiu had already made his move.

"Today I will use your Xiantian realm brain to make an example of you!"

After saying that, he flicked the sword with his fingers and performed the Thousand Machine Sword Technique.

Lou Yan sensed the danger and subconsciously urged his true energy, shouting, "Form a formation!"

The other seven masters of the Transformation Realm immediately surrounded him and formed a formation by putting their hands on each other's backs.

In an instant, a lion over ten feet tall, formed by powerful true energy, suddenly appeared.

Lou Yan's eyes were full of arrogance and his expression was rampant.

"Even a peak innate warrior cannot defeat my formation. I wanted to give both of us a way out, but today you forced me to take action!"

Yan Xiu looked indifferent and did not answer, but just activated the spiritual power in his body.

At first, Lou Yan looked arrogant, but the next second he was stunned.

He watched helplessly as the Ziyuan swords changed from one to two, then two to four, almost endlessly.

In the blink of an eye, this world was covered by the densely packed Purple Abyss swords that blocked out the sky.

"What kind of sword technique is this!"

Lou Yan was shocked by the scene before him and murmured with a wooden expression.

There was no time to think, as thousands of Ziyuan swords flew towards Lou Yan at a rapid speed.

Under the impact of the Thousand Machine Sword Art, Lou Yan's formation was extremely fragile and collapsed at the first touch. Immediately, countless sword blades pierced through the flesh and blood, and screams were heard incessantly, making people's scalps numb.

After a moment, the area in front of the mountain gate became quiet.

Yan Xiu put his fingers together and lightly drew the line, retracting the Thousand Machine Sword Technique.

All of a sudden, everyone saw a flash before their eyes, and tens of thousands of Ziyuan swords disappeared, leaving only one hanging in front of Yan Xiu.

He walked slowly to Lou Yan with his hands behind his back, looking down at him with a cold expression.

At this moment, the leader of the Fengxian Dao was seriously injured and unrecognizable, and was only breathing his last breath.

He turned stiffly to look at Yan Xiu and said with difficulty: "Who...are you...?"

Yan Xiu did not answer. He grasped the Ziyuan Sword with his right hand and stabbed it hard between his eyebrows.

puff!

"Go to hell and ask."

Yan Xiu raised his hand and pulled out the sword without leaving a trace of blood.

While everyone was still immersed in the shock, Yan Xiu had already brought Qingluan back to the top of the mountain.

Looking at the corpses all over the ground, Zhu Miao felt a dull pain in his internal organs, as if he saw his own miserable situation back then.

Helian Cheng was so excited that he clenched his fists and hurriedly caught up with Yan Xiu.

"Master, I want to learn this move!"

Helian Cheng's shout brought everyone back to their senses.

At this time, a disciple whispered: "I have never seen the senior brother so fierce..."

Everyone agreed when they heard this.

If it weren't for today's battle, the disciples who were not familiar with Yan Xiu would have thought that he was just a senior brother who loved to learn from and communicate with his junior brothers and had no airs.

Taoist Mingxu was a man who had seen big scenes after all. He coughed lightly and told his disciples to go down the mountain to find Prefect Zheng.

After all, such a big task as eradicating a cult has to be handled by the government.

That afternoon, Zheng Fuyin led his men up the mountain.

After understanding the whole story, he bowed from afar in the direction of Yan Xiu, feeling more and more awed in his heart.

The next day.

The shadows of the trees in front of the mountain gate are swaying, and the pilgrims are still coming. The gentle mountain breeze carries a hint of blood, telling people what happened yesterday.